Some of you gave old Mick some serious shit yesterday for whining about our “horrid” 56 hour draught here at UCTMW World HQ.
It had been since Thursday morning …. And Mistress was not scheduled to return until 1 pm or so Saturday from her trip to visit her very old but still feisty grandmother.
Yeah... I know. I'm spoiled. But could be that just makes it worse, when Mistress and I are apart? Even if just briefly?
I dutifully kept my vow of “no touching” without Mistress’s consent, passing the time with some yard work, tax document preparation, and visiting my own cranky whiner of a mother. I tried to avoid being the sad, lonely guy in this song.
(Hmmm…. Maybe my whining is hereditary…. Though her whining seems more to do with ambient noise in her condo, whereas mine focuses on missing my beloved CEO).
While I had a chance for a couple of brief conversations with her, Mistress was always in close proximity to her mother or grandmother while she was away, even at bedtime, so there was no opportunity for any naughty or intimate chat. I just didn't know what to do with myself.
During the course of my Saturday morning, I did receive a textual taunt:
“It’s ass fucking day. Slave….”
But finally, Mistress pulled into our drive, dropped off by her mother. I was in our backyard, gave her a wave, and briefly finished up filling a trash bin with some of last fall’s leaves before helping her carry her overnight bag up to our room.
At Last…. Mistress was home.
Of course, I offered to take her to bed and lavish her with some physical attention immediately. But it was a gorgeous, warm and sunny day here in River City.
“They’ll be time enough for that Slave…. First, a bike ride to get the kinks out after that long drive….”
“Sure… but save a few kinks for me, Mistress.”
The bike ride was glorious, but after about an hour we were back and…. Thanks to the gods… the two sulky and bored teens had decided on an outing to the outlet mall.
Amazingly the house was empty now..
We relaxed a bit…. lying in bed. I had showered to make sure I was “spanking” clean for Mistress.
“Get out my equipment, Slave…. And bring a riding crop too…”
I collected her harness, the accompanying dildo, and lubricant. AS she slid into it, tightening it to fit her lush body, I found the crop in the corner of our closet and handed it to her.
“Get in position, Slave….”
“But why the crop, Mistress….”
“You know why…. You were certainly less than enthused to see me this afternoon Slave….”
“I would have expected you to rush over and greet me when I pulled in…. instead…you kept raking those leaves….”
I tried to minimize my offense… “I was just finishing the task so we could go upstairs together…” or some such. She would have none of it. And it turned out she also thought I was less than sweet and charming when we talked on the phone while she was gone.
"It reminded me how distant you were sometimes when we were commuting."
No, that was not good. Not at all. No wonder she was itching to apply some good punishment. Best to leech those bad vibes out of her system pronto, even at the expense of my temporary discomfort.
By now the blows were raining down. My ass was getting increasingly tenderized, and I was squirming on the bed.
“Hold still, Slave… you’re just making things worse for yourself….”
I tried. Believe me I did. But man, that crop was hurting my bony old white ass.
“Feel free, Mistress.”
I figured that she could not snap a photo and clobber me with the crop at the same time.
But, At LAst (yet again), she was done with the crop, admiring her handywork, her hands sliding over the welts that she had created.
“Nice…. Slave…. But now, get in position for the good part….”
I settled back onto the bed, my hips under a pillow.
She straddled me, then slid her tool home….
“”How’s that, Slave…. “
“Ummmm…. Nice Mistress.”
Soon she was picking up the pace, filling me quite effectively… and working herself into that lovely frenzy that delivers a lunging, moaning climax for her. I remember her nails digging into my back, her hot breath on my neck when she collapsed onto me, spent.
When she extracted herself, rolling off to remove her harness and deposit on the floor for me to tuck away later, she gave me some additional instructions.
“Go put in your device, Slave…”
I made sure I hopped to…. I was not going to cross her again today, and I had some business of my own to tend to….finally.