Missing Equirpment

Slave is in trouble.  Mistress is Hitachi-less this weekend. And it's my fault.

We had brought her trusty power tool to our Western hideaway, then decided to leave it there to avoid hauling it back and forth through airport security. The thought of TSA guys opening our bags and brandishing the sucker with questions about it’s purpose had us a little squeamish.  (Of course, that did not prevent us from carting Mistress’s harness back and forth. Go figure.)

So Slave ordered an extra Hitachi on Monday via Amazon, for arrival this week Then we would have one for both locations.I assumed it would be well in hand by Friday with no inconvenient “service interruption”.

Oops.

No package arrived by Friday. So much for that Cyber Monday quick delivery hype.

So Mistress was left without the efficiency of her power tool late yesterday afternoon, when she got a call from M for an unscheduled ‘date”.

But let me back up a bit….

Molly and Mick had a relatively relaxed Saturday, as snow fell gently through the day here in River City.

There was the ever popular morning sex, after paging through the scrawny local paper.

“I liked that morning cock, Slave….”

“It likes you too, Mistress.”

Then a trip to our gym.

Mistress did her spinning routine and lifted weights. I went through my own circuit of exercises. The weather will now keep us off our bikes for a while.

I had to deal with my cranky mother and her seasonal décor. Mistress tended to nail maintenance. We reconvened back in bed around 3 or so for a nice nap.

There had been some discussion earlier in the afternoon in a text from Mistress about ass fucking. But when we woke Mistress was in a more gentile mood, and it was just so damn warm and cozy in our bed that a long bout of making out ensued.

I was overcome by the wonderful aroma of my Mistress as I pressed my face against the back of her neck and reached my arms around her. The spicy scent of her perfume mingled with that of her own well exercised body and her blooming arousal was intoxicating.

She had on tight black panties and my fingers enjoyed gliding over them until Mistress was panting and writhing against me. That’s how she got her first cum of the afternoon, humping my hand as I kissed her deep and long.

Very high school.

Very hot.

I was thinking how we had skipped that “messing around” phase in our initial courtship, and how the younger Molly would have driven me crazy with a few incendiary, but no penetration, make out sessions,  had we been given that opportunity back in the age of Dukakis.

I was in bed without underwear…. As required in our household. And when Mistress turned her fingers loose on my cock…well my frustration was soon at a peak.

“May I fuck you now, Mistress?”

“Why so impatient, Slave….”

But ultimately she allowed me inside…. And we went at it for quite a while…. Taking a break at some point for water and for me to strip away my T-shirt.

I made sure Mistress had a few more choice explosions before I asked for permission to come.  Which she generously granted.

It seemed I drifted off a bit afterwards as I lay there, still inside her. But soon it was time to light our candles, and round up the surly teen for her evening gift.

We had plans to attend a holiday party, but were in no hurray.   I settled into watch a football game and do some work for a client, while Mistress was paying some bills.

Then her text chime went off.

“M wants to know if I am available to talk, Slave….”

“Of course you are, Mistress….”

She discretely disappeared upstairs to our room.

That’s when I realized that I was in trouble.

No Hitachi.

Mistress came downstairs about 40 minutes later.

“Well we had a little sex chat Slave….. but the Hitachi was sorely missed.”

“So how did you do it, Mistress?”

“Fingers, Slave…..”

She pressed two of them up against my nose.

Yummmmm.

“Now they’re a little sore.”

(I suppose I should have offered to go up and provide my tongue and lips as a substitute for the Hitachi, but they probably needed a little privacy.)

Let’s hope that Hitachi arrives by Monday.  Don’t want Mistress making a claim against UCTMW Enterprises, LLC for carpal tunnel syndrome.  Those are a real bitch to defend.