For those of you who tune in here on Monday morning for one of those tawdry photos of Mistress in some form of bondage, and a tale of her succumbing to the compelling vibrations of her favorite power tool..... you can move on now. With the cute co-ed back from campus briefly on an I-phone repair mission, it seemed a little "awkward" (as our teens now say), to force too many plaintive cries from Mistress.
So our morning sex - after I prepared Mistress a coffee and we read the morning papers huddled under the Yak furs - was more of the vanilla variety.
Not that I can complain. Mistress rewarded my worship with an extended period of teasing my cock with those lush lips, until I was quite literally begging for the privilege of fucking her.
After that, we took an early morning ride on our mountain bikes, exchanging greetings some of our neighbors along the trail.
Later, Mistress went on the expedition to the Black market, finding the Apple stall, where some genius popped open the little Co-ed's I-phone. Mistress sent me a text photo back, accompanied by the dreaded message "water damage". Oops. Say goodbye to this one, and the fantasy that the warranty would cover another I-phone breakdown.
But I must say the "genius" sure looked like he knew what he was doing.
Once she was off, Mistress called me via satellite phone and said she was stopping by Francois's Yurt, sort of on the way home, for a cup of his special Tea. I told her to enjoy, and decided to take a few more photos to share with our readers.
You've heard me talk a little too much about the useful Yak, and particularly how we heat our Yurt by burning dried Yak dung in the open fire. Well here's a photos of how the locals dry this bountiful substance: by smearing it on walls until it's .... well ..... done. The next time the WC shows up, I have an idea how he can earn his keep.
"How was Francois, Mistress?"
"He was fine, Slave.... I had some Tea... he fed me a few chocolates.... but no hanky panky...."
"Poor Mistress.... are you in need of a little more sex this evening...."
Actually, it turned out we were both more in the mood for hunkering down on a Sunday evening.... our empty nest restored .... nice to see our beloved daughter.... nice to settle back into a very comforting routine too.