But as Mistress was eating breakfast, her devoted Slave went to visit our local Post Mistress, who was indulgent enough to accept some postage payment for books we were sending to relatives. Phew. I was afraid my gringo, Midwestern money would not be good enough for her.
When I arrived home I found mistress, naked on our patio, phone in hand, her legs spread oh so wantonly on her favorite chaise, phone in hand. And she had that silly “you caught me” grin on her face.
“It’s M on the phone, Slave. ….You missed the show.”
Mistress’s grin and the way her thighs slid so suggestively together told me exactly what type of show I had missed.
She does have a needy and naughty little cunt. Apparently, she could not resist his importuning to play with herself, though we had our morning session only a few hours earlier.
But soon she was done with her remote Master, and we were off to the Springs.
Mistress was delighted to learn that part of our package included some time in a private area, behind closed doors, with our own private pool fed by the ancient and very warm springs.
I suspect our regular readers know what was sure to happen.
This was a private outdoor space, backed up against a rocky cliff face, shielded by rustic wooden fences from other bathers. It had its own Kiva fireplace, which would have been of comfort for an evening session, but hardly necessary in the blazing mid-afternoon sun.
Decadent.
First, Mistress shed her bathing suit, and instructed me to do the same.
Then there was the scoping out of our options. There were no soft flat surfaces available.
Mistress did look fetching, spread nude across a lounge chair in front of the fireplace. I took a photo with her I-Phone which she texted off to M, so he could get a taste of our fun.
Then we returned to our scheming.
The tub itself was too hot for the type of sex we engage in. Plus, there was the yuck factor. Not very nice to leave all those natural juices in the pool for the next visitors.
So we settled for some initial worship with Mistress perched on the edge of the pool, her legs draped over her Slave’s shoulders, who worshipped and wallowed at the same time. Mistress ultimately succumbed to my lips and tongue, with a lovely gasp and moan of ecstasy.
Then we scoped out options for the proper position for Slave to claim his reward.
I suppose we could have waited until we got home, but then what would we have to blog about?
The lounge chairs had those unfortunate armrests. Not enough space for Mistress to comfortably ride my cock in that position.
Mistress did kneel to suck me into the proper configuration for fucking, though.
And then we settled for the hard concrete, me on top, Mistress below, a fluffy towel beneath her. I certainly enjoyed the experience, though we wondered whether some hikers on the ridge above us might get a show of their own.
Afterwards, as we rested, read, and soaked in our private pool. Mistress snapped the attached photo of me which she has asked me to post with today’s blog.
At some point, Mistress received another text message from M.
“He’s impatient Slave. He wants to know what we are up to in here.”
I guess he did not want to wait to read it on the blog. Then again, being her Master has its privileges.
Mistress tapped away on her phone.
“I told him I am going to need that upcoming massage after being fucked on that hard floor, Slave.”
I was glad we sequenced the proceedings properly. I would hate for Mistress to have a tender back.
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