Mistress has an early curtain call this morning, dear readers … so just time for a (blog) quickie.
So after stoking Mistress’s flame a bit yesterday with lips and tongue as she read the blog… but denying her an orgasm per our Western Correspondent’s direction, I got her bad news after I climbed from the shower.
“Bad news Slave. M has to cancel on me this morning. Something about a glitch in his kids’ school schedule”.
By now I was on a work deadline of my own, with no time to come to her wanton rescue.
Poor Mistress.
We would both be heading to work, in separate cars, in a state of anticipation.
(That is if Mistress did not take advantage of her free time for some self-help with her Hitachi. One can only speculate.)
Plus, because of a lunch engagement where a security check would be in place, I could not be asked to wear my steel cage.
We did meet at the lunch. Mistress was one of the organizers. The guest of honor was a rather recognizable world religious and political figure. In the spirit of this blog’s tradition of preserving the anonymity of our characters, let’s just call him “Quatorce”.
AS a Buddhist, he’s clearly big on meditation, and talked about the importance of “focus”: picking one thing to meditate on each morning to clear and focus the brain.
Impressive dude. Plus he had a color coordinated visor to go with those saffron robes.
When we finally converged again at home, Mistress seemed to appreciate the worship she was offered before our bike ride. And we adjourned to our chambers for good once the teens were fed.
I was instructed to insert my little white probe.
“I need a very hard one tonight, Slave.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
It does do wonders. Not that I needed much help. It had been almost 24 hours.
And as we settled in for a long siege, Mistress mentioned something M had shared earlier in the day, when they talked on her drive home.
“M mentioned that you are a real specialist when it comes to oral sex, Slave… he thinks it’s amazing how much time you spend down there….”
“Well, like Quatorce said today, Mistress …. It’s all about focus. I could do it for hours, couldn’t I….”
“Ummmm…. Yes, Slave.”
I was helping her slide out of those transparent panties on display above, ready to dive in.
“Doesn’t M like to do that?”
“Well I get the impression he does it some, but it’s not his specialty … like it is yours, Slave.”
“What is his specialty …. Driving the special occasion cock into whatever orifice might be available at the moment, with great force?”
“Yeah …. I suppose that’s it, Slave.”
4 comments:
I hadn't thought about metal detectors and the cage. Mick could we see a picture of the cage? wouldn't have to be with you inside it if you are feeling modest...
Yeah, I hadn't thought about metal detectors and the cage either. What if you had to go through one unexpectedly? Yikes!
Fun post though. I gotta say, M's speciality doesn't seem dreadfully, um, specialized to me, but i suppose he's just that talented...
Nice picture!
aisha
I will post a picture of the cage for you curious ones tomorrow.
AS for M's specialty, I guess the proof will be in the pudding: Mistress would be happy to help put him to the test and provide a consumer report.
Gorgeous photo.
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