Femdom Hits the Times

Mistress and slave are returning all too quickly to River City today, after a final day of bright sunshine and two-a-day sex. The gloom of the midwest awaits, though we will only be there for about a week before heading "across the pond" to visit our daughter "studying" in France for the holidays.

Yesterday, I unearthed Mistress's favorite power tool to give her a special treat before we joined some friends for dinner. She seemed to enjoy a little variety from my devoted tongue, and after a vibrant and quavering cum, she gave her slave permission to fuck her.  You can bet I took full advantage of the opportunity.

Otherwise, I tried to be on my best behavior, the smack of the riding crop on my tender aging ass still fresh in my memory.

I did note an interesting article that I shared with Mistress while perusing the NY Times on line. The Sunday Style section has long featured a column called "Modern Love". with guest writers sharing tales of romance and heartbreak that usually border on the overly sentimental, and not particularly "modern" at all. At least in this slave's perspective.

But yesterday there was a strangely amusing tale from a woman who was approached via OKCupid by a guy who wanted to be her "houseboy". What emerges is a funny tale of this lady trying to play the Domme for a guy in return for him driving her to Ikea and maybe cleaning her apartment.

Not sure why he approached her. And she may not be particularly mainstream either, since she confesses to having a video series on YouTube featuring her lolling in her bathtub smoking cigarettes, drinking marinis and singing karaoke. Check it out here: Ladies of Leisure .

While it isn't a particularly sexy tale, it's worth a read if only to see Femdom take a slight bow in our nation's "paper of record".  Here's the link: Houseboy Wanted to Serve Me. There's even a cute video that goes with it.  The conclusion appears to be that she was just not that Domme-ish. Even if she did do her best in order to get some housework done.

Justice Delayed, But Not Denied

Here at the UCTMW SW Annex we had another nearly perfect day: tender wake-up sex, sun drenched skiing above the cloud cover, and participating on some local holiday rituals.

In particular, we enjoyed joining the locals for a farolito lit stroll down an old historic street of adobes, galleries and museums. Then we joined folks for a Christmas tree lighting at an old bar restaurant where our friend, a local troubadour, was singing "Feliz Navidad" along with the whole collection of holiday standards. Mistress and Slave slipped out early for a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant owned by the Italaian gentleman  Mistress had met (and flirted a bit with I might add) on friday evening. It's fair to say he was happy to see her!

Of course, the shops in the little downtown were open, with lots of encouragement to "buy local". But I'm not sure whether the folks on my gifting list would fully understand the gifts on display:

And of course the town square was all lit up to attract the shoppers:

By now you might be saying. "Hey, Mick,  this is supposed to be a Femdom sex blog, not some  tedious promo for the local tourist bureau!" So I will roll the clock back a bit to Saturday afternoon.

We had spent a few hours on the slope and knew that a rest period was in order before setting out on our evening of holiday gawking. I was snuggled up against Mistress, just dozing off when she abruptly threw off the comforter.

"I've made an executive decision, Slave..... I'm getting the riding crop...."

Oops.  What about that nap?

True to her word, Mistress retrieved her crop from the cowboy boot converted to scabbard, and pulled the sheet off my naked ass as I struggled back to consciousness.

I came fully awake as the first blow landed on my awaiting posterior. I was way too dumb, sleepy and/or complaint to put up any resistance as a total of 12 stinging blows rained down upon me. (Apparently I was alert enough to count).

Somewhere after #2 she reminded me of the reason for my punishment.

"This is because you were a dick yesterday, and snapped at me ...."

"I am truly sorry, Mistress....I was out of line....."

She heartily agreed, and properly vented her disapproval on my helpless bottom. I suspect it was red and striped by the time she was done. Fortunately, she did not insist on a photo op to show the rest of you.

When my full punishment was meted out she showed mercy, though.

"You may worship me now, Slave."

I happily complied, burying my face betwixt those powerful and toned thighs and applying my skills to assure a proper cum or too.

Then she graciously allowed me to take my own pleasure.

Not surprisingly, her cock was fully primed when the opportunity was presented.

"I think you actually liked that cropping slave....."

"Well I can't say I  enjoyed it while it was happening, Mistress..... but it did have a certain effect...."

Cropping Dodged

Mistress and Slave have been enjoying our few days away "con much gusto".

After our wake-up sex rituals here in our hideaway on Friday morning, we spent some time just vegging out, reading books, checking in with work issues. Then at around 10 am we headed up to the ski mountain, where the bright SW sun was shining on about 8 inches of fluffy new snow.

This is where Slave got in trouble.  I forgot to remind Mistress to grab her helmet and gloves from the back seat, requiring a trip back to our car in the parking lot, and delaying our first run. Slave got a little pissy when this faux pas was discovered, and Mistress ended up slogging her way back to the car herself to retrieve the missing items.

She was not happy.

Have you ever tried slogging through parking lots in ski boots?

In retrospect, that is what  slaves are for. I should have insisted on doing this task myself.

And you can imagine that Mistress was none too happy with me after that slog when we finally were able to hit the slopes.

Fortunately, chatting with some friends we encountered, and the soothing sunshine after what seemed like months of River City gloom, soon lifted the mood and we had a wonderful ski day.

Nonetheless, when we got home I knew there would be a price to pay for my pissy-ness.

That's where the crop was dodged.

As we settled into bed for a nap, Mistress confessed:

"You deserve to be punished, Slave.. but I'm too tired right now...."

After our nap, Mistress did allow me to worship.  But I was denied the chance to take my own pleasure, as I should have been  considering my impertinence, don't you think?

Then it was time for Mistress to primp for a local charity event, with cute pre-decorated Christmas trees on sale to benefit local non-profits.  Mistress slithered into a new pair of her "peek-a-boo" tights. Coupled with some black cowboy boots and a short skirt, Mistress turned her self into a guy magnet, and certainly yanked all of her Slave's strings.

At the event, Mistress enjoyed some attention from a well known local artist, as well as an Italian restauranteur.

"The first thing he asked me was 'are you married?' Slave...."

"Did you tell him, yes, but I have permission, Mistress?"

She just gave me that 'raised eyebrow' look.  We may hit his restaurant tonight, if only for the gluten free pizza he was touting to Mistress.

By the time we got home we were a little too tired for any hanky panky.   But Mistress did sleep in those sexy tights, just to tease her slave.

I'm hoping that my orgasm embargo has been lifted by this morning.

Back in our Hideaway

Mistress and Slave made it to our little SW hideaway late yesterday afternoon. It's a long travel day, caught up in the ugly world of 21st Century air travel, but once we arrived at our destination the sun was out the temperature was moderate and we quickly shed some of the angst that builds up in the gloom and year end machinations of River City life.

Our little adobe house was in good shape, though one could tell that Mistress's sister had moved a few things around during a recent visit with her husband.

One thing that caught my eye was how orderly our closet was - had the lady who keeps an eye on it while we were gone done some reorganizing?  When I saw my cowboy boots lined up so nicely I did a double take at the accessory sticking out of one.

You may recall that over the summer, slave got into some hot water when I was asked to retrieve our riding crop at a moment when Mistress wanted to put it to its proper use.

And no, we weren't going riding.

Well, now we knew exactly where it was.

"Mistress, do you think Julie (our caretaker) put that riding crop there?"

"No, Slave. I did that the last time we were here. That way it won't get 'lost' again...."

"Do you think your sister saw it.... I wonder what she thought?"

"Oh.... If she noticed it, I doubt she'd think much of it.... she's not wired that way...."

Well I'm not so sure. And maybe she'd think that it was something that her brother-in-law uses on her sister.

Little does she know who wields the crop in this family! (Other than on switch days).