.Land of the Sylphs

Window of Opportunity

We're always awake when Master rises.  He walks softly down the stairs so as not to wake up anyone else.  We've been in our cages since bedtime, so we're good and ready for the day to start.

It's usually dark outside when he opens our cages.  Always the same order, my blue cage first, then her pink one.  I get a manly pat on the back, Sara gets kissed on top of her head.  She gets more attention than I do and that's fine.  Master thinks that by greeting me first, he'll fool us.

He carries us to the kitchen.  Then we stand on the table while he makes breakfast.

Today, he made an omelet in the microwave.  When he scooped food out for us, he made sure that we got some of the bacon bits floating in the egg.

We started eating while he ran out for the paper.  Then we walked across the funnies while he told us what was wrong with all the people on the front page.

It was an election year, and a lot of people were promising to take the Bible into the Oval Office with them. Master called them all crosstitutes, and went on at length about how religion should be a private matter, not a lure for voters.

Sara thought Master would find that morning's 'Living With The Weirdo' funny and pointed it out to him.  He did laugh, but not at the panel we found funniest.

There was a discussion about the day.  No one had any appointments, but dinner might be a little delayed because of a basketball game.

Then there was the pat and kiss goodbye.  He went off to work.  And we were alone.

"Come on!" Sara shouted, jumping to the drapes and sliding to the floor.  I was already running when she called.

We had a small window of opportunity before Mistress and the Kids got up.  Sara's plan was to make love in every room of the house.

And small as sylphs are, there are a lot of rooms in a house.

We were up to the tenth step on the stairs. She was two levels ahead of me as we climbed.  Run the length of the step, jump to the wall, push off and sideways.  Land.  Turn and run to the far wall, repeat as necessary.

She was standing against the riser when I caught up with her.  She pulled her skirt all the way up to her shoulders and smiled.  "Come here," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered.  I kissed her and rubbed her breasts, squeezing and twisting.  She pushed my shorts down and grabbed my cock.

Our foreplay had been the hour before Master woke up, standing in our cages and saying what we'd like to do.  Hands on the bars at all times.

I grabbed her ass and lifted her up.  Her bare ass squeaked against the varnished wood as I got her high enough to suck one nipple, then the other.

"That's good, good," she gasped.  "But now, now, now."  I lowered her slowly, pulling the nipple with my lips as long as I could, then let it fall.  She squirmed a bit, trapping my cock and working it inside.  I lowered her a bit more then started to pump up into her.

"Oooooh," she moaned.  That's when Mistress' alarm went off.  "Nine minutes," she said in my ear.  A lifetime.  I started a long, slow push.

We both heard the distinct click of Mistress turning her alarm off.  Not hitting the snooze button.  All bets were off.

"EEP!" Sara cried.  "Hurry!"  I was already increasing my tempo, pumping her as hard and fast as I could manage.  She started to sound little yips of pleasure.  I covered her mouth with mine to muffle them.

The floorboards above us creaked as her owner passed by, headed for the kids' rooms then the bathroom.  The danger of discovery added a bit of thrill to our mating.  Sara's nails dug into my shoulders.  She sucked hard on my tongue.  And squeezed me.

She pulled back a bit from my face and whispered, "Now!"  I stopped holding back and we came, together.  Just as my cock exploded, Mistress stepped to the top of the stairs and called our names. 

"MMmph!" I grunted into Sara's hair.  It was difficult not to respond.  Years of training made us mostly obedient.  But if she leaned out a bit and glanced down... 

"Must be in the kitchen," Mistress muttered and went to take her shower.  We slumped together, then slowly parted.  I pulled my pants up, she pulled her skirt down.

And we leaned on the riser.

The oldest kid thundered up the hallway and took the stairs two at a time.  He'd just remembered he needed to pack a lunch for a field trip that day.

His foot missed us by inches.  Big inches from our point of view.  No risk of death.  That would have been scary.  Not scary in the same way as the risk of being caught, of course....

"I got it," I said.   I jumped down the stairs in his wake.  He was dithering in front of the fridge when I ran into the kitchen.

"Get your lunchbox," I called.  "And the gel pack from the freezer."

"Right, right," he nodded.  He started collecting and assembling.  I climbed the rope ladder to the counter and made sure he had all the required elements of a meal.

Then I sent him off to change out of his pajamas.

Second breakfast came around and we each got a flake of cereal.  Sara sat by Mistress' bowl and they talked about her day ahead.  I watched the boys and tried to head off any fights.

Then Mistress carried us to our cages.  I got a kiss on my head, Sara got two kisses on her face.  Mistress doesn't care if we know who her favorite is.

Then there were goodbyes and 'don't forget your lunchbox' and the TV remote was placed by my cage (Odd days, I get control).

And we were alone.  I collapsed on my mat. "Oh, that was close.  One step higher, she'd have seen us."

"Yeah," Sara said with all too much gusto.  "So, tomorrow?  Eleven?"

"Aw, please?  Leave the top two for the weekend.  Sunday.  Please? I'm begging, here."

"I'll think about it," she replied.  I wasn't looking but I could hear her evil smile.  She's in charge of our window of opportunity.

But then, I'm in charge of the cage sex.  After I recovered, I stood up and grabbed the bars.  "Now.  I want you to strip."

"Yes, Master," she said.  She obeyed. 

"And push your breasts out through the bars."

"They're cold!" she pouted.

"Yep."

"You're really going to make me?"

"I am."

She squeezed them through and let them hang on the other side.  I licked my lips, remembering sucking on them.

"You're beautiful," I said.

She laughed.  "Why can't you ever whisper sweet nothings in my ear, while you can reach my ear?"

"Because we're in a hurry.  Now.  Reach your hands through the bars.  No!  Two bars down.  That's it.  Can you touch your breasts?"

"Barely," she said.  She stroked the undersides with her fingertips.  "Can I move up one bar?"

"No."

She sighed.  "Yes, Master."

"Good girl," I told her.  "Now, here's what I want you to do...."