Uppity Slave?

Last night I arrived home in a massive thunderstorm here in River City, getting pretty damp just crossing the few steps from my car to our back door.  I slid out of my wet shoes, and climbed the stairs to our bedroom, looking for Mistress.

She was already under the covers of our bed, in some sexy black undies and a top, reading her kindle.


I slid out of my work clothes, joining her in a T-shirt and my undies. We spent about 20 minutes - her continuing to read, as I scanned the news on my laptop.

Then I made my move...too tempted by her close proximity, sliding down betwixt her firm, athletic thighs...

"Ready for some worship, Mistress?"

Obviously, I was ready.  But Mistress seemed a little annoyed.

"Well you certainly are anxious, slave....."

She reluctantly put her kindle down.  Apparently I was a little too insistent, interrupting Mistress mid-chapter.  But she did indulge me, slithering out of her tight black panties to give me more complete access to her neatly shaven folds.

Rest assured I was quickly on task, hopefully powering past her initial reluctance and rewarding her patience with a satisfying pre-dinner cum. It's always nice to feel Mistress shudder with delight in response to my ministrations.

But my rude insistence hung in the air when my task was complete.

"Sorry of I was too pushy, Mistress...."

"You were, slave... you should have waited until I gave you the go ahead...."

"I guess I deserve a punishment...."

"I think you're looking for a punishment...."

Moi?

Crowded Nest

Mistress came home from her overnight visit to our state's capital Friday evening to find a somewhat more crowded nest.  My sister is visiting from the east coast to spend some time with my fading mother.  We've been spoiled with an empty nest these last few months. So adopting to an intruder could be a challenge, particularly when it came to scheduling some "reunion sex".

Rest assured, after 36 hours of denial, and Thursday spent in my cock cage, slave was ecstatic to see her, but actually showing my appreciation and earning my release required some delicate timing.  Would my sister return to the house at an inopportune time and interrupt our fun?

Mistress got home at around 4:30 pm, and the first order of business was a bike ride after a busy work day and her two hour drive. We showered together. But Mistress was sleepy, so there was a nap to fit in.

Fortunately, when we woke at around 6:30 pm, fully refreshed, my sister had still not returned to the house. Rest assured we took full advantage of that window of opportunity.

Plus Mistress had a chance to fill me in on her visit from Jay at lunch time, Thursday.

"It was brief, but nice slave.... but I have to say I was a little tired for the drive north....you know how it is after some vigorous fucking...."

Poor Mistress. Maybe she should have Ubered?

Yesterday morning, we were back to a familiar routine.  Turning on some music to mask the sounds of furtive lovemaking in our room, as my sister was sleeping across the hall.

Fortunately, she heads home this evening....

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.