No doubt you’ve heard the phrase before. Here’s a definition from the “Urban Dictionary”:
“A term to describe the moment when something that was once great has reached a point where it will now decline in quality and popularity.
Origin of this phrase comes from a Happy Days episode where the Fonz jumps a shark on water skis.”
We can all think of that moment, and often they are only seen in the rear view mirror:
For Blockbuster, it was the advent of Netflix.
For the record industry it was the I-Pod.
For Rick Perry, it was the day he got into the GOP Presidential race.
For the Office it was Jim and Pam’s wedding.
Well folks, after some deliberation, both before and after having some thrilling wake up sex this morning, Molly and Mick have concluded that UCTMW officially jumped the shark with Home Cuming weekend.
It was a thrill. It was pressing any number of boundaries for us. But it also created a security risk that probably requires us to close down shop here, at least for a while.
And, quite frankly, we can’t figure anyway to one up ourselves after those three “episodes”.
Yikes.
What a weekend.
And maybe it's time.
The purpose of the blog, and the contract it arose from, was to cement Mistress’s sense of security and trust with her Slave.
That Mission seems to have been accomplished. We are both in a good, happy and trusting place together.
And some new adventures await that will clearly sap some of our blogging time over the next few months: Mistress starts a new career phase in about 10 days. No doubt the hours will be longer and the tasks more challenging until she gets her arms around this new opportunity.
For Mick…. Well we are already deep into the next election cycle, and that will be taking more of my mental and physical energy, as well as keeping my day job viable.
So maybe we should count on spending a little more time in bed together in the mornings, and a little less time at the key board.
Of course, the Contract remains in effect.
“You will still be my Slave, won’t you?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
Don’t worry. We won’t disappear altogether. You will still be getting our comments on your blogs. And maybe we can finally persuade our Senior Correspondent to do a “spin off” that the rest of you can follow. She can be the Rhoda to Mary Tyler Moore. Or something.
WC and B are still invited to visit us in our Mountain Branch office. (Any bets on whether they will ever make it?)
Who knows, when the dust settles here, there could by a new version of UCTMW – in some other guise or name – to pick up where we left off. You will be among the first to know all about it.
So after nearly 2 years (we started mid-November 2009) of (just about) daily entries, and more than 450,000 accumulated page views:
Rarely do I post. While I may have a “leadership role” in our bizarre little enterprise, this is Mick’s domain. Recent developments necessitate my words.
Donna and Bill are (far and away) two of the most real and warmest folks we have ever met. The Under Contract world led us to one another. I am certain that we will be lifelong friends.If nothing else, our foray into the “sex” blog trade has introduced us to individuals who have positively impacted our lives. Donna and Bill personify that definition.
Now, WC, You know darn well how we feel about you and importantly that you have helped me tremendously. You too are a lifelong compadre. And yes, I do want to experience your massive special occasion cock. Bring it on!
Francoise, WOW! When Mick determined to find a “friend,” he found right with you. You have turned out to be more than we could have ever hoped for. You have provided across-the-board stimulation to us. I have dubbed you the sex fairy. Your prowess, wit, good taste and sense of adventure/pleasure is unrivaled.
With regard to sex readers, I know that it you come to read about sex…but that is the story for Mick to tell. I enjoy it immensely and the last four days have delivered more that I could have ever anticipated. It satisfied on all levels.
For me it is about connections, always has been. Intimacy is big with me and that is physical, mental, emotional and psychological. Mick is the love of my life – as the WC has told me again and again; Mick and I do have a great love affair.
Has it always been perfect? Heck no. We came together all of those year’s ago around sex and then had life to contend with. We raised four girls, worked ourselves to the bone, acquired too much real estate and other “stuff”, traveled well, made good friends and enjoyed each other (still do, always will) Or as a crazy Republican Campaign slogan in the late 60’s once ranted, “Now more than ever.”
I would not be the wife of Mick Collins if I lacked the ability to weave politics into each and every maneuver.
Table Stakes, readers. Table Stakes.
But our lives now (at this moment) are the best ever. And I am ever so grateful.
What all of you (and this blog) has provided us is the ability to live with unbridled sexual optimism. Candidly, it has redefined how I think about sex – while I have always loved it, we are operating on a whole new level.
Home cuming weekend provided laughter, fun and adventure. Yes, while I was fucking DD, we laughed – we are both really cock girls.
Where does this go? Who Knows? All I know is that it feels like happiness and that is a good thing.
Mick jokes that it takes a village to satisfy me – at any rate, I am liking this village.
Love,
Molly
PS
And I am sitting in a conference room at Mick’s office writing this …where his slightly dorky, but very earnest partner keeps stopping in to talk to me…we have joked before that he adores me. And I am laughing to myself. If he only knew. And being the slut that I am…I would be happy to apply my accumulated oral skills, because why not? I’m not into denial.
I'm the sort who's body clock wakes me at the same time every morning. and it was sometime after 2:45 am when home cumming weekend post game festivities wrapped up here at the UCTMW World HQ.
And of course, there is no way I can do the evening justice in a bleary eyed, Sunday morning post.
I mean, if I started at the restaurant, where Molly, Mick and Francois met Didi (sorry Babette, you blew it!), and she went to the ladies room to don the matching butterfly vibrator Francois handed her, then I'd be here all day filling in the details of our evening and I'd miss my chance for some post orgy wake-up sex with Mistress.
So instead I thought I'd toss you a photo montage from our post meal "gathering" here at the World HQ, and let the pictures speak for themselves.... more details later dearest followers!
Here's Mistress, warming up for things to come.
Of course, it was my task to make sure Mistress, and later Didi, were sufficiently preped for Francois's pleasure. and give Francois credit for multi-tasking, knowing even when his own cock is being "fluffed" by Didi, that Mistress is on the verge and needs his iconic direction of "Now, Now, Now" before she is allowed to come from the ministrations of her Slave's well practiced tongue.
As for Didi, well, she is quite the specimen. Funny, informed, and very very strong. I'm still wondering, how did Francois find a former body builder who could bench press three three of us all at once? Obviously, the puny sports wrap he had brought could not hold her.
Indeed, for someone who claimed that she was interesting in playing the submissive, it wasn't long before she seemed to be in charge of the evening's proceedings.
I was happy to be a role player: doing my best to worship both of the lovely women. But I found that with my head buried between thighs. and lavishing attention on clean shaven cunts, I missed some of the action unfolding around me.
I heard exclamations about hot wa on nipples, and ice cubes stuffed up cunts, but have no direct eye witness knowledge to report on. Next time we may want to attach a small video camera to one of the cats, who both were hovering nearby. Hopefully they were not traumatized.
At some point, after Mistress mercifully unlocked my cock cage, I was directed to retrieve the strap on and a selection of dildos. A riding crop too, though Francois ruled that what I came back with was not a crop at all but some sort of dressage whip.
Details, details.
At first it was unclear who would be using the strap on on who. (Or is it whom?). I must say I was a little sheepish about being put on display as the receptacle. But things turned out quite well. Mistress did an excellent job with it on Didi, after we adjourned to a bedroom.
By now it was Didi's birthday, and my switch day. She was treated to quite a nice strap-on fucking by Mistress (I believe it may have been a first for both of them). And to add a little spice, I gave Mistress a nice spanking to help them both get to suitably robust cums. (Now that I think of it, we should have given Didi the birthday spanking too!)
As they cuddled and fondled in bed, Francois and I realized we had become redundant, and adjourned downstairs for some coffee. What a shame there was no billiard room and cigars to end our evening.
When we came back upstairs, Didi was displaying another unique talent (other than the ability to kick all of our asses). She was executing a marvelous massage on Mistress, and soon was spreading the joy to the rest of us.
This morning, as I patrolled the house, I found the detritus of our wild and crazy evening.
The above was on that bedroom floor. and below, on the arm of the living room couch. I wonder if Mistress will remember being flogged on the ass by her Slave as she rode Francois's cock and Didi squeezed her nipples?
(Don't worry, the knives are purely decorative. No "edge play" allowed at the World HQ! You have to draw a line somewhere.)
Happy Birthday Didi! Hope we made it a memorable one.
Last night was the first evening of “Home Cumming Weekend” here at the UCTMW World HQ, as organized by Francois, a bon vivant if there ever was one. Imagine Hunter S. Thompson, but at 6’5”, with a fondness and facility for gourmet food and kinky sex rather than designer drugs and southern comfort and you have a sense of what we were dealing with here last evening.
Mistress had called me during the day regarding the evolution of our evening’s plans even as we spoke.
“He’s not sure whether Babette will be a show or no show tonight, Slave… so he’s thinking maybe we cook dinner at our house tonight, then go to the restaurant tomorrow night.”
Of course, Slave was flexible on such things. This was Mistress’s evening, and she had surrendered the logistics to Francois, as a good little subby should.
But before we get into the details. I want to flash back two nights and provide you with our Senior Correspondent’s report on Wednesday’s staff conference:
The staff meeting at UCTMW World Headquarters this week went exceptionally well.
The first thing you should know is that Molly is absolutely gorgeous. She is intelligent, well read, and has a kick-ass sense of humor. She totally deserves every bit of the worship she receives from Mick, the WC and Francois!
Mick is no slouch, either, ladies. He is a fine looking man, with one of those disarming smiles that some men have at their disposal. Mick has a contagious laugh and rapier wit that make everyone around join in the fun. He totally deserves to have a beautiful woman like Molly as his partner and Domme.
Mick was the chef for the after meeting dinner event and served a delicious meal that we all enjoyed while discussing all manner of interesting thing, many having to do with sex, of course. I realized I should have suggested Bill go a bit slower with the wine when, as we dined sitting in Mick and Molly’s beautiful candlelit dining room, Bill began sharing a detailed description, accompanied by sound effects, of the ways in which the sounds I make during intercourse and BDSM scenes have changed over the years.
Although all staff members were notified of the meeting date with enough forewarning to make adjustments to schedules, both Francois and WC were conspicuously absent. Francois had suffered a tear on his foreskin, poor baby, but I think we could have taped some popsicle sticks on each side and allowed it to heal in the open air here at headquarters, don’t you? The WC, well I guess the renowned Assotologist had other asses to kiss, because he didn’t make an appearance, although he did call to say hello and talk to Bill for a bit.
WC and Francois really do live on the edge. As anyone who has been involved in the world of staff meetings or committee work knows, it is a dangerous thing to not be in attendance when assignments for the coming year are being handed out. It is not my place to discuss the changes in their job descriptions, that would be up to Mistress and Mick, but I will share that there was a fair amount of laughter when that situation was discussed.
Oh, I can’t believe I almost forgot…a special thanks to Mick for having ties attached to the bedposts in the guestroom for us. How thoughtful!
Sincerely,
Donna
We are thrilled that Bill and Donna made it to the staff conference, and also had some fun down river with ‘Nilla and Aisha. Let’s just hope that they’ve not blown out the corporate expense budget on rental vehicles, air fares, in room entertainment, sex toys, and fancy meals from portal to portal. I do trust they’ve gotten home safely by now.
Now where was I …. Ahhh, last night with Francois, Molly and Mick.
I’m only going to share a few highlights, since, well…. I slept late and Slave has his needs…..
The menu:
-Rack of Lamb cut into lollipops, dredged in marinade of cumin and other exotic spices, then broiled to perfection by Francois.
-A dessert concoction served by the spoon full featuring some strange orange dutch liquour and a dollop of whipped cream on top, and accompanied by some kama sutra chocolates Francois made himself with his x-rated molds.
Mistress was suitably restrained as her men cooked, with some interesting pink tape Francois brought along with the rack of lamb and chocolates.
The conversation:
Again, there should have been a recording secretary (Donna, you were right, you should have driven back up here yesterday). Suffice it to say we covered the gamut from genocide to the proper male to female ratio for orgasms. (Women get many), and why restaurants have hooks beneath the bar (to affix leashes).
Molly “confessed” that she had an orgasm while sucking Francois’s cock the other day without manual stimulation or penetration.
“That’s stage two, Mick…. Soon she will be at stage three, when she comes just because I’m speaking to her in French.”
Compelling.
After the main course, it seemed time for a “digestive’ before we turned to dessert.
Mick: “Why don’t you let me clean up, and you two can go upstairs and have sex.”
Mistress looked at me, a little bug eyed. I think she thought I would have a little trouble with all this…. But Mick was quite cool and very entertained (ans stimulated) by the big grin on Molly’s face when confronted by the mutual attentions of her two lovers.
Francois: “You mean I have to do all the work? You need to make her wet for me, cuk.”
Mick: “Excellent idea.”
At first Mistress seemed confused. But soon I had her removing her jeans and colorful lacy panties, and reclining in a stuffed arm chair in the corner of our dining room.
Francois gave her a spoonful of dessert, a little preview, as I devoured her sopping juices.
Mick: “Actually she’s quite wet already, Francois…. But I’m happy to verify for you….”
Mistress seemed a little embarrassed by her obvious arousal, and squirmed in the chair as I lavished her with attention as Francois looked on.
Molly: “who wouldn’t be turned on with all this talk and all these men at my beck and call.”
Who indeed.
Mistress pushed me away as she was on the verge of cumming…. Saving it for the main event I suppose, and the two went upstairs as I devoted myself to clean up duty. About 20 minutes later they were back down stairs, Mistress naked but for a lacy top, and lavishing her slave with kisses.
And so it went…. Dessert …. Then a late night visit to a downtown restaurant where Francois is a regular. So regular in fact that he turned the remote control to Mistress’s butterfly vibrartor over to an eager young waiter who had fun teasing Mistress with it until well past midnight.
It was amusing to watch those sudden jolts and squirms as he teased her, much to the amusement of the two males book ending her at the bar.
Today’s agenda: while Slave is doing some yard work, and watching his college football team, Mistress is going to visit Francois at his home. And there will be dinner out tonight.
And as for Babette? Well she may or may not show, but apparently there is a back-up.
“Oh yes…. I’ve interviewed another one. Didi. I think you two will be impressed. We need to use that other butterfly after all.”
See, you can tell Francois has a military background. Meticulous contingency planning.
Because both Molly and Mick had too early morning curtain calls on Thursday, I did not do justice to the day of our big staff meeting here at the UCTMW World HQ in yesterday's abbreviated post .
Suffice it to say that Mistress had a full day of action, and her Slave was pretty engaged too.
First there was our early morning wake up sex…. hard to recall all the details now, but I know Slave was happy.
Then I was off to work, and Mistress was Off on her morning bike ride, to be back around 10 am or so when Francois planned to make a house call.
Of course, Mistress was concerned about how to handle the damaged foreskin.Would it be an impediment?Was some special salve or treatment in order?
She called me around 11:30 or so, on her way to a lunch meeting.
“So how’d it go, Mistress?”
“It was good Slave…. I handled it with care…. He seemed capable of receiving a blow job…. Then I rode the cock a bit….”
“Sounds like no permanent damage….”
Later, after lunch Mistress stopped by for some dessert at my office.
She went on the describe a little more of her morning entertainment as I helped her out of her trousers and panties, and she settled into her throne, the chair I pushed against the door.
“can you taste anything different, Slave?”
“Hmmm…. Yes Mistress, just a hint of the exotic…. How many times did you come?”
“Probably twice, Slave….”
‘And did you have to ask permission….”
“Of course, you know the rules….”
I suppose I do, follow them myself, of course.
Mistress was off after an additional cum, delivered by my eager lips and tongue. She had to make some final preparations for our conference with our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security, who had driven up from their branch office in the bible belt for the first ever UCTMW Staff Conference.
Of course, it was a thrill to meet them. They are every bit as engaging and charming as you would imagine from their comments and postings here over the last few months.
There wasn’t too much editorial planning, just lots of good chatter and laughter, as we exchanged life stories and book recommendations.
It is refreshing to share a dinner with some folks who, unlike our Vanilla friends here in River City, can transition from a discussion of religious intolerance to how much noise their partner makes in bed.
Example:
Molly: “So do Doms just not do oral?”
Bill: “It depends….we like to get good verbal feedback…. Now, Donna, she’s always been pretty reticent when it comes to making noise… though she’s improved with training.”
Donna: “It probably came from all those years at home when I was a kid, not wanting folks to hear me when I masturbated.”
Mick: “We should have appointed a recording secretary…. I’ll never remember all this for the blog”.
Plus our cats liked them too.
At some point, while Slave was on an unexpected call with a client, Molly and Donna conferenced in the WC via telephone, so he could share in the fun.Maybe he can make it the next time in person.
Unfortunately, Francois was unable to join us. Hopefully he was rehabilitating that damaged foreskin, because we all have plans this weekend.
I did have a chance to lunch with Donna and Bill before they headed down river to visit with Aisha and ‘Nilla.Fortunately, they were able to navigate the befuddling one way streets in downtown River City to find me, and I took them to a favorite, rustic old tavern that is the oldest in the City.
Bill surprised me with one comment though.
“Mick, thanks for the hospitality…. It was so considerate to leave those ropes tied to the four corners of the bed….”
I thought for a second, then laughed.
“Oops….. I guess we had switch day in the missing daughter’s room a few weeks back, and forgot to move them….”
“But that one rope…. It’s a little bristly…. To rough for soft skin…. Maybe invest in something a little more conditioned….”
Glad to see the Director of Security conscious of Mistress’s tender skin.
We've had a very busy day here at the World HQ, highlighted by our visit from our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security. And Mistress had her own private meeting with Francois this morning to evaluate the extent of damage to his foreskin.
(Fortunately, he's an independent contractor, and not covered by our Worker's Comp policy, unlike the WC who had that whole "frozen cock" problem last year).
I'd like to provide a full report in the AM, but there are early work calls for both Mistress and Slave. Someone has to pay the bills! So I will simply leave you with this image of me, Slaving over our post-meeting dinner.
The lovely apron came courtesy of Donna. Let's just hope Bill does a better job on security than on his photography.
Here in River City, its been getting a little cooler. Mistress is not quite ready to make the shift to the tights that can drive her Slave wild. But she was wearing these rather foxy boots when I cam home Monday. I thought her fans out there would enjoy them.
And though she’s been working from home over the last few weeks, She was downtown at lunch time yesterday, so stopped by for a little in office attention from her Slave. It was a nice break for me from a rather tedious day behind the desk to close my door, pull up the chair and let her recline in her throne while I did what a Slave does best. And one upside was having her juices coating my face to remind me of her for the rest of the day.
She actually got home later than me yesterday, and when she returned I suggested we go out for dinner at a new local restaurant to celebrate our 20th Anniversary of cohabitation, and also a new client acquisition for her.
She mentioned that Francois has plans to stop by for a visit in the morning, which led to some smutty talk about what he might have in mind for her. And we called Donna to confirm the arrival time for her and Bill for tomorrow’s big staff meeting here at the UCTMW World HQ.
AS we were sipping wine and preparing our final agenda (and menu) for that big meeting, Mistress got a little text message.
“It’s Francois…. He said his foreskin has a tare….”
Yow!. This was new territory for those of us more familiar with Cocks Americaine.
Of course, this led to some speculation at his expense. At first, I wondered if he was doing what some old college football coaches do…. Diminishing expectations before the big game. Lou Holtz had a million of those poor mouthing lines at his disposal, though I don’t recall him ever complaining about a foreskin injury that could hobble his offensive line.
Donna was still on the line. When we reported this sudden injury to her she wondered whether “He’s just saying that so Molly will kiss it to make it better.” Molly punctured that balloon.
“He knows I’d be happy to kiss it with or without an injury.”
Mistress sent a text message back to Francois… “How did that happen”, but we never got a clear answer. This sent us down a list of possible suspects:
-errant zipper?
-Caught in electric razor as he was having his pubes trimmed?
-Mistakenly slid into kitchen garbage disposal?
-Mixer goes rogue while he’s making chocolate confections in the nude?
-Vacuum cleaner accident?
-Babaette has sharp teeth?
-Snagged on ring on his right hand?
Of course, the potential explanations are endless. If any of you have some suggestions, please chime in.
And of course, junky that I am, I related it to a little political history.
“Damn…. That’s right, just around the time Bill Clinton started his campaign for President.”
Dumb, huh.
For us, the more important event this week in 1991 was our mutual decision to, “go public”, move in together and make a go of it as a couple.
We’d been seeing one another since the preceding election cycle, brought together, by our mutual efforts for that short Greek guy in the tank.
There was that steamy week in Atlanta, July 1988.We still have this dorky little souvenir on our kitchen counter.
We must have sweated about 20 gallons in those long humid nights together, so thoroughly entwined it was hard to tell where one of us began and the other one ended.
Plus I got to shake JFK Jr.’s hand, and Mistress got hit on by Claiborne Pell.
That fall, the Greek lost to Mr. “Points of Light”.
Years passed. We furnished a little downtown “love nest” with a Pier One futon bed and cast off furniture, meeting for lunch, or on Sunday mornings. Mistress was the one in the ropes in those days.
We had our ups and downs. She probably dumped me half a dozen times. It was hard, married to other people as we were.
But somehow, that magnetic attraction, and an inextinguishable love prevailed, and overcame.
By the summer of 1991, Mistress found herself with child.We knew it was time to put up or shut up.
So we developed a scheme (as they’d call it in London) that requiredcoordinated disclosures, and escape from our respective domestic arrangements.
And of course it was hard.
Very hard.
Both of our spouses claimed they had no clue. (Hard to believe, even now.) Mine took it harder than Molly’s. And there were my two daughters to tell, and reassure that I would still be in their lives.
Very hard stuff.
My late brother became a co-conspirator, at least to the extent of offering us shelter that first night on the lam from our first marriages.And I can still recall the sublime pleasure of coming together with Molly that night in his guest room, 20 years ago today, after the news finally had been broken.
Our lives had profoundly changed. There was joy, relief, and guilt, and a good helping of fear about how things would resolve themselves.
But sliding into bed together, finally public after years of furtive couplings, was a joy that is hard to express, even now, 20 years on.
In many ways it seems so long ago, and still, only yesterday.
That child Molly was carrying is now a freshman Co-ed, as lovely as her Mom.Another one came along, born only a week after I finally concluded what became a very unpleasant divorce. Now she’s discovering how to use the train system in Europe with her international friends.
I will always be grateful that my two older daughters stuck with me, and remain very close.
And here Molly and I are, still together, closer than ever, enjoying our empty nest, so much water under the bridge, but looking forward to adventures a plenty in the years to come.
Here at the UCTMW World HQ our switch day got somewhat hijacked Sunday.
Just as I was about to come upstairs and “do my worst” to Mistress she was heading down the stairs.Our sullen teen #2, off in Europe for the school year, was on Skype. Lucky for us, She had finally found the time to talk to her Mother about the processing of her many college applications, which needs to occur over the next month or so. And so Switch Day was suspended, since every now and then the obligations of parenting rear their head, even in this empty nest.
What ensued was a long, cute rambling conversation that lasted on and off through the morning and afternoon. Subjects rangedfrom where to apply, what her essays would cover, the new Amazon I-pad knock-off, and how her “girls” (the two gray cats left behind) were doing.
The technology that allows your daughter’s head to appear before you from Europe, and look all over our living room is pretty amazing. Grandma stopped by to say hello. We got a chance to talk to her temporary “mom” and “sister”, who passed through the scene. And she seemed a little disappointed not to be able to join me and her older sister as we headed off to watch the local NFL team stage an improbable last second victory.
“Could you bring a lap top to the game, set it on the seat, and let me watch too?”, she asked, probably only half in jest.
But don’t feel too sorry for Molly and old mick.There was a break in the trans-continental chatter when our daughter paused for one of those grand European Sunday lunches with her extended family.Of course, we had to fit in a bike ride too.
But there was also time for a brief respite in our bed. And at least to replicate switch endeavors, I reached under the bed for the trusty Hitachi Magic wand.
Mistress’s eyes lit up. Her power tool had been gathering a little dust of late.
She laid back, and I slid the churning device, set on low between those strong and smooth thighs, which she spread wide for me without even the benefit of a little rope.
Soon she was squirming, her hips rising off the bed to follow the wand when I eased it up just a bit.
She does wanton oh so well.
“Do I need to ask permission, Slave….”
That’s SOP here on switch day, but I sense that Francois is programming this notion even deeper with his on going “conditioning” of her.I will be interested to see if he can achieve the Holy Grail, and make Mistress cum on command.
“I think that’s the protocol, Mistress.”
And yes, soon the squirming reached a crescendo, and she begged.
“Please, may I come, Slave….”
I am pretty indulgent, so I did not withhold consent…. Just a beat….
“Yes, Mistress…. Go for it….”
And within seconds, she tipped over the top, moaning and thrusting against the tool like a horny little slut.
Nice show, Mistress.
After she came down, she turned her attention to my work-a-day cock, deploying the oral skills that she has been focusing on of late to turn me into the one who was begging.
Mistress was still feeling a little under the weather yesterday morning, but after I worshiped her as she read the blog, she very generously let me partake of her delights. Yes, as Jay mentioned in a comment yesterday, I am a very lucky Slave.
Afterwords, we went for a somewhat abbreviated bike ride (it's gotten too cold too fast here in the heartland), and then were heading out for some errands - Mistress with sullen teen #1, and me with one of my very cute grandsons.
But as Mistress was sliding into some foxy panties, I noticed something that I must have overlooked earlier this week.
"Is that a bruise on your ass, Mistress?"
She was curious, but had trouble seeing what I was referring to. I moved in closer, running my fingers over the little red marks on her firm left cheek.
"Maybe that spanking from Francois left a little more than a rosy glow, Mistress...."
"Hmmm.... could be Slave."
Did I skip this part earlier in the week. When Mistress had her little rendezvous with her new part time Dom last week, she reported rotating through a variety of positions.
"I was riding hic cock, Slave.... and he was spanking me."
"Was that a turn-on, Mistress?"
"You could say that, Slave....."
It seemed only fair to take a few photos to share this sight with our curious readers. Here's one of Mistress leaning over the bed.
Can you see the red marks on the left?
They are a little hard to see in this light, aren't they?
So try this photo, a little more contrast, a little closer up:
Yesterday morning, after “going to press” with the blog, I scrambled upstairs to make sure there was time for our wake-up “booty call”. Mistress had an 8 am appointment with Teen #2’s high school counselor about college application plans, and I wanted to make sure that I took advantage of my opportunity before the window closed.
I worshipped as Mistress read what was actually a rather lame blog by our standards. Then I was given the privilege of fucking Mistress, even though she was feeling a bit under the weather.
She is a kind and considerate Mistress, after all.
But I had let her down a bit. She had directed me to wear my cage, but I had forgotten to wriggle my cock and balls into the hard steel ring before our morning engagement, thus depriving her of the harder cock and more explosive cum that she can count on when the ring is in place.
Oops.
When our proceedings were done it was around 7:20 or so.That’s when I realized that I had a 7:30 am conference call to cover.Yikes.
I grabbed the ring, hopped in the shower, and somehow got the ring on while shaving and washing up. No easy task considering that my balls were a little contracted after that between the sheets action.
Now I’m out of the shower, desperately searching for the call in number, while also working the cage part onto the little nub protruding from the ring, and trying to fit the lock into the tiny aligned holes so that Mistress can close the lock and secure me away for the day…..
(This isn't my exact "model", but gives you an idea how things align).
Mistress is getting into the shower now too…. The lock hole alignment is giving me fits. My cell phone speaker is now engaged as I sign into my call, trying to figure out what I missed, answering a question, all the while messing with that damn lock hole thing because it just won’t fit right….
Finally I get the hasp of the lock slid through the aligned holes, and present myself to Mistress, who is now in the shower, shaving those soft and gentle parts, since Francois had plans to stop by later in the morning.
“Well it’s about time, Slave….. what was the problem?”
“Fumble fingers, I guess, Mistress.”
She shut the lock, and I stepped back into the bedroom, getting dressed while listening into my call.
Later, when I’m at work, I did get a report from Mistress about her visit.
“He could tell I wasn’t feeling well, Slave…. so no orgasms for me today….he wants to make sure I am ready and rested for next weekend.”
“And did he get any attention, Mistress….”
“Well I did give him a little blow job action, Slave….”
“I’m sure he appreciated that….”
“I think he did…. He’s says I’m pretty good at it.”
“No doubt…. I can attest to that.”
Sounds like Mistress is navigating her way through this whole “un-cut” cock thing very capably.
