Company Coming?

Mistress and slave had a lazy Saturday: wake up sex - complete with some robust cockriding by Mistress -, a trip to the local farmer's market where our shopping bag was filled with fresh peaches and tomatoes, and some local honey and pesto, a bike ride, then some lolling around the house before our traditional late afternoon siesta.

Low key, with a pre-dinner appetizer of post-nap worship.

But on the back burner, turning up the heat a tad, was a series of texts that Mistress had with Mike, our Western Correspondent.

If you read us hear over the years, you will recall that Mike and Mistress had a rather torrid cyber and phone sex thing going on for quite some time. We hoped that someday it might tip into an occasional face to face, And there have been talks over the years that Mike might "drop in" for a visit down here, with or without his wife Beth.  We even had lunch once with Mike, up in the Mile High City. But alas...it never came to pass. Ultimately, the phone sex cooled as Mistress found some "face to face" lovers back in River City to spend time with.

But now Mike is threatening to actually come visit again, with Beth in tow.  He has postulated the concept of the two of them "topping", Mistress and slave. Hypothetically, we are game. But how would this work?  It was something we considered yesterday, as Mike texted more specific plans for their visits.

"He says they will arrive next Monday, slave.... and stay for a couple of nights."

"Wow. Maybe it will actually happen....."

"I told him you would text him directions....."

"No problem, Mistress....."

"And he says that Beth likes to have her feet rubbed....."

"Hmmmm...... well certainly I can accommodate that request."

"Should I be wearing my cock cage when they visit, Mistress?"

"I'm not sure slave, I guess we'll have to see what they think about that...."

Of course, how all this will go down (if it goes down) remains to be seen.

Will this just be dinners and sightseeing with Mike and Beth? Or will it escalate?

Will the WC / Molly chemistry still be there?

Will she finally get to inspect and experience the WC's special occasion cock?

What will Molly think about making her slave available to serve another woman?

Who gets the key?

So many questions.  Maybe our readers should weigh in if they have any ideas.

Of course, the tentative schedule could get cancelled once again. No doubt something unexpected could arise. Nuclear war with Korea? A kid emergency? A unanticipated court date? Or maybe a tee time opens up at one of Mike's favorite golf courses.  We remain skeptical until they pull in the driveway. But more than willing to be proven wrong.

In the meantime, Mike gave me a "homework" assignment. And it is switch day.  Stop back  here tomorrow for a full report.

Trail Side Service

Mistress and slave were back on the trail again yesterday, tackling a steep but beautiful trail up to a local peek that topped out at 12,100 ft.  Another 10 miles on our legs and feet had us a little tender and stiff by the end of the day.

But because the trail was off the beaten path, it gave us plenty of privacy. On the way down we took a rest on a fallen tree,  and Mistress must have had an itch that needed to be scratched. After all, it had been nearly 7 hours since wake up sex back at our hideaway.

"This would be a good place for some worship, slave....."

Naturally, her wish was my command.  She slid down her hiking shorts and yellow undies. slave fell to his knees on the soft forest moss and detritus. Lips earnestly were applied to clean shaven folds. It took nor more than a minute or two to deliver the desired results.

"Good job, slave....."

Mission accomplished.

Homework Assignment?

Mistress and slave are "in training". In a few weeks we head to Africa for a trek to it's roof. So we've been putting in some more time on our feet and on our bikes this summer to get our bodies ready for what could be the biggest physical challenge of our lives.  On Monday, we were up early and out onto the mountains for what turned into about a 10 mile hike up to about 12,000 ft.  At the end of the day, our legs and feet were tender, but not as sore as they might have been last summer. So I guess that's progress.  It certainly didn't put a cramp in our daily sexual rituals, including wake-up sex and late afternoon worship.

In the meantime, our WC continues to discuss the possibility of a visit here, his wife in tow, by the end of the month.  The talk of them "topping" us both does sound intriguing. But Mistress remains open but skeptical.

"We've heard this before, slave......"

True.

The WC has had an open invitation going back to the days when he and Mistress had a rather intimate relationship, if limited to phone sex.  But he never took her up on those offers. Have things really changed?  We will see.

To stoke the fire (or the fantasy), the WC even sent us a "homework assignment", via text message to me on Monday:

"I have an assignment for you.  See if you can figure a way to tie Molly up with her legs spread wide open and up in the air. Think gynecologist examination position.  you might need more supplies. If successful text a picture. Naked of course."

Mistress raised her eyebrows at the assignment.  Whether it was curiosity or more skepticism I couldn't tell. But she clearly wasn't volunteering.  But we do have that oft unused "switch day" privilege in our contract, don't we.

I will consider the logistics and see what I can come up with on Sunday, WC.  I do like a challenge.

On The 7th Day, Mistress Rested....

Mistress and slave had a long travel day Saturday, complicated by the typical airline snafus that sent us to Detroit, then SLC before settling us down here our SW hideaway. Mistress crashed as soon as we arrived, still a little worn from her Thursday night cock-palooza with JJ her Alpha lover .

Sunday was set aside for just about nothing. Of course there was some wake up sex, with Mistress enjoying a reunion with the Hitachi parked in our dresser drawer here, along with her slave's less demanding cock.  After a bike ride, it was breakfast and them leisure on the patio.

"I think I'm still tender down there, slave and still catching up on lost sleep."

Soon she had parked her kindle and was rolling over for some supplemental Z's.  It was multi-tasking, as she was also working on those re-emerged tan lines.  Here lush curves were too tempting for me. I snapped this photo, and then texted it to her dominant lover:



slave: Still recovering,

JJ: Mmmm.  tasty!  Any local cock to keep stretching my slut?

slave: Not yet. She may have to settle for me for the time being.

Of course, I haven't let the cat out of the bag to JJ re: the suggestion that our Western Correspondent and his wife might "stop by" for some double domme-ing. But that might serve JJ's interest of keeping Mistress in better and more expansive shape for their next get together. He'll be the first to know of the WC's speculation about a trip south comes true.

The rest of the day went just as restfully for poor, tuckered out Mistress.  More sunning. Then a late afternoon nap as the "monsoon" clouds gathered for a sunset storm.  As a chicken roasted in the over we assembled on our front patio, watching the lightning flash from the distant mountains to the west, across the Rio Grande gorge.  It was then that Mistress gave her slave a slight, but well deserved  rebuke.

"You didn't offer to worship, slave....."

"Oops. I guess I got too busy after our nap, Mistress." (Someone had to put that chicken in the oven!)

But I was prepare to remedy my negligence.

"How about right here, Mistress."

She was already stretched out on the love seat on our front porch, in a colorful blue sun dress that barely covered her clean shaven folds. No undies, of course. What's the point of undies on a lazy Sunday?

"Here, slave?"

True, there was an occasional car driving by.  But with a fence and our distance from the highway, what were the odds that anyone would notice a little pre-sunset oral pleasuring?

Mistress hiked up her robe a tad, spread her legs, and slave got to work.  It wasn't long before Mistress's hips bucked and she uttered a little moan of delight in response to my practiced ministrations.

"Good job, slave."

It's always nice to get a pat on the back for a job well done.