Hospital Sex?

Slave is on the mend from some same-day surgery yesterday.

I have always avoided social media posts about one's health or maladies.  There are a few of my Facebook pals who routinely update us on their sniffles and more serious health matters . And while I try not  to be judgmental about those out there who need to "share" all that personal information, I prefer light and fluffy, or at least snarky and pithy postings on my accounts.  So no one on Facebook or Twitter knows I was "under the knife" yesterday, with a couple of incisions a little too close for comfort to Mistress's work-a-day cock.

But here on our "sex blog",  I am always looking for a snicker, and willing to share TMI in that quest.

I was supposed to be at the hospital by 8:30 am yesterday. Which meant that I was directed to wake Mistress a little earlier than otherwise to accommodate one last round of "wake up" sex before I was put out of commission. Rest assured I fulfilled my marital duties, with the nagging fear that it might be a week or so before I am cleared for further action.

As I suspected, once we arrived at the appointed hour, there was a lot of hurry up and waiting involved. As Mistress waited with me in the pre-op cubicle, I was directed by the cute little nurse (she seemed like a teenager!) to "take everything off and put on this robe..... it ties in the back."

As a well trained slave, I obediently stripped, and Mistress was kind enough to do the back tying honors.

Then it was..... wait..... and wait .... and wait.

Fortunately, I brought my NY Times. and Mistress had her kindle. But as an hour of waiting turned to two, I was getting bored.

"Do you think we can slip in one more before they knock me out, Mistress?"

"What, here?"

I was lying on one of those skinny little gurneys, ready to be hooked up and hauled away.  But without and undies on, all Mistress had to do was slide off her jeans and hop on board.  True, there was no "door", just a curtain that the nurse had slid shut. We could hear the MD's and nurses buzzing about beyond the curtain.   But as long as no one peaked inside, would we be discovered "in flagrente"?



Sadly, Mistress did not succumb to  my unsavory solicitation.

Fortunately, all went well, and I was home by 5 pm, a little tender and groggy but (apparently) repaired and ready to get back into action.

And while Mistress may be denied access to her work-a-day cock for a few more days, at least the anesthetist left my tongue intact.

Back to the Grind

Mistress and slave are back in River City again.

Ugh.

It's cold, damp and gray here.  None of that brilliant white snow that we left behind on our mountain.  No lovely sunsets to shorten our late afternoon apres ski naps.

Just duty to family and clients.

Mistress had lunch with the Dowager Domme yesterday, as slave worked on doing the grocery shopping and getting my home office organized.

Mistress did mention being in contact with Jay, her lover, who has been sulking a bit over her long absence. I suppose there are prospects that they will "hook up" sometime soon.

In the meantime, poor Mistress will be left to resort to the pleasures that her slave can provide with his devoted tongue and work-a-day cock.

Maybe today I should dust off her special power tool, which has been languishing in that bag in our closet, awaiting the return of her demanding clean shaven folds.

Somehow, she will survive!

Mistress Mulls Her Cuckolding Options

Here in our little corner of the SW the snow gods have been generous. Our mountain has been buried in a bout 4 new feet of snow over the last week.  Mistress found herself up to her thighs in powder yesterday afternoon -- on a trail that is typically groomed as smooth as silk.  I was proud to see her navigate her way through the morass, a big smile on her frozen face!

Meantime, slave has been doing my duty - morning sex and afternoon worship  - to keep her on "maintenance" satisfaction as she considers how (or whether) to get our new novelist buddy into a status beyond ski companion.

Here are the ideas we received from our readers and some reactions:

1. Slave, with a lame excuse,  begs out of dinner at nice restaurant with Mistress, and suggests that Dirk take her our instead. At dinner Mistress makes her play.  (Mistress seems a little reluctant, at least for now, to be so "forward").

2. Slave shares a beer with Dirk, suggests he has ED, and proposes that Dirk play a therapeutic role in our marriage.  (Not sure this would be credible long term, since it would be hard for us to hide our healthy sex life..... plus slave has an ego, after all!)

3. As an alternative, (proposed by blogger Lapsed Catholic Wife), slave takes Dirk out for a beer, mentions that we have an "open marriage" and mentions that Molly "fancies him" thus opening the door.

Now here are a couple of other ideas I came up with that could also move the ball forward:

4. Slave picks up on Dirk's career as a novelist, and mentions that I am a bit of an amateur writer, with an infamous blog that maintains a world wide reader base.  I offer him a link and see if her bites.  If he reads it, he might figure all this out by himself.

5. As a variation on the ED concept, Slave mentions to Dirk that we have a Femdom relationship, that I routinely wear a cock cage, and that Mistress mistakenly left the key back in River City. She could use a spare cock while I am "indisposed".

6. We invite Dirk over for dinner, Mistress dresses on suggestive lingerie and a skimpy robe, and when he arrives, she greets him at the door and explains that her husband was unexpectedly called away for a family emergency.

Despite all these excellent ideas, I suspect Mistress will want to go slow with this. And she has been receiving and exchanging text messages with him this week re: innocent subjects like snow conditions, etc.

Maybe we just let nature take its course.....

Is Mistress Due For A Spanking?

There was a major snow storm here over the weekend. Mistress and slave hunkered down Saturday to avoid the clouds and the blustery weather – substituting “two a day” sex and a romantic dinner out for a day on crowded, windy slopes.  But yesterday the sun was out, there were 22 inches of fresh powder (Our new POTUS would have called it 5 ft., but who’s counting?); and we were back up the mountain enjoying a winter wonderland.

On the cuckolding front,  Mistress has traded a few texts with Dirk (the novelist) over the last few days. And she and slave are mulling over some of your helpful suggestions on how to best fertilize this potential cuckolding relationship. It turns out we may see him again on the slopes today….. one step at a time. 

In the meantime, our Western Correspondent contributed a little speculation of his own on how Mistress might get a little extracurricular action:

 Well I left a comment for Mick and Molly yesterday and thought I could have some fun with it

And Diane you might like it too!

You see the Scarlet Ranch is actually a very upscale club

They have a very nice property on 5 acres

Nice big back yard with 10 cabanas and many tables

So last night I was "thinking" about what might happen if Mick and Molly went there

Of course Molly being the little show off would strip naked and have Mick go get her a drink as she sat down to talk to everybody

Of course she would be the only one naked....

She would rock forward in her chair and press her little clit on the seat

And rock back and forth...

As Mick was returning with her drink three kind of bikers walked in

Kind of because you could tell they were really doctors or  lawyer or something

Clothes were too clean

But they dressed the part

Blue jeans and black leather chaps

Big thick leather belts 

Tee shirts and black leather vests

Bandanas 

Molly saw Mick talking to the big one, the best looking one

She thought she saw some money change hands

Then he walked right over to Molly and took her by the hand and stood her up bare naked!

Young lady your husband tells me you are a little trollop who needs a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking 

I do not Molly protested!

But your are a trollop?

No answer......

He ignored her and pulled her over to the nearest cabana and pulled her over his lap

Hard legs under the jeans and chaps

He still had black leather gloves on and pulled her cheeks wide open

Exposing her pretty little bottom hole and labia

He reached down with his left hand and pried her labia open with two fingers

He then roughly pushed a leather clad finger right up her vagina

He pulled it out and smelled it

Then he turned to the crowd and said  

She is soaking wet!

Now Molly      and Diane if you are reading

I will continue if you want me to

BUT

I will need a comment telling me why:)

Looking forward to sensing Molly's reaction to this, WC.  It's been a while since I gave her a good "switch day" cropping.  Maybe she is due!