Slave Discovers His Need For Self-Correction

Yesterday we received a thoughtful comment from a local follower, who lists himself as “anonymous”. But I think we know who he is. Regardless of the source, it did provide some insight that Slave had missed with regard to two recent foul ups here – once when I forgot to worship, and then on Tuesday night when I attempted to worship in a preemptory fashion, without Mistress invitation. Here is the comment from yesterday:

Over the course of the last few weeks I have noticed that Mick and Molly have been struggling to find the balance between relaxation time and together time. For some people, this time is one and the same and therefore have no conflict in balancing between them. However, I see it as two distinct entities.
Relaxation time is the time for yourself to unwind from the daily grind and take a deep breath and let out the tension of the day. Molly has a many activities from which to choose from when needing to unwind. Reading and sunbathing tend to be her favorites, especially when done at the same time but one must not forget the biking and swimming. Mick has his own interests found in the political news cycle which is in overload due to the election year. Sometimes Mick can forget himself in this political passions as shown by his failure to worship before dinner the evening of the NY primary (see blog entry April 20, 2016) Make no mistake, everyone needs relaxation time and how we respect each other's need defines the relationship with your partner and makes together time that much more intense and special. 
Here lies the conundrum in the contract. When is the right time for the slave to offer service to their Mistress or Master? Obviously, Mick does quite well when summoned and is very quick to meet the needs of Molly when called upon to do so. The challenge is finding the right timing to offer service to Molly without disrupting her relaxation time. Two consecutive Tuesday night primaries, with totally opposite actions by Mick, ended in a failure to serve Molly in a fashion to her liking.
When does a slave offer to serve? How does a slave know when to initiate the action? After all, it is the slaves duty to serve. Mick could use the help of the readers on this topic as he is running up a demerit tally that could result in several days of uncomfortable sitting.

Of course, our commenter is right. Both of those examples of “bad slave” behavior came on election days in this contentious and entertaining primary season. Apparently Slave’s obsession with the vagaries of the dual nomination contests has disrupted my sense of how best to serve Mistress.

Clearly the lesson here is to grovel more and worry about the election results less. I should certainly offer my services, but patiently wait for Mistress to indicate that she is ready to receive them.

Now that I am more conscious of my weak spot, hopefully I will be better able to anticipate a proclivity to fuck up on election or debate night, and self-correct.

If I don’t I have a feeling Mistress will take the “correction” into her own hands.

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.