The Buck Stops With Mistress

Over the last few news cycles, there has been talk that organizational titles have no apparent meaning.

A certain Presidential candidate, who has been crossing the land touting his background in business and job "creation", was confronted with documents filed with the SEC, showing that he described himself as "President, CEO and Chairman" of a certain "pioneer in outsourcing". But he claims those titles actually meant that he "had no association with [the company's] management." Nada. The buck stopped somewhere else.... maybe Zurich?

I guess it was just  an extreme case of job title inflation.

Apparently some other guys were actually in charge: maybe they had titles like "Emperor" or "Supreme Leader".

Those of you familiar with the masthead at UCTMW know that we like to bestow titles from time to time. Our vast Media Empire has not outsourced any jobs yet (though it would be nice to have a London Bureau for Olympic coverage next month). But we do have a Western Correspondent. A Senior Correspondent. A Director of Security - International. The other day, Bill, the aforementioned Director of Security submitted a capitol appropriations request for some extra equipment so that Donna could multi-task and assist him as required:

We may put this particular acquisition off until  next fiscal year.


The long lost Francois was our Executive Chef and Director of Catering Services for a while. And last fall we created important titles in a spin off organization: the Sex Bloggers Protection Program.

I have worn a few hats myself:  Executive Editor, Director of Human Resources, General Counsel,  Mailboy, etc.

But there has never been any doubt about who is and remains in charge. Mistress / Molly is our Chief Executive, President and Chair of the Board here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And while some have accused me of being a pampered house slave, and "not really a Sub", I try to make it clear to her on a daily basis that she has my complete,total and obsequious loyalty and devotion.

She has gotten used to calling me her Slave, even to the point of potential embarrassment. You know how you can send a text message to more than one person at a time?  Sometimes we will do that, linking in one or both daughter to communicate about dinner plans or other schedule details. Well yesterday, Mistress had a ridiculously early morning company "retreat" (yet another excuse to get management to work on weekends). She left at 7:30 am and Slave lingered in bed, reading the Times, pining for the absence of our traditional "wake- up" sex.

At around 8 am she sent a text upon her arrival:

"Hi Slave. Miss you."

It took me a while to realize that it was sent on a "string" that included our sullen teen.

Ouch.

I sent Mistress a seperate text, confirming I missed her too, and pointing out that her last message was not "private".

So far we've gotten no snide feedback from the teen. Of course, she thinks we are weird and crazy anyway.

We did find ourselves back in the Executive Suite together by late afternoon.

Mistress was pretty burned out from work and she did stop by her lover J's house on the way home, for some apparently chaste conversation (his son is still visiting).

We napped a bit before it was time for some "banish the bad work vibes" sex. Mistress made sure that her cock was particularly attentive by requiring me to insert the aneros beforehand. And her Slave made sure her clean shaven folds were fully worshipped, wringing a nice bucking and moaning cum from her before even thinking about asking for permission to fuck her.

As I have tried to make clear: there is no confusion about the chain of command in this partiular organization.