Who's In Charge?

After our early morning sexual rituals on Thursday, Mistress and slave spent the day on our foot, hiking for the 2nd time this summer to the top of New Mexico.  We are in about as good a cardio and endurance shape as we have been in some years, preparing for our leave of absence in early September for a journey to the roof of Africa. As you can see, Mistress's legs are particularly fit and fetching as a result of all this hiking and cycling. Unfortunately, the trail was a little too crowded yesterday for any on mountain oral attention to those fit and fabulous clean shaven folds.

After we got back from the mountain (and showered off all the distilled and crud), we had a long conversation with the WC.  It is getting to sound like he and B really will be coming down to see us on Monday.  We even did a little meal planning, and had a candid conversation about what really might happen when they arrive.

Poor B is the one person who has been out of the loop when it comes to the adventures of Molly, Mick and our Western Correspondent over the years. What will really happen when they show up at our door here at the UCTMW HDH?  We made it clear that it's all up to B. Maybe we just have some pleasant dinners and vanilla tourism activities during their visit. Or maybe more.... it's her call.

The WC must have passed that onto B last night, because when I woke up this morning there was a text message from him on my phone.

"Mick- I told B that you said she would be in charge, She wants you caged when we get there. :)."

My response....

"It shall be done."

Of course, was that smiley face a sign that Mike was only pulling our legs.  Or does B really want me in the cage?  I guess I'd better play it safe and make sure I have the cage on.

Homework Assignment Graded as "Incomplete"

If it's Sunday at the UCTMW HDH (High Desert Hideaway) it's not MTP (Meet the Press).  It's Switch Day!

Slave has been a little too submissive recently when it comes to exercising my switch day privileges. But a "homework assignment" from the WC provided a little inspiration.  He wanted a semi-suspension - Mistress's legs up in the air, exposed for who knows what. ( I certainly had my own ideas).  But the concept was better than the execution.

On Saturday I installed some hooks in our viga beamed ceiling to implement my plan.  There was already some rope on hand in a dresser drawer.  On Sunday morning, Mistress was co-operative. I tied her arms spread to the corners of the bed. Then  I got her left leg up in the desired position.

Looks hot doesn't it?

But the problem was with the right leg.  Mistress broke that ankle more than 20 years ago. It still can get stiff and ouchy for her.  When I got her right leg up into the desired position, it became clear that her ankle had no plan to co-operate. And with all our upcoming hiking, slave decided a little kinky display was hardly worth the risk of permanent damage. I am prepared to pay the price for my "incomplete" homework assignment.

But slave wasn't giving up all together.  Mistress's leg was lowered, but then both were secured to the corners of the bed. A classic spread eagle.

I toyed with my bound prize for a while. Kissing. stroking. Teasing. Taunting. At some point her favorite power tool was deployed to take her close to the edge.  She begged her slave nicely. And of course I buckled, allowing her a cum that had her straining and bucking against her bonds.

After she caught her breath, slave took full advantage of his opportunity.

Later I texted our WC the photo above, and explained why I failed to complete his assignment. He seemed magnanimous about our failure to fulfill his vision. But in response he texted us a few pictures of his own.



Apparently he and B have a collection of toys at their disposal.  Will they be bringing some with them? It got me wondering if there would be some "consequences" for slave's failure to complete that homework assignment.

And now I just remembered something: I was supposed to paddle Mistress for her failure to respond to the WC's texts earlier this week.  Oops!  I guess I need to wait until our next Switch Day!

That would be the day before the WC and B are planning to visit us.  Mistress may have a sore bottom when (and if) they show up.

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.