Cage Day for Slave

"So are you riding your bike tomorrow, slave?"

Mistress questioned me about my Thursday plans yesterday evening as we lolled in bed before dinner. I had not made the mistake of Tuesday night. Rest assured I had used my lips and tongue to tend to Mistress's needs with out a need for a reminder promptly on my return home.  No need to add to that demerit list.

"No Mistress.... I'm planning on visiting my mother at the end of the day."

(She's declining and needs some help eating these days).

"Well then, let's make sure you are in your cage...."

You see Mistress is on the road today, spending the night up the road in our tediously flat state capitol.

"When I'm out of town you know I like you on lock down."

"Your wish is my command, Mistress...."

 I already have the ring for my cage  in place, ready to enhance our morning wake up sex.

And there was another thing Mistress mentioned before bed time last night.

"When I mentioned to Jay that I was heading out of town, he said he might stop over before I leave, slave...."

So not only will I have a lonely bed tonight, it's possible that the bed will get "used" before I get home.

Busy Mistress.

Slave Earns a Punishment

At the end of the day, slave rode his bicycle home and discovered Mistress in our bed. She was resting after a busy day. I slid in next to her after a quick shower,  naked, sliding up against her lush body in a short nightie.  Soon we were both drifting off.

Our post work naps have become increasingly common it seems.

I woke around 6:45, and attempted to glean some hidden meaning out of the CNN exit polls, maybe a little too focused on the hotly contested NY primary. Mistress was waking too, and I announced I was heading downstairs to get dinner going.

Did anyone notice something there?

Mistress certainly did, pointing out while we were settling down for dinner that I had forgotten to offer to worship. Too focused I was on those pesky election results!

Oops.

Of course I made good on my "rain check" before we drifted off last night. Attention to her clean shaven folds was given priority over the CNN talking heads.

But I do have a feeling that there is a demerit on an imaginary sheet somewhere in Mistress's head, and that a comeuppance is due.

Back to Basics

It's always sad to be away from Mistress for two nights. The bed is cold and lonely, and its never a good night's sleep without her by my side.  So after two nights and three days in our nation's capitol, it was nice to be back in our cosy bed (we only have a double, no need for a king or queen for us) on Friday night.

I made sure to dip my balding noggin betwixt her firm and athletic thighs for a good night worship. But saved my own pent up demands for morning.

Things went rather quickly for our Saturday morning wake up sex.  Heck, it had been a couple of days for slave!

Then I was off to take care of some errands, grocery shopping for a dinner with two friends, and an outing with my cute grandsons in the afternoon. When I returned, Mistress, who had lunched with her mother, the Dowager Domme, was settled back into bed for our traditional late afternoon nap.  I joined her in bed and we both nodded off for an hour or so.

Fortunately, the dinner guests were not scheduled to arrive until 7:30 pm. Which led to Mistress's question when we woke at around 5:30 pm.

"Slave.... are we having sex this afternoon?"

"I was hoping, Mistress....."

Our afternoon encounter was a more drawn out and leisurely affair. It featured a prelude of worship, an interregnum of vigorous cock riding, and a dramatic crescendo with Slave on top, taking his own pleasure after Mistress had 2, maybe three cums of her own.....

I'm not sure whether our guests could detect the glow of well earned content when we both greeted them at the door.

HNT./ Missing Mistress

It's been a busy week for both Mistress and slave. And now I am off in our nation's capitol while Mistress has been left to her own devices back in River City.

"Maybe I should have made you wear the cage, slave...."

I suppose I should have asked before I left down.  But at least I have been following the "no touch" rule, looking forward until tomorrow evening when I will be reunited with her.

In the meantime, at least I can electronically page through my collection of provocative photos of Mistress and share a couple with our devoted readers.

Here's one from tight's season. It's the only thing I miss once sprng finally arrives.

But then this view of Mistress's un-tighted legs isn't so shabby, is it?

And finally, how about a photo of Mistress in some of her colorful under-garments:



I hope some illustrations will at least give me a pass until I can provide some more substantive blog-fodder for our devoted readers.