Finally had the chance over the weekend to dump our toy collection on the bed and rise to the challenge from SFP and Sin last week.
Of course there are a few things missing, as I realized after I shot the photo and put our collection back in the bags and drawers where they languish between use: my cock cage was on me at the moment. (Mistress had me wear it Saturday when I went down to rake leaves at a rental property we own; it’s a helpful reminder to me to “behave”, and some extra security for her too.) The Hitachi was parked under the bed, all ready for the date Mistress would have later that afternoon with our Western Correspondent. And Now I remember another batch of items that have not been put to use in a while – an obsolete vibe or two muscled aside by Mistress’s preferred power tool of the moment. But you get the picture. There are lots of goodies useful for the restraint and discipline of a recalcitrant Slave.
And I was reminded that those nipple clips had not been put to good use in a few months. Maybe next Sunday?
Yesterday Mistress made an amusing revelation when she came to my office for worship.
She was sitting on her throne – a chair pressed against the door with a thick soft blanket underneath to absorb all those juices we create – and sliding off her clingy black trousers (only one leg really, enough to give me access to her slick and fragrant folds).
“M said he loved the blog this morning, Slave…. And the photos…well….”
I was on my knees now, ready to “dig in”. I confess: I am an addict, and the font of my addiction was right there in front of me now, taunting. I wasn’t too intent on a lengthy conversation. But my curiosity was piqied.
“Well he said that he blew those photos up on his computer and …. You know….”
“Got himself off?”
“Yes Slave… that’s what he says….”
“Impressive Mistress…. How does that make you feel? The thought of him focusing on that delightful ass of yours while taking the special occasion cock for a little joy ride?”
By now I was grazing a bit, letting my tongue slide over that moist clean shaven skin, provoking her little pink clit, that would soon be gripped possessively between my needy lips.
“It’s pretty hot, Slave….”
I could tell Mistress’s mind was mulling over that scenario as I began to assault her in earnest with tongue and lips, pulling at her clit now, her hips rising as I suctioned it out of it’s little hiding place.
“Do you think other men …. Our readers … do the same thing when they see those photos of you, Mistress…. All vulnerable and aroused?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hands were grabbing at my hair (the little of it left) her thighs squeezing my head….and then she was coming for me, stifling her moan so as not to alert my colleagues outside in the hallway about what their graying, sober compadre and his delicious young wife were up to now.
Afterwards, as Mistress was tidying up, she gave me a little more details on M’s photographic preferences.
“He said he liked that one with you gripping my hand, Slave…. With my bottom all ready to be spanked.”
“I’m sure he did, Mistress….”
“He mentioned my nails …. ‘you really have nice ones” he said.”
She does… lots of maintenance makes for nice nails, and other yummy body parts too.
“And he mentioned that you must have given me a hard spanking for a change, because my bottom was so red.”
“I’m glad our Western Correspondent appreciates my effort to follow those instructions, Mistress.”
AS she left to return for work, we returned to the question I had posed earlier: are there other guys out there who “get off” on Mistress’s lovely body parts? And which are their favorites? It would be nice to hear.
“You know, Mistress, there could be women out there who delight in those photos too?”
“I guess that’s possible, Slave.”
Would it be interesting to hear from Mistress’s male (or female) admirers?