Ivy League Kink

Slave spent the day yesterday with one of my older daughter, touring that legendary Ivy League campus in northern Jersey where F Scott Fitzgerald and Bill Bradley once prowled. It's a beautiful campus and appealing town, filled with earnest students and faculty and no doubt very expensive homes.

Meanwhile, Mistress was back in River City. It sounds like she had a busy day herself, capped off with a sleepover with her lover Jay.

We were only able to trade a couple of texts and talk briefly at around 8:30 last night.

"Jay came over around 5:30, Slave... and now we're walking up the street for dinner."

"Hmmm.... that was three hours ago", I thought to myself.

"Have you been busy, Mistress...."

She giggled.

"Yes, SLave.... we have been busy...."

I suspect they let loose in our bed, knowing there was no sleeping slave in the room next door to "disturb".

Later last night I got a text before we both headed to bed.

"Ugh.  I think we saw your friend Bob up on the street last night, Slave...."

It was what we had discussed, the chance Mistress would run into someone we know when out on her Saturday night "date".

"Don't worry, Mistress... no big deal.", I responded.  There are plenty of explanations for a night out with another guy that we can come up with if need be.

On our tour yesterday we stopped by the University Art Gallery. It was a rather impressive collection that would endow more than a few major colleges or Universities, no doubt contributed by some very flush alums.

That $100 Million Monet on the wall?  Oh, just something we didn't have room for when we "downsized" in Palm Beach.

But one picture in prominent display did catch my eye as being a little beyond the button down Ocford, top sider norm:

I guess even Ivy Leaguers can have a rich fantasy life.

Mistress Fills Her Weekend Dance Card

Slave is heading off to the east coast for a few days on Saturday morning. I will be visiting one of my older daughters, and attending a conference in the City of Brotherly Love.  While I'm hunting down cheese steaks, Poor Mistress will be left to her own devices (including the hitachi?) while I'm gone.

 How will she handle the loss of my food preparation efforts?

Or my more... intimate.... services?

Mistress has been working on that.

"So Jay is really going to spend the night here Saturday night, Slave."

"Well I'm glad to hear that, Mistress. I wouldn't want our bed to be chilly while I'm gone."

In fact, Slave feels much better knowing she will be in good hands and well fucked when I'm not here to perform my marital (and contractual) duties.

We talked about what happens if they are out to dinner in the neighborhood Saturday evening, and run into some of our friends. We agreed that they would avoid any PDA's and have a "cover story" for any curious friends wondering where devoted hubby is while Mistress dines out with this "other guy".

Of course, honesty may be the best policy.  How about: "Mick is away, so it's a chance to spend some quality time with my 'side-dish'."

Mistress did remark on the unusual nature of her Saturday night plans. In the past she's spent the night at Jay's house. But he's rarely spent the night here....

"It will be a little odd with him here overnight and you not in the other bedroom, Slave...."

Honestly, I couldn't tell you which scenario is odder -- Slave in the kid's room while Mistress sleeps with her lover, or Slave out of town while Mistress sleeps with her lover. But either one is hot, don't you think?

At least Slave will know that Mistress is well taken care of, and adding to that cum count, even while I am off on my brief tour of Jersey and Philly.

Cum and Go

Mistress was a little harried yesterday. 

After some wake-up sex in the UCTMW Executive Suite she had a series of meetings all about town, and a big traffic accident that shut down the expressway made it all the more complicated.

"Jay wanted me to come by at lunch time --- he must miss me slave -- but I told him there was no way."

Poor Mistress.

It's not like her to pass up a nooner.

At the end of the day, we had plans to take one of my clients out for dinner at a swanky new downtown restaurant.

Fortunately, Mistress made it to my office with just enough time for a little "stress relief".

She had some rather kinky shoes on, and was able to slither out of her black panties for me. All Slave could do was kneel and get to work.

The resulting cum seemed to take the edge off a busy day for her. Then it was off to dinner.  I doubt our guest was able to detect the scent of Mistress's musky juices that covered my face.

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!