The Dowager Domme Goes Full "Dragon Lady".

Mistress and slave have had a few days now to recover from the big wedding that Mistress had perfectly planned and executed for our daughter and her new husband.

Of course, the weekend was a forced march through a Friday brunch, rehearsal, rehearsal dinner hosted by Mistress's mother -- the Dowager Domme; then a long Saturday of preparing the room (an old retired Catholic Church) organizing photographs, and, finally a very big long night.  It wasn't until past midnight that the two of us finally made it home, exhausted but satisfied that, despite all odds, things had gone off without a hitch.

Excellent planning, Mistress!

But there was still a Sunday of visiting with family before they left town, and a dinner with our two daughters, the new son-in-law and some friends from our Florida days. By Monday morning we were running on fumes.

"I  should use the crop on you today, slave.....but I'm too tired."  There had been a cropping hiatus with our two daughters in the house since Wednesday, because the sounds might be a tad disturbing to the two Dommes in training.

Fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective) Mistress recovered her energy level by Tuesday, and reminded my bottom of what it had been missing.

The only amusing note from the weekend was the Dowager Domme's choice of a wedding outfit.  Of course, one might have expected the grandma of the bride to wear something elegant but unobtrusive so as not to eclipse either the bride or her daughter, the "MOB".

But that would not be in character for the Dowager Domme, would it.

Instead she showed up in a rather severe looking black dress accented with large red flowers. (a bit like the one on the left, but with a shorter hemline and a broader collar).

I decided to address the elephant in the room.

"So J, that's quite a dress. Where did you get that?"

"Thanks, Mick. It's Vietnamese...."

"Ahhhh..... the Madame Nhu look."

She just smiled to my reference to someone those of us who recall the Vietnam War would remember.

Madame Nhu: the so called "Dragon Lady",  who was part of the ruling family of South Vietnam who
LBJ and Nixon propped up at the cost of thousands of young American lives.  Didn't she have her own torture chamber, where political dissidents met a cruel fate?

Of course, Mistress was a little annoyed at her mother's attempt to "upstage" her daughter and granddaughter at the big wedding.

 But then what would one expect of a true "Dowager Domme".   In fact, maybe we should start referring to her as the "Dragon Lady" from now on.   I just don't want to end up in her cross-hairs.

And "Insolent" too.....

Mistress corrected her slave yesterday morning about my post.

"You forgot "insolent" slave.  I have heard that tone in your voice the last few days."

This came as we engaged in an unexpected "dance" in bed yesterday morning.  I was using my tongue and lips to entertain Mistress's delectable clean shaven folds.  She was using her palm to spank my ass.

It was not quite as painful as the crop she'd applied over the weekend, but distracting from my prime mission....delivering a pre-intercourse orgasm.  Of course, ultimately, I got the job done and Mistress rewarded her insolent slave with an opportunity for some full on and a little noisy wake-up sex.

"We're going to have to be more quiet over the next few days, slave....."

"True.  But only until Monday....."

Mistress was referring to the arrival of our daughters and a fiancé for this weekend's wedding. Chaos is descending on the Collins household for an eventful weekend here. That means our sex life will have to go into stealth mode until the nest is empty again.

The upside is that Mistress will have to spare the rod.

"You make too much noise with all that whining when you get cropped slave....."

"I think they'd hear the crop hitting my ass even if I didn't vocalize Mistress....."

Later yesterday morning I got a text at work.

"Insolent: showing a rude and arrogant lack of respect. Synonym: impudent."

I better be careful with my tone this weekend, or there will be a reckoning that my ass may not appreciate come Monday evening.

Petulant? Impudent? Or Both?

The first order of business here today is to display Mistress's new "foundational" garment.  Last week we showed off some whispy thing she had purchased as an intimate layer beneath her elegant "mother of the bride" dress. She (and her slave) were so pleased with it that she decided to acquire another one in black -- a more traditional color scheme for Mistress.  She wore it Saturday night to dinner at the Dowager Domme's house, and gave me a chance to photograph her in it Sunday morning before it was doffed for wake up sex.

Isn't it fetching?

Now, back to today's real subject.

Over the weekend slave was accused of "back sliding".

"You've not been as attentive these last few days, slave!"

"There's too much petulance in this house".

"I don't like that impudent tone, slave!"

You get the picture.

Of courses, Mistress is always right. I probably have been a little distracted with some work drama this last week. And maybe that compromised my focus on atoning for my past offenses and keeping Mistress as my primary focus.  That's not a good place to be with our kids reinfesting the nest starting tonight, and a big wedding over the weekend.

But these well grounded accusations did get us discussing a matter that required the consultation of a dictionary.

Was I really "petulant"?  Or was it more "impudence" that Mistress was calling to my attention?

According to one dictionary I found, "petulant" denotes someone who is "childishly sulky or bad tempered" as in "he was moody and petulant / a petulant shake of the head."

On the other hand, "impudent" means "not showing due respect for another person", as in "she could have strangled this impudent upstart."

Fortunately, Mistress has not (yet) resorted to strangling.  But my ass has certainly received some more corrective action in recent days than it had grown used to.  I am refocused on doing the little things that can help me shed any trace of either petulance or impudence.

Wish me (and my ass) well!

Our Western Correspondent Takes to the Links

Mistress and slave have been enjoying a laid back weekend here in River City, getting ready for a big family wedding and related events in the coming weeks. While there hasn't been any recent cuckolding here in recent weeks, there has been plenty of worship, conventional sex, and cropping to remind slave of his "place" and the error of his ways.  

But today's blog features some hard core reporting from our Western Correspondent, who seems to be spending a lot of time chasing a little white ball these days:

Well I think I should lighten things up around here (social commentary to follow:) .

I usually play golf at two courses in the Denver metro area because I buy seasons passes at those two courses

It's like skiing.... a lift ticket at Vail is about $160.00 per day...........a season pass (if purchased in Denver) is about $600.00

So it is interesting to note the difference between the two courses

One course is in the southern suburbs of Denver

Mostly white, mostly older, most good guys and gals, most pretty good golfers (think blue and black no moguls), most nice people

The other course is an historic Denver course     (They are both public courses by the way)

The demographic is quite different

In Denver I usually play with a bunch of younger kids ....

Some are ex high school or college players  (very good players) think 300 yard drives right down the middle

Some suck..........

But have a lot of fun playing!!!!!!!!!!!!

Think snowboarders

Never seen anybody smoking a blunt at the suburban course

But Sunday I was playing with three young kids (two guys and a gal) and she was an ex-olympic mogul skier

Its true............I happen to know her name ............(and btw .........she could hit it really  hard for a lady)

On the biggest stage in the world she did a corked 360's in the middle of a black diamond mogul run!!!!!!

I was very fucking impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    

I ski raced for years with chick skiers............  they are a tough breed!

She was my hero for the day!!!!!!

All three were good golfers

So..............we walk up to the 9th tee and there are two groups waiting to hit

Both groups were sharing some joints

So ............  our group walks up and they kindly offer us a hit or two

Now ...........here is the funny thing about Colorado today........

Every single person asked what is it?

Sativa? Indica? Hybrid? Flower? Kief? Oil? Shake? 

Most declined not because they didn't want a hit...............but because it was not their brand!!!!!!

I understand.......  (I will never drink a Bud or vote for a republican)

But the times they are a changing

And we can learn a lot from these kids..............

Keep it real my friends

WC

Thanks, WC.  I'm sure these youngsters were happy to have a grizzled old veteran on hand to show them how it's done. Hope that lady boarder didn't get so distracting that it threw you off your game! And thanks for the photos!