Back In Action....

Mistress and Slave had a very restful  Mother’s Day here at the UCTMW World HQ.

It turned out we both needed to catch up on our sleep, as well as some of the action we had missed during Mistress’s long journey.

Not to disappoint, but Switch Day was on hiatus. By the time we woke and paged through the Sunday paper, we were more in the mood for some additional cuddly, reconnecting sex than having Mistress tied, teased and tortured – though she can expect plenty of that next Sunday.

Instead there was lots of worship, followed by her fingers and lips taking on my already firm and frantic cock.

Ohhh… and I forgot the Hitachi. Turned out she missed that too. Almost as much as me.

“It seems just too cruel to work on these nipples, after all they had to go through with those cloths pins, Mistress”.

Instead, I was sucking them very gently.

“Thank you, Slave….”

“So did you enjoy going through that exercise, following M’s directives, off in the Loo, with your poor breasts clamped….”

“It hurt Slave…. but yeah, it was pretty hot too.”

We took a bike ride in our cool and gloomy morning weather - two circuits up the hill that challenges my aging cardio-system.

Then the teens and I took Mistress to brunch at a local restaurant for Mother’s Day.

Afterwards, it was a very, very  low key day here. Her single Mimosa and my Bloody Mary seemed to make us even more laid back than normal. I helped get all those lovely photos on her computer.

We both read the Times. Later we watched President Obama’s amazing interview on 60 Minutes..

And when the girls decided to go visit their grandmother, well, you know where Molly and Mick headed.

The afternoon sex came after a long and much needed nap. Mistress was re-adjusting from the 7 hour time shift. Slave was catching up on the sleep he had missed while Mistress was out of the bed. It seems I just don’t adjust well to her absence.

When we finally awoke – to a text message that the girls were staying at grandma’s for dinner – we slowly sank into another long, slow and erotic embrace. It was the sort of sex that one has in the middle of the night, responding by instinct at some subliminal level to one another’s pent up needs.  But the details escape me now. It was almost like dream sex, but I didn’t wake up just before the good part.

I hear Mistress awake upstairs now. Gotta get used to this morning deadline thing again.

So if you don’t mind…..