Tease and (Semi)Denial

Mistress and slave woke up yesterday morning under the WC's "orgasm embargo". And when I awoke there was even some additional instructions from Mike via text message:

"Make sure you tease her for a long time this morning."

Always a cooperative soul, I did my best to taunt and tease Mistress with my fingers, lips and tongue as she read the blog, always making sure to ease off if it seems she was getting close to her edge.

"That's mean, slave......"

"Only following orders, Mistress....."

But when I acted as if I was done with the teasing and was moving onto another task she surprised me.

"Aren't you going to fuck me, slave....."

"But what about the embargo, Mistress.....?"

"If you're careful I won't cum, slave.....it just doesn't seem fair that you have to be embargoed to."

True, the WC's embargo edict did not mention me. And who was I to turn down to  generous offer. If anything, some good,  but gentile,  fucking would only enhance my mission of tease and denial.

So it was done.

As the day progressed from breakfast, to bike ride, to a marginal eclipse, to a mission to the grocery for some dinner supplies, the tension built.  Were the WC and B actually coming?  So it seemed.  And Mistress was getting a little nervous.

"How do you think this will go, slave?

"Who knows, Mistress...."

As it turned out, things are going well.  Clearly B was a little nervous too, though the two ladies of the manors seemed to have hit it off immediately as we chatted on our porch over beverages.

Slave cooked up some salmon and other fixings and we enjoyed one another company, sharing stories of past exploits.  Mistress even handicapped her various lovers and their prospects for the future.

As dinner concluded, B excused herself for what she described as a brief lay down after a long work and travel day.

As it turned out she was done for the night.

But Mistress and the WC were hardly done.

We retreated to the living room area, where Mistress sat on a couch next to Mike. His hands had trouble keeping to themselves, and were soon wandering up Mistress's firm and tan thighs. (I think she was glad she wore that black thigh draping short dress.

"So you wore panties for me, Molly?"

He couldn't hep but expose. And Mistress seemed to enjoy the attention.

Not long after that, Slave volunteered to go to bed. But after some negotiation, Mistress and Mike took our bedroom, and slave remained in the living room.  Soon there were sounds of delight, and Mistress's moans emanating through thin walls.

At some point they came up for air, and rejoined me in the living room. Mike checked on B.  Mistress updated me on their progress.

"We were just fooling around slave..... no actual sex yet."

While Mistress had sampled the "special occasion cock", and had enjoyed several cums by way of Mike's clever fingers, they were deferring any actual copulation until it was clear that B gave the green light.

At that point I really did go to bed, leaving the two long lost lovebirds on the couch in the living room. Before Mistress joined me in bed, there was another round of hanky panky.  After some chit chat (that I could hear through the wall) went silent, it was replaced by more rustling and moaning from Mistress out on the couch.

When she finally slipped into bed next to me, I got a brief update.

"Mike says to tell you I came another five times, slave....."

Poor Mistress.

Let's see how things develop today.

Mistress On Simmer

If you read our comment section here yesterday, you saw that our WC has imposed a temporary orgasm embargo on the UCTMW household, in anticipation of his arrival with his wife B later this evening.

Fortunately, the news did not arrive here in the remote shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains until mid-morning, long after Mistress and slave had indulged in our Sunday morning sexual rituals. That means Mistress had a couple of final cums before the embargo took effect.  She seemed pleased that slave deployed her favorite power tool, and even asked my permission to cum.  And slave enjoyed the chance to take his pleasure after the power tool was thumbed off.

Mistress took the news of Mike's edict with a certain resigned indignation. At least at first. After a pre-breakfast bike ride, and some languishing on our patio, we took a nap together, but avoided the typical post-nap worship.  Then, before dinner we spent some time on our patio, enjoying the cool damp breeze on an unusually rainy day here in the high desert.

That's when Mistress sounded out in a bit of rebellious fit of pique.

"Mike would never know if we cheat, slave....and had just one before he gets here."

"But Mistress, that would be wrong!"

She looked at me with a certain disgust.

"If you're not co-operating, maybe I'll have to take things into my own hands then....."

But did she?  There was a bit of time yesterday when I was showering and Mistress was resting in bed in her robe, before we went out for dinner.

Only Mistress knows for sure.

Mike, maybe you will have to interrogate her later today to get to the bottom of it. Until then I will do my best to make sure your embargo holds, at least until this evening.

Twi-Night Double Header

Back when I was just a wee slave wannabe, River City's local baseball team often had winning records. They were Big and Machine like as they piled up victories, not like the pathetic teams of the last 20 years or so. Often, as a treat to fans (or maybe to make up for a rain cancellation) the team would play a "double header", with one ticket buying a frugal fan 18 innings or more of major league action.  Action would begin win the afternoon, and end sometime in the late evening.

Of course, those days are long gone. Owners aren't giving away a game that when they can charge their fans an inflated ticket price. And, frankly, with the games growing in length and tedium in recent years, who could actually sit through two games, back-to-back?

But here at the UCTMW HDH yesterday, Mistress and slave rolled back the clock and staged our own twi-night double header. First, there was our traditional wake up sex.  That was spiced a bit by an introductory phone call from the WC.  He texted me early yesterday morning, asking to talk to Mistress "before you have sex....." Hmmm, I thought to myself. Is the WC going to play one of those cards from yesteryear?  Back in the day when he and Mistress has regular phone sex appointments, he would sometimes impose an orgasm embargo on her, ordering her to refrain from any intervening cums so she would be primed and ready for him.  Fortunately, those embargoes never applied to slave!

But it turned out that the WC just wanted to confirm that if things turned torrid when he and B are visiting, she remained game. It was the proper and polite thing to do, and Mistress indicated that she remained "willing", despite the passage of time. Of course, we both also indicated that it was up to B, the person least familiar with this odd dynamic to make the call.  Maybe things will develop in  a kinky direction. Maybe we will just have some vanilla grown up fun over dinners and beverages, with some sight seeing tossed in.  Who knows?

After that call, Mistress and slave exercised their normal sexual yearnings, with some conventional but always hot sex, before heading out on our obligatory Saturday morning errands.  We stocked the larder at the Farmer's Market with all sorts of fresh goodies for the week ahead.

At home, there was a bike ride, and some work for both of us out on our patio before we adjourned to bed for a late afternoon nap.  But when we woke, Mistress was in a feisty mood.

"Fetch my supplies, slave....."

I took that to mean her strap on and its attachment, along with lube.  It had been a while, but slave was ready to take his medicine. I obediently assembled her equipment and placed them on the bed for her.

"What about the riding crop, slave?"

Oops.

I found that protruding from a cowboy boot in our closet, a little dusty but ready for her use.

At her direction, I assumed the desired position.

She laced into me, not too hard, but with sufficient authority to remind me of my place.

"This is because you have us scheduled to be in River City for too long this fall, slave......"

True. It won't be a while until we return. It's not anything to be pleased about, and I probably deserved to take the fall. Both of us are happier out here at our HDH, than amidst the sharper elbows and more demanding family members back in River City.

But my chastisement did not last long. Soon Mistress was mounting her slave, my ass reddened and awaiting her assault. She found her target and was soon reaching a crescendo that had her slave panting and Mistress cumming in a long dramatic moan of delight. Then she collapsed onto me, catching her breath after her successful assault on her slave.

When she recovered, she climbed off me, leaving her harness on the floor for her slave to clean and put away until the next time.  Back in bed, She rolled over onto her back.

"You may fuck me now, slave.... if you're up to it."

Rest assured, her slave was more than up to it. Did that count as extra innings?

It was a very dramatic conclusion to a prolonged day at our little high desert ball yard.

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.