I played bike mechanic, replacing the brake pads on Mistress's bike.I am a useful little Slave, aren't I.
When she came down for our ride she mentioned that M had called.
"I think he wanted to know if we did Switch Day, Slave....he likes to keep track."
I can understand that. A good cyber Master wants to make sure his Slave is well taken care of, particularly on switch day.
"Did you give him the details, Mistress?"
"I told him that we did some interesting switch stuff, Slave. And that he could read about it in the morning."
"You didn't tell him you got the spanking he ordered?"
"Uhhh....I guess not, Slave."
Later, at our swim club, Mistress mentioned that M had been texting her from the golf course, while matching birdies with his "Icelandic Nemesis." I figured I would give him a little tease. As Mistress was swimming her laps (she does work at keeping that ass and those legs shapely), I sent M my own text message.
"Your Slave got that good spanking."
and we traded a few choice ones:
"Good she needed one."
"Mistress responds well to the Hitachi when tied down."
"I'll bet she does."
When I read these and a few more to Mistress after she was done with her laps, she seemed a little .... flustered.
"Are you guys conspiring against me, Slave?"
Exactly.
Later that afternoon, we retreated home out of the smoggy, hot late summer air. The kids were out. I was planning a little switch redoux for Mistress, to make up for my default last Sunday.
But she was sleepy.
"Wake me before dinner, Slave."
And of course I never like to mess with Mistress's beauty rest.
But this is where I got an assist from my "wingman".
After Mistress had snoozed for about 20 minutes the chime on her I-phone went off. She stirred, picked it up. Then giggled.
"It's M. He says he hasn't heard from me in a while. wants to know if we're having sex."
It was just the little prod I needed.
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