It was another day in the cage here on Thursday…. Same “excuse”, not that one is needed… Mistress was leaving a little later, and taking the surly teen #2 to work with her. So Mick had to make sure the cage was in place before leaving for the office solo at my normal time.
One fringe benefit: Mistress had the side advantage of that harder than ordinaire cock, brought on by the tight ring around my cock and balls, as I took advantage of permission to fuck her yesterday morning.
After work, we took the teen to a new pizza joint in the older part of the city… very urbanista, with a big wood fired oven imported from Naples. Yummy stuff. But our dinner out extended my cage day until around 8 pm…. By then my scrotum was getting a little tender. Mistress was determined to take a bike ride, but she was kind enough to release me first, even before giving me the chance for worship.
On our ride, we talked a bit about her conversations during the day with the WC. It seems his closest colleague, let’s call him S, is going through an ugly divorce. The wife is trying to serve him with papers. M has been advising him on how to handle this stress.
“M told S that he just needs to go out and get fucked…. To move on….”
“Sounds like good advice Mistress…. And what did you say….”
“I offered to help. S sounds like a nice guy. I told M I’d be happy to come out for a ‘sympathy fuck’”.
This is a concept we’ve talked about before. Back in the day when Molly and Mick were ‘dating’ (married to other folks too), she often mentioned that she was tempted to provide a “sympathy fuck” to a mutual friend who had been doggedly coming onto her for some time. A nice guy, but not all that attractive to Molly (at least not nearly as attractive to the more alpha Mick in those days, at least that's what I told myself ).
Mistress never “succumbed” to that particular guy (0r so I am told), but my sense is there were a few notches on her belt, even at the young age of 27 or so, that fell into this category. Folks that really were not in her “league” but that she dabbled with out of a sense of noblesse oblige? Or maybe just curiosity?
I’m wondering if any of our readers have a comment on this form of social interaction… have you engaged in the “mercy” or “sympathy” fuck…. Or is this just bad behavior? (I suppose it’s something a guy could do too.)
In any event, back you our little dialog.
“And how did M take your generous offer?”
“He didn’t like it at all, Slave….he said if there’s anyone out here you are going to fuck, it will be me.”
I laughed. I knew where this was heading. M can get a little possessive, jealous even, particularly for a guy who has not met his little Molly in the flesh to show her the famous "special occasion cock".
“And you said….”
“That I’d made that offer before, and what had it gotten me so far…. I even told him he could let S know he’s invited to our 4th of July party at our mountain hideaway…(not too far a drive from Judge Miguel’s ‘county seat’.)
“Oh I’m sure he’ll pass that invitation along….”
“Right. He said that if anyone’s coming it would be him and B….”
“Well they're invited too Mistress….”
By the time we got home, and Slave had showered off, it seemed all this sex talk had us both in the “mood”.
“Why don’t you go insert your little device, Slave… I want a particularly hard cock…”
She meant the aneros, which had not been deployed in a week or so. And it certainly did the trick.
After I used my mouth and lips to bring Mistress to a series of little climaxes, her hips rolling, little gasps of pleasure escaping from her mouth, she teased my work-a-day cock to desperation with those nicely manicured fingers.
Until I was begging to fuck her.
Fortunately, she showed the same mercy to me that she had offered to show S.
As I took my pleasure from her, we revisited her conversation with the WC.
“I suppose if M won’t extend the offer, you could just email S directly, maybe with on of those hot photos.”
“Oh, Slave…. you really are a trouble maker.”