Unlike the new NFL Players Collective Bargaining Contract, mine does not prohibit “two-a-days”. And, in fact, with the teens off to their new endeavors, it seems that has become the rule of thumb here at the UCTMW World HQ.
Morning sex has always been part of our game plan – unless there is some reason for an unusually early exit to get to work or the airport. And of course Mistress enjoys her “morning cock”, particularly when the hard steel ring for my cock cage is firmly in place.
And with a little less time required to prepare meals and nag teens to do their homework, there is all the more time in the evening for the proper use of Mistress’s cock.
Yesterday evening there was even a little extra accelerant for some post-work maneuvers in Mistress’s executive suite.
She had a late afternoon visit from her new “Dom”, Francois.
What’s nice about the empty nest is that there’s no reason Mistress can’t entertain “guests”. So Francois stopped by for a little iced tea and some conversation.
(Mistress has directed me to keep a little veil of privacy down about whatever else might be happening between them, and her wish is my command on that front).
“He couldn’t stay very long, Slave… he had some personal business of his own to take care of….”
Understandable. But he does show signs of showing Mistress the sort of extra attention that she certainly deserves.
“So what did you talk about, Mistress?”
“Oh, we covered lots of things…. I didn’t know, for example, that he used to be a professional cyclist.”
“And we talked about how hard it was for me to find a proper Dom”.
“Did he have any theories?”
“He says I’m way too intimidating for most American guys…. They wouldn’t know what to do with me….”
“I definitely buy that theory….”
By now I was experiencing a certain degree of pain below the belt.
“Would you consider unlocking the cage, Mistress?”
“Ohh… my poor Slave…. is this uncomfortable for you?”
(Did I mention that when I got home she was wearing a black tank top. And nothing else. The site of her clean shaven folds may have contributed to my discomfort).
Soon we were in bed. (Actually, Mistress was in bed, and I was on my knees.)Slave was grazing. And when I made sure that Mistress had a suitable orgasm, she was kind enough to free her cock.
At that point, our bike ride was put on hold for about an hour as we resorted to more amorous forms of exercise.
I wonder if the “drive by Dom” will stop by again today?