First, our thoughts go out to our colleagues over at All Mine this morning. We hope they’ve stocked up on blood pressure medicine and locked all of the sharp objects in the house away in an accommodating neighbor’s car trunk. Their beloved Red Sox are dangling on the slimmest of threads, with one more game to play to see whether they can salvage their rightful spot in the MLB play-offs.
I know I’m pulling for them, if only for the wagers sure to ensue if they can just make it past the Orioles tonight.
Good luck, Sox!
Now, where was I …. Ahhh….. sex.
Mistress had one of those god forsaken 7:30 am breakfast meetings yesterday, the type that only macho business men foist upon the rest of us here in River City. And this guy is actually retired. So what does he do after 8:30 am?
That meant that Mistress was out the door before we had our morning “engagement”, and slave was off to work securely locked in his cage, without any relief for his morning cock syndrome.
Mistress did give me a call at around 9 am or so, letting me know that Francois would be stopping by to “pick up his chevre”: The cheese we had acquired for him from our goat herding hostess over our Parents’ weekend on campus.
Slave’s cock gave a little lurch in its close confines (even closer than Fenway).
I didn’t hear anything more from Mistress until around lunchtime. No response to my text message that the matching remote controlled butterfly vibrators had arrived via mail at my desk. (No I did not open them!)
But when I did hear from her, she was a little (mercifully) cryptic about what had transpired here at the UCTMW World HQ during the pre-lunch hours of her “workday”.
“My nipples hurt, Slave…. and my ass too.”
“Ohhh….. poor Mistress…..”
(I suppose I need to be careful about sarcasm, don’t I?)
I knew that I would be able to do a full de-briefing when I got home, so saved my questions.
Mistress was sitting at her computer, awaiting me when I arrived home around 6 pm, in jeans and a black top.
“So you want the ‘tour’, Slave?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
We walked into our kitchen.
“Well we had some coffee in here, and talked a bit about Babette and our plans for next weekend.”
“Then, we headed into that room…..(pointing to our family type room), and sat on the couch….. it seemed he was in the mood for a blow job….”
She mentioned something about his firm grip in her hair while she deployed her skills on his uncut Euro-cock.
By then we were heading up to our bedroom, where Mistress explained they had adjourned next.
As she pulled off those jeans, and I shed my work costume, she explained the variety of positions they utilized over the ensuing hour or so.
And soon slave was on his knees, worshipping Mistress as she so clearly deserved.
“Do I taste different, Slave?”
“Hmmm….” I said, savoring, while sucking and licking…..quite frankly it was hard to discern a difference but then several hours had passed. Maybe my taste buds are getting a little old.
After Mistress had been at least temporarily satisfied, she kindly unlocked her cock, and I washed it off before she used those lush lips on me.
“It takes a little getting used to, but the whole un-cut thing is not that different.”
“Glad to hear it Mistress….mybe you can do a tutorial for our readers’
Soon we were on the bed, Slave thrusting into those clean shaven folds, Mistress making those little mewing sounds of contentment.
“So…. How many times did you come, Mistress?”
“Oh….maybe 3, 4 times…. It’s a little hard to keep track…..”
“And did he make you ask permission?”
“Yes…. But, well…. sometimes he’d say ‘no’ when I’d ask…. it can get a little frustrating.”
“And then he’d count down in French, and tell me ‘now’….”
“Did that work for you, Mistress?”
“It actually did, Slave.”
Excellent work on that “come on demand” training, Francois!
By now we got distracted in our own rhythms, and Mistress was kind enough to grant me permission the very first time I begged.
Later, as we left for dinner at a little neighborhood restaurant, Mistress passed on something that Francois told her.
“He said any man would be crazy not to want to fuck you….”
“Very true, Mistress….”
“And how did he like the Chevre?”
“Ohhh….. he forgot it….. I guess he’ll have to stop by later this week to pick it up.”