The WC Enters Judgment in the Case of Mick vs. Molly

Aisha, you will be happy to know that Molly and Mick restored the natural order of things yesterday: it was back to our usual two-a-day rhythm. I know you were concerned that maybe we have lost a step. Hopefully with a three day weekend ahead of us, Slave can work his back into shape. With the NFL season in apparent jeopardy, this may be all the entertainment we get this summer and fall.

Morning sex was a little brisk, if only because Slave had been in abstinence mode for all of 24 hours. After the blogging was done – with a big assist from our Science Correspondent – I made sure there was plenty of time to worship and then take my own pleasure from my beloved Mistress, who was still snoozing when I climbed the stairs.

She decided to stay home a little later than me – not for a date with the WC, but to get those lovely nails attended to before the holiday weekend – so she reminded me of my duty.

“I think it’s a cage day for you, Slave….”

I guess I was hoping to slip that through, but dutifully got out my apparatus, did the schmushing of balls and cock through the tight ring, and presented the open lock to Mistress to shut me down for the day.

“Good, Slave….now I know you won’t be getting into any trouble.”

No doubt.

Both of us had busy days, so there was no stop-by for worship. But when I got home, that was a different story.

The Sullen teens were there at the garage door, waiting for me. Not to greet their beloved father, but to demand the car keys, with that “what tok you so long” look on their faces.

“We’re going to the mall….”

And I must say I was not too disappointed to learn they would be gone for a while. I waited for Mistress in her “Executive Suite”, and soon she was home too. We aborted plans for a bike ride. Why miss this empty nest window of opportunity?

Mistress made sure she was suitably worshipped before she reached for the key to unlock my cage. I mean, what better way to assure a job well done. She had even been kind enough to toss a pillow on the floor to accommodate my ancient knees.

But then she had some other plans for me.

“Just stand there Slave, while I play with my cock”.

So there I was standing by the side of the bed, as she leaned in, her warm lips and tongue stroking and sucking at my only recently liberated equipment, until I was fidgeting a bit, begging for the chance to fuck her.

“So impatient Slave…. don’t you like this….”

“Ohhh…. I like it Mistress…..very much”

My cock was full, dripping no doubt. But she was in no hurry. She seemed to savor the taste.

Those recently manicured nails were dragging soft tracks along my balls, as my cock filled her mouth.

Argh.

“I like it when I make you squirm, Slave.”

“ So glad it pleases you Mistress.”

But soon – thankfully - she relented, allowing me to join her in bed.

By now I was a little disoriented. I think I’d forgotten that she had already been pleasured with my tongue and lips, so I settled between her legs for worship, part deaux. She didn’t bother to stop her devoted Slave.

But after she’d come again, she did give me permission to fuck her, and I made sure I used the opportunity to full measure.

It wasn’t until after we had rested a bit that I brought up the topic of today’s headline. The “remedy” that His Honor, the WC had imposed after two weeks of deliberations.

It has been a while since Mistress breached her contractual Switch Day obligations, by removing those nasty clothespins without permission. We were getting close to that “justice delayed is justice denied” tipping point. Part of the delay was my fault, since I was gone last Sunday morning. But I think the WC was enjoying his role as the impartial “decider” in this case that he took his own damn time to draft a decision. Plus he needed to get the official tattoo.

So here it is, hot off the presses back in his high mountain court house, where the black robes are worn “commando”, and need to be dry cleaned frequently to remove those unsightly semen stains:

ORDER RE:

REMEDY FOR BREACH OF CONTRACT

THE COURT, being fully advised, and after carefully weighing all the evidence, case law and statutes cited by the parties:

Hereby rules as follows:

The Court has previously held that the Defendant Molly Collins was in flagrant violation of the contract she freely entered into with the Plaintiff Mick Collins. The court also ruled that she was guilty of gloating about the fact that she put one over on the Plaintiff.

The Plaintiff, has asked this Court to fashion a remedy in Equity, for the breach of contract. Both parties agree the contract did not contain a remedy for such a flagrant breach. This Court, as a Court of both Law and Equity, having proper authority, hereby makes the following findings of fact.

1) The Defendant, Molly Collins did without permission remove the clothes pins from her nipples on switch day.

2) The Defendant did gloat about the fact that she removed the pins to the Western Correspondent.

3) The Court finds that the Defendant is as CRAFTY AS THEY COME and is prone to WHINING and WHEEDLING.

The Court in HIS infinite wisdom crafts the following remedy:

This Sunday the 29th day of May in the year 2011,

The Plaintiff, Mick Collins, shall place the Defendant, Molly Collins,

In suitable bondage to accomplish the following punishment:

Plaintiff shall bring the Defendant, to the verge of orgasm as many times as he likes (but no fewer that 10 times.)

The Plaintiff may use any method he likes including, but not limited to, vibrators, fingers, mouth, penis, dildos or butt plugs.

The Plaintiff may have as many orgasms as he likes, but after the Defendant, has been brought to the edge the requisite amount of times,

She will not be permitted to have an orgasm, but rather will have to wait till at least 4.00 PM Eastern standard time on Sunday the 29th day of May, 2001 to gain "relief."

During the switch day tease and denial the Plaintiff may also freely spank, crop, paddle, cane, strap, the Defendant to his heart’s content.

The Court also rules that when switch day is over, Defendant may exact ANY revenge she chooses.

It is Hereby ordered:

HIS HONOR

THE WC


Thank you, your honor.

At last, Justice will be done.

And, if I might add, with all due respect, while you may have quite a "special occasion" sword, it is not particularly swift.