She's Got Legs....

Slept in too late this morning. So our readers may only get a brief dose of Mick and Molly this morning.

Here is the brief update:

Morning worship, then the chance to fuck. Check.

Drive to work with Mistress’s legs on the dash, giving me a chance to run my fingers along her smooth, well exercised thighs. Check.

Lunch time with Mistress, with the opportunity to worship. Check.

She left me with the seductive scent of her juices on my face and fingers to remind me of her the rest of the afternoon.

We had plans to join friends at a downtown restaurant at a benefit dinner for an AIDS charity. Before hand we stopped for a drink. Mistress ordered an “Old Fashion”, in honor of her hero, Don Draper, the lead character in Mad Men. His suave, stylish demeanor makes his habitual womanizing seem only a minor character flaw.

And as we sipped our drinks, we talked about her conversation earlier in the day with our Western Correspondent.

“M says that it’s probably a good thing that we can’t have real sex, Slave?”

Of course, Mistress has all options available to her. But M is a little reticent, for several very understandable reasons.

“And why is that?”

“He says it might ruin our phone sex….”

I wondered what our friends in the blog-o-verse think about that?

And I suppose it could “ruin” them once (and if) the anticipated spontaneous human combustion occurs: when special occasion cock meets Mistress’s smoldering cunt, the anticipation would be over. Could they turn back? Would the physical distance between them just become a source of frustration?

Of course, what if it just doesn’t fit? Another problem to consider.

As we sat there I pulled out my cell phone to give M a call. I didn’t bring up the subject of the non-compete. We’ll let our lawyers work that out.

“M, just so you know, you and B (his wife) are welcome to join us at our Mountain hide-away the weekend after Thanksgiving.”

M thanked me for the invitation, but was , understandably, non-committal.

I wanted him to know that Slave was extending the invitation, as well as Mistress. But whether it ever happens…. Only ‘Nilla’s goddess knows for sure.

After a long dinner, both Slave and Mistress were pretty tired and very full. We read a bit, then went to sleep.

But Mistress had one final word…. “Slave, we’re driving separately tomorrow …. I want you to wear your cage.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

When I woke this morning, I grabbed the steel ring, to make sure I could slide it on before the colder weather made my balls a little less co-operative.

So this morning, when the blog reading and worship is done, Mistress will get the benefit of a cock made particularly hard and needy by that tight steel ring.

Deadline time…..will report back later. Have a great Wednesday, all.