Solitary slave

To entertain our Domme in training, Mistress loaded up the car yesterday and drove her up to the Windy City to visit with Mistress's sister. It's about a 5.5 hour drive, and sister's apartment is right near the Beach, so Mistress should have a little relaxation time, though surely she will miss her slave's daily worship.  How can you not miss this sort of well trained orgasm delivery system?

(Fortunately, we did have time for some stealth sex in our bedroom yesterday morning to tide Mistress over.)

But what about me, you might ask?  How is slave going to handle three nights solo without getting into all sorts of mischief?

Rest assured, I was well and safely occupied last night, sharing some pizza with my oldest daughter and three cute grandkids.  Then home to watch a meaningless Pussycats  exhibition game.  

Mistress did lay out some ground rules>

"If you're not riding your bike to work, then you should be in your cage, slave."

"Yes, Mistress".

I see this rule as an incentive to exercise.  And it looks like the weather will cooperate today.

"And you can play with yourself once a day while I'm gone, slave...."

Well that won't be too hard to comply with.  I can just hear Terri and Diane scoffing about this one.

And even though we had our Sunday morning to tide me over, I took advantage of my privilege last evening, after watching the Pussycats build a comfortable lead against the hapless lesser Pussycats from north Florida.

I guess it could be  worse.  Mistress could have left me with a babysitter.

Staycation

Mistress had a busy day yesterday.  After our stealth morning worship and wake-up session, she was quickly at work at her computer on a long project for a client. But she broke at lunch time for a date with her lover Jay.

While it was a date of sorts, it was chaste and chaparoned affair: our daughter tagged along for her stick shift driving instructions. But Jay drives a hard bargain (in addition to hard appendages). He extracted a sushi lunch with Mistress and the Domme in Training.

"So how did that go, Mistress.... was our loving daughter suspicious?"

"She seemed to buy the story that we met through work and have become friends."

Sounds as if the lessons went well.  Another may be scheduled next week.

But the big news is that our little darling actually had social plans last night. One of my older daughters pried her loose from our home for dinner and a movie.

At last.....our Nest was empty again.

Rest assured Mistress and slave took full advantage of a few hours of freedom.

Although we were tempted to do it on the living room floor like this cute couple with the vivid wall paper, we quickly  retreated to the "Executive Suite"  for an extended pre-dinner "open door" session, involving lots of worship and a modicum of cock riding with the noise modulators off.

It was liberating to know that if slave was able to use his meager skills to induce a cum or two from Mistress, she would not have to squelch those inspiring sounds of passion.

Once the dust settled, there was a late "snack" dinner in our living room, binging on the "Casual" TV series we had lost track of..... then back to bed where we slept soundly after a night of liberation.

Of course, all good "staycations" come to an end.  Our daughter is back in her bedroom next door. When I worship Mistress this morning, we will be back to "stealth mode".

But better than not at all, right?

Crowded House

I woke up this morning, looked morosely at our blog, and realized it's been six days since slave posted here.  That could be an Olympic record for sloth, if the Olympics add that event, along with bowling and tanning, to the program in 4 years. In fact, maybe I should start training now?

The problem is that even with the very low bar set here for "news" worth blogging, it's been a very slow week in River City as far as kinky carryings-on go.

We've had our prodigal daughter visiting for what now seems #longenoughtoseemlikemovingbackin time. And then on Thursday night the older daughter was back with her boy friend for a few nights. So there have been plenty of family socializing and very little kinky sex.  While Mistress and slave have been able to squeeze in some morning sexual activity, it's been of the "keep it quiet or we'll scandalize the children" varierty.  It's made even this kind of lazy slave long for the lazy afternoons of ass-cropping and pegging that are the provinces of an empty nest, not a crowded house.

Last night, instead of a quiet evening at home we had the grand family dinner, with all four of my daughters, three cute grandkids, and the Dowager Domme and her husband. Slave smoked some Salmon for the occassion. We had hoped to eat outside, but it looked like it might rain, and the Dowager Domme doesn't like to eat on our rustic patio with it's uneven brick surface. It's hard on her lizard shoes!  (I can't make that stuff up!).  While the event was festive, I have t admit a sigh of relief when the final guest departed and the clean up was done. Only then could Mistress and slave retreat to the private confines of the executive suite here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And of course, poor Mistress has no free time to enjoy the privileges of her permission to enjoy the bounty of Jay's alpha cock. Our daughter is very efficient at keeping track of her whereabouts and making sure she tags along if a meal is involved. Although word has it that Jay may get called into service for other duties this week: our daughter wants to learn how to drive a standard transmission car, and he's the only one who has one that we know of.  You can imagine Mistress's efforts to persuade Jay to take on this kamikaze mission with his cute little Honda Civic GT; and her response to our daughter's question "so how do you know this guy?"

Sadly, this may go on for a few more weeks.  Our younger daughter plans to camp here until her new visa to return for another year of "study" in the Euro-Zone comes through. And as all you Brexiters know, the machinery of the European Union bureaucracy grinds oh-so-slowly.  What ever happened to the days when you could cram a few bucks into the breast pocket of a corrupt embassy official and get prompt service?

Now they are too focused on making big donations to the Clinton Foundation to make sure the skids are greased in the next administration?

Never mind.  There's no point in a "sex blog" without sex in it.  I suggest you tune into "A Married Sissy" if you want some real action for the rest of this month.

Run Silent, Run Deep

Our youngest daughter is back from "The Continent" for about 4 weeks.

"All the Europeans take August off....so it's kind of boring there this time of year."

Well, we're glad to see you too, honey, even if it's just because the bars in Brussels aren't as much fun in August.

Honestly, it is good to see her. It;s been nearly 8 months for me. And I suppose we should be flattered that she is willing to spend so much time with us.  At her age, I would not have been caught dead spending more than an hour or two a week with my parents, let alone four weeks.

Though it's clear after only 3 days of chilling with her parents that we are already getting on her nerves. The lectures on how boorish and loud we ugly Americans are have begun. Like at the movies yesterday, when she was chowing down on a big box of popcorn.

"In Europe at the movies, they don't eat in the theatre. People don't like all that loud chewing."

"crunch....crunch.....crunch....."

Ah well.

The biggest issue is that with her ensconced in the bedroom next to ours, Mistress and slave have to be sensitive about what we say in the privacy of our own bed.

"You know I can hear you talking about me!"

OK.  But what about when we're not talking?  Mistress and slave have resorted to "furtive coupling" mode. Continuing to "do it", but under the covers and without the ecstatic sounds that might typically  be produced by some robust wake up sex, or afternoon worship.  And that also forestalls use of some of our louder means of sexual entertainment: It may be a while before slave gets to deploy Mistress's favorite power tool, or she dons her harness / strap-on.  But at least it seems unlikely that slave will experience one of those noisy croppings on some trumped up charge.

But when you are in stealth mode, as we are required to be, there is a certain devious appeal.  It reminds you of those teenage  days when make out sessions had to occur in the basement, as parents prowled above.  Can you sneak up on that "launch mode" without someone figuring out what is going on?

Will Mistress and Slave be able to "torpedo their way to glory"?

Or will those nasty depth charges get us first?