Spring Comes to the Sangres

The WC asked the other day whether we still have snow on our ski mountain here up the road from our SW hideaway.  Thanks to a big dump in late February, there is still plenty of snow up top, though the bright sunshine and warm temperatures is starting to reduce the base from 82 inches a week ago to about 70 now....

So there is plenty left for us to enjoy for the next week or so.

But the big difference is down here on our patio, where it has seemed like summer this week. And as you might expect,   Mistress has fully exploited the change of season.

Here she was only a month ago, when the temps were colder, "sunning" in her black tights:

But yesterday afternoon, following several bracing hours on the slopes, Mistress stripped down for some sun, without the bed of snow that was there on our last trip:

Of course, the undies were a nod of discretion to our cute Co-Ed.

"If she wasn't here, Slave..... I would have ditched the undies too...."

By around 5 pm Mistress had enough sun, and we adjourned to our bed for a short "nap". And after 40 or so winks, we were able to keep our string of "two-a-days" alive for the 4th day in a row.

Mistress was particularly tasty as her Slave took a tour through those lush clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue, and she indulged me with an opportunity to take my own pleasure once I had done my job.

Who doesn't love spring?

Rising to the Occasion

Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway Friday evening, with cute co-ed #2 in tow.

We were a little surprised she wanted to spend spring break with her boring parents out here in the high desert. It certainly isn't anything that her Mom or Dad would have done back in their day -- "a week with the parents?  No way!" would have been our reaction.

While it's good to spend time with her, she does have a tendency to whine and argue a bit. One example: she gets annoyed that her parents post her photo on facebook, like when I took a shot of Domme and Domme in training in their ski costumes.

"You post so much!  I like to have some privacy! I don't want the world to know what I'm doing all the time"

Mistress tried to explain that we too have a zone of privacy.

"Believe me, dear.... we don't put everything we do on facebook!"

Of course, we didn't mention our other life, here at UCTMW, where boring Mom is a sexual super-hero, and annoying Dad is her clumsy if endearing sidekick.

Of course, with our daughter in the house things will have to be a little more furtive than we prefer. But so far we seem to be working around that. And it helps that her bedroom is on the other side of our little adobe hideaway.

Yesterday morning, we were able to get in some much needed wake-up sex, something that had been shelved on Friday due to an early flight.

Then, after a first day on the slopes, and some sunning on our patio, we adjourned to our bedroom for "nap time". Rest assured that Slave rose to the occasion and made sure that Mistress had something worth waking up to before we took our little Co-Ed out for dinner!

On the Road

Mistress and slave are hunkered down at DFW right now, grinding out some work, and waiting for our connecting flight to our SW hideaway.

As you can see, Mistress decided to grant a boon to her slave: wearing tights and a skirt to tease out tights season just a few more days, rather than sliding into some jeans for our journey.

I really am pampered, aren't I?

I realize we've been a little too busy and I forgot to post an "after action" report on Mistress's Wednesday afternoon rendezvous with her lover Jay.

He's been busy too, with some family and child care challenges, and work of his own. But it sounds they had a very "productive" use of their 90 minutes together.

"It was a lot of action packed into a small period of time Slave... He even fucked me up against the wall...."

Now that required some follow up question.

"How did that work, Mistress...."

"He had me stand on this little stool at first.... and then it just flowed from there..."

Needless to say, Mistress was pretty worn out at the end of the day, but she still agreed to go on a bike ride with me. Now that's a Mistress devoted to her Slave's well being.

Sadly, our early departure this morning precluded any wake-up nooky. So my chance to slide my hand along Mistress's strong and shapely tights' clad thighs is all the action I've had since Thursday morning.

With our daughter joining us on this trip, it may not be until after dark tonight that I finally get a chance to engage in anything more than longing looks and innocent fondles.

Hopefully I can make it that long!

RIP Tights Season

Mistress and her devoted slave have been hunkered down this week, working out tushes off to clear the decks for 10 days away at our southwest hideaway. It will be good to spend some time away on the slopes, even though here in the heartland we are relieved to finally be rid of that gritty snow that stuck around way too long.

The only downside of spring finally coming to River City is the demise of "tights season".  The extended chill catered to slave's fetish - Mistress in those soft and sexy black tights,with or without the convenient aperture at the conjunction of her thighs. It's all good.  And of course, slave can even be distracted by the occasional tighted non-Mistress strolling down the street in the "hustle and bustle" of our quaint "downtown".

Of course, Mistress has strict fashion rules about this sort of thing: once spring arrives, the tights are tucked back in the drawer, not to appear again until next November. [insert frowny face emoticon here]. So Slave better enjoy Mistress in her tights this week, clinging to those textures and memories, because when we get back from our little SW getaway, tights season will surely be over.

Someone else who will get to enjoy watching Mistress wriggle out of those black tights today is Jay, her lover.

Mistress filled me in on her plans last night.

"We found some time on our schedules today, Slave.... it will be quicker than we prefer, but Jay said he really wants to see me before we leave town."

I have a feeling Jay will be doing more than "seeing" Mistress this afternoon, even if their windown of opportunity will be all too brief.