Not Sub Enough?

It was hell week here in River City for Mistress and her devoted Slave.

Thursday both of us were out much later than desirable for work related functions.   Slave was at some work related "retreat" social event that night, and acted a little too much like it was St. Patrick's Day in May.... big mistake, particularly since both of us had to be up and out the door not long after 7 am on Friday.

Hopefully, that explains why you found no post here Friday, and why, at the end of the day both of us were spent..... We did rally though.  Mistress agreed to some pre-bike ride worship, and after a ride that seemed particularly taxing for this still hung-over old fart, we took a little nap in the Executive suite.

Actually, I was so spent that I was thinking real sex would have to wait until this morning..... But.... well we rested on our couch watching a rather lame movie, and the heady aroma wafting from the clean shaven folds spread out next to me were a little too intoxicating.   My fingers found there way there, and I just couldn't help myself as I stroked my beloved to a few leisurely cums as the two lovebirds in this saccharine "chick flick" finally found their way to the altar in the final scene.

Here aroma and the taste of her on my fingers got the work-a-day cock to rally, and we ended our evening in bed with Mistress granting me permission to fuck her. A nice way to put a bad week to bed.

I did want to mention some correspondence we received earlier this week, posted to one of our older entries here (Donna's tutorial in butt plugs, on the "classics" list to the right). Here it is as posted by a "concerned reader":

 

“My hubby looks at youe blog at work – please ley him no he is stupid and will get in trouble one of these days. Thanks.”

It occurred to me that this posting could have been from our Western Correspondent's wife, B, with the spelling and grammar errors a clever disguise. Certainly the WC has been known to while away his work day perusing the blog-o-sphere. But he really ahs no "boss" to call him to account.

But then it may well be from a non-native English speaking  wife, who's husband  can't help toggling over to UCTMW in between more mundane work-day tasks, like retrieving personal data from facebook to sell us products we didn't know we needed. 

Just to be clear, UCTMW does not promote lollygagging or self-molestation during work hours, or using your employer's tech devices to access this blog. So save it for cigarette breaks or early mornings before wifey wakes up, my friends.

Consider yourselves warned. 

Yesterday we also had one of those rare dispatches from our Western Correspondent, who has been a little too busy in recent weeks exploring the opportunities that present themselves at a nearby Swingers Club. We're still awaiting the second installment of his "investigative journalism" report on the Scarlett Ranch. But in the meantime, here is a brief cautionary tale he shared with us:

We almost had a crisis here at the Casa De Miguel the other morning

My lovely bride switched on her trusty Hitachi and It went haywire

Ma-ken all kinds of kinds of weird noises and not vibrating right

Ms WC wore out a mighty Hitachi!!!!

What a stud!!!

She was not pleased and said What the fuck???

Its broken... I ventured

Being the practical one and the horny one she demanded

"You have another one of these around here

Don't you????"

As a matter of fact I did

I felt like a boy scout:)

So the crisis was averted and Ms WC got her normal quota of Orgasms

Just a warning to you Molly, Suzanne and Donna:)

The always prepared,

WC 

Of course, this got Molly and Mick wondering if the "extra" around the house was fresh out of the box, or had been put to other uses, maybe involving the special occasion cock?  Let's hope it wasn't this older model.

In any event, We hope B applied a few Clorox disinfectant wipes before she deployed the handy replacement that WC provided.

Finally, I feel a need to respond to some comments made over at Her Cuckold Wife.

That's the occasional blog of Tammy, the "wife" of Suzanne over at All Mine.  Tammy mentioned that he and three other "subs" among   our  blog world friends - Donna (our much valued Senior Correspondent), Aisha and 'Nilla have formed a little sub support network.  

In my typical flippant tone I commented that I was probably a little too "pampered" to be part of this little troika.  And some of the response comments suggested that old Mick really just "tops from below".  When I talked to Donna about this yesterday she was even more candid.

"You're really not a sub, Mick....."

Oh really?

I asked Mistress about this line of thinking last night.

"So am I not sub- enough, Mistress?"

We've heard this before here in another context.  Mistress, as I believe we have mentioned, is Jewish by blood, culture and upbringing.   But she has an Irish surname now, and is not a particularly observant Jew.  When she has attempted to involve herself in Jewish organizations in town, the response from some quarters seems to be "You're Not Jewish enough".

Fortunately, her response was supportive.  

"You're plenty sub enough for me, Slave....."

"Would you rather have me wearing women's panties to work under my suit, or cute nighties to bed?"

"That's really not what I'm looking for Slave....."

Of course, if asked to do so, I would happily go more "sissy" for Mistress.  Certainly, I would wear the cage more often if it pleased her.  Or a pink thong over it, for that matter.  The point is not to do those things because they are out of some "D/s" playbook, but to do them only if it makes Mistress hot to know I am willing to "go there' for her. And if it makes her hot, well, it makes slave hot too!

And I'm delighted to let her "step out" with J, or any one else who catches her eye.  That's way hot for both of us.

And that's pretty sub isn't it, my friends?

In my mind my role as a Sub is to please Mistress.  Make her feel more secure, more desired, more the Queen of our household. She's the one who provides the directions, explicit or implicit, that helps me fulfill that mission.

Certainly I fall short of that objective more often than I would like to admit.

I know she has a pretty punishing crop and a wooden shoe horn at her disposal, and she knows how to use it when I cross the line, wherever that might be.

But she's the one who sets the terms of my submission here at the UCTMW World HQ, and if she likes me to be a little more macho, and a little less sissified, that's her call isn't it?

I hope that doesn't make her not Domme enough?

We'd be curious to hear our readers thoughts in this touchy subject.