In Training

Mistress and slave are "in training". And I'm not talking about Mistress's new lover imposing some sort of long distance discipline on our sexual habits. At least not so far.

No, our training has to do with a long trek and climb we have scheduled for September, guided by that legendary "Mountain Man" that Mistress has had a bit of a crush on for several years.  To prepare, we've had to spend more time hiking and cycling, extending our endurance and strength. The altitude here at our SW hideaway and the nearby mountains also are helpful for our preparation. So we've been getting in a long hike or bike ride everyday here since our arrival.  The relentless sunshine and dry air have been very cooperative.

Sunday we hiked down into the Rio Grande gorge, testing our feet and cardio conditioning for about 4 hours. Yesterday it was a long ride with some bracing hill climbing tossed in.

Of course, it's not all physical rigger of the outdoorsy sort.  Mistress's "lady bits"  seem to have finally recovered from their "abuse" by her large cocked lover, and slave was permitted a "two-a-day" yesterday, with our second coupling occurring after our late afternoon siesta.

And we've squeezed in some work time as well.  Mistress spent yesterday morning on the phone with clients, and she showed me a text exchange with JJ on the subject.

JJ: "What have you been up to today?"

M: "Too much time on conference calls. Boring."


JJ: "What a shame.  You should have been riding my cock to make it more interesting...."

M. "That might be a little distracting."

But it's not been all work, sex  and exercise for Mistress.  She's been able to squeeze in some sunning as well. Which always tempts her slave to snap a photo or two.  I sent this one to JJ yesterday, with Mistress's permission of course. (Note how Mistress's well manicured hand is artfully placed to mask her clean shaven folds. Sometimes less is more, right?)

Slave: "Hard Day at the Office."

JJ: I see that! Very sexy! Getting her beautiful pussy all tan for me."

Slave: "Exactly. Eliminating tan lines."

By the time Mistress sees him again, all those lines should be erased.

The Big Tease....

Mistress and slave made it to our SW Hideaway by Friday evening, just in time to enjoy a glorious sunset and a very dramatic full moon lighting up our high desert vista.  We have two weeks of solitude before Mistress jets back to the heartland to join the Dowager Domme and our youngest Domme in Training for what has become an annual exotic trip.  Slave will stay here and hold down the fort and defend it from roving bands of prairie dogs.

(Don't worry Diane, we did pack the cage!)

But with a new dominant lover in her life, Mistress (and her slave) have to find ways to keep the embers warm despite her long absence.  Mistress has been trading the occasional text message with JJ over the last few days, and slave has given an assist or two. Like on the drive west, when I took a photo of Mistress's legs as she spelled me behind the wheel.  It seemed to amuse JJ, but it wasn't quite good enough.  His response:

JJ: "Very Nice, but she should hike that dress up for her bull!"

Mick: "She says it's about as high as she can and still drive."

JJ: "So looking forward to more fucking and sucking with your wife."

On day two of our drive, slave sneaked a more revealing shot as I drove and Mistress napped (don't try that one at home readers). On a break from behind the wheel, I texted it to JJ:



JJ: "Hot damn.  Love them....."

Yesterday, after a trip to the farmer's market  to restock the larder, Mistress lazed in the sun on our patio in  typical au naturale fashion.  At some point she asked her slave:

"You didn't send him a picture of me naked, did you slave?"

"Not without your permission, Mistress."

There are certain rules, after all.

"Well he just sent me a text and asked if I was sunning myself."

"He's got you figured out already, Mistress.  Why not roll over onto your tummy and I can satisfy his curiosity....."

Her sense of decorum was suspended ever so briefly and she rolled over, exposing her temporary tan lines to my lens.

"I get to approve, slave....."

"Of course, Mistress....."

I snapped a photo or two, making sure my shadow did not obscure her delightful curves and smooth, bronzing  skin.  Then I showed her a photo.

"That one's OK, slave......"

So off it went to her "Bull".

Mick: "Mistress authorized me to send this photo."

It wasn't long before he responded:

JJ: "Absolutely delicious. Definitely cannot wait to get my hands on those curves again.

Mick: "I am lucky to be cage free out here with her."

JJ: "Yes you are.... enjoy while you can."

Mistress's brazen display apparently encouraged JJ to reciprocate. Later in the afternoon she mentioned how.

"He sent me a cock shot, slave."

Well that peaked my curiosity.

"Can I see, Mistress."

She indulged, handing me her phone, I saw the rather dramatic image of a large, rigid male organ and the teasing back and forth between them over the photo.  Mistress asked if it was some file photo he skimmed off google images.  He responded with faux indignation:

"What, don't you recognize it?"

"It was pretty dark....."

"Well next time we keep the lights on...."

The gist was that Mistress was looking forward to that "next time".

Sounds as if they might be able to get together again when Mistress makes her 24 hour stop in River City before that journey with her mother.  Hopefully she will have time to give me a brief update to share with our curious readers.

Kinky Kansas

Mistress and slave are driving west to our SW hideaway. We crossed Indiana, Ill and MO yesterday, coming to ground at about the halfway point in Abilene, KS.  That's the home of Dwight Eisenhower, who is doing back flips in his grave, on the grounds of the Presidential library here in Abilene, over the shenanigans of the current POTUS.

After checking into our rather rustic but very cheap local motel, we headed into town to find a place for dinner.  Just look for the grain elevator if you're looking for "downtown" in these parts.  But as we were rubbernecking through the town's historic district, I caught the dreaded sign of a flashing red light in my rear view mirror.

Busted.

The officer took his time to amble up to my car, with the "alien" license plates. After asking for my driver's license and registration, he informed me that I had been clocked going 31 in a 20 mph zone.

"Really?  I thought I saw a 30 mph sign...."

"A lot of people get confused because there's a sign back there reducing the limit to 20 mph in the downtown...."

Oops.  He asked what we were doing in "these parts". And I explained our mission and that we were looking for a place to eat.

After running my license to confirm I was not a terrorist on the lam, he showed us some Kansas nice mercy, giving us only a warning.  Then he upped the courtesy.

"If you're looking for somewhere to eat, The best place is the "Farmhouse" out  west of town.  It's where all of us in the Department go for lunch."

I asked for directions, but he said "just follow me." We both took u turns on the wide downtown avenue, and he led us out of town, and right up the drive of this funky old restaurant. The officer said Dwight and Mamie dined there when they visited town (back in the day).

It turned out we were late diners - the only guests there at 7:30 pm.  Our very courteous waitress pointed out the chairs autographed by Dwight and Mamie, and served us some tasty chicken fried chicken with mashed potatoes. (I didn't question the redundancy -- isn't "chicken fried chicken" the same as "fried chicken"?)

But the odd thing I did have to ask about was all the paddles hanging from the wall.

"It's a tradition. If you eat here on your birthday, you get a discount and a paddling."

She  explained that even  Ike got paddled when he stopped by, by the original owner, "Aunt Lena". Ike must have had a very tolerant Secret Service detail!

As we checked out, Mistress noted the paddle on the counter, with several autographs.  Our waitress(the only waitress), a 20 something country girl with a pleasing smile, explained that when a guest gets paddled he/she signs the paddle. She pointed out several buckets stuffed with paddles covered with autographs.

So it seems there are a surprising number of Kansans who indulge in public displays of corporal punishment.

"Now that Lena's not around, who does the paddling?"

She gave me a little quirky smile.

"Your waitress, of course."

As I paid our very reasonable tab, I mentioned that Mistress's birthday is coming up in a few weeks.
"I won't ask for the discount, but maybe you could give my wife her birthday paddling?"

She seemed willing, but Mistress gave me that "are you crazy, slave" look.

Ah well, it would have made a good story, particularly if Mistress was required to pull up her dress and pull down her panties.

Cuckold Conversation

Mistress and slave are driving west, heading to our SW hideaway. It's allowing us to listen to the Comey testimony, while reflecting a little on Mistress's recent adventures, particularly her new lover. Amidst the bloviating Senators self-agrandizing rambling questions and the former FBI Director's Duddly-Do-Righting, Mistress had a few questions of her own which might have been entertaining to the vast audience listening into the the Senate Intelligence Committee:

Mistress: "So was that really the biggest cock you've ever seen, slave?"

Slave: "Well, yes.  But keep in mind, I don't have that much experience.... I see the occasional cock in a locker room, or in a men's room.  But I don't think I've seen any erect.  And certainly not that big, Mistress."

Mistress: "I suppose that makes sense."

Slave: "What about you. Is that the biggest you've had. Even bigger than (DW - a guy Mistress was involved with before me, with a lengendary large cock) ?

Mistress: "Hmmmm..... definitely thicker."

Slave: Do you think it's bigger than the WC's cock?


Mistress:  "I guess, we'll never know, slave....he never really shared it with me."

Slave:  "Yep.  I suppose we'll never know."