slave tate’s lucky weekend.

Not only did My collared slave hit the jackpot yesterday with a surprise visit by My Mistress friend which he was totally unaware of, he then had a session with Me to look forward to today. slave tate was instructed to collect Me from home and what timing for My slave… the weather was decidedly wet. Keeping Me dry under his umbrella as I was escorted to the car only got My slave damp in the process. Ah… the life of a collared slave and the sufferance this can entail *WEG*.

To top it off, as W/we arrived at My dungeon, the decidedly wet weather became even more decidedly wet. My slave had no choice but to keep Me dry as I got out of the car and walked to the front door of My premises. slave tate would be stripping off shortly anyway so getting a little wetter would make no difference whatsoever.

After the thrill of having a short, impromptu double Mistress session yesterday, the question now was: what would I do with My slave today?

I opted to continue the theme of footstool as My slave’s concentration was on Shereba’s legs yesterday and now it was time to bring his focus back to the divine legs of his Goddess *winks*.

After stripping off and presenting himself in the lounge room, he had to wait as I finished making some plunger coffee in preparation for this session. While it was brewing, I tended to My slave and first replaced his slave collar with a more appropriate posture collar and used red jute rope to secure his hands at the front by incorporating the rope in a harness like fashion around his chest. That would prevent his hands from going anywhere.

The final touch was tying his ankles together with another piece of  jute rope. Now My footstool was ready as was My coffee. As I relaxed with My coffee and My book, slave tate had the privilege of admiring My gorgeous, natural coloured fully fashioned stockings with black seams. Every now and again he got to feel My nylons against his skin.

As I finished My coffee, made an important phone call and completed reading a chapter of My book, My fingers were simply itching to torment My slave’s nipples. To begin with I had not fully decided whether I would allow slave tate to have a second orgasm but the longer I teased him, the more generous I began to feel. Who knows when I may feel as generous again *smiles*.

With My decision made, My fingers could concentrate on the task at hand (pun intended) and without losing rhythm, they maintained a barrage of nipple teasing until slave tate could take no more and somehow managed to have another intense orgasm. I jokingly stated to My slave that if he kept this up at this rate, soon there would be very little seed left to expel!!!

A most pleasant interlude for My collared slave and without wasting time, he was dressed and ready to return Me home where maid marian would be put to work, but not until My slave had eaten some lunch first.

maid marian was very keen to try out her new white custom fit corset and there was no reason why this could not happen today. Not that I told her that… I kept her guessing until she was dressed in her hobble skirt uniform *wicked grin*.

My maid’s feelings about her new corset have been well described in her blog and I will make no attempt to replicate those thoughts here.