Mistress Primps for Her Brunch Date

Yesterday morning Mistress and Slave enjoyed some leisurely wake up sex as thunder rumbled outside. We would defer our bike ride until the afternoon due to threatening skies, plus Mistress had some late morning plans.

"J's taking me to brunch Slave... hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind, Mistress?  I'll use that time to do the grocery shopping."

Their plan for for J to pick her up at our house, then head to a local restaurant in an emerging hipster neighborhood owned by some friends.

"Of course you may see Jens (the owner), Mistress."

(He's a guy who always seems to be flirting with Mistress when we see him at one of his spots).

"I'm sure it won't be a problem Slave.... just brunch with a male friend.  That shouldn't seem too strange."

"No doubt."

I tended to some chores, but couldn't help enjoying watching Mistress as she primped for her brunch date, showering, moisturizing that soft and lovely skin, applying just enough make-up for a Sunday, and then sliding into a subtle but sexy sundress before J picked her up.  I made sure I was off to the grocery before his appointed time to give them a little privacy should they elect to exploit it.

One thing did come up though before I left.

"J and I were talking about the folds Slave.... I mentioned that a trimmed bush is coming back in style and asked if he thought I should go back in that direction...."

"And he said?"

"He said no man would ever prefer a bush to the clean shaven look....."

"We're on the same page, Mistress."

After my errands, I got home and waited until the latest downpour abated before unloading the car.  It was about that time that Mistress and J returned from brunch and he stayed a while, chatting with Mistress in our "great room" as  Slave tended to various duties. I subtly offered to "take a sabbatical" to give them some privacy should they elect to adjourn to Mistress's bed. But J is not quite comfortable with the whole concept of flaunting his privileges while hubby is around. It was cute to see Mistress lavish him with some hands-on affection though, as they stood there talking to me, making J squirm just a tab.

So Mistress got a romantic Sunday brunch, but not J's cock for dessert. The poor girl   had to settle for Slave's tongue and lips applied to those clean shaven folds.  But she does seem to have a sleepover date planned for Tuesday night.

And it turned out she did see our friend Jens, and his girlfriend at brunch.

"Did they seem confused that you were there on a Sunday morning with someone other than your husband, Mistress...."

" Not at all Slave....."

Maybe this whole cuckold thing is going mainstream.

Mistress Puts On A Show For the Painter

I mentioned in yesterday's post that when I got home Friday -  to reunite with Mistress after her Thursday night sleepover with her lover J - Mistress was in our bed, completely naked.

I also noticed that the painter who will be doing the outside of our new/old house in the next few weeks had deposited a ladder and some tarp in our driveway.

"Looks like the painter stopped by, Mistress.... did you see him?"

"Ummm.... yes and, well...."

Mistress explained that she had been to the pool with our cute Co-Ed in the afternoon. The Co-ed left early to go visit some guy who she claims is not a boyfriend a few hours north. (It's the 3rd 'visit' of the summer, but he's not a boyfriend? someone explain this to me.) Mistress  came home to an empty house, took off her wet suit, and spent some time at her desk in our "great room" answering some work emails. Who needs to get dressed to answer emails, right?

"I was sitting there naked at my desk, and that's when I noticed the ladder up against the wall, through the window. And the painter...."

"So he got an eyeful, Mistress?"

"Could be, Slave....."

I guess that means I don't have to give him a bonus?

"You have to wonder what he's been thinking all weekend, Mistress....next week he might ask you to hold the ladder for him while he's painting...."

Mistress's Sleep0ver Leaves Her a Little Tender

Mistress was kind to her Slave in Thursday evening. After a long day in her cock cage, I was given my parole when I got home from work and a visit to my ditzy mother.

Mistress had updated me via text earlier, at around 4 pm that she and J were heading out for a long bike ride and then dinner. leaving her phone behind. Always a wise choice when with a lover who wants (and deserves) Mistress's undivided attention when on a date. Her text was something like:

"Bike ride. Dinner. Then Sex, Slave."

Later, after I arrived home I got a brief phone call from her, telling me where the key was, and wishing me a good night. Then this brief text follow=up:

"Sorry I couldn't chat Slave.  J is demanding me."

No doubt.

Free  from the close confines of my cock cage, Slave slept well, though the vacant bed was a little lonely. The "no touch" rile was adhered to....

In the morning Mistress texted a brief up date....

"Awake here Slave. Some more sex, then headed home....."

Of course. I was heading to work but did here from Mistress when she was driving home at around 10 am.

"I think he was actually sad when I left, Slave..... "

"I can understand why, Mistress....."

I found a way to get out of the office a little earlier than normal at the end of the day. It was a lovely summer Friday and I wasn't the only one to bolt early. At home Mistress was lolling in bed, completely naked. And despite the temptation to attach her immediately, we elected a bike ride in the mild summer temperatures, then a nap, since Mistress was tired from her evening's activities, and I had not slept as well without her to cuddle against the night before.

But after the nap, Mistress welcomed my soothing tongue and then my work-a-day cock.

"I am a little tender down there Slave.... J was very.... shall we say 'aggressive' .... with me last night, and then again this morning.... "

So Slave took Mistress gently, but with much gratitude.

Cage Day

Mistress has been pretty easy on her Slave lately.  Without the long lost Suzanne badgering her via blog comments, she's let my cock cage lie fallow for several weeks. But today's different, it seems.

"I want you in your cage, Slave."

She's got a sleepover planned with her lover J. They've planned a long bike ride, dinner, and some extracurricular fun while his son is out of town.

I've already got that ring on that surrounds my cock and balls, which should provide Mistress with a somewhat harder work-a-day cock during this morning's wake-up sex. 

Hopefully I won't have to sleep in the cage though.

"Text me when you get home, Slave. And if I think you deserve it, I'll tell you where the key is."

Let's hope she is not so distracted that she misses my text message.