Flashback Friday

I dropped Mistress off at our local aerodrome yesterday afternoon, and woke this morning to a text that Mistress had arrived safely at her European destination.  Photos of her and our youngest "domme in training" are already popping up on facebook as they graze across one of the vaunted capitols of Europe.

Meanwhile, slave is back here in River City contemplating my day.

Mistress laid out some basic rules:

1) cage if I go out, other than when I ride my bike. It's a nice day here today, and there is a powerful incentive to ride that bike. Should I bring my cage and put it on at work?  The rules are ambiguous on that.
2) the "no touch" rule is suspended until Sunday night. Indeed, Mistress has instructed me to "touch" daily on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. But photographic evidence is required.  That means the uncomfortable taking of the "dick pic" which is them texted to Mistress.  Sounds like the snap chat app will be dusted off this weekend.

But for those of you looking for some "touch fodder" of your own, here are a few from the vault.



I recall this photo on the left from a trip Mistress took several years ago when she traveled to Europe with her mother and sister. Was it Our Western Correspondent who was pulling the strings back then, and told her to afix this clothespin to her nipple prior to some finger fiddling?

And (below) here's another photo from the vault. This is when Mistress and I were commuting betwixt River City and Orlando, before the blog started.  Mistress tended to greet me on my arrival in something alluring. And while this get up is a change of pace from her traditional black, it certainly is tongue tempting, isn't it?

When Mistress is Away....

Mistress is headed off for a long weekend today to visit our adventurous younger daughter who is "studying" abroad this year. That will leave slave to his own, pathetic  devices until Monday.

She's made clear what rules apply .... "I want you in that cage when you go out, slave."

Fortunately, there will be an exception when I am riding my bike. (I can hear Terri and Diane snorting in derision over that line, but slave has to stay semi-buff doesn't he?).

I will "keep myself busy" with work, time with cute grandkids, visits to my fading Mother, and maybe a little NBA play-off basketball.  Mistress will be back before I know it.

Sadly, there won't be much blog fodder for our readers while my nearly four day separation from Mistress will transpire.  I guess I can provide some flash back filler with old photos of Mistress from the vaults.

Stay tuned!

Hoping to Avoid a Primary Night Backslide.

After the dust settled on Saturday afternoon, with slave suitably chastened, we went back to a more normal routine. There was dinner with the Dowager Domme for her birthday on Saturday night, and a Sunday that featured a bike ride and some lolling about with the New York Times before Mistress indulged her slave with some mid-morning wake up sex. 

We did get a thoughtful comment yesterday from our anonymous local commenter, who has become such a student of the blog, I’m thinking he may be using it as a subject for a Masters’ degree. Here is what he had to say, in case you missed it:

The best thing about corrective action by one's Mistress or Master is that once it is done, the issue or cause for the corrective action is also done, at least until the infraction is repeated. This means that all transgressions are dealt with in the timely manner and are then considered closed action items. They are not brought up again and again, allowing the past to stay where it belongs promoting a sense of living for the moment and looking forward in a positive manner to the future. This promotes a healthy relationship as all contentious issues are put to rest in a timely manner.

Mick has now paid for his failure to serve Molly properly on the last two Tuesday election primaries. However, I must point out that there are several primaries to come, not to mention the Party Conventions this summer. Does anyone think that Mick will be able to control his appetite for following and participating in politics? I am sorry to say that I have some serious doubts. My money is on the probability that Mick will have a several sore bottom days between now and the General election in November resulting from getting lost in the election cycle moment and failing to serve Molly properly.

Anon, your observation is correct. A good, punitive physical correction – while painful at the time – is the best way to put to bed an incident (or multiple incidents) of misconduct.  Before Mistress learned this technique she could sulk for a while if Slave messed up, withholding her normally sunny personality as a form of punishment.  Now she seems to have learned that a good cropping can show me the error of my ways while allowing her to purge her own hurt feelings or discontent with me.  A “win win”, so to speak.

And tonight will be a test to see if her “correction” had the desired impact, as votes come in from the Indiana primary.  I'll be closely monitoring whether Ted "The Creepy Canadian" Cruz can reboot his fading campaign in Indiana. 

Let’s hope I don’t have a backslide. If so, it will be my backside that pays the price.

Slave's Comeuppance

After a couple of weeks of less than optimal service from her slave, it was just a matter of time before Mistress "cracked down".

Yesterday was the day when slave's time ran out.

Things started here as might a typical Saturday. Though Mistress had a breakfast meeting for a client, we were able to squeeze in some wake-up worship and what Mistress referred to as a "quickie". Rest assured, slave was pampered in ways that some of my comrades are not (thinking of you Terri, on that lonely, caged sabbatical).

But before we went our separate ways, Mistress had a warning / promise.

"Don't be gone too long, slave.  I have plans for you this afternoon."

Hmmmm?

I was back from some time with my cute grandsons by around 2 pm. That left time for an afternoon map, and nothing more on our agenda until a  7:30 pm dinner with the Dowager Domme and Mistress's sister.

So when we woke from our nap, there was still plenty of time in our afternoon. Mistress took full advantage.

"Get out my supplies, slave...."

I knew what she meant....her harness and it's important accessory. Along with a container of lube.

But as I was assembling the desired equipment, she had a second requirement.

"And get the riding crop too, slave....."

Oops.

Once Mistress slid into her harness, she took full and decisive charge.

"On the bed, slave.... and in your position...."

I knew it was time to take my medicine, like a man ,  errrr, slave.....

Mistress explained why it was time for a much delayed punishment.

"You've been a little too fixated on politics and facebook when you get home from work slave....and not on serving ME....."

As the stinging blows rained down on my backside, I did a rather poor job of remaining still.

"Stop squirming slave.... it will just make things worse...."

And so it did.

But all well deserved punishments come to an end. and this one too.  Mistress swiftly moved onto pegging mode, lubricating her artificial appendage and sliding down onto my prone form and stinging ass.

Her aim was true.

Mistress took her time having her way with her submissive receptacle, and worked her way up to an impressive cum at my expense, finally coming to rest on top of me, short of breath but seemingly well satisfied.

Fortunately, she was more than happy to return the favor, though it took a little energy on my part to get out of the sub-zone.

 Rest assured my "punishment" had the desired affect of re-focusing my attention where it should be: pleasing Mistress!