Nakers Sunday

The final day of the local "big barn dance" was a long one, with more sunshine and great music.  Mistress opted for something a little more revealing, which I noticed several of the "cowpokes" ogling through the day.

The odd thing was that several of the "cowgirls" in the audience actually approached Mistress during the course of the day to complement her on her "look" -whether it was her turquoise jewelry ("I love the color"); her boots ("who made those for you")  her skin ("what a gorgeous tan"; or just her general hotness ("I just have to say you have looked so beautiful every day of this festival"). Slave was tempted to say "get a room" after that last one, but that would not be "knowing my place" would it?

One glitch we had was in the form of a lady from Boston, early 50's, who was sans hubby, and who tried to glom onto us Saturday afternoon. Now slave would not have minded chatting with this lady betwixt sets, but she was the type of audience member who ignored that fact that there were performers on stage and yammered on and on, raising her volume to compete with the music rather than enjoy the scene. That yammering in our ears became intolerable by around 6:30 pm, so we came up with some story about retrieving our jackets from our car. She actually seemed inclined to tag along, until we told her "how far away" our car was. We even had to give her one of our blanket / serapes to tide her over until she found another "willing" audience for her endless prattle.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner at a local bistro, then saw her later in the evening for the "barn dance" portion of the program.  She had found others to hang around with, to our relief. But then she announced she was having a "party" Sunday night. We worked on our alibi, and politely texted her Sunday morning that we would be unable to join her party with plans to veg out at our "spread" after three days of wall to wall music.  But that wasn't enough....as Mistress reported.

"Now she says she and some friends want to stop by and see us this afternoon..."

"Oh shit...."

"I told her that she should text ahead of time, since I sun bath naked".

It turns out that was a great move.  Maybe she and her pals were a little taken aback at walking in on naked sunbathers?

"We can both greet them at the door naked, Mistress....tell them we have "nakers Sundays" here and if they want to chill with us they need to go au natural with us too!"

In any event, our unwelcome visitors never materialized. And rest assured Mistress was not bluffing.  (As you can see, some of those tan lines have re-materialized since our last trip west).

But this is a sex blog right?  Yesterday was definitely a step up on that front, despite our fear of unwelcome visitors.  Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool as a prelude to some vigorous cock riding before our morning bike ride.

After breakfast, we adjourned to our patio, with Mistress sunning herself as promised, while slave listed to the Pussycats beat the Jets, which was probably a little rude on 9/11.  But I did not ignore Mistress.  At the third quarter break, I hooked the hitachi to an extension cord and treated Mistress to a bonus cum in the bright summer sunshine.  And that danged machine is so efficient, slave didn't miss the Pussycats 4th quarter comeback.

But there's more!  we took a late afternoon nap as some clouds gathered, and before slave whipped up dinner there was round two sex, starting with some oral worship and graduating to some rather bracing fucking without the sound moderation required for so many weeks back home.

Apparently there's life in the old pampered slave yet!

Back In Her Cowgirl Groove

Rest assured that Mistress and slave have gotten their mojo back now that our nest has been re-emptied and we are safely ensconced in our SW hideaway.  Mistress freely exercised her right to some robust cock riding both Thursday and Friday mornings.

"It's nice to be able to do it with the doors open again, slave...."

"And not having to stifle, Mistress....."

The weather has been glorious, with cloudless skies and temperatures in the 70's. And while Mistress has not had time for any nakers sunning, we have been enjoying a late summer music festival here in our little town, with singer songwriters from Texas and other parts entertaining the eclectic crowd. The festival is in a local park where the town's most famous native son is buried.


I did confirm the thesis that "cargo shorts" are the choice for guys of a certain age here in the SW, as shown by this beer sipping member of the audience:


And no, that's not me!  Mistress would never allow her slave to wear sandals in public!

More interesting are the outfits of the ladies.  Mistress opted for the jeans and boots look on Thursday, accessorized with some of her native jewelry:



You can tell the festival goes for the cowboy vibe by planting some hay bales around the grounds for those who want to sun away from the stage.

But we found it was too dang hot for jeans in Thursday. slave opted for shorts yesterday (non-cargo).  And Mistress went for a floaty skirt and some sandals, allowing all of us to appreciate those polished to a gloss toes.  Don't they just make you want to fall to your knees and suckle?

Sadly, the one thing missing is an extracurricular lover.  We've never been successful in recruiting a "local" though there has been a little flirtation from time to time.  Of course, Mike, our erstwhile Western Correspondent just 5 hrs. up the road never got it together to make a road trip.  And Mistress's "Mountain Man" is more fantasy than reality. Plus he's always off climbing some danged mountain!

As for Jay, he's sulking a bit back in River City.  First there was the daughter clinging to Mistress side for a month. Then out exit stage west.

"I think he's annoyed with me slave....he said 'I'm always disappearing'".

I can see his concern.  But oddly he's been texting me about silly political developments.  But not a word to Mistress.

"I guess that's proof he's sulking, slave...."

Somehow I think he'll come around once Mistress is back in town.   In the meantime, I guess all we can do is find a comfy bale of hay, kick back and enjoy the music, and our re-emptied nest.

Washington Post Gets Kinky

Mistress and slave are sitting here at DFW. Our lovely daughter is in DC, boarding her flight to
"the Continent". We had a melancholy parting back at the River City airport around 2 pm, as we headed west and she headed east.  She confirmed via text that it "wasn't that bad being home".

And while I've been whining about our infested nest, it is a little sad to see her heading off again for another tour of duty in Europe, where she will no doubt be exposed to the threat of terrorism and the temptations of all that high alcohol content Belgian ale.

We plan to recover from the whole daunting affair with some time in our SW hideaway. And while Mistress may be sans alpha lover for another 14 days or so, I will try to make it worth her while.

But in the meantime, as I was scanning the Washington Post for the latest dreary political developments I stumbled across this illustrated  article about the recovery of some Irving Klaw photos of the legendary Betty Page -- including some hot bondage shots. It turns out that Mr. Klaw had his own tormenters in Congress, just as Mrs. Clinton has now. But the fact one of the nation's most main stream media outlets will now publish bondage imagery suggests that kinksters have come a long way.

Either that or Jeff Bezos, the Post's owner and Amazon kingpin is  one kinky dude!

Lazy Labor Day Weekend

Mistress and slave are running out the clock on our shared habitation with our lovely youngest daughter. Our wake-up sex rituals and afternoon worship sessions are still subject to the "run silent, run deep" rule, since the Domme in Training rarely leaves her room unless we take her out for yet another meal.

(She claims that when in Europe she prepares many of her meals at home, so eating out is a "treat". Somehow slave is skeptical. In the meantime, my Amex card is getting a workout, and my waistline is expanding!)

But there is hope!  Her long term visa has come through, and she is scheduled to return to "The Continent" come Wednesday. Mistress and slave are wasting no time, and will be traveling to the airport with her to catch our own flight west, to enjoy the final days of summer at our SW hideaway.

And while it's been nice to spend some quality feed bad time with our youngest, we also miss our ability to conduct our sex life without the encumbering veil of silence. And that includes Mistress's freedom to engage in some extracurricular fun too!  It's going on a month since she's been able to exploit her cuckoldress privilege!  I have a feeling Jay could use some Mistress time too.

In the meantime, Slave will resort to some visual stimulation as a cheap but gratifying substitute for  raunchy prose. Mistress was taking a nap yesterday afternoon after a few hours at the swim club in its final summer weekend. When I came up after tending to the salmon slowly smoking in our yard, I discovered her snoozing au naturale. As you can see, those tan lines have made a comeback in the last month. She's got some work to do on our high desert patio starting Thursday.