Crowd Sourcing Our Sex Lives

That was an interesting experiment.

On Friday I asked for input on how Mistress and slave should handle the visit scheduled with K early on Thursday morning.

The results were pretty clear cut.

There were six comments who voting for a scenario where slave fluffs Mistress in advance of her date, but has to wear his cock cage rather than enjoy my typical wake up sex privileges.

The only "contrarian" voice was Diane (the only Domme commenting by the way) who suggested that whatever happens should be Mistress's choice.

I reported this all to Mistress yesterday afternoon, before applying my lips and tongue for some late afternoon worship.

"Well then that's the way we'll go, slave.... you in the cage when K arrives...."

She seemed pleased with the plan, knowing, apparently, that K will have more than enough in store for her without an assist from her "work-a-day" cock on Thursday morning.  And I'm hoping I will get a "taste" when I get home from work myself.

In the meantime, we may have a crowded house. My niece call yesterday announcing that she is coming to town to visit with her relatively newborn son (about 5 months old).

"Uncle Mick, do you mind if I stay at your house"", she asked on one of those voices that is hard to say "no" to.

So much for our first full week of empty nesting.

Luckily, it's only for two nights, but it does mean hosting one of those big family dinners Monday night.

As Michael said in the Godfather:  "Just when you think you're done, they keep pulling you back in...."

Mistress was pleased about one thing.

"At least she'll be gone by Thursday morning, slave."

"I suppose it might be a little uncomfortable to introduce my cute niece to the guy dropping by to pay his "respects" to Mistress at 7:45 on a Thursday morning.

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Looking for Ideas

Sadly, Mistress and slave are back to their midwestern drudgery, trading gloom and chill and nose to the grindstone for sun and slopes. Be assured that we've been able to enjoy some maintenance sex, despite the annoyance of being "back at it" and away from our SW hideaway. I've made sure that Mistress has had at least a couple of cums a day since our return.

Having our empty nest back is certainly a bonus, though there is a certain wistful regret that this is "for good". Mistress seems to be feeling the separation anxiety that comes with the realization that her little girls have really "flown the coop."

Of course, that empty nest does provide some opportunities for "mischief".  Over the last few days Mistress has been sexting with her back-up side-dish K.  He has this fantasy of arriving here some work day morning as slave goes off to work, to enjoy the bounty of Mistress's lush and oh so desirable body.  And they've agreed that next Thursday morning will be the moment when K's fantasy turns to reality.

But we've not figured out exactly how this will work.

Should slave and Mistress have sex first, meaning that K gets "sloppy seconds"?

Or should slave simply "fluff" Mistress, making her particularly horny when K arrives, and allowing him to push her over the edge a time or two?

And should cage be in or out of his cock cage when K arrives?

We have a few days to figure this out. Any thoughts, dear readers?

High Up Holiday

Mistress and slave have been enjoying some lovely sunshine and abnormally toasty weather this week at our little hideaway.  Over the last year the local ski area installed a lift to the peak that used to require a 90 minute hike by flatlanders like us, giving us much easier access to the high altitude wonderland where views go on forever and the big horn sheep loll about, looking at the goofy humans and their funny "legs".

But of course, you can only ski about 4 hours in any given day (if you want to preserve your legs) leaving lots of time on Sunday morning for lying about and engaging in some unruly sex after e-perusing the papers.  I deployed Mistress's favorite power tool (we have one tucked away here) and she had a remarkably quick and enthusiastic cum in what seems seconds after it made contact with her clean shaven folds.  Some robust cock riding ensued, giving Mistress several marks on the "cum count" if there was one.

And after we put in our requisite hours on the slope, there was still plenty of time left for an afternoon laze in the warm sun, a nap, and even some pre-dinner worship before heading to some friends' home for dinner.

Sadly, it's a "work day" today, meaning we have to monitor our in boxes, even from the slopes.  Then tomorrow we head back to the gloom of the heartland.  At least our solar batteries will be fully charged.

Deferred V-Day Dinner

Mistress and slave got rolling a little later yesterday due to some work obligations.  But we definitely made up for some lost time: who needs to stick to a schedule if that gets in the way of your morning wake-up sex.

It actually occurred a couple of hours after waking up here, and dealing with annoying clients vis conference call. But when things got going, Mistress was in a feisty mood, enjoying some bonus cums when she rode her slave's work-a-day cock.

We finally made it up the mountain by 10 am, but that still gave us time for plenty of skiing, a nap at home and then some later afternoon "two-a-day" action back in our bed.

Out only scheduled evening event was a deferred Valentine's Day dinner at a muy romantico restaurant down the road a bit, set in a tiny road side chapel built in the late 19th Century.  Mistress decided to get all "gussied up" for our night out, so broke out some sexy black tights and a mid-thigh black dress to go with it, that caught more than Slave's eye at dinner.  (Although I probably should offer to polish Mistress's boots!)

Our fellow blogger Terri, over at "A Married Sissy" would have enjoyed one development at dinner. The female servers all wore over their otherwise black garb very colorful aprons with a variety of vivid designs.  The table next to us consisted of a youngish man in his 30's or so, a woman about the same age and an older man (maybe a father).  The younger man must have taken an interest in the colorful aprons and discovered they were for sale. One of the waitresses brought over a plastic tub with 10 or so to choose from, and the guy proceeded to unfurl each of them, finally settling on two aprons to purchase.  One depicted a canary in a hanging cage across the front.

This little display had both Mistress and slave giggling a bit, imagining this guy back at home, fully domesticated, in his apron and little else.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, right Terri?