Mistress Simone on Pulling the Trigger

I am currently reading  Joe McGinnis’s bio of Sarah Palin. Makes me needy for home – I am told that it will be safe to leave our remote locale soon. If Alaska’s ½ term Governor is even 1/8^th as bad as written, this nation dodged a big bullet. Bullets, weaponry and pulling the trigger are a consistent theme in Palin’s life. She threatens folks that she will pull that trigger daily.

Back here in the land of “Simone” and “sam”, I only hope that a few brave men actually fire. Or I had hoped by now they would…. but now …. who knows.

Let me take you back to the early days of the origins of  the notorious Molly and Mick Contract, and this blog (and its predecessor).

Over two year’s ago I was contacted by an old college lover who claimed that he had spent over 20 years looking for me. He is a cyber sleuth and it turns out I was pretty well hidden. “E” told me that I had been that elusive one who had impacted him. One thing led to another, we flirted, talked about hard-core sex and about hooking up.

Only problem: his wife said he could sleep with anyone in the world, BUT me. I guess decades of pining made her nervous. SO … I became personae non grata. We are not yet at the end of the story. Earlier this week he was on the phone to me again. Yes…even 2 years later (but what is two years on the top of my recent calculation that says really 28 years total?).. He still says he wants to get it on. Of course, my contract with “Sam” gives me carte blanche. But I still don’t believe that he will ever pull the trigger.

Then there is the WC.

We have been engaged with one another for close to two years also. I have a library of his beautiful “special occasion” cock shots. We’ve had some hard core phone sex. And he has stayed in touch with me consistently. By and large, he is a guy who does exactly what he says he will, except meet me. Now he claims that we actually will. But I still don’t believe that he will pull the trigger.

And then there is real life. Francois. A man of action. We have an arrangement that is easy and seems to work for Sam, F and myself. Is it heavy? No. Angst? No. Fun, yes. Threatening to anyone? No. I dig it.

So my big mystery is will man #1 or #2 actually take action (like Sarah P.  would) And how much do I want that to happen? Fuck, after all of this trumped up sex talk…I am curious. But then there is this other part. I am thought of by some as  some mystery sex queen. The truth is that I am a 48-year-old woman with an active sex life, good imagination and a husband/slave who gets off on it. I am not counting on either man coming through. But am curious as hell.

I guess that I could wish that they were more like Sarah, but then maybe I wouldn’t like them as much.  Who knows.... maybe they're just shooting rubber bullets .... or bands.

 Frankly, I am a lucky woman with the two that I have in my own arsenal right now…

Happy Thursday

Love

Simone

A Surprise Visitor

All that fresh mountain air, and possibly the seductive smell of the dried yak dung burning in our open fire, caught up with Slave last night, and I slept in a little later than planned. I need to head off soon to my new undercover job in the local "Court" system.

But before I let Mistress close up my cock cage and don my special barrister's costume, I wanted to share a few interesting developments. from yesterday.

First, while the locals may have a reputation for arbitrary violence, they can show an occasional welcoming sign. Last night, as we were feeding our post dinner scraps to the camels, we were surprised by the local "welcome wagon" who serenaded us with a bit of local music.

I wasn't sure what they were playing, but it was vaguely reminiscent of the old Allman Brothers' tune "Whipping Post", but with a more lugubrious beat.

Then just as we were tidying up and getting ready for some post-concert worship and sex, there was a "knock" on the Yurt flap.

"So, D's directions were right, I've found you...."

Both Simone and Sam did a double take... the voice was vaguely familiar, particularly to Mistress after all those sessions of over the phone sex... but, could it really be?

"Yeah, it's me, the WC."

Holy shit. After all those months of avoiding a personal encounter, he had finally overcome whatever hesitation he had to make a personal appearance.  And what an appearance. He was not exactly the guy we had envisioned, though, truth be told, most of the photos he had sent to Simone were of only a certain special occasion accessory, and not his full body.

You can imagine our surprise, then when this is the guy who pops through the Yurt flap.

Apparently he had taken Suzanne's suggestion to blend in with the locals a little more effectively.

But what was more interesting was what was on display below the waist.  It seemed that the WC was willing to conform to local custom and provide a little coverage for the SOC while on the road.

Very impressive, WC. And it's obvious you've been working out.

So what explains the WC's sudden in person appearance after all these years?  It had something to do with the fact that his prior employer had left him with an un-reimbursed Amex bill, due to a sudden and unexpected shutdown. And some bills for electrical work on the installation of a new hot tub at the former employer's western ski-in, ski-out  "office".

We decided to discuss the matter in the morning, since it was getting kind of late.  We found WC some sleeping room out in the Yak shed.  Let's hope they all got along well.