Soothing a Restless Mistress

We were on the way to work, me driving, Mistress scanning her emails, getting ready for a very busy day.

“Last night I had a dream that we were with some people – family I think – and you got a call, Mistress. You gave me that ‘look’. .Said you had to excuse your self and take the call. It was clear it was one of your ‘friends’.”

“Hmmm….it’s good for you to be a little jealous, Slave.”

I suppose it is. Keeps me on my toes. And the thought of it and Mistress’s response got me a tad horny that morning, and kept me that way through the day.

It was a cageless day for me. But I am well trained. It did not occur to me to do something about my sexual edge without permission, even though I had access.

And when Mistress and I met it was with a business associate. I could only admire her in her way over the knee black dress, bare legs, and tasteful lady executive shoes. The best I got was a chance to run my hand up her leg while our friend excused himself for the men’s room.

So at the end of the day, once Mistress came down from the stress of her day and the simultaneous demands of needy and surly teens, I was happy to worship.

Mistress opened the computer to read yesterday’s entry. I knelt at the side of the bed, easing off her black work-a-day undies, spreading her legs, pressing my greedy face into her well groomed cunt. Yum.

Mistress scrolled through the opus, laughing quietly at the good parts, while I munched and suckled on her good parts.

“You keep bringing up E, Slave? Why is that?”

“Well, you seem to get off on it when I do, Mistress.”

When Slave finds a good button to push, he keeps pushing.

Soon Mistress was setting aside the computer, and squirming herself to a joyful little orgasm.

When she was done reading, she surprised me.

“Why don’t you insert your little device and fuck me now Slave. Before dinner….”

Gladly, Mistress.


After dinner we settled into a typical routine. I double checked one daughter’s history take home test (The one that stumped me: What annoyed Barry Goldwater more, the Warren Court, or all those New Deal “socialist” programs?). Mistress did some work for her odd lot of needy clients. Then we watched that final episode of “Damages” we had tucked away on our DVR(thank god for the ability to fast forward through the commercials).

We both seemed sated, and Mistress dozed off as I perused the Times, amused that Mayor Bloomberg seems t spend as much time in the Bahamas as he does in the Big Apple.

It was about 4 AM when I felt Mistress stirring a bit. Restless.

And when Mistress stirs, so does her Slave. She could tell I was awake too.

“Sorry I am awake, Slave. I guess I have too many work things running through my brain.”

I had a remedy for that.

My hand worked its way up under her short black velour nighty, capturing a nipple. My gentle squeezes, and the caress of my lips against her soft neck seemed to have the desired affect. Soon her ass was pressing against my thickening cock.

My hand slid down her belly, and nestled between her legs. The absence of fur makes it almost too easy to find the parts that make Mistress squirm even more intensely. Soon my fingers had the desired effect. One, then a second quaking orgasm.

“Would you like to fuck me now, Slave”

Of course I did. Mistress rolled onto her back. Her Slave mounted and entered her.

“Oh good, the morning cock.”

You know the kind. Not held back by a long and tiring work day. Tanned, rested and ready, sort of like Dick Nixon in 1968?

“That’s probably why your Sir M wants you to spend the night, Mistress ….to share the morning cock.”

“No doubt, Slave.”