From the UCTMW Vault....

Slave is in the DFW airport, waiting for my plane to the Land of Enchantment. It's odd traveling without Mistress, who got lassoed (no, get your mind out of the gutter) into attending one of those hideous office retreats bck in River City tomorrow morning.

I just talked to her a little while ago (it's about 9 pm now in River City, though I will be posting this to appear in the AM). Jay invited her over after he attended a family dinner.

"I'm not sure whether I will spend the night or not, Slave, nut make sure you let me know when you get there."

Actually, Slave's happy that J is keeping an eye on Mistress. He and I exchanged a few texts while I was waiting for my first flight. 

"She needs strict supeversion, J".

He response suggested that he is more than willing to provide it this evening.

I spent some time on the flight sorting through some "junk" on my computer, and came across something that should more than fill the bill for a lack of content on this travel day.  This is a precursor to this blog, an essay I shared with Mistress back in November, 2009, not long after we signed our infamous "contract" and while she was engaged in some cyber flirtation with E, an old college flame who popped up in her inbox one day. Nothing ever came of the Molly / E flirtation, but it did get us started down this long strange road that introduced us to the blog-o-sphere and the current connection between J and Mistress. See what you think....

 
Coming home to you after a day the road, all caged up and wondering what you were up to...it was particularly nice to sink down to my knees, pull down those riding tights and bury my face in your cunt. the jurices and scent are more addicting than ever. And the grip of your thighs around my head as you moan is the best end of the work day hug I can imagine. I must have done an adequate job, because you unlocked and fondled me a bit before we went for our ride under the full moon.
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> after our ride, when we were cooking, I came at you from behind, griping you tightly with a hand across your chest, then sliding my other hand into your pants making you squirm while whispering in your ear to consider what it would be like on your first meeting with E to have his hand buried there. That got me wondering to myself how quickly you would come for him just like that - my guess is very quickly, after all that pent up expectation. But I didn't let you come there on the kitchen floor, tho I know you were seconds away.
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> After dinner with our surly teen it seemed we raced through the clean up to get upstairs. You had asked for a spanking, no doubt because E had kindled that desire in your talk with him in the am. Just could not wait until SUnday, could you? I know you want to feel his hand on your oh so firm, yet velvety soft bottom. But for the time being, at least, its still  all mine. Its my duty to you to fulllfill your desires, even if they are for him to spank you.
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> Not very slave like for me to tie your hands together, then pull out the chair and drape you over my knee. that sexy violet undie you had on barely covered your cheeks. You settled there so compliantly, head hanging down, barely moving. I could tell you were fantasizing about E and the feeling you will have someday when he lays you across his lap. You were in the zone I get in sometimes when you restrain me, mistress.
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> I had turned on music so the girls could not hear the crisp sound of my hand slapping your butt. You took your medicine well, tho I suspect I did not apply the same force that E is likely to apply, as he tries to break you into complete, total moaning submission to him. What I did notice is how nicely you squirmed and how wet you were after just a few spanks. So I had to take some time to work my fingers into you and bring you to the brink before the spanking resumed.
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> After about 15 minutes of that I pulled you to the bed. You had promised to reward me, but you demanded that I make you come with my fingers first. so I laid you on the bed, hands still tied and we talked and kissed as I slowly brought you off, making you ask permission as if I was your new master and not your slave.
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> When you had your fill, I untied you and it was time for what I had requested to help me deal with my feelings about your infatuation with E.. What I needed was your reminder of how wonderful complete and total submission to your desires and control is. And you do that best with your strap on mistress. You took me firmly and hard from behind. I almost came against the bed, which would have been a first, as you drove into me. And your own climax as you thrust behind me was loud and frantic. I like that your doing me that way has such a wonderful impact on you, mistress.
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> When I finally had permission to fuck you, I asked you to imagine what it would be like to have E inside you then and there, and to do again what he surely will ask - beg for the privilege to come for him. ANd you did. And I agreed (on his behalf).
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> Kind of amazing where this is heading. off the tracks crazy, but oh so memorable, mistress.
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Off to Our Mountain Hideaway

Yesterday morning Mistress waltzed into the UCTMW World HQ at around 7:30 with a sly, well fucked grin on her face.

"You look like you had a nice evening, Mistress...."

"I did Slave...."

She gave me a deep, stirring kiss, but was not in the mood to "dawdle".

"Need to take a shower Slave.... then maybe I can read the blog?"

I knew that her schedule would be tight. We needed to leave for work at 8:30 am. And though her lush body was lovely to toy with in the shower, I knew that my pleasure would be deferred until later.... way later.

She did allow me to savor those well fucked folds after our shower, as she read my work product from yesterday morning.

But soon we were off to work.

Mistress has been intensely busy at work these last few weeks. I knew it would be another hard day for her. and though she had to drop by my office to sign some papers in the early afternoon, there was not even time for me to worship.

Sad, I know.

But by 6 pm, when I picked her hope for the drive home, I was looking forward to my chance to break my nearly 36 hour "fast".  As we drove home, Mistress did give J a call. I think she does get a special thrill when she speaks frankly with him on my presence about their sexual exploits. Or even the trouble she had navigating her way to the Loo in the dark before sliding back into bed next to him.

All this talk had Slave's cock twitching, as I gazed on those lovely naked thighs next to me in the car, her skirt hiked nearly to her lacy yellow undies.

So I can't say that I was disappointed when Mistress announced that we would forego our bike ride and head directly to bed.

Of course there was some preliminary oral worship, which I think Mistress found satisfying.

And then there was some groping and writhing as Mistress took those steps she deemed appropriate to assure that her Slave was desperately begging for the privilege of fucking her.

Rest assured that the deferred consumption on Slave's part was well worth the wait by the time Mistress finally gave me permission to cum.

The rest of the evening was laid back.... Mistress did get in that twilight bike ride. Slave mowed the lawn, then made us a spicy stir fry.

This evening will be strange though.... I am off to our Mountain Hideaway solo. Mistress will be following me on Sunday, stuck here in River City due to a Saturday business meeting.  Yes, you can imagine the grousing. But we both look forward to the final week of ski season in the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

It's the first time either one of us have spent time in our little cabin solo. It will be odd not to have that lovely body next to mine. It will be hard not to imagine her body nearby, in one of those special poses when I wake there on Switch Day without her.

We've yet to establish my own protocol while away. Of course, the cage will not work because there are metal detectors to go through.  But will the "no touch" rule apply? For two whole nights?

The WC asked yesterday how that was enforced the other night during Mistress's sleepover. Believe it or not, I was on the "honor system". I know Miguel, that's hard to comprehend.  You'd last on the honor system for about 90 minutes, I'd expect.

And the sad part about our little two nights apart is that J is tied up with a family commitment and will not be able to host Mistress at his love shack tonight or Saturday evening. I'm hoping for both of their sakes that they can work in some type of interlude together over the weekend, since Mistress won't be back with me for another week once she leaves River City Sunday morning.

So, since this will be my last chance to spend some between-the-sheets time with Mistress until Sunday evening..... have a good weekend readers!

HNT / Slave Home Alone

So Mistress was at her sleepover last night at J's Love Shack, meaning that there is not much reporting to be done from the UCTMW World HQ this am.

I can tell you that Mistress has been more than considerate in making her plans.

As I was driving back from some meetings up-state, and she was driving to her rendezvous in one of the lusher, tony section sections of River City, she gave me the whole Q and A:

"Slave, are you sure you are OK with this?"

"Yes, Mistress.... consider it my gift to you...."

Then, a few minutes later after some chit chat about our work day....

"Slave, I want to make sure this is OK for us....."

"It is, Mistress.... it makes you hot, feel more desired.... you have fun.... and, you know it turns me on too....."

She did have a hard work day.... demanding clients .... a Boss with unrealistic expectations. She needed a little "vacation" and I suspect K was fully prepared to provide it.

"He's ordered sushi, Slave...."

"Somehow, I bet it will be a while before you get to the sushi, Mistress.... He's been waiting patiently for you since, what.... 4 am Monday morning?"

"Yes.... so he says, Slave..... I will need to confirm he's followed his 'no touch' rule."

We hung up, but then she called me again from J's driveway.

"I'm here now Slave.... thanks for letting me do this....."

Of course, it's not a "'let" is it? It's in the contract, something we've committed to.  It could be she will get to the point of telling her Slave when and where she will be "stepping out", but for now it's endearing that she clearly sees this as "getting permission", isn't it?

"Now remember, Slave.... no touching.....and be available when I call."

"Not a problem Mistress...." (at least not the "available" part).

She did call at around 10 pm, just as I was getting tired of the drumbeat of outrage on MSNBC, and thinking about heading to bed. (Tip to fellow cucks out there: a good dose of "Rachel Maddow" will likely cure any inclination to rogue touching).

She sounded a little giddy.... maybe orgasm overload?

"Slave.... we've been having so much fun over here I lost track of time and wanted to call and say good night."

Of course, I was glad to hear her voice. We exchanged some loving pleasantries, and she said she'd be here around 7:30 to dress for work and drive to work together.

It means I will clearly get a chance to taste those mussed up folds this morning.... but I have a feeling, considering the schedule that Slave's cock will have to wait until this evening.

It could be another long day.

Back to the Smut....

OK, I apologize for yesterday's pathetic dissent into introspection.... our readers voted with their feet, so to speak. Only two comments, probably generated out of pity more than anything else. And when I checked out the readership, well, it looked like the "eyes" on our blog went down my about 30% yesterday, no doubt repelled by the notion that the folks at UCTMW had turned to the maudlin side.

And I don't think J was particularly thrilled about our speculation concerning how he is reacting to this rather odd combo.

So, no mas..... back to alluring R rated photos of Mistress's luscious body, and my cheeky reporting on the goings on in our sex lives.

Yesterday was a nice one by the way.  After a night in another Man's arms on Sunday it was with a renewed sense of longing that I had the chance to sleep with Mistress these last two nights.  There was your typically needy wake up sex here on Tuesday morning.

Our plan for Tuesday afternoon was to leave work by 6 pm, go for a bike ride, then follow our hungers - whether for pleasure or sustenance. 

We got home, and rather quickly changed into our riding attire. As I was adding a little pressure to our tires in the garage, I did receive a brief reprimand.

"I note that you did not offer to worship in the bedroom, Slave...."

Oops.

"Well, you seemed pretty anxious to get out on the bikes, Mistress...."

"Don't make presumptions, Slave.... you know the rules."

I had a feeling that there could be some consequences on the horizon.  But I dodged the bullet last night, making sure that  Mistress's well exercised folds were thoroughly bathed with my tongue and lips. And once she'd had a satisfactory starter cum, she allowed me to slide into bed next to her and demonstrate how desperate her work-a-day cock was for her.  I think Mistress was a little surprised with the explosive fury I experienced when she finally gave me permission to come.

"Wow, what was that about Slave...."

"Not sure, Mistress.... maybe anticipating a night without you tomorrow...."

As it turns out, her senior cock may not get any more action until tomorrow evening.  J has invited her over this evening, and Mistress has informed me that she will be sleeping over.

"I know you don't like me driving home late at night, and J seems very anxious to have me spend the night, Slave."

"Not a problem Mistress..... I'll miss you here, but I do worry about those late night drives.... and your absence will definitely make the cock grow harder, so to speak."

I do have a pass on the cage though today.  I have to pass through some metal detectors for work this afternoon. So Mistress is indulging me. 

"But I want you to be available for my call at any time, Slave....."

"Not a problem, Mistress."

Now, back upstairs for some worship to help get Mistress through the day before her rendezvous with J.

Navel Gazing

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we had one of those early mornings Monday that you could describe as "unusual".  Slave dutifully waking up Mistress at 7 am as requested..... Mistress saying "come in and give me a kiss", poor J, a tad uncomfortable with it all sort of hiding under the covers as I followed Mistress's directions, if gingerly.

I made coffee for the two of them (I had already been up and made my own), and when I came upstairs with it Mistress had already jumped in the shower as J got dressed for work.  So I joined Mistress in the shower, aching for her caress on her Slave's semi-alert cock, but mindful of the fact that we still had a guest and that Mistress would likely want to bid him adieu.

So as I finished up in the shower, Mistress stepped out, wrapped herself in a towel and (presumably) gave J a goodbye kiss.

While there was no time for conventional sex because of an early work appointment, I did get the chance to worship Mistress's freshly showered but well utilized folds as she read the blog I had written while they "slept in" (if that's what you call it when you wake up at 7 am on a Monday morning).

As we drove to work, and later on the drive home we tried to sort out all of the events of the night before.

Of course, we are not prone to navel gazing here at UCTMW. You know what I mean .... soul searching over life's ups and downs.  Not meaning to disrespect fellow bloggers who use their "ink" for introspection, but we prefer it light and saucy.  Our goal is to make you smile or tingle, not  empathize.

But every rule is meant to be broken, right? And we have broken some rules of conventionality here. So I suppose it doesn't hurt to share a little of our "temperature taking" yesterday.

Mistress, thankfully, is very aware that she could be crossing some boundaries here.  She's sensitive about how her Slave might react to her developing feelings and connection to J. And they are quite real.

Surprisingly, maybe, I'm cool with it. We are so connected after all these years that her pleasure is mine. I relish her stories about what she and J have been up to, and love the insouciant tone she uses when she talks to J on the phone, as she did before bedtime last night. Did I miss her in bed Sunday night? Of course.  Did it turn me on when she stopped by for a little drive by kiss before returning to her bed mate down the hall?  Hell, yes.

Was it worth the wait when we finally discharged all that sexual energy last night when we finally got home from work?  Absolutely.

Of course, we've got some role models out there in the blog-o-sphere we've learned from.  Suzanne, Jay and Tammy are at the top of the list. Their example and stories show us that .... yes..... you can do this.... we are not crazy. At least, not off your rocker crazy.

As for Mistress.... well she seems happy with it all.

"What woman would not want two men mooning over her, Slave?"

But I do worry a little that if this all becomes a little too much for J, he may back off, leaving Mistress feeling a bit abandoned and heart broken. She's laying it out there for him, taking some emotional risks.

Of course, the hardest role here is for J.  (no pun intended). He's not had the indoctrination that Mistress and Slave have had through our time with the blog-o-sphere, which has opened usup to the notion that  this sort of three way arrangement can be comfortable and rewarding , if not quite yet the "new normal."

Suzanne's comment yesterday that her own Jay took some time to "get with the program" gave us a laugh. Let's hope J can find that the potential dividends, in the form of the compelling woman of my dreams, outweigh the cringe factor when you wake up in the same house as the woman you are "dating", and his husband.

In the meantime, let's cut him some slack.  Their next sleepover can be at J's "love shack". This Slave will stay home and tend to the cats.

Our Mad Men Viewing Party

Mistress got back from her booty call yesterday morning by 10:30 am. It was a surprisingly  efficient session by their standards - J had a round of golf, and Mistress was looking forward to our bike ride and some sun.

But we were able to squeeze in some vanilla, but most gratifying, sex between our ride and her prime destination of a lounge chair  on our sun splashed deck.

Sadly, there was no time for a full on switch day to share with you. Believe me, you do not want to get between Mistress and a some spring sunshine, no matter what the contract may say! (Plus I had some concern about putting a little too much stress on Mistress's lovely body, after that morning session with J.)

Sadly, after about an hour, the sun was obscured by clouds, giving us a good excuse to adjourn to our Executive Suite with the New York Times. Mistress was tired, understandably, and there was a full evening in our plans.  Although she generously made that lush body available to me before we nodded off, I took a pass.

"You should probably pace yourself, Mistress.  It isn't even three, and you've already done it twice, with more to come this evening, i suspect."

But after our nap..... well, J called Mistress on his way back from golf. She placed her order for the flavor of ice cream she wanted him to pick up, and then the conversation went to the evening's sleeping arrangements.

"Mick and I have discussed this, J. I'll be sleeping with you this evening..... in (our teens's) bed...."

J clearly was a little concerned about how this would play out, but Mistress did her best to reassure.

"I know you think this is a little strange..... the downstairs would be OK if you really want that.... but I think you'll find her bed much more comfortable for us....."

Now as mentioned above, I was planning on letting Mistress rest her body a bit before the evening, but all this talk about who would be sleeping where, and the thought about what might go on behind those closed doors down the hall,  had Slave getting .... shall we say..... aroused.


Soon my lips and tongue were planted between Mistress's lush thighs, plying her clean shaven folds even before  she finished  her conversation.  Her moan of pleasure was a signal for me to suspend my oral attention and beg for permission to impose my engorged work-a-day cock upon her one more time that afternoon.

Fortunately, she was in a generous mood.

But soon it was time for me to get working on dinner prep, as Mistress "dressed" for the evening. When she came down to the kitchen where I was slicing mushrooms for the risotto, she gave me a preview of her outfit: a skimpy black nightie, that barely covered her undieless tush, with a short black robe clinging to her curves. Oh..... and her breasts were rather conspicuous too.

"Hmmmmm.....nice, Mistress. I have a feeling J will be impressed."

"I figure it's a Sunday evening at home.... isn't this the way I would normally dress, Slave?"

"You've got a point, Mistress."

I won't go into all of the details of the evening, which was relaxed and enjoyable.

Soon J joined us, bearing a bottle of red and Mistress's favorite brand of ice cream. 

As I prepared our meal, that included some grilled ruby trout with a wasabi glaze, Mistress gave J a little tour of our upstairs, presumably to show him where he'd be sleeping.  I could hear the sound of their voices, for a while..... but things got silent for about 15 minutes or so, making my sordid imagination wander a bit down smutty roads. When I announced that dinner was just about ready, a little curious about what was actually going on up there, they joined me in the kitchen, as Mistress  conspicuously rearranged her lovely breasts inside her nightie.

"I was showing him some family photos up in the Blue room Slave, and well ... we were making out a little too."

Poor J had a sheepish look on his face with this gratuitous announcement. That's the sort of thing that seems to get a  little embarrassing for him.

After an enjoyable dinner, we adjourned to the TV room to watch Mad Men.... an episode from the end of last season, and the premier of the new season.  No review from me, though here is a cute clip of Mad Men "seduction" lines that some of you might enjoy.

It is worth reporting that Mistress seemed to be in hog heaven throughout: her head resting against J's shoulder, her legs extended over my lap. He held her hands. I rubbed her lovely feet.  As wild and crazy as those 60's era advertising sexists got, I somehow doubt they imagined this sort of scenario.

And Mistress was eating it up. At some point, as we were both softly stroking her, she announced to no one in particular that "I'm almost embarrassed to say it, but I'm kind of horny again."

I hope I did not let her down when I answered,  "J it's up to you..... I think I've hit my limit today....."

As it turned out, three  hours of pastel interiors, over-bleached hair, three martini lunches, cigarettes and skinny ties was even too much for these Mad Men afficiandos.  About 90 minutes into the 2 hour premier of season 5, J was nodding off, and Mistress announced it was bed time.

I headed off to the executive suite after finishing up the dishes.  Mistress was in our bathroom, brushing her teeth, and ready to "tuck me in". 

She was very sensitive to her Slave's demeanor about this latest twist.

"Are you sure you're OK with this, Slave...."

I gave her assurances, and a loving kiss before she headed off to her little in home assignation.

But she did have some instructions for me.

"Remember Slave.... no touching...."

I suppose I should be grateful that I was spared the cage.

And Slave was pretty sleepy, nodding off soon after lights were out here at the UCTMW World HQ, so following her instructions was not a problem... at least as first.

But Mistress did check on her Slave a couple of times during the night, presumably during trips to the bathroom. She leaned over, kissed me passionately.... then returned to her lover's bed.  That's when the "no touching rule" got a little harder to follow.  Because each little visit made my work-a-day cock twitch into life.

But I played by the rules and made it through the night solo, my seed intact.

I've got instructions to wake her at 7 am.... she's got an early work meeting. And I know J has to leave for work early too.....

It could be a long day for a horny Slave....

Sunday Morning Booty Call

Yesterday Mistress and Slave were off in different directions after our morning "wake-up" sex in the Executive Suite. (And yes, it was worth the wait after a whole day denied the silky embrace of those clean shaven folds.)

Mistress was driving to be with our cute Co-Ed for some sorority events.  Slave had some work to do on our rental property in the City, and then dinner with my cute grandsons and a play with my oldest daughter.

It wasn't until around 10:30 pm that we were both back together at home. It was then that Mistress broke the news that there would be a slight change  in our plans for Sunday.

"So Slave, I was talking to J on the drive home, and he's really desperate for me."

"Well I can feel his pain Mistress....I can't believe you have him on a strict "no touching" policy already. And it's been since Wednesday night for you two lovebirds."

"Yeah.... and he actually seems to be following the protocol, Slave...."

"Poor man."

"Anyway, he's golfing in the afternoon and he seemed really desperate...."

"So....."

"He wants me to come over at 8 in the morning....."

"No problem, Mistress..... and while I appreciate you're asking for my permission, you really don't have to...."

(In fact, truth be told, it's probably even hotter for Mistress to simply inform her Slave what her sexual plans are, isn't it, rather than worry about making sure her Husband/ Slave is "cool" with it?)

But let's face it.... it's only been about 2 weeks or so into this new frontier of working the J / Mistress relationship into our lives. No doubt we are all treading a little gingerly.

I suspect that J feels a whole lot more comfortable having hot, raucous sex with Mistress in the friendly confines of his own "love shack", rather than in our house, with the rather strange guy who is willing to  share is gorgeous wife at her whim lurking around.

So even though he will be over this evening.... it's understandable how he might want to have some private time with Mistress before seeing her hear, isn't it? Plus.... it's been since Wednesday?  I can't think how long it's been since your humble Editor went 4 days without a lttile sexual discharge. Is that even healthy?

Maybe we need a consult with Suzanne, her Jay and Tammy over at All Mine, about how to get into the proper comfortable groove as things develop here at UCTMW.

In any event, I tried to reassure Mistress that I would not have trouble entertaining myself here at the corporate HQ on a Sunday morning as she spends a little time further entrancing her new subject and addicting him to the taste, touch and feel of her charms.

And while I had initially thought not to bother Mistress with my own baser needs after her long day on campus and the road, I figured that early morning Booty Call to J's house would likely intefere with our own "wake-up" sex.

"Ummmm.... Mistress..... how would you feel about letting me fuck you now.... I mean, you wouldn't want me to discharge all that pent up sexual frission in the morning before J gets his paws on you?"

"I was wondering if you would ask, Slave....."



It's always nice to know that the "lead Slave" has his privileges.


Now if only I had thought to brief J on Switch Day.

Waiting

It's been one of those mornings, when Slave woke horny and desperate for Mistress.

I suppose it's my own fault. Late Thursday night we had some rather hot sex here in the executive suite, after Mistress recounted her encounter with the jack-ass downtown, and teased poor J with a variety of "threats" and promises about what might befall him here Sunday before and / or after our Mad Men watch dinner party with him.

So on Friday morning, when Mistress wanted to go for an early bike ride, I gave her a quick starter cum as she read the blog, then passed on my own window of opportunity to fuck her properly.

Last evening we had plans for a black tie event with some of Mistress's work colleagues. And since it began downtown at 6:30 pm, it made no sense to drive all the way home, change, then get back in the car again. So we carted our "dress up" cloths to work, and at around 5:30 pm, Mistress showed up at my office where we would both change.

Of course, changing has two stages to it: first, you take off the clothes you had been wearing. It was after that first stage that I suggested that Mistress sit in her "throne", the chair I pressed against my door (believe it or not there were still some over-achievers in my office on Friday evening at 6 pm). From there I let my questing tongue and suckling lips do what they are so well trained to do, coating my face with her addictive juices in the process.

Now I suppose I could have suggested that Mistress allow me some release of my own. But, as I mentioned, there were still some folks roaming the hallways, and the possibility of someone from the cleaning staff interrupting us as I pressed my advantage on the carpet also came to mind. While we've "made it" on my office carpet before, it was usually later at night.

So I again took a pass.

Our evening was surprisingly enjoyable. Some good company in a very stately old hotel. Great wine. And an extra-ordinary rendition of "Rhapsody in Blue" by a talented Chamber Orchestra, led by a Russian pianist with long flowing hair that would take any Slave's breath away. After, we adjourned to the beautiful bar downstairs for some Jazz -- the same place where the Irish Glee Club had regaled the St. Patrick's Day revelers last Saturday night.

By the time we made it home, both of us were a little tired and tipsy, and though I made sure Mistress was suitably pleasured before we fell asleep, Slave again did not take his opportunity.

Of course, I had not counted on waking up at around 5 am, my cock aching for her....and when that happens, the thought of not being able to reach for her (or even myself) to relieve that ache makes me all the hornier and more desperate.

She has a long day today, a trip up to visit our cute Co-Ed for some type of daughter / mom event. She may be driving home late. So I know she needs to sleep in.

Until 8 am, maybe.....

Not sure I can make it.... but the rules are the rules.

So J, this morning we may be in the same boat.

WWDDD?

Mistress plans were hijacked a bit last night. We had scheduled a bike ride at the end of the day - at around 7 pm - after Mistress met briefly for drinks with a client.

You may remember some references to him a few weeks ago -- the guy who bit on a contract with Mistress's agency after she deployed her considerable domme-ish charms.  So he had suggested they meet for a drink after work last night to discuss how things were going.

I had a sense that this might be more than a casual business drink, based on the stories I had heard about their past encounter, but wished Mistress well.

At a little before seven, I got the first call.

"You better go for your ride yourself Slave.... this is taking longer than I thought. He's brought along his girlfriend (the guy's also married) and it's pretty strange...."

As it turns out Mistress made it home around 8 pm, slightly tipsy from "the expensive champagne this guy was buying".

As Mistress stripped away her wok cloths she was ranting about the crazy.

"So at some point the girlfriend fades away...."

"What was she like?"

"OK... maybe in her 20's."

"And how old is he?"

"Maybe 41.... and kind of short, Slave..... you know that's an issue for me."

"I kept saying I had to go.... he said don't waste the expensive bubbly...."

Was he coming onto you.....

"At this point he was insisting that I drink more and go to dinner with him..... after that, who knows?"

"And he wouldn't take no for an answer?"

"He even said if I didn't go to dinner with him he might pull the contract.... he said the only reason he signed with us was because he was so 'drawn' to me...."

See, Mistress is spewing pheromones all over.... creating chaos wherever she goes.

Hopefully that "threat" was just a reflection of this guy's desperation, rather than a real  promise of reprisal.

It got me thinking, "What would Don Draper Do?" -- Don is the anti-hero of the MadMen series, about 60's guys and gals in a Madison Ave. Ad Agency with their rather archiac mores about sexual harassment and transactional sex.

So if Don (or his female colleague Peggy for that matter) had been pressured for sex to keep a good customer relationship, would they have gone a long for the ride.  Oh wait.... it seems there have been several times when that's exactly what happened on the show. When it does, we all roll our eyes and comment on how antiquated those days were.

And yet here we are in 2012.... and Mistress is getting hit on by a client who would like nothing more than kneel at her feet and discover the intoxicating pleasures of her clean shaven folds.

After Mistress disrobed, she picked up the phone to check-in with J and describe her rather dumbfounding experience. I won't go into all the details of the events that ensued, but it did seem to leave J a little desperate back at his house, and Mistress with a few well deserved cums courtesy of my loving lips and tongue and fingers.

And we have an appointment to all get together here Sunday evening to watch the kick-off for the new season of MadMen. Mick will cook risotto, and Mistress had promised to introduce J to the pleasure of being bound to one of the sullen teen's empty beds as she demonstrates how she uses the power tool to pleasure herself.

Poor J..... I'm not sure he knows what he's gotten himself into.

Mistress Takes on a Familiar Role

As Slave languished in his cock cage yesterday, while tending to my normal work-a-day tasks, I traded a few text messages with Mistress.

"J's pretty fired up Slave.... he wants me to tie him up tonight."

Hmmm. So it seems J has been  paying attention to the blog and finds Molly in Mistress mode a little too hard to resist.

We had talked  a little about this last night.

"It seems every time I go out there looking for a Part Time Dom, I end up with another candidate for Slave instead, Slave."

"Maybe it's your natural role after all, Mistress...."

"I'm starting to think so".

As the day progressed, and I sat in an endless meeting, we played with the theme a bit via text.

"Did you suggest he stock up on rope, Mistress...."

"He says he has some old ties around...."

"Very Preppy, Mistress."

And I got a little push-back too.

"Don't worry, no matter what happens, you're still the lead Slave....."

"Good to hear that.... but be careful of leaving rope burns, Mistress."

Of course, all this had Slave increasingly uncomfortable in the unfriendly confines of my hard steel containment device. 

After work I headed home, did some chores, finished mowing the lawn, read the Times, listened to the folks at MSNBC rant.  At some point I probably nodded off. I awoke to Mistress coming up the stairs at the time she promised, around 11 pm.

She seemed surprisingly perky, if slightly disheveled.

"So how was your evening, Mistress..."

"Good, Slave..... a little wine.... a little sex .... a little ice cream.... a little more sex."

"Sounds productive....."

I felt a little sorry for Mistress.... she must be tired, and the morning promised another work day.  But when she graciously unlocked my cage .... well let's just say her cock was not exactly dormant."

"Do you think you have the energy for one more round, Mistress?"

"For you, Slave? .... of course I do. But put in your device (the aneros)..... it's a little late and I know that will put you in an even more desperate mood."

Of course, that would not be a problem here, but I dutifully complied, and soon found myself on my knees between her spread legs, savoring the flavors of her evening's pursuits as she recounted some of the smutty details.

"Yes... J certainly liked me tying him up, teasing him, riding his cock, Slave....."

"I'm sure he did, Mistress.....who wouldn't?"

"I told him next time I'm tying down his legs too...."

"That will give him something to think about...."

By the time I had delivered Mistress one more cum to pad her evening's totals with my hungry lips and tongue, my cock was more than primed to take matters to the next step.

Fortunately, Mistress had just enough energy left to accommodate her lead Slave.

Bullet Dodged.

Around 11 am yesterday I got the text from Mistress....

"spanking tonight, Slave.... after our bike ride."

Yes I had been a little cross with her via phone and text message. The "controversy" at issue was really irrelevant. Just Slave being a little petulant over one of those administrative duties that come up in navigating a marital household. But my tone was  something that clearly crossed the line, and Mistress is entitled to take it out on my hide when and how she sees fit.

Come to think of it, she doesn't really need an excuse at all, as exemplified by the preemptive cropping I got Saturday evening before I headed out for my St. Patrick's Day soiree and she headed over to J's house for her sleepover.

But, as you might imagine, I was not looking forward to the sting of the crop, so I did my best to (literally) suck up to Mistress when we got home .... I made sure to lavish those clean shaven folds with extra attention as she lay back on our bed, still transitioning from work cloths to biking wear.  After she was satisfied, we did out ride, with Mistress taking a second loop as Slave spent some time mowing the grass (yes.... our lawn needs mowing on the first day of spring..... but some say this whole global warming thing is just political science?)

When Mistress returned, I joined her inside, and she whipped up a lovely smoked salmon salad with fixings she acquired on her weekend outing with J to COSTCO. Then we sat down to watch another episode of Californication.

Mistress was attired in that lovely "tie-dyish" top and thong confection I got for her at Christmas, and nothing more. Another benefit of a warmer than normal March here in River City.  Remember this?

All in all, it was a perfect evening.... at least so far.

When our show was over, Mistress suggested we adjourn to the Executive Suite.

"Happily Mistress". I joined her there after taking care of the dinner dishes.

And to my relief, the crop was not on the bed.

Instead, Mistress required me to insert my "device" (the aneros), so that my cock would be of ample and sustained girth to please her.

That mission, I believe was fully accomplished.

As we snuggled later in post-coital bliss, Mistress explained her decision to "spare the rod".

"You've been a very good Slave of late.... so I figured I could let this one slide.... for a while."

I expressed my appreciation. It's nice to be in her good graces, and I do enjoy my status as pampered house slave.  (I felt a little sorry for Tammy when I read ALL Mine this morning and learned about his evening with that wooden spoon..... damn. And with Sherry watching too? )

But Mistress reminded me of my responsibility today....

"I want that cage on all day, Slave.... until I get home..... it should be by around 11pm."

Mistress will be calling on her "sex-toy", as she teasingly calls J after work this evening. I could tell she was pleased that he was out buying some Pistachio ice cream as a little treat for her this evening.

I wonder who will be licking it off of what body part before the night it done.

In any event,  Slave already has the ring to his cage firmly in place, and will let Mistress close the lock before we head off to work in separate cars this AM.  It could be a long day.

The Pheremone Effect?

Last night it was just Mistress and Slave at home here at the UCTMW World HQ.  I had an after work meeting, and Mistress got home before me and took a "double loop" bike ride on our local hills.  As I stepped out of my work costume, Mistress we stripping away her exercise shorts and seemed a little impatient with me.

"Have you forgotten something, Slave?"

Oops. I had been a little slow on the uptick when it came to offering my services.

"Sorry, Mistress....."

I tossed a pillow on the floor next to our bed, to cushion my bony knees, and went to work on those clean shaven folds, which were especially ripe after her strenuous ride in this 80 degree, end of winter weather here in "tropical" River City.  But of course, for me the taste was absolutely fabulous.  And Mistress was soon shuddering through a couple of post exercise cums.

Mistress commitment to exercise brought to mind an article that somehow popped onto my screen yesterday, and that I shared via emails with Suzanne, over at All Mine, and Donna.  It raises the subject of women who have orgasms while exercising. "Core-gasms" is what some folks call them.  I know the WC will find this inspirational the next time he goes to the gym, and ponders all those women on the stationary bikes, so here is a link, Miguel. Maybe this will get your mind off the sad demotion of Jesus's favorite QB on the Donkeys' depth chart.

Afterwords, as Mistress had a late snack and we prepared to catch up on an episode of "Californication", we shared details of our day.

"I was standing in the driveway, on the phone with someone from work, and that doctor down the street (the one I threatened to  call to help with condom removal on Sunday) actually pulled into the drive behind me to talk ..... he was very flattering in his comments on my appearance, Slave...."

"Who can blame him.... you are muy caliente, Mistress...."

Later, on the phone with  J, Mistress shared this little story with her new lover, and they speculated about whether all this sex has pumped up both of their pheromone output in a way that has other folks taking notice.... sort of like the proverbial cat in heat.

"J says he's noticed the same thing.... women at the gym suddenly coming up to talk to him, or ask him for golf lessons....."

"No doubt they'd like the feel of his hands on their hips, Mistress, guiding them into the proper position .... or the feel of his "club" pressed between the cheeks of their asses...."

"Hmmmm.... do you think that's how he teaches golf, Slave....."

I searched for  a little intelligence  on the subject this morning, and think I found a picture of J using his unique style of golf instruction with one of those curious ladies.

I'm thinking those ladies clubs gathering cob webs in the basement may see the light of day again after all.

Retrieval and Release

Both Mistress and Slave were a little tired yesterday.

I had been out late with the  Irishmen, celebrating our common cultural heritage and affinity for Jameson. Mistress had her marathon sexcapade sleepover with J.

At around 10:30 am, I got a call from her with notice that she would be home by 11:30. They were just "finishing up", and reviving themselves with some coffee ice cream. I suppose the sugar / caffeine combo could not hurt.  I was finishing up collecting our tax data (always a hoot), which at least is a great remedy when you need to avoid thinking about sex due to a hard steel cock cage trapping your cock and balls.

But, as promised Mistress came home withing the hour.  I, of course, had one priority: that little key setting me free. But first things first.

"Slave..... we think there's another condom lost.... would you do the honors?"

I fell to my knees. She leaned back on the bed, spreading those firm and sexy legs.

Of course, I believe it's important to get the juices flowing properly for this procedure, so I applied my lips and tongue to warm those clean shaven folds until Mistress was fully lubricated (never hard for her, I might add).

It's always an extra thrill to taste her after one of her sessions away from the marital bed, as I try to pick up the mixing of aromas and fluids that she has acquired.  And soon she was squirming under my well practiced ministrations.

Then, as I continued to ply her with my tongue, my finger slid inside, poking and probing on it's purposeful quest. I stretched farther than normal, trying to minimize any discomfort, all the while hoping to distract her with my tongues caress.

Alas, Mistress came with a moan and convulsion before my other mission was accomplished.

"Are you sure it's in there, Mistress..... I can't find anything".

She leaned back, catching her breath.

"We couldn't find it in the sheets, Slave."

"Maybe we can get that doctor down the street to pop over..... I bet he's got some instruments that might come in handy."

She gave me a gentle slap to my ass.....

"I don't think we need to panic yet, Slave.

Fortunately, despite my 'mission fail' , Mistress was feeling merciful, so she reached for her little key and unlocked her Slave's increasingly distressed cock from its unfriendly confines.

Ahhhh. Free at last. (Yeah, I know, some of you guys go for days in that thing.... I feel your pain!)

But any further relief would be deferred. We decided to go for our bike ride instead of further indulgence, hoping that maybe some exercise would drive that little rain coat down to more reachable turf.  But even after that exercise, Slave's questing fingers came back empty.

And Slave was getting increasingly frustrated. The back of my mind was saying "fuck the lost condom, let's just fuck!", but we were both a little concerned about driving it any deeper into those clean shaven folds.

As it turned out, resorting to the internet was the ticket. Mistress googled "Finding a lost condom in your vagina", and found a technique that worked wonders. She made sure to call J with the good news. All three of us were relieved, though I did coach both of them on techniques that might avoid this little problem in the future. Always the helpful Slave, aren't I?

This successful retrieval paved the way for some luxuriant afternoon sex for Mistress and  Slave in the executive suite.  I mean, it had been almost 24 hours since  the last time this poor Slave had been given the chance to beg to come, and Mistress gave her consent!

While I had missed Mistress during her little sleepover, her absence clearly had made my heart grow even fonder, and her work-a-day cock was even more desperate for her.

Is that why this whole cuckold thing seems to work well for both of us?

Our St. Patrick's Day Festivities

Mistress and Slave had a very busy   St. Patrick's Day.

Of course, there was the luxuriant wake up sex, a little earlier than normal for a Saturday morning, because Mistress had arranged to go on a little shopping trip with J to a place that makes her Slave's skin crawl: COSTCO.  It seems they both like stocking up there, a little fringe benefit in bringing J into Mistress's life that she hadn't thought to put in her AM profile.

(For some reason they don't have a box to check after "handcuff play" or "spanking" for "Saturday morning trips to COSTCO" in the "kinks I enjoy" list).

So while Slave hunkered down to assemble all of our tax information, and then visited my grouchy Mother,  Mistress and J were pushing their carts through COSTCO, and then sharing a late breakfast at a local cafe.

I headed home at around 1 pm, and figured I might have to give Mistress a heads up. No point embarrassing    J when the doting hubby comes home, in the event their shopping trip deteriorated to a little hanky panky after unloading a years supply of laundry detergent or moisturizer.

But my warning text message and phone call went unanswered.

Hmmm.

I pulled into the drive, noting that their cars were both here.  I figured I better make some noise, promulgating a hearty "Hello Boys and Girls" as I walked up the stairs from the basement to our ground floor. 

Fortunately, Mistress acknowledged me, and as I turned into our family room I saw her there, not so discretly refastening her lacy black bra.

"We were just fooling around a little until you got home, Slave...."

Poor J, he seemed a little sheepish as he was reassembling his own Saturday shopping trip attire. I suddenly had a sense of how my Dad must have felt  when he unexpectedly barged into a hot make-out session involving me and a high school girl friend.  But I expect J will ultimately get a better sense of comfort with this admittedly unusual relationship.

He was headed home, and Mistress and Slave headed out for a bike ride in the 70-ish sunshine. When we got back to the executive suite, the plan was for some late afternoon sex.  But Mistress had some bells and whistles in mind.

She had me strip, assemble her "supplies" (her harness and strap-on) and "assume your position" on our bed, my bony, 60 yr. old ass on full display.

As I looked around, I noted with some trepidation that she had her riding crop in hand. 

"This is a little pre-emptive punishment, Slave.... I want to make sure you understand that you will be well behaved tonight...."

I sure respect those of you out there, Aisha and Donna come to mind, who seem to relish, even long for,  a  firm paddling or spanking. I for one think it hurts like hell, and its unlikely I will ever get used to the harsh sting of Mistress's crop on my bottom.... though I suppose it does have a certain compelling effect on my psyche once that initial sting fades.

So I squirmed and whined and begged for mercy as Mistress made sure I got the full treatment with her crop. It certainly focused my mind on being a "good Slave" for the rest of the evening.

And, in contrast, the nice ass fucking that followed, until Mistress came with a compelling moan and shudder, was a 'walk in the park". Luckily, Slave was rewarded with the opportunity to take my pleasure from Mistress afterwords, and then we snuggled into a nice late afternoon nap.

But soon it was time to get ready for our evening's activities.

I suppose I have Suzanne over at All Mine to thank for her emailed reminder to Mistress that her Slave should be in his cock cage for his night out on the town with the a bunch of tuxedoed Irishmen...... Gee, thanks there Suzanne!

Mistress thought I was cute in my cage and Tux shirt as we both dressed for our nights out, and took the photo above to share with our devoted readers.

As I popped in my studs, and fastened my bow tie, Mistress was primping for her date night with J. She had made clear that their plans did not include much more than some marathon love making, with a little cheese and wine to keep them going.  So it made sense that her ensemble was a frilly, matching set of undies and semi-transparent top, covered by some jeans and a loose wrap sweater.  I got a picture of that too.

It was clear she was excited about a chance for her first "sleepover" with J, though I do think she felt a little guilty about leaving her Slave all alone for the night.

"It will be fine Mistress. I'll be getting home at around midnight, and will be ready to crash by then."

As the evening progressed, we did trade a few texts, touching base. I sent her a photo of the Irish flag suspended from the grand hall where our banquet unfolded with all its bluster and pretension, the Guiness and Bushmill's flowing, and the glee club leading the crowd in the 'Soldier's Song."

But as promised, I was pulling into our drive at around 11:30 pm. AS I was lossenig my tie, my phone rang. It was Mistress.

"Hi Slave.... believe it or not, I'm in the parking lot at Kroger.... I came with J .... he needed to make a condom run....."

Oops.  I guess J was never a boy scout. He was clearly unprepared for Mistress's appetite for his cock.

"Don't they sell those by the gross at COSTCO, Mistress?"

But, despite the poor planning it sounds like Mistress's date night went about as planned. Mistress says she will be home by around 10:30 am this morning, and since I'm still in this infernal steel cage, it will not be a moment too soon.

Sleeping in the cage apparently is one rather uncomfortable way to become aware of my natural nocturnal rhythms: starting at around 3:20 am, and at about twenty minutes after the hour thereafter, I was awakened by the sharp pain of my cock and balls unconsciously swelling against that cruel barrier. 

Ouch.

When I did a little whining via text a little while ago, maybe with the hope that she would mercifully disclose the location of the key, this is the response I got:

"Good morning Slave.
Your Mistress will be home in a few hours.
Stay Caged!
I love you.
Your Mistress."

I love her too. And can't wait until she's home!

Dispatch From Our Senior Correspondent: Controlled Burn

After we got home from the big city yesterday afternoon, I rested a bit and then began reading some short stories that had been sent to me for review. Wow! I really think these stories would fall into the porn genre rather than erotic. Being the dedicated reader I am, I didn't let that slow me down one little bit, and, in fact, they charged my batteries.

I finished a couple of stories with interesting names like Pound it Home and Gangbanged at the Office, and went searching for Bill. I asked quite seductively, I thought, if he might be interested in making love. He got quiet and stared at me, and I knew his answer would be no. I moved next to him on the couch, snuggled in so his arm was draped over my barely covered breasts, blew in his ear, rubbed his tenting shorts and was all ready to see him get his sexy grin going on. Instead, he gave me a non-sexy quick kiss and said I was already overtired.

Being rather determined, I begged and said I was really, really horny. That was about when he remarked that I was adding swats to the swat count by being obstinate. I asked if it would be acceptable for me to do some “one handed reading”, maybe with the Hitachi in the other hand.

He gave a deep sign and then a sideways kind of nod, and said that if I thought I could handle it, to go ahead.

I got everything ready, feeling quite the modern woman with a Kindle in one hand and Hitachi in the other. It didn’t go as quickly as I had hoped and I wasn’t making much progress toward an orgasm. Disappointed, I turned off the Hitachi, gave it a toss and just kept reading. In a few minutes, Bill opened the door and came in to stand beside the bed. He took a look at the tossed aside Hitachi, shook his head a bit, took his tee shirt off over his head (Have I mentioned that he has been working out?) and tossed it to the floor as he dropped his shorts. Then he leaned over and pinched my nipples, hard.

I tried to get him to come onto the bed with me, I offered my butt for spanking and my pussy or mouth for whatever might please him. He said the answer was still “no”. as far as a major energy expenditure was concerned, but one good cum might help me rest. I tried not to waggle my eyebrows.

He handed me a lubed up pocket rocket and motioned for me to take care of myself. As he stood beside the bed, he began to beat the breast and nipple closest to him with his hard penis. I tried to reposition so I could lick him, I tried to move my arm so I could massage his balls, but instead, he stopped everything! He even reached over to hold my hand controlling the pocket rocket still. Then he looked at me and said, “Do you want this, or not?” Oops.

Aggravating the Dom might not be in my own best interest. After my answer of, “Yes, Sir,” we both continued and within a short time we were both cumming beautifully. He shot all over my chest, shoulder, neck and a bit landed on my chin and lips. Yum!

He told me to stay put and returned in a couple of minutes with a soft, warm washcloth to clean me. I gave him a very sincere thank-you, and he quirked an eyebrow, handed me my Kindle and left the room. Just as he walked out the door he said, " Oh, that will be another five swats for trying to push me." Oh, good..er, bad!

Sometimes there is a difference in what we need and what is good for us. And sometimes we just have to do those things that remind us that we are passionately alive. I know I’ve said it before, but I am so lucky to have this guy in my life who understands that concept. And he says he is equally lucky with what I bring to the dance that is our life together. So it’s all cool.

Sated and smiling,

Donna

Weekend Planning

Mistress and Slave are readjusting their schedules these days to accommodate the addition of an additional cock for Mistress to cavort with.  And since she has a busy work day, it isn't always easy.

I left all of you hanging a bit in yesterday's post..... yes, Mistress and J headed up to the Executive Suite as I was cleaning up the dinner dishes Wednesday evening.  AS they tended to their business, I hunkered down with Rachel Maddow and the rest of the MSNBC lineup, and took care of some work emails.  At some point I may have drifted off on our couch, to be woken at around 11 pm when Mistress and J came drifting downstairs. He was dressed, ready to head home. She was in a short black robe, her full, long dark hair disheveled, and a goofy "well fucked" grin on her face.

After Mistress kissed her new lover goodnight in the doorway, she and I adjourned to the bedroom. Frankly, Slave was a little sleepy, and had no plans to give Mistress a round two. Though I was anxious to feed on those clean shaven folds, if only to satisfy my curiosity about the added flavor to her typically seductive bouquet.

But after I had suckled Mistress to another of what surely was quite a few "Hump Day" cums, she had something else in mind.

I want my cock now, Slave.....

And of course, what Mistress wants is what she gets.

Yesterday, Mistress had an after work meeting not far from J's workplace. So it came as no surprise to me when I heard from her that she was meeting him for a little nosh (no hanky panky she claims), before she came home for dinner with me..... and also some hot sex in the Executive Suite afterwords.

This weekend, Slave has the annual all males in tuxedos event celebrating the guy who drove the snakes from the Emerald Isle. And although I suppose I could invite J to join for for a little male bonding over Guiness and Jamieson, Mistress has other plans for him:  old fashioned Saturday date night.

"He asked if he can take me out to dinner, Slave."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I'd much rather spend the night in bed, maybe eating a little cheese and drinking a little wine when we come up for air...."

"And what was his response?"

"He clearly wasn't going to argue over that plan, Slave."

HNT/ End of Tights Season?

We've had a strange few weather days in River City... sunny, balmy, in the 70's.  Mistress has prematurely abandoned her black tights (with and without apertures) and has gone for the boots and bare legs look, as shown by this peek of her on the way home from work this evening.

She was anxious to get home for a couple of reasons:  to go for an after work bike ride in this glorious weather, and because her new FWB was coming over for dinner.

I do feel a little sorry for J.  It's clear he enjoys Mistress's seductive company.

Who wouldn't? (well Maybe not Mitt or Ricky Santorum....but they are clearly outliers.)

But I am sure he's also confused about a guy who would willingly let his wife cavort in this way.

SO while he actually did show for dinner this evening, I could tell as I prepared dinner and he and Mistress sat on the couch, holding hands and watching Chris Matthews, that he was a little nervous.

Before he arrived, Mistress was prepping her self in a very seductive fashion. short, casual black dress.


And, "No underwear, Slave....is that bad....."

"No, Mistress, that's just an evening home, au natural."

As we cleaned up after the bike ride, Mistress offered to let me worship.

"But wouldn't it be better to let you simmer, Mistress..... I'm wondering if you can get J to overcome his reluctance to take you here at our house, with your devoted husband at home....a little latent horny may give you a little extra incentive...."

As it turned out, we had a nice dinner... some grilled salmon, roasted potatoes and sauteed green beans.   Hopefully a little wine relaxed all of us. And as I cleaned up afterwords, Mistress asked to have a word with me.

"You really don't mind if J and I adjourn to the bedroom, Slave?"

"Go for it Mistress....."

And so they did.

Perfect Night

It was just about a perfect night here at the UCTMW World HQ:

Bike ride in 72 degree weather, under the late evening, daylight savings time sun. Is this really mid March?

At home, Slave delving into those clean shaven folds (for the 2nd time today, btw --- lunch time worship too at Mistress's office conference room).

Mistress then directing her slave to insert his "device" (the aneros) to make sure her cock was well dimensioned for some wet and wholly riding.

After that, a smoked salmon salad, and fixating on the primary results from the redneck Riviera.

Exercise. Sex. Politics.

Can't beat that.

The only cloud on the horizon was news that our Western Correspondent may be abusing his UCTMW expense account again.

Mistress read me a series of disturbing text messages on the drive home.

Apparently Miguel had gone in for a little "grooming".  Imagine the concept of a Brazilian wax meeting the special occasion cock.  And, according to these texts, the SOC got a little "angry" with the provocations of the waxer.

"Then he asked if I wanted to see a picture, Slave."

"And what did you say....."

"I said 'No'.... I already have of those SOC pics that keep reproducing themselves in my Cloud...."

I can vouch for that.... try spending a few hours purging cock shots from an office computer and you can feel my pain.

. Makes me want to re-write that old Rolling Stones song..... "Hey cock, get out of my cloud."

I just don't want to see that wax job ( with an unreasonable tip) show up on the UCTMW Amex card.

Mistress Vigil

Slave's at home tonight, locked in my cage, as I've been this early this morning. I'm catching up on the news, emptying the dishwasher, that sort of thing. (If I had undie washing duties like Tammy over at All Mine, it would be a good evening to catch up on that, but I don't think Mistress really trusts me with her delicate items).

We're adjusting to the some new "facts on the ground" here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Mistress had a date this evening after work, for a "glass of wine" over at J's house. and as she was driving there she gave me a call.

"I'm on my way Slave.... I just got up and left a meeting that was dragging on and on.... just said I had to go...."

"Hmmm.... sounds like one horny Mistress..... has he been teasing you today?"

"He says he's never 'sexted' before Slave.... and he seems to like it."

I could imagine Mistress squirming in that open floor plan office, glancing down at her I-phone as each little smutty message popped up in a little blue bubble.

She described  one of them last night.... him scheming to fuck her from behind, she playing the more than willing  subject.

Shame on you J, driving Mistress crazy with lust this way.

"He left me a voice message, a few minutes ago wondering if 'Mrs. Collins' was on the way."

"Well, I'm sure he's been looking forward to that glass of wine, Mistress"

"I think he is Slave.... how's that cage, by the way?"

"Tight, Mistress.... very tight."

We went over my plans for the evening.... a drink and some dinner with a client.

"Don't get in trouble, Slave....I want to make sure that cage is still in place when I get home tonight."

Of course, there's no problem there.  Mistress put the key who knows where. And, regardless, it's a special thrill to have her unlock me when she gets home. 

I just hope she's got just a little energy left for her Slave to worship those clean shaven, if well used, folds.

Embargo Lifted

It was a hectic and eventful weekend here at the UCTMW World HQ. So busy that our Sunday morning got away from us here, delaying our blog post for reasons that will become clear later in this post.

First off, Mistress had an early Saturday morning “date” with her new lover, J (sorry to our friends over at All Mine, but I’m not making this name up).  He lives only about 15 minutes from our home, in a  lovely and rustic “love shack” where Mistress is already feeling like home, at least from the description I heard last night about  her  wandering around J’s house naked.

Meanwhile, Slave had taken on some babysitting duty for my cute grandsons. The three of us were down at the local farmers market, noshing on gelato, when I got a call from Mistress, who was heading to a hair appointment at around noon. Her carnal needs have been skillfully taken care of…. at least for the time being.

When I asked her  how things had gone, she expressed her enthusiasm, but said she had a confession to make.

“What is it Mistress?”

“It’s a little embarrassing,  Slave…. I need you to help me retrieve a condom that he accidentally left behind.”

Oops.  Very sloppy work there, J.

Of course, the more experienced and considerably older Slave was up to that task…. My fingers have gone spelunking before…. I can recall a lost sponge furtively retrieved in a chemistry classroom before a college football game at my alma mater a few years back.

“I’m happy to help out Mistress…. But tell J he need not be so reluctant to go exploring on his own….in the future I may charge a fee for this service.”

By around 2 pm, we were both home and I let the children play on their own for a few minutes while I knelt between Mistress's outstretched knees and went on my fishing expedition into Mistress’s clean shaven folds.  A little stretching, poking and probing found the foreign object, which I gently removed and disposed of.  I even gave Mistress some worship as a bit of a compensation for her “ordeal”.

After about 4 hours of  baby sitting, my work as the doting grandpa was done, and the kids were collected.  That gave us a little time for a bike ride in the marvelous sunshine here in River City before prepping for dinner.

You see, J was coming over, to share a meal and  watch “Game Change” with us here at  UCTMW central.

I had to admire Mistress for being willing to invite her new lover over here after only a couple of passionate one on one sessions. And I had even more respect for J, who apparently is already feeling connected enough to Mistress to wade into what no doubt must seem like a rather bizarre arrangement to him.

I mean, how many guys have a hot relationship with a slightly  older married woman going on, only to be invited over to share dinner with her “in on the secret” devoted hubby/ slave.

No doubt you want to know a little more about J.

He’s born and raised in River City, though he has spent a few years of his career overseas.

He’s not currently married, and about a year younger than Mistress.

He’s about as tall as her Slave, but maybe a few pounds lighter.

And, as it turned out, he was more than game to wade into  our rather strange arrangement here at UCTMW.

Give him credit for quickly not only finding Molly’s AM post, but connecting her to her UCTMW alter ego. He surprised her with an email to our blog email address, and was engaging enough in his prose to rise above all of the “riff raff “clamoring for her attention. And though he is not a student of the blog, he knows enough about the goings on here to be intrigued.

And here he was, sharing our dinner of grilled Char and pesto gnocchi on a warm March Saturday night.

He even spent the night, down in the “man cave”.

This morning, when we woke, a little later than normal because of the time change and our late night, Mistress first exercised her rights over  her work-a-day cock here in the executive suite.  Then she slipped into a short robe and trundled downstairs to make sure our house  guest shared in her hospitality.

And the good news was that J had not crept off into the night, wondering what was with these two “lunatics”.

Too Early. A Little Late.

Our body clocks are going wacko here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Last evening, after a drop by at a desultory retirement party for an old friend, we were home earlier than expected. For reasons that may be a little hard to explain, Slave had been kind of horny since mid-morning. So when it became obvious that this party was going to be leaden, we slid out the back door for the quick drive home. 

Grazing had satisfied any hunger for food, but there was that other hunger to deal with.  That involved Slave deploying Mistress's favorite power tool, first over the top of her black (conventional) tights. Then after she slithered out of them.  Though at some point Mistress decided that my use of the tool was a little deficient, and she took over herself to finish the job. 

Fortunately, that poor performance on my part did not cause her to withdraw privileges for the evening. And Slave's needs were more than indulged over the next twenty minutes or so of rather robust lovemaking, featuring some smutty speculations about Mistress's newly found FWB.

But it was still only about 8:30 pm.  Despite the early hour, Mistress was soon snoozing, after a very long week in which she was tending to candles at both ends, so to speak.

But an early to bed made for another very early morning encounter here in the Exective Suite. 

It's 4 am --- what do you want to do Slave? 

I think we all know the answer to that question, and what happened here next.

Now typically, we can both get back to sleep at that hour after some exuberant fucking. Particularly on a Saturday morning.

But Mistress was a little --- shall we say "on edge".

She and her new friend have a little early morning "booty call" set up.  She's planning to leave here at 8:30 am. And she could not settle back to sleep with the buzz of  anticipation filling her beautiful little head. So we have been up reading the papers, and books for the last few hours.  Which explains why this post is going up a little later than normal.

One thing we noted was this article in the morning Times, about some soft core porn literary phenomenon called "Fifty Shades of Grey".  Maybe this is why blog readership seems to be a little down. Suburban moms don't have to troll for sex blogs when they can pick up this effort involving a seductive tycoon, an innocent co-ed and props like handcuffs and riding crops. Though the judgmental whiners quoted in the article tutt tutt about "a lot of violence" and that "this guy is abhorrent sometimes."  And there is nastiness about "plodding prose and the habit of printing lengthy contracts ...."

Sound familiar?  Mistress may have to load this toasty tome on her kindle just to see what has all those Moms "relighting a fire under a lot of marriages". Of course, it also has us wondering why we didn't just skip this blog and turn our own plodding prose into a novel like this one. Cha-ching.

But that was an hour ago.

Now Mistress is showering, in preparation for her early morning rendezvous.

"I thought you were just going to roll out of bed and head over there, Mistress?"

"Well there won't be any make-up Slave.  But don't you think I should shower and shave?"

"I'm not sure..... I know I like you reeking of sex, and with a little bit of stubble to provide some texture...."

But who can blame her for wanting to get things off on the right foot?  Or the cleanest of shaven folds?

Yawn.

Here at the world HQ, Mistress and Slave were a little worn down last night. Of course, she had a later than normal night Wednesday evening, then an early morning drive for meetings in our oh so flat state capitol.

And Slave had a busy day himself. 

When Mistress got home at around 7:30 pm, bone tired, and complaining about some sore muscles.

Poor baby....


I made sure to get dinner going, giving her sometime to catch up on work emails. At dinner we had a chance to replay some of the prior nights events, still subject to blog embargo.

And when we slid into bed, at an early 9:30 or so, I made sure to worship those clean shaven folds slowly and gently, knowing that Mistress was a little too tired for some pre-sleep fucking.

But somehow, once again, we both found ourselves awake here in the executive suite at around 3:30 am. Mistress thought about firing up her kindle, but I had a surprise for her in the form of a thickening middle of the night cock.

"Let's go for it, Slave....."

"Your wish is my command, Mistress...."