Today we’re looking for a little input, on a couple of subjects.
First, on photos of Mistress’s lovely bottom. After our morning sexual engagement, Mistress was busily at work primping for her Monday workday. The image of her sweet ass framed by her turquoise thing inspired me to pick up my little camera and snap a few shots.
Later, last night, as I smirked and snarked my way through the GOP debate, Mistress asked to see the photos I had taken, and whether I planned to put any of them on the blog.
Her original review was negative. She is protective of her image (not as protective as a certain ½ term Governor, but still….) and retains the right to veto any thing I might post. But I offered to do a little cropping and refocusing of things to enhance the image. No alterations mind you… but ‘presentation’ can be critical.
She seemed pleased with my work, which is the image that follows:
But she was not completely satisfied, and took her own hand at the image, exploiting some newly discovered features on her I-photo App. Here is her work product.
So friends, what do you think: which image would you prefer?
Another subject that came up yesterday, has to do with the staging of her next date with our WC, the rogue Judge Miguel.
I was applying my lips and tongue to Mistress’s molten, moist folds yesterday in my office. Mistress had stopped by for a little appetizer before her lunch engagement.
That’s when she mentioned a logistical problem.
“M wants to have a date on Thursday morning, Slave… but I’m reluctant because (sullen teen #2) will be home….”
Summer vacation has begun, and without a summer job, our not-so-little teen is in hang around the house in the am mode. Of course there’s no guarantee when she might get up, but there’s a good chance she might be conscious and lurking about at 10 am on Thursday, and a little suspect if her Mom has herself locked away in her bedroom, moaning into the handset, her power tool humming.
Even the thought of her barging in could be a mood killer.
I promised to think on her dilemma, and later that evening, in a little post work, pre-bike ride worship, me on my knees and Mistress spread across my bed, I shared some ideas.
“You could bring the Hitachi down to my office Mistress….”
“And would you just me hanging around, watching, Slave….”
“Well that’s a thought, but I was thinking I would just let you do your thing, and I could work in a conference room until your business was done. I don’t think anyone would mind. We could turn on some music to dampen your moans, Mistress.”
“But your office doesn’t have a lock, Slave…. what if someone walks in?”
“I think that’s pretty unlikely, Mistress….most folks take the closed door as a sign to come back later… or they’d knock.”
But Mistress didn’t seem inclined to take the risk. And it would seem pretty strange if I camped outside the door, standing guard.
I also reminded Mistress that we have one of those electrical converters we bought to let the kids plug their computers in while in the car for that long car ride out west at Christmas time.
“You could do it in the car, Mistress…. Find a quiet parking place….”
“Not sure I want to risk some curious cop knocking on my steamy window, Slave….”
So there you have it. Mistress wants to arrange a date with M, but the logistics are complicated. Any solutions?