Flash Back Tuesday

Last night my laptop downloaded some new software from Apple, including a new "Photos" app. Poking into it's new features, I was confronted by a collection of photos that would overstuff my current 20MB "cloud". Should I delete some of these old photos, I asked myself? 

Poking into a few of the dozens of "albums" I started stumbling across all those photos I've snapped of Mistress in various states of dress (or undress). It made me wonder whether I really want all those photos in the "cloud". And also, what happens to a digital photo collection once someone "moves on" (either to a new computer, or to the hereafter).  If our currently cute co-eds ever have to sort through the junk that there dearly departed Dad or Mom have left behind, will it include pictures of "mommy" sunbathing in the nude, or tied to a bed with an hitachi at the ready?

I deleted a few of the redundant shots, but it just seems wrong to  relegate to the cyber trash bin some of the more alluring photos of Mistress we have shared with our readers over the years. So maybe we need occasional "flashbacks" to stoke our mutual prurient interests?

Here is one to share, Mistress primping before we headed to our one and only dungeon outing with Aisha, down river from River City.  It may not be tights season now, but one can fantasize!

Catching Up for Lost Time.

When Slave pulled into our driveway Friday afternoon, Mistress was home from her "nooner" with her lover, Jay. I found her in our side yard, catching some sun while participating in a call with a client. She was in shorts and a sports bra, ready for our planned late afternoon bike ride. Although I was certainly desperate for some sexual release, I was also desperate for some exercise after three days of too much sitting on my aging ass. Mistress had decreed that there would be some exercise before nookie. And Mistress knows best!

After a nice ride on a warm sunny Friday afternoon, we soon found ourselves in bed. Mistress considered showering first, but then that would deny her Slave the chance to savor all the accumulated flavors of her busy day.

Mistress was certainly "ripe" as her slave settled in betwixt her firm but smooth and sensuous thighs for some much delayed worship. And as I applied my eager lips to their task, she filled me in on some details of her time in the sack with Jay earlier in the afternoon.

"I guess you could say it was pretty typical Slave.....lots of oral, both ways, lots of cock riding, and of course him standing at the side of the bed and fucking me with my legs up..... I guess you could call it a quickie, but with Jay an hour is 'quick'....."

In the meantime, my tastebuds were certainly picking up the tell tale residue of all that fucking ... a salty, creamy concoction that was blended together as Mistress enjoyed what must have been at least 4 or 5 cums just a few hours earlier.

Of course I was happy to add at least one or more to her count before she finally allowed her slave to let loose in what seemed like a rather explosive discharge of all that pent up sexual energy.  Three days is a long time for this pampered house slave.

"Boy, you were horny, weren't you, Slave?"

No doubt.

Since Friday afternoon, we've been catching up for lost time, with some energetic wake up sex before we took another bike ride, and then some late afternoon fun after a day out in our yard.

There's no place like home!

Mistress Can't Wait....

After three days of scrupulously subscribing to the "no touch" rule, you can bet that slave is more than a little anxious to be reunited with Mistress in the UCTMW Executive Suite. I am wrapping up my conference in the Steel City (you can see how closely I'm paying attention), and will soon hit the road for the 5 hour journey back to River City.

Last night I pined for Mistress at  a gritty local sports bar, watching the locals moan and groan through a Stanley Cup play-off game as their Pens took on the Rangers. I'm not a big hockey fan, but was amused that when the Pens finally scored in the 2nd period, the chant broke out "shots on the house". The bar tender was not persuaded.

When I talked the Mistress this morning, explaining how desperate I was to a break my long chaste nightmare in her arms this evening, I was hoping for some similar sentiment.

Like, "I'm sure I'll be horny for you too, Slave...."

But instead she let it drop  that she'd be heading to her lover Jay's house for some noontime nookie.

"It's been a long draught for me too, slave. And I think Jay misses me."

So as I drive west towards the heartland, I'll be thinking of Mistress starting without me, no doubt getting a royally good fucking.

"Will you have any energy left for me, Mistress?"

"Awww. Poor Slave. Are you sulking. I thought you liked to worship after Jay's has his way with me."

"Of course I do, Mistress...."

"Ohhh, don't worry. I'll save a little energy for you too, Slave."

Typically, I can wait until morning after Mistress has one of those mid-day and highly athletic sex sessions with her lover.  But I'm not sure I can be so patient today.

Poor Mistress....

Slave has definitely been derelict in his duties these last two days.

I've had to go to a rather tedious professional meeting in Steel City, leaving Wednesday morning, and not returning until Friday until dinner time.

This has left Mistress bereft of the services her slave typically is expected to provide.

I had to slide out of the bed and hit the road early yesterday morning, so it would have been rude to wake her for morning worship, let alone our traditional wake up sex.

Last evening we talked. She was heading to a "networking" event with some professional women.

"Hmmmm, Mistress. Maybe one of them will hit on you. That might be fun."

"That would be in interesting change of pace, Slave.  Sometimes I do get tired of all that guy baggage. You all have so many needs for me to deal with.  Women can be simpler...."

Sadly, when we checked in later that night, Mistress was home alone, no closer to some sexual attention than beforehand.

"They were pretty much like me, Slave.... no one hit on me. I did pass on the post event trip to a bar that I was invited too...."

Well that might have been a missed opportunity.

Today she was downtown near my office, for another meeting. The following text conversation ensued:

"Downtown, Slave.... and no worship. Poor me."

"I am definitely in default of my obligations, Mistress."

"You are, Slave".

Tonight she was hoping that her lover Jay might provide some hot companionship.  But, sadly, he has child care duties that make him unavailable. Instead, she's meeting a female friend at a local bar restaurant. It can also me a bit of a meat market.  So I suppose there is a chance that someone will catch her eye.

But if not, poor Mistress may be without sexual services for two nights in a row. That hasn't happened in some time. And I have a feeling Slave will be held responsible.

Maybe she'll make me set up a "cuckold calendar" service, as Terri does for Diane, over at "A Married Sissy". That way I'd have responsibility for keeping her sexually satisfied even when I am out of town.

I suspect she will be tempted to deploy her favorite power tool tonight, if only to take the edge off.

As for me. My instructions are clear.

"Remember Slave.  No touching.  If I'm not getting any, why should you.  I expect you to come back here very horny on Friday."

I don't think that will be a problem.