Mistress is off at her big high school re-union tonight.
Now I’m sure several of you are asking yourselves: Mick, what sort of husband / slave doesn’t accompany his Wife / Mistress to her high school reunion?
Well, first, I did, once, about 10 years ago. And I suspect that Mistress spent more time that night making sure I was not bored than actually interacting with those long lost male and female friends.
So I offered to let her go solo this time. She had friends, a female and a male, offering to be her “date”, and she seemed content to let me spend the evening with surly teen #2. (I happily rejected the offer of her friends’ spouses for an evening drinking elsewhere with them).
The teen and I went to see the Green Lantern movie (my childhood fave when it comes to super heroes), while Mistress cavorts with her old high school chums.
And of course she had license to flirt and do whatever she wants should any of those guys, who no doubt had the hots for her back in the day, decide to take one last shot at the lovely Molly.
It’s in our contract.
But don’t worry, I’m not going to give you a review of Green Lantern… let’s just say the studio did not get it’s money’s worth. But the chick from Gossip Girl (that’s why the sullen teen picked it over “X-Men” or “Super 8”) is relatively hot, though not much of an actress.
So lets skip over “Mick and his daughter go to the movies…”
In fact there was plenty of sex at the UCTMW World HQ to report on since my last full dispatch.
I’ll skip over the action here Friday night, after our bike ride, when Mistress rode my cock to a rather stunning cum. Non-reverse cowgirl.
I’ll also breeze past Saturday morning, when Slave was allowed to fuck Mistress before I headed to a political meeting.
No, let’s pick up the action later in the day, around 4 pm, after a nap and bike ride, before Mistress started primping for her reunion.
Previously, while we were riding, Mistress said we would probably not have much time for afternoon “action”. But, as it turned out, some time opened up on her schedule.
We were barely out of the shower.
“Slave, go get my supplies… I think you need some attitude adjustment.”
I scrambled to assemble her strap on equipment – dildo, harness, lube.
“You’ve been a little too full of yourself lately, Slave…cocky, arrogant, … too much swagger….”
“I won’t disagree with you Mistress….”
“Of course you won’t….”
She was in her harness now, lubed up. But there was something else to take care of first.
“ down on your stomach, Slave….”
“No cuddle and kiss first, Mistress….”
She just laughed.
“Not today, Slave…”
That’s when I heard the swish of the riding crop, firmly hitting her hand.
Oops. Mistress wasn’t fooling around.
I assumed the position she required.
My ass was on fire.
“I didn’t like your tone on the phone yesterday, Slave…. when we were talking about (our sullen teen’s) checking account… you clearly had an attitude.”
Ouch again. Very ouch.
I’m squirming as a series of blows hit my ass in quick succession. My mouth attaches itself to a pillow to stifle any exclamations. It’s the best I can do to resist the temptation of twisting away or covering my ass with my hands. But I knew that would only earn me more punishment.
“You’re right…Mistress… I know I was being an asshole.”
“Let this be a reminder to mind your tone, slave.”
I had a feeling it would be. And fortunately, after about 10 strokes Mistress was done.
Then she slid onto the bed next to me, warming me with some affection strokes on the ass, and passionate kisses, before straddling me, guiding her ‘cock” into place.
Her aim was true… her strokes were slow and deliberate. I suspect I was moaning as she worked into a quicker rhythm. And soon she was coming hard, with some impassioned thrusts, gasping her release.
After a bit more of the old “in and out”, she had her fill, and slid out of me, standing to toss her harness aside for me to put away later.
“Why don’t you go put in your device now Slave (my aneros)”
So I stood too, walking the few feet to our bathroom to follow her directions. That’s when she noticed my ass….
“Oh my, slave…. I don’t remember ever getting it quite that…. red… I need a photo of that…”
She had me stand in position. Then she texted off an image of her handy work to the WC, for his amusement. And copied me too.
“Put it on the blog Slave… our readers should know what happens when you get surly with me….”
So there you have it, my boney old ass, all red from Mistress’s crop.
Before we climbed back into bed, where Mistress allowed me to fuck her, the chime on her I-phone went off.
M says “ha ha”.
Oh, and there was one more picture Mistress wanted me to share.
“Here’s one to send to Tammy, Slave….”
It was this photo that Mistress took at Saks the other day. No doubt M got a copy. But since Tammy and Carol (his weekend babysitter) were going panty shopping this weekend, Mistress wanted him to get a little example of what’s out there….
I like the yellow ones... not for me mind you. I've been spared the panty training.
BTW, tomorrow is Switch Day. You can bet Mistress will be closely interrogated about her evening out. I’ll make sure some of those clothespins are handy, in case she is reluctant to clear her conscience.
P.S. … Just as I was finishing this, Mistress arrived home. It was only around 11:45 or so. No late night partying with the class of 1981.
When I asked if there had been any flirting, her response was “not really.” We may have to get a little more to the bottom of that one this morning. And she also showed me something on her I-phone. The photo of a pink, rigid cock head.
“It came from the WC… just after I got to the re-union…”
“Can you believe it. It looks like Anthony Weiner’s at it again, and hacked into M’s account.”