"i got the job", I call as i come into the house, "i got it!.  Start a week from Monday!
	Very good, I knew you would.  Now we can take the long weekend,  Your eyes have a strange gleam to them and the bow of Your smile has a slightly evil cast to it.  We can leave tomorrow, get back Tuesday and still have lots of time for you to rest up.
	"Okay, where did You say we were going?  Rudioso, New Mexico?  Isn't that a ski lodge?”
	"Yep, we have the cross-country skis and I am going to try it at least once before they rot."  You call as You head to the bedroom to start packing.
	Moving towards the kitchen, i begin thinking off what to fix for dinner.  After serving You supper and cleaning up the kitchen, it is my turn to go pack.  You have taken three suitcases, but knowing how cold You get, i don't give it much thought.  Picking up my bag and throwing a few sweaters, long handles, trousers, and  shaving kit, i am done.  Looking at the clock it is almost 9 p.m., where did the time go.  Knowing it is an eight hour drive, i ask if there is anything You would like before turning in. 
	"No," You pause from talking on the phone.  "I'm going to sit up and watch some TV and putter so I can take a little nap during the trip."  Again, the smile that says I know something you don't.

	The trip is relatively uneventful, except for Your normal teasing.  We arrive at the lodge around 3 PM after having stopped for a leisurely lunch and walk through a mall off the interstate to stretch our legs.  As i fuss with the bags, You go into the lodge, by the time i get into the lodge, You are waiting with the key in Your hand and that look in Your eyes.  I feel that stirring inside, knowing what that look means.
	After depositing and unpacking the packs You call me out of the bathroom where i am placing my shaving kit.
	"slut, here!" You are pointing to the floor in front of Your feet.
	At the risk of breaking my neck, i scramble to get to where You are pointing.  Kneeling in front of You, knees spread wide, buttocks on my heels, hands behind me in the small of my back, head erect and staring straight ahead, i answer, " Mistress Wife?"
	"you are such a wimpy slut, but I love you any way," speaking softly as You fumble to place something around my neck.  "There now," as You finish clasping the dog collar in place, and turn it so a large tag is hanging in front. "Now, pleasure me before supper.  And if you do it well enough, I may have a treat for you."
	You peel off the skin tight spandex that You had been wearing but leave Your t-strap on, and sit on the edge of the bed and point to Your toes.
	Knowing what is expected, gently i take each to into my mouth and caress them with my tongue, warming and teasing them, then the instep and the heel of the foot.  When You have had enough, You trace a line on Your leg with Your finger up to the knees, pause and the remove the hand.  i kiss my way to Your knees and again caress and love the area with tongue and lips.  Again the finger traces a line up to the edge of the panties.  Again the kisses up the imaginary line that You have painted.  When i reach the edge of Your panties i begin kissing and nibbling at them, up and down one side then the other.  You sigh as You fall back onto the bed and place Your feet on my shoulders.  Once more the fingers points, on the outside of the panties, on the center of Your Womanhood.  
	Knowing that i am to bring Your release through the panties, i begin rubbing, nipping and breathing heavily through the thin fabric.  my  reward is the dampness of Your arousal and the fragrance of Your heat.  It is only a few moments until You cum.  Your hips rise up and You pull my head into Your crotch and grind against it.  As the waves subside, You grab my hair and lift my head until i am looking into Your eyes.
	"I love you" You murmur, "now let me get cleaned up."  You push me away and because You haven't said otherwise, i assume the position.  Looking over Your shoulder as You head into the bathroom, You giggle, pause come back, remove Your panties and place them over my head, the crotch over my nose and lips.
	"Now be a good little slut and stay here and think of what I might do to reward You tonight." And You turned, off to a steaming shower to finish relaxing the travel out of You.  

	Once out of the shower, you have me place he one bag You hadn't already unpacked on the bag stand nest to the television.  
	"Go get cleaned up," you say as You begin to open the bag.  "You understand what I want?"
	"Mistress?"
	"I mean I want clean and smooth, belt line down, understand?"
	i understand perfectly now, "Yes Mistress, slut understands what You wish."
With that i turn and head for the shower, pulling the door almost closed. Dig through my shaving kit until finding the bottle of Nair.  What Mistress expects is for me to be free of all hair from the waist down, not just the crotch and crack of sluts ass.  Slathering it on, i wash my hands and begin brushing my teeth while waiting long enough for it to work.  Stepping into the shower, tuning it on to warm, i wonder what Mistress has in store.  She hasn't had me shave nude in some time now, so it will be different.  After the shower, I cold cream my face to ensure a shave that leaves my face nothing less than babies ass smooth.  Again, i dare not risk giving Her whisker burns if that is to be Her pleasure.  The last time i did, she gave me twenty strokes every night after getting home and again before going to bed for as long as She was uncomfortable with the burn.  Fortunately it was only three days, but She promised far worse if it ever happened again.
	Wrapping the towel around me, i step into the other room, She is just finishing dressing, there are clothes laid out for me and there is a knock at the door.  "Room Service ..."
	Well, don't stand there like a twit, answer it, it's supper." And She turns to finish putting on Her earrings.
	Wrapped in a towel only, i open the door for the room service, he is a college kid working at the lodge on weekends.  Dark hair, longish, wavy, dark complexion from a lot of times in the out of doors, and a lean physique.  He glances at me nods, nonchalantly, after all this is his senior year and he has seen most everything here the last four years.  His eyes stop and open appreciatively as he sees Her.
	She has dressed to go to the disco in the lodge, and as with most lodges, this one is predominately a singles bar.  A deep sapphire blue blouse, open low enough to give an ample view of the tops of Her breasts, a dress of the same color in pleats covers and bottom, but not far enough to prevent the tops of Her stockings and garters from showing if she moves abruptly.  And if you had ever seen Her dance it is definitely abrupt, and very, very, hot. Sometimes even nasty.  Her platform heels with the seven inch heels complete her outfit.
	"Here, may I have it?" She holds Her hand out for the room service bill to sign. As she signs, she lifts one leg onto the suitcase on the floor to allow her to use her upper thigh as a writing tablet.  The tops of the thigh above the dark hose tops are plainly visible.
	Looking up with a smile, she hands the bill back and then bends at the waist to get something out of Her purse, again, the tops of the thigh above the dark hose tops are plainly visible. She stands, and hands him a bill and asks when room service quits.
	"One AM," says, still staring at Her. "But¼"
	"Thank you, I just was asking." She turns and goes over to the suitcase still on the bed.
	The hunk leaves and I am still standing at the door as if nothing happened.
	"Get dressed, " She says.  It's almost seven and I want something to eat before we go boogie." She flips back the towel that was laid on the bed onto the floor and revels what She has chosen for me that evening.  Charcoal gray flannel trousers, a pink broad cloth shirt with button down collar and my loafers.  But it is the other things that give me pause.  She has a garter belt of bright red lace and hose, a pair of silk full cut panties and a small black sating bag.  
"Hurry up pokey, " She chides. As she hands me the garter belt and hose.
Slipping them on, careful not to get a run, 
	She stops me from continuing and says, "Let's eat, I am famished."
	She lifts the covers to the trays, there is a salad, cracked crab and steamed broccoli, a couple of dinner rolls and a small carafe of blush wine on one tray, the other has two jars of baby food, boiled cabbage and a bottle of water.  Knowing again that this is to be something different, i seat Her and place the napkin across the tops of Her stockings since the dress in this position doesn't cover them.  She points to the floor next to her, assuming the position She hands my plate down and sets it on the floor in front of me.
	"you may use your hands and silverware" She says as She begins to eat Hers.  Since She has given me no silverware, i wait.  About half way She glances down, smiles and says, "good slut, you really do seem to be trainable." And She continues on until She is finished.  She hands her used utensils down to me next to Her on the floor.
	"Are these what You are waiting for?"
	"Yes Mistress¼"
	"And?"
	"Mistress Wife, may slut have permission to eat now?
	"Yes, you may, but don't dwaddle. "
	The cabbage is cold as is the baby food, but after the long afternoon and not knowing what She has planned for the evening.  It doesn't take long to finish.
	"Mistress Wife," she has been watching as i eat.  "May slut have Your permission to finish getting dressed?"
	"Yes," She replies, reaching for the black bag.  "But first, present."
	Standing, i turn to face away from Her at a slight angle, bend at the waist and extend my hands until the are grasping my ankles.
"Mistress Wife, slut awaits Your pleasure," the response She wants whenever i have to present.
	"Very nice, " rubbing Her hand up and down my ass cheeks.  "Very good," She seems to pause as She delivers a short series of swift slaps on both cheeks.  
	She pauses, "Gee looks so uncomfortable, maybe a little lotion will help." 
	I feel a dollop of  something on Her finger being placed on the star of my slut-hole.  At first it is cold, then it starts to warm to the point where it burns. Trying very hard not to squirm, as She places a second item to the start, i am unable to tell whether it is cold or for that matter, even if it is Her fingertip for the burning sensation.  She pushes and i feel that it is not Her finger.  She pushes again and i feel like my breath has been pulled out of my lungs.  She has penetrated me before, even raped my slut-hole for Her satisfaction, but never has She put anything that seems this large in me.
	She slaps my ass cheeks again and says, "get dressed you little wuss, it's only an expandable but plug.  You know I don't like it when you pass gas and you'll have plenty tonight after supper."
Getting dressed in the silk panties, the trousers, shirt and loafers is different with the plug spreading my slut-hole.  I glance at the clock by the bed, it is nine thirty, the club has been open a while and this is the time when the "bad kids" come out to play.  All of the good boys and girls are already home.
	Touching up Her lipstick and fluffing at Her hair one more time, She reaches over and twists my nipple through the shirt.
	"C'mon, let's boogie."  I follow Her out the door, She places the room card in Her purse and heads off down the hall to the sound of the music, me in tow, trying to walk normally with the plug up my ass and my worm twitching in front.
