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La biancheria intima delle foto è di Madame, esclusa la foto con il corsetto (o quel che è) indossato.

Quella è della Signora, Protagonista. Il domestico che ha stesa (e lavata) la biancheria di Madame è il Suo schiavo. Anche i fiori sono di Madame. E qui c'è lo zampino dello "schiavo Agrario."

Le culottes sul tappeto sono il delizioso modo di Madame.... divino, di lasciare la Sua biancheria in giro, a beneficio... dello Schiavo.

 

Mistress Plays the Tease  

J's "love shack" is in a tony, more rural part of our region, with big homes rolling hills and a nearby bike trail that has Mistress going gaga -

"I've told J that I may be more into the bike riding over here than the sex, Slave...."

"That's a little cruel, Mistress.... I'm sure you enjoy both ....."

But she clearly is feeling increasingly at home at what had been a rather spartan "bachelor pad" just a few weeks ago. And I do think in her devious way, she likes to tease us both with her brazen behavior.

Last night we headed there after work, my bike on board. She had left her bike there earlier in the week, along with a tooth brush and some other essentials.

"An interesting way to mark your territory, Mistress....."

She just gave me that "Moi?" look.








Once we arrived, I lingered in the drive, unloading my bike and sliding the wheel on. By the time I came inside, Mistress had already shed her pants and thong, which found a nice little resting place in his "living room", as shown above.

I think it may still make J a little uncomfortable when Mick is around that Mistress is so clearly "at ease" around him. And of course, Mistress seems to take some twisted pleasure in exploiting this discomfort for her own amusement.

So when I stepped out of the bathroom, where I changed into my riding shorts, Mistress was languishing in her black shorts, but bare breasted.

She had somehow persuaded J to launder her riding clothes left behind earlier in the week, but her jersey was still unaccounted for.

Ultimately, J found it on a heap of yet to be cleaned bed linens at the foot of her bed.  And I couldn't help turn the knife a little.

"Mistress, could it be that J was using that aromatic remnant of you in bed this week .... sort of as a reminder of the "benefits" you provide here...."

J rolled his eyes, as Mistress joined in.  "Sort of like I had you sleep with some of my lingerie when we were commuting, Slave...."

"That's sort of what I had in mind...."

Despite the fact that her jersey seemed a little "soiled" she slipped into it, and soon we were off on what turned into a long and exhilarating ride.  About 10  miles into it, we stopped for dinner in a little riverside town, where we enjoyed some beer (Mistress had wine) and a meal.

Clearly, Mistress was enjoying her Friday night "date" with her husband and lover.

"This is pretty nice, having two men wining and dining me.... I feel a little selfish."

Sometime in the evening, we finally got word via a curt text that our cute Co-ed would be spending the night with a friend in the City, which opened up some new options.  We didn't want her asking questions if her Dad came home without her Mom on a Friday night. A little "sketchy", as she might put it.

Mistress took me aside, "Slave,  J would like me to spend the night .... is that OK?"

Well of course it was not something she needed "permission" for was it?  But it was nice of her to ask, and of course she got my blessing.

By the time we finished our long ride back at the "love shack"  it was nearly dark.  I reloaded my bike, and J decided to take a quick trip to the nearby grocery for some provisions.

"Mick will keep me company while you're gone, J."

So there we were, alone in the her lover's comfortable home.

Could we resist?

Uhhh..... what do you think.

Soon Mistress had eased out of her sweaty riding shorts, and Slave was on his knees, on front of J's couch, giving her a little warm-up for what was surely to come.

After she was (temporarily) satisfied, Slave reminded me that the "no touch" rule remained in effect, and that she would see me in the morning, when I might get the chance I was already anxious for -- to fuck her brains out, so to speak.

I figured it was time for me to go. But Mistress had one more task for me.

She pulled off the jersey she'd been wearing, and was now completely nude.

"Slave, why don't you take these dirty things with you and put them in the wash?"

"Happily, Mistress...."

And that's how things were as I went to the door, just as J was returning.

I think he was a little surprised to see Mistress in the threshold there, kissing me good bye, completely naked, and ready to turn her undivided attention to him.

She is quite a tease, isn't she?

 

 Walk of Shame, Pomp and Circumstance

 

The nice thing about Mistress staying overnight with her lover is the hot reunion sex that is sure to follow here at the UCTMW World HQ.

I woke early, as always, and then, after writing the blog, ran through a list of chores that had piled up during the week: mow the lawn, replace some burned out lightbulbs, a little grocery shopping, some air in a tire, that sort of thing.

Keeping busy.

But when Mistress arrived home at around 11:15 - J dropped her off - I was there for her "walk of shame", as she slid into the house in the same cute skirt and top that she left in Friday morning.

"I guess I should keep a change of clothes there, huh?"

"I don't know, Mistress you looked nice in that outfit yesterday.... and just as nice today."

Of course, Mistress knew I was horny for her. And her sense of devotion kicked in....

"Want to have sex, Slave?"

"I was hoping, Mistress...."

"Then go put in your device.... (the aneros).... I do so love what it does to your cock...."

Of course, any additional stimulation would be overkill at this point, more than 24 hours after my last chance to partake of her seductive flesh.  But I was not going to argue, and lubed the little sucker up. Inserting in sent a quick jolt to my cock, that had be semi-hard even before I settled in between Mistress's thighs for some worship as she read the morning's entry here.

"How do I taste, Slave...."

"An interesting mix of flavors, Mistress...."

I didn;t do a full debriefing, since I was so anxious to fuck her, but I did get the impression that Mistress had gotten some oral attention from J last night after I had gotten "first dibs" before leaving them alone last night.

"He likes my taste as much as you do, Slave...."

"You have us both pretty well trained, don't you?"

She just giggled, as I brought her to one slow building cum with my lips and tongue. And, once she was satisfied, Slave was finally given permission to exploit my husbandly privileges.

Ahhhhh.....

The rest of the day was pretty laid back.

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