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Our "grand tour" is coming to an end. And all this togetherness is probably wearing thin, at least for our cute Co-Eds, who probably need as much "alone time" from their parents as we need from them/ But it has been a grand adventure, particularly our few days in Amsterdam, where Mistress and Slave have never been before.

On Monday we toned down the schedule a bit -- sleeping in, touring the Van Gogh Museum, then walking about for some window shopping before our traditional pre-dinner "nap".  the more relaxed pace was conducive to our first "two-a-day" in some time.

In fact, Mistress expressed a little surprise when her slave "accidentally" woke her from that nap a little early to facilitate some early evening nooky!

Our walks through this wonderful town - with all its canals, vistas, cyclists and tall babes  - have been a delight. The only problem is that our youngest daughter - who now fancies herself more European than 'American", likes to walk at a fast pace about 20 feet ahead of us. Apparently that way she can act like she is not burdened by the rubes trailing in her wake.

But that makes it hard for slave to linger and catch a photo for the entertainment of our readers.  I did snatch this shot of a sign touting a local attraction:

This could be inspiration for Nilla to write a story based on some babe who takes a job as a tour guide, and then gets to try out all the cool display items after hours!

And because I was walking so fast trying to catch up with my daughter on the crowded holiday sidewalks, I almost missed this photo gallery. Fortunately, Mistress pointed it out to me:

Not sure why this high end photo gallery on a crowded pedestrian street was showing all this Japanese bondage images, but most passersby were not giving them a 2nd glance. I have a feeling Mistress and Slave will be back here again, without the burden of curious and judgmental daughters!

Dispatch From the North Country

Mistress, Slave and the two dommes in training have continued our European debauch these last few days, stopping overnight in Brussels and now for a few days in Amsterdam before heading home for the new year.

By Christmas morning our ability to have some stealth wake-up sex ended, since our younger daughter was also in residence in that tiny Marais apartment, and her judgmental grunts at us suggested that our gig was up. We did enjoy a lovely Christmas day, though. The sun was out and we poked around the Luxembourg Gardens and grazed in bistros open to accommodate the tourists and Parisians who had grown tired of being cooped up with families for the holidays.

Fortunately, Mistress had booked separate hotel rooms for us in Brussels, allowing us some moments to vocalize our passion, with a little cock riding thrown in for good measure.

Ahhhhhh.

We found Brussels to me muck more open and friendly.... a gregarious party town compared to the more reserved ways of the Parisians. Our youngest introduced us to a bar she had frequented while studying here during her senior year in high school.  It may have been the best bar ever... called Delerium.  I didn't want to think what she might have gotten up to at age 18 there in the wee hours of a Brussels Saturday.  I for one was overtaken by the pleasures of a local Christmas brew.  Don't think it was named after our last President. Apparently Slave was not quite ready for a 12% alcohol content beer.

Ouch.

Our next stop was via the high speed rail to Amsterdam, a place more beautiful and vibrant than we could have imagined. Our youngest insisted on a stroll through the red light district this afternoon. It was an odd juxtaposition:  beautiful old streetscapes, steeples, canals and churches with tarty arely dressed babes standing behind street level windows hawking their "wares".  Apparently, they've discovered a new kink: most were looking bored and texting on their cell phones as the pedestrians strolled by and gaped. Is this a new form of dominance: pay be 100 euros to watch me ignore you while texting. I get that on a daily basis from my daughters, but at least they remain dressed when doing that over dinner or breakfast.

By around 4 pm we were ready for a rest, and again Mistress scored: this time by making sure we have a cute little walk up apartment with separate bedrooms on a different floor from our two cuties.

But there was one hitch: our bedroom has the only shower.

This am we woke early just for some wake-up sex. But just as slave had dipped his head under the sheets to "prime the pump", so to speak, the older daughter was knocking and sliding into the room for her morning shower!

Oops.

Wonder what she figured her dear old dad was up to.

Once the shower was on, I "returned to task", and Mistress got her little wake up cum.

But Slave had to wait until this afternoon's nap time for his own satisfaction.

Fortunately, it was worth the wait.

Bon Noel!

With limited privacy in our little pied a tier here in an old neighborhood of Paris, we've had little time for sex, let alone posting about having sex.

Yes, we've been squeezing in some wake-up rendezvouses between the sheets, trying to stifle as best we can, while still asking for Mistress's permission to cum.  But I am a little concerned that our cute Co-Ed can hear us, considering her recitation at dinner last night of all the things her parents repeat to one another when we organize ourselves in the morning.

"I'm going to eat some yogurt and then put my clothes on, Mick" was a particular one that she jerked her mother's chain about.

"You don't want your mother to get sticky yogurt on those nice clothes, do you?" I rejoined.

Our other Co-Ed, the one who considers herself a real Parisian by virtue of a 6 month study abroad adventure, has shown her disdain for her gouche Americans parents and sister whenever possible.

Order coffee with your lunch?

Horrors!

You get the picture.  But she does seem to show up at meal time, before retreating to her private quarters for "personal space".  You can note that we are not complaining.

Of course, none of us are going hungry here. And Mistress is particularly attached to the giant merangues and the colorful macaroons.  I for one am partial to the baguettes.

There has also been some interesting art to see. This image reminded me of Mistress visiting my office for worship:

And lots of interesting windows to enjoy.  One daughter referred to a kinky leather good store as "weird", so I had to resist the temptation to check out the leather cuffs and collars. But I did snap a shot of the window and it's assortment of holiday latexwear:

Of course, Mistress does miss being in more regular contact with her lover, Jay.  They've been able to trade text messages by viber, but she's only had enough privacy to call him once, when our daughter stepped outside to call her boyfriend.  It was cute to hear her engage in romantic chit chat, while I stood guard to make sure our daughter was not able to listen in.  Moms with lovers a la carte are not  something most American girls can handle well, are they?

We hope all you devoted readers and your families enjoy peaceful and joyous holidays, and have more sex than we can this joyous season.

Femdom Night at the Museum?

Yesterday, while the cute Co-Eds were sleeping in, Mistress and Slave took in a nearby museum devoted to Jewish heritage and life in Paris. After we wandered through the impressive (and heartbreaking) exhibits, we stepped into the Museum book store. My search for a gift to bring home to my grand-kids was quickly diverted when I noticed a book that seemed to focus on the idolatry of the female gender - or at least their feet.  Here's the cover:

And here are a couple of other illustrations:

Maybe someone more facile at French can interpret the cover for me?

But your correspondent is having trouble figuring how this inspiring guidebook ended up in the museum collection.

Now I'm going to get back to sucking on Mistress's toes.

Dispatch From the Right Bank

Mistress, Slave and their two cute Co-Eds are enjoying some family time here in the City of Light, which has been all lit up for the holidays.

We have been able to squeeze in some wake-up sex, but have had to be particularly stealthy about it so as to avoid annoying / embarrassing one daughter sleeping in the next room. Mistress seems pleased with my ministrations, but she's had to keep those deeply felt expressions of delight undercover.

"It's kind of sexy to do it so quietly for a change, slave, isn't it?"

I can't disagree.

The sights and sounds of such a bustling city, amidst all the trappings of history, are particularly appealing this time of year, with all the shoppers in the sidewalks, and folks trundling home with their little Christmas trees.

Of course, Slave enjoys seeing all the Parisian ladies in their tights and short dresses, even riding bicycles or motor scooters. And I can't help but be distracted by all of the high end lingerie stores and their windows.

It's been nice to spend some time with our two daughters together for a change. And partake of all the sensual delights of what may be the world's most beautiful city.

In the meantime, we hope all of our devoted readers are beginning to ease up and into your own holidays, with families, friends, lovers, slaves, mistresses and masters!

Western Correspondent Action Figure On Market Just in Time for the Holidays

Mistress, slave and the two dommes in training are now safely ensconced in our little apartment in the Marais district of Paris, dug in through Christmas. We are overcoming jet lag by gorging on chocolate mousse and two much coffee.

The holiday lights are a delight here, as the Parisians ward off the gloom of winter.

You will be glad to know that Mistress's clean shaven folds have been welcoming to her slave. Although the close confines of our little walk up in an ancient building required us to stifle our expressions of mutual delight this morning.

"At least the bed doesn't squeak, slave...."

While strolling last night after dinner, we did notice an interesting action figure in a window displaying holiday gift items.

"Look Mistress..... our Western Correspondent must be marketing action figures? It's got a special occasion cock!"

I may have to review his employment contract with UCTMW World Media Enterprises to see whether we are due royalties.

"It would make a nice stocking stuffer, slave....". Mistress noted.

And I will let that line speak for itself.

Slave's Long Nightmare Ending?

As reported here earlier this week, Mistress had a medical procedure last Friday which has caused the imposition of a temporary embargo on the insertion of foreign objects through the gateway presented by those alluring clean shaven folds.

That includes her "work-a-day" cock.

And while I've been allowed to worship with lips and tongue these last few days to soothe her way to a full recovery, Slave has been shut down for a whole 5 days at this point.

And, believe it or not, the "no touch" rule has been honored through this entire, ugly ordeal.

Last night I came home from work to discover Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights.

Argh.

She did allow me to worship on our bed in the UCTMW executive suite, her folds easily accessed once she spread those firm and muscular thighs.

Yum.

And we've made an "appointment" to resume full conjugal privileges this morning.

"I should be good to go in the morning, Slave, as long as you are gentle with me."

My heart skipped a beat. And her work-a-day cock gave a little twitch. Signs of life? Though I must say that the thought of returning to action makes me a little nervous.

"But what if I've forgotten how to do it, Mistress? It's been so long."

"Don't worry slave, I think I can remind you."

Let's hope.

A Special Day for Our Senior Correspondent

Dear UCTMW friends,

Do you know what special day it is today?

Any idea of what I am dreaming of covering in chocolate, licking and sucking clean,  then repeating over and over again until some "cream" comes out to join the party?

Donna

Senior Correspondent

Mistress and Slave on Ice

Mistress was able to find an opening in her busy schedule for some afternoon nooky with her lover Jay on Thursday.  So when I came home Thursday night she had that "well fucked" look on her face, and even allowed me to have a taste of the residue mingling with her own sweet juices in her clean shaven folds.

"Can you taste anything different, Slave?" she asked, after I had soothed an extra cum out of her.

"Hmmm.... yes, Mistress. A little extra salty taste maybe...."

Sadly, I've never been the sort of natural juices connoisseur who can come up with flowery phraseology to describe the impressions made upon my taste buds.

Unfortunately, the wake up sex generously allowed by Mistress on Friday morning may be the last time Slave has for some sexual release until the middle of this coming week. Mistress had a minor medical procedure Friday afternoon (performed by the MD who got to enjoy her 'walk of shame" a few week weeks back). All went well, but her clean shaven folds are on the injured reserve list at least until Wednesday, when we head for France with our older cute Co-Ed.

Of course, all this abstinence is nothing new to lots of you out there. Your typical married middle aged couple probably only have sex once or twice a week anyway.  But 4 days without sex at the UCTMW World HQ is quite an abberation. If not an abomination!

Mistress finally was shaking off the aftereffects of the anesthesia this afternoon, as Slave prepared to watch the local Pussycats take on Johnny Football.

"I'm kind of horny, Slave....."

Slave can take a hint.  I persuaded her to let me to provide a little surface therapy with the tip of my tongue. Believe me, no arm twisting was required. 

"I don't think the doctor said 'no orgams' slave....."

I proceeded gently, not wanting to press Mistress's luck. Fortunately, she seemed able to cope with my delicate ministrations until they had the desired effect.

"Ummm.... that was nice, Slave....."

Let's hope this did not setback her recovery.

Slave is getting a little horny too.

Mistress and Slave "Pre-Game" Before a Downtown Holiday Party

Mistress and Slave had a holiday office party to attend downtown yesterday at the end of the workday. Fortunately, Mistress had a little slack in her busy schedule and was able to stop by my office for some personal attention and therapeutic ministrations before heading to our holiday frolic.

When she arrived, she found my office door closed. (Probably because I had a conference call earlier and did not want to disturb my colleagues).

Slave heard a discrete knock.

When I opened the door, I found her lovely visage - black dress, boots and tights, tasteful Southwestern jewelry - all decked out for the holiday party.

"Hmmmm.... door closed, Slave? ..... I thought you might be worshiping someone else before I arrived...."

Now that was worth a giggle. But at least it made clear what Mistress had on her mind as she sauntered into my office.

"Guess what, Slave.... I wore my special tights for you."

"Yum".

Slave slid her throne against the door. Spread out a blanket to absorb all those luscious juices, and fell to my knees as Mistress spread her legs for me.  Her "special" tights, with their strategically placed aperture, eliminate the need for all that fumbling with boots and undies, allowing her slave to efficiently get on task. They are the next best thing to email and the pdf when it comes to promoting an aging professional's productivity!

Plus feeling the smooth fabric of those black tights against the sides of my face while I placed my lips and tongue on task pushed all the kinky buttons of my tights fetish.

It seemed that Mistress fully enjoyed my efforts, sighing with the impact of a little pre-party cum before we headed out into the damp and chilly night for some holiday conviviality.

Slave Plays Pinch Hitter

Mistress and Slave did make it home successfully, trading bright SW sunshine for the damp and gloom of December in River City. I have a theory that our ancestors adapted the quaint habit of stringing brightly colored light bulbs around their homes and shrubs during this month not to celebrate the birth of some child 2014 years ago in what we now call Palestine, but simply to relieve the gloom. What I don't understand is why the bright lights get taken down before March.

Mistress had made plans on Tuesday night to spend the night with her lover J. It had been more than a week since she had a chance to sample his more athletic sexual stylings. Add that to the fact that we were both readjusting to the time shift and had no wake-up sex before work on Tuesday, and I'm sure Mistress was more than ready to exploit J's talents.

But at around 2 pm I got the call from Mistress that her evening's plans had been cancelled.

"His child care arrangements fell through, Slave....."

I could tell she was a bit disappointed.  And I suspect J was even more let down. It might be hard for them to find another window of opportunity before we head to Europe for the holidays.

I responded that I would do my best to fill in for him. (I guess I could have volunteered to take J's son for the night, but I'm not sure that would have gone over too well with the son!).

I had made alternative dinner plans with my cute grandsons. So it wasn't until 7 pm or so that I got home. Mistress was already home, working a little later on some projects.

But rest assured that before the evening was over, Slave did his best to deliver at least a few cums for Mistress -- one while massaging those clean shaven folds while we caught up with one of our favorite cable shows. And at least a couple more in the UCTMW executive suite.

Mistress made it clear that I should insert "your device" - the aneros - which assures a particularly sprightly cock for her "pinch hitter".. And while I'm sure that my more slow and tender sexual approach could not duplicate a wild and crazy night with J, at least she won't be waking up with a sore back!

Femdom Hits the Times

Mistress and slave are returning all too quickly to River City today, after a final day of bright sunshine and two-a-day sex. The gloom of the midwest awaits, though we will only be there for about a week before heading "across the pond" to visit our daughter "studying" in France for the holidays.

Yesterday, I unearthed Mistress's favorite power tool to give her a special treat before we joined some friends for dinner. She seemed to enjoy a little variety from my devoted tongue, and after a vibrant and quavering cum, she gave her slave permission to fuck her.  You can bet I took full advantage of the opportunity.

Otherwise, I tried to be on my best behavior, the smack of the riding crop on my tender aging ass still fresh in my memory.

I did note an interesting article that I shared with Mistress while perusing the NY Times on line. The Sunday Style section has long featured a column called "Modern Love". with guest writers sharing tales of romance and heartbreak that usually border on the overly sentimental, and not particularly "modern" at all. At least in this slave's perspective.

But yesterday there was a strangely amusing tale from a woman who was approached via OKCupid by a guy who wanted to be her "houseboy". What emerges is a funny tale of this lady trying to play the Domme for a guy in return for him driving her to Ikea and maybe cleaning her apartment.

Not sure why he approached her. And she may not be particularly mainstream either, since she confesses to having a video series on YouTube featuring her lolling in her bathtub smoking cigarettes, drinking marinis and singing karaoke. Check it out here: Ladies of Leisure .

While it isn't a particularly sexy tale, it's worth a read if only to see Femdom take a slight bow in our nation's "paper of record".  Here's the link: Houseboy Wanted to Serve Me. There's even a cute video that goes with it.  The conclusion appears to be that she was just not that Domme-ish. Even if she did do her best in order to get some housework done.

Justice Delayed, But Not Denied

Here at the UCTMW SW Annex we had another nearly perfect day: tender wake-up sex, sun drenched skiing above the cloud cover, and participating on some local holiday rituals.

In particular, we enjoyed joining the locals for a farolito lit stroll down an old historic street of adobes, galleries and museums. Then we joined folks for a Christmas tree lighting at an old bar restaurant where our friend, a local troubadour, was singing "Feliz Navidad" along with the whole collection of holiday standards. Mistress and Slave slipped out early for a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant owned by the Italaian gentleman  Mistress had met (and flirted a bit with I might add) on friday evening. It's fair to say he was happy to see her!

Of course, the shops in the little downtown were open, with lots of encouragement to "buy local". But I'm not sure whether the folks on my gifting list would fully understand the gifts on display:

And of course the town square was all lit up to attract the shoppers:

By now you might be saying. "Hey, Mick,  this is supposed to be a Femdom sex blog, not some  tedious promo for the local tourist bureau!" So I will roll the clock back a bit to Saturday afternoon.

We had spent a few hours on the slope and knew that a rest period was in order before setting out on our evening of holiday gawking. I was snuggled up against Mistress, just dozing off when she abruptly threw off the comforter.

"I've made an executive decision, Slave..... I'm getting the riding crop...."

Oops.  What about that nap?

True to her word, Mistress retrieved her crop from the cowboy boot converted to scabbard, and pulled the sheet off my naked ass as I struggled back to consciousness.

I came fully awake as the first blow landed on my awaiting posterior. I was way too dumb, sleepy and/or complaint to put up any resistance as a total of 12 stinging blows rained down upon me. (Apparently I was alert enough to count).

Somewhere after #2 she reminded me of the reason for my punishment.

"This is because you were a dick yesterday, and snapped at me ...."

"I am truly sorry, Mistress....I was out of line....."

She heartily agreed, and properly vented her disapproval on my helpless bottom. I suspect it was red and striped by the time she was done. Fortunately, she did not insist on a photo op to show the rest of you.

When my full punishment was meted out she showed mercy, though.

"You may worship me now, Slave."

I happily complied, burying my face betwixt those powerful and toned thighs and applying my skills to assure a proper cum or too.

Then she graciously allowed me to take my own pleasure.

Not surprisingly, her cock was fully primed when the opportunity was presented.

"I think you actually liked that cropping slave....."

"Well I can't say I  enjoyed it while it was happening, Mistress..... but it did have a certain effect...."

Cropping Dodged

Mistress and Slave have been enjoying our few days away "con much gusto".

After our wake-up sex rituals here in our hideaway on Friday morning, we spent some time just vegging out, reading books, checking in with work issues. Then at around 10 am we headed up to the ski mountain, where the bright SW sun was shining on about 8 inches of fluffy new snow.

This is where Slave got in trouble.  I forgot to remind Mistress to grab her helmet and gloves from the back seat, requiring a trip back to our car in the parking lot, and delaying our first run. Slave got a little pissy when this faux pas was discovered, and Mistress ended up slogging her way back to the car herself to retrieve the missing items.

She was not happy.

Have you ever tried slogging through parking lots in ski boots?

In retrospect, that is what  slaves are for. I should have insisted on doing this task myself.

And you can imagine that Mistress was none too happy with me after that slog when we finally were able to hit the slopes.

Fortunately, chatting with some friends we encountered, and the soothing sunshine after what seemed like months of River City gloom, soon lifted the mood and we had a wonderful ski day.

Nonetheless, when we got home I knew there would be a price to pay for my pissy-ness.

That's where the crop was dodged.

As we settled into bed for a nap, Mistress confessed:

"You deserve to be punished, Slave.. but I'm too tired right now...."

After our nap, Mistress did allow me to worship.  But I was denied the chance to take my own pleasure, as I should have been  considering my impertinence, don't you think?

Then it was time for Mistress to primp for a local charity event, with cute pre-decorated Christmas trees on sale to benefit local non-profits.  Mistress slithered into a new pair of her "peek-a-boo" tights. Coupled with some black cowboy boots and a short skirt, Mistress turned her self into a guy magnet, and certainly yanked all of her Slave's strings.

At the event, Mistress enjoyed some attention from a well known local artist, as well as an Italian restauranteur.

"The first thing he asked me was 'are you married?' Slave...."

"Did you tell him, yes, but I have permission, Mistress?"

She just gave me that 'raised eyebrow' look.  We may hit his restaurant tonight, if only for the gluten free pizza he was touting to Mistress.

By the time we got home we were a little too tired for any hanky panky.   But Mistress did sleep in those sexy tights, just to tease her slave.

I'm hoping that my orgasm embargo has been lifted by this morning.

Back in our Hideaway

Mistress and Slave made it to our little SW hideaway late yesterday afternoon. It's a long travel day, caught up in the ugly world of 21st Century air travel, but once we arrived at our destination the sun was out the temperature was moderate and we quickly shed some of the angst that builds up in the gloom and year end machinations of River City life.

Our little adobe house was in good shape, though one could tell that Mistress's sister had moved a few things around during a recent visit with her husband.

One thing that caught my eye was how orderly our closet was - had the lady who keeps an eye on it while we were gone done some reorganizing?  When I saw my cowboy boots lined up so nicely I did a double take at the accessory sticking out of one.

You may recall that over the summer, slave got into some hot water when I was asked to retrieve our riding crop at a moment when Mistress wanted to put it to its proper use.

And no, we weren't going riding.

Well, now we knew exactly where it was.

"Mistress, do you think Julie (our caretaker) put that riding crop there?"

"No, Slave. I did that the last time we were here. That way it won't get 'lost' again...."

"Do you think your sister saw it.... I wonder what she thought?"

"Oh.... If she noticed it, I doubt she'd think much of it.... she's not wired that way...."

Well I'm not so sure. And maybe she'd think that it was something that her brother-in-law uses on her sister.

Little does she know who wields the crop in this family! (Other than on switch days).

Heading West

Mistress and Slave have schlepped to the local airport and are waiting at our gate for flights south, then west to our SW hideaway. It's the perfect remedy for the gloom that has settled over River City for the last several weeks. We're counting on some sunshine and snow and a few early turns as the local ski hill opens for the season.

Yesterday Mistress was a very courteous hostess for a lunch gathering at our home for some of my clients. But afterwards, she had mischief on her mind: a pre-getaway appointment for some high energy sexual hijinks with her lover, J.

"He's got to pick his son up at school around 4:30, slave, so I'll be home after that."

Sure enough, Mistress was home when I returned from work, and gave me a brief summary of her late afternoon.

"It was 2 hours of crazy sex, slave....."

"So what did you do, Mistress?"

"Oh the usual, Slave.... me on the side of the bed, legs up. Me riding his cock. Him on top. The full gamut of usual stuff."

Mistress even allowed her slave to worship, hiking down her black tights to give Slave a taste of all those flavors and juices.

What more can a slave ask.... charming hostess one minute, then wanton slut/Mistress the next.

I've got it all.

UCTMW Chief IT Officer Called Into Action

The nest was finally emptied late Sunday afternoon, after a busy but pleasant Thanksgiving weekend. Mistress and Slave had to put a lid their sexual antics over the four day weekend, using music on our bedroom radio, and vocal self-restraint to not disturb our cute Co-Ed with haunting images of their parents actually having sex. 

She slept in late in Sunday, so hopefully did not hear the buzz emitting from beneath our comforter of a certain  power tool, as Mistress bucked and moaned to two very compelling cums before Slave was permitted to take his own pleasure from her clean shaven folds.

It was not until after our daughter headed back to campus on Sunday afternoon that Mistress noticed some problems that called for the services of the UCTMW Chief IT Officer.  Both technical conundrums arose from the obsession that Apple has to enslave us all to their technology by making all of our devices interact, so that  the information collected on or received by one will be regurgitated onto all the others, without the stupid consumer ever asking.

Examples:

"Slave, I downloaded that new operating system onto my desk top computer, and now my text messages are showing up on the screen.  That's not good......"

No, that's not good at all. Our daughters sometimes use that computer, on a table in our living room. The last thing they may want to see is a text from a certain "Mistress" enquiring about her "Slave's" cock cage.... or commenting on the hotness of his morning worship.

And I often use that computer too.

"What about texts with J, Slave..... a Mistress is entitled to some privacy when exchanging lascivious messages....."

No, it wouldn't be good for our daughters  her Slave to observe those types of salty exchanges between the loving mother/wife and her lover, or any of her "backburner" suitors, for that matter.

As Slave was fiddling with the preferences and settings on her computer to solve the problem, Mistress noticed a new and unanticpated problem on the screen of our TV, where we were planning to watch a Netflix movie. To facilitate TV viewing of streaming video services we had bought one of those Apple TV devices. It's a clever little device that allows our larger screened TV to project what we had previously watched via computer screen.

But the good people at Apple had elected to use as a "screen saver" when no content is screening a selection of photos from my "photo-stream". You know, the photos I take on my I-phone from time to time, which I might post on facebook, twitter, or......oops....... this blog."

"We've got another IT problem here, Slave. I keep seeing photos of my naked ass and other body parts. And there's one of you in your cock cage....."

I immediately thought how that would look to our daughters, or maybe my sister who will be visiting over the holidays.

Obviously, I had another assignment in my "Chief IT Officer" role.

It took me a while, but I did stumble onto the way to deactivate Mistress's "messages" feed on her table top computer.  And while we watched some TV last night, I used commercial breaks to delete those smutty images from my "photo stream" hopefully that will work too.... as long as I remember to keep on deleting everytime I snap a naughty image of Mistress for your amusement.

A Chief IT Officers duties never end.

Big Changes For Our Senior Correspondent

We've not heard too much of late from Donna, our Senior Correspondent here at UCTMW. But as you can see from her posting today, she's had a lot on her plate:

Hi Guys,

There have been some significant changes in my life since I last corresponded with you.  My son graduated from medical school, a fabulous physician found a medication that improves my daughter's quality of life as an adult with autism, Bill and I were divorced, and I became submissive to a new Dom.

That's quite a bit, right?  While I could regale you with all kinds of wonderful stories about my son, daughter-in law, and daughter, I don't imagine those would be of too much interest to UCTMW readers.  Although there is that interesting point that my very sexy DIL, who is just barely five feet tall and works to keep her weight up to 100 pounds, wears gorgeous, black leather boots with six inch heels as she Dommes my 6'4", 195 lb son.  It might also be of interest that my daughter, who may be quite autistic but also has a genius level IQ, has know for many years that her father and I are part of the BDSM community, and has always been totally cool with it.  So cool, in fact, that one year for my birthday she gave me a gift certificate for a new corset.  How great is that?

As far as the divorce goes, Bill and I have been friends since we were kids and will always remain so, however our time as a married couple had come to its natural conclusion.  He is in the midst of relocating to another state, and I wish him great adventures, many sexy, sassy women, and a wonderful, happy life.

I am going to continue living here, amidst these beautiful mountains, in my log cabin out in the woods. My daughter lives in an attached apartment, and since we both love the mountains, as well as this cabin, it's the perfect situation for us.

Moving on to the Dom part of the message, I met my new Dom just a couple of months ago.  Dom Sam is a fine figure of a man,  6'3", 185 pounds, and in my basic age group.  He is a strikingly handsome African American man, with a full head of dark hair that has just a touch of gray at the temples.  As a retired Marine, he has a take charge attitude coupled with sharp attention to detail.  He has many years of experience in dungeons around the world and is skilled in most areas of BDSM.  His go-to tools for a session are whips, floggers, paddles, rope and bondage tape, and he enjoys focusing on overlapping the physical, intellectual, emotional and sexual aspects of BDSM.

Something very important to me about our D/s relationship is that Dom Sam clearly sees me as a sexy, submissive woman who is truly in need of all aspects of BDSM in her life. His goal is to meet those needs, and my goal is to serve him submissively, in whatever way pleases him. 

In any case, I was very fortunate to become Dom Sam's submissive, and I look forward to reporting to you on our fabulous firsts, as in first meeting, first flogging, first sexual encounter, and more.  But that all needs to wait for another post.

As we begin the holiday season, remember to incorporate kink into each and every day!  It will keep a smile on your face, sparkle in your eyes, and a buzz in your britches!

Hugs,
Donna
Senior Correspondent

Thanks for the update, Donna. We all will be rooting for you as you take on a new set of challenges, and your new Dom.  Please keep us up to date!

Love, 

Molly and Mick 

Thanksgiving with the Dommes

One thing we had to be especially thankful for yesterday was a relatively painless, incident free Thanksgiving dinner at Mistress's mother's house not far from the UCTMW World HQ.

Festivities did not begin until 5 pm, leaving time for wake-up sex here at home, a bike ride, and an afternoon nap that was preceded by some face between the thighs time (my face, her thighs, of course).

It was the second year in a row that Mistress and Slave craftily dodged the TG dinner hosting duties. What a relief not to engage in all that set up, cleaning and organizing. We did agree to provide the turkeys, which was a snap. We order them in advance from a funky local BBQ joint that specializes in deep fried and smoked turkeys for their holiday customers. You drive by, they pop them in your trunk, all cut up and slathered in BBQ sauce. Delicious, and so convenient. Two turkeys for $50? And so much leftover we could eat turkey for a week if we could handle the post meal comas that always seem to ensue.

In attendance at dinner were Mistress's sister and brother in law. Our cute Co-Ed (the other is "studying" overseas), and Mistress's step sister,  her husband and three geeky sons. Although the dinner conversation, dominated by the geeks, veered to the tedious, the food was great, the wine flowed, and we were able to make our excuses and crash at a reasonable hour.

Before dinner I quietly cued Mistress to stand next to her mother, the Dowager Domme, so I could take this photo of the two of them in their black boots and tights, complemented by simple black dresses and some striking jewelry for the holiday.  These are not two ladies who would be caught dead in one of those colorful holiday sweaters with an overstuffed turkey woven across the boobs. Indeed, you can see where Mistress got her style cues, and "take charge" disposition. At 75, the Dowager Domme has not lost an iota of her high fashion sensibility.

Obviously, at least one  daughter did not fall far from the heel of her Mom's kinky boots.

Happy Thanksgiving. Now, Eat!

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we had a prequel feast last night, including Molly's sister and brother in law in town for the holiday, my daughter, son-in-law and two cute grandsons who will be at his family's ritual feasting today, and Molly's mother, the Dowager Domme of the family.  We did a good job of avoiding any major confrontations or faux pas, holding our fire until the birds are served tomorrow.

(Well there was one little "yuck" moment, with Molly's sister making fun over grilled Salmon of some little boy on her husband's side of the family because he likes artsy crafty things, makes himself bracelets, and wanted to dress like a girl for Halloween. She didn't know that my grandsons love artsy crafty things, and my daughter had put a whole raft of them on her suggested Christmas gifting list. Several of us swiftly steered the conversation in the direction of "isn't it good that kids don't have to fit into the old stereotypes anymore".  Not sure she got the hint.)

The house is already filling up. Our Cute Co-Ed is here, beginning to fret about what happens after she graduates in June. (her parents are fretting too!). And this morning when I went down to brew coffee, humming some Holiday tune, I was startled to discover her semi-boyfriend asleep on our couch.  Where did he come from? And is it good or bad that he's not sharing CCO's bed?

Even with the extra bodies here, Mistress and Slave will definitely engage in some stifled wake up sex. If we are going to indulge in rituals today, we might as well start with a good one.  There will be some bike riding, some brush clearing for me, and a visit to my cranky mother, who is long past joining us for dinner. I will almost miss her annoyed demeanor at the table, and her grousing about no one eating her store bought sweet potato pie with the coolwhip can beside it,  in favor of the thick creamy home made concoctions prepared my Molly's mom.

This brings us to the subject of buffer guests. Those friends, work colleagues or even total strangers  in high demand to provide some insurance that the family gathering will not quickly devolve into an ugly showdown where the scabs of generational resentment and decades old petty insults,  are picked apart and rubbed raw like the carcass of a fattened turkey's carcass.

Family members are much more reluctant to remind you that you (or your children) have gained weight, that you wore that outfit last year, or that they make more money than you, if your old college pal, or your executive assistant and her husband are there at the table, right?

Plus there's always a chance that one of your guests teenaged kids will get high with you on the deck, or hook up with one of your kids or their cousins in a guest bedroom while dessert is served.  That's better than the threat of  incest.

Of course, inviting buffer guests to defuse family tensions is a tradition as long as Thanksgiving itself. Why do you think the "native Americans"  invited those fancy panted Puritans to what is reputed to be the first Thanksgiving?  To teach them table manners?

But the competition for buffer guests is getting more intense with each passing Thanksgiving. I've heard that instead of being grateful for the invite to over-indulge with you and your "loving" family, they are comparing invitations up to the last minute, and asking the successful bidder to "sweeten" the deal. And I'm not talking about letting them take home left over sweet potato pie and cool whip.

Note to Self: Next year launch an Uber like App to match potential buffer guests in the n neighborhood with families in desperate need. It could even show "times of arrival" and "times the pies get cut" to match the hungry with the desperate for diversion!  Heck, there could even be "advanced searches" that identify whether any of the guests will be wearing cock cages!

Happy Thanksgiving dear readers! We hope all of you make it through the most caloricly challenging holiday of them all without insulting (or being insulted by) a relative or being disowned.

Femdom Comes to Prime Time But Lays Low at the UCTMW World HQ

Slave has an annoying habit of getting up early (at least annoying to Mistress who likes me warming our bed at all times.) When CNN gets too depressing, I tend to check out Hulu for interesting new shows and got hooked a few weeks back on Gotham on FX, a sort of Batman prequel set in a pre-apocolyptic NYC beset by sleazy crime bosses and corrupt cops and politicians (sounds like any big city in the 1970's doesn't it?) It's a prime time broadcast show on FX, presumably with a teen or young adult audience in mind. I mean, who buys comic books?

So I was a little surprised to see a see an out and out femdom bondage scene featuring a black corseted Jada Pinkett Smith, in her role as the unlikely named "Fish Mooney", with some Russian crime boss tied to her bed.

Sure, they were only ribbons, but the imagery must have set off the hormones of high school boys and girls everywhere. It's good to know that all those post-pubescent girls reading their Mom's dog eared version of 50 Shades now know that this kink goes both ways.  BTW, it seems that Fish is into foot worship too:

Sadly, the submissive Russkie gets machine gunned in a subsequent episode, so Fish may have to find a new Sub. Maybe Alfred, the young Bruce Wayne's loyal butler? Or Detective Gordon, who's girlfriend decided to forego cock and hideout with a lady DA? 

Unfortunately, with our cute Co-Ed back from college for the Thanksgiving feedbagging, Mistress will not be able to suitably exploit her Slave over the weekend. We have a large family crowd descending here for dinner tonight (you have to eat big meals before Thanksgiving to help stretch the linings of your intestines, right?). Then the BIG MEAL Thursday and another follow up on Friday. Overly full tummies and good sex really don't mix well do they? 

Bu you can expect Mistress and Slave to give it a go, nonetheless, particularly this morning, before the carbo-loading begins in earnest.

Mistress and Slave Break In Some New Peek-a-Boo Tights

After a restful and sexually abundant weekend, Mistress had another one of those early mornings on Monday .... out the door by 7:30 doesn't leave much time for our wake-up sex rituals. And to make matters worse for her poor and easily distracted slave, she slithered into a new pair of "peek-a-boo" tights before heading out to work.

I was there sipping my coffee, reading the paper, while she applied her make-up and brushed her hair in those black tights and bra.

"I will have just enough time to let you worship me, Slave...."

Kneeling at the side of the bed and applying my tongue to that little aperture at the juncture of her strong and shapely thighs just added a little more fuel to slave's simmering fire. But at least Mistress had a little starter cum to launch her day.

When she put on the final touches of her outfit -- black dress ending a few inches above the knee, those kinky new boots and a black leather jacket -- she was the perfect image of a Domme with an advanced degree and a  very high hourly rate. 

Slave was able to ride my bike to work yesterday, giving an outlet for all that excess sexual energy. Fortunately, when I got home around dusk, Mistress was waiting for me. And she hadn't changed from her work day Domme look.  When I commented on her look, she noted that at her early morning meeting one of her male clients took note.

"He said.... look at Molly in her black leather....."

"I'm sure they were all looking, Mistress....."

With a free evening before us.... the last for a while with our empty nest soon to be re-infested for the holiday....we adjourned to our bed in Mistress's Executive Suite.

"How would you like to fuck me in my peek-a-boo tights, Slave?"

I think you all know the answer to that question.

Kinky Boots and UCTMW Fan Fiction?

Mistress allowed slave to break his long cruel streak of abstinence on Saturday morning .... it was the sort of 36 hours of denial that I know won't earn me any "Awww.... poor Mick's" here..... But I know I was grateful. I tried to make sure Mistress was equally gratified, and threw in some afternoon worship too to make sure she had sufficient return on her investment.

Last night we had a double date of sorts with some friends .... we were heading to a funky urbanista neighborhood, so Mistress dressed down with dark jeans and a black leather jacket. She topped off (or would it be bottomed off?) the look with some new all weather boots she acquired on her recent visit to Portland.  Here they are:

I think they have a "Cruel Mistress" sort of feel, don't you?  Maybe accessorized with a black leather whip or crop?  Mistress see them as a more practical solution for snowy or slushy days here in the heartland, because they've got tough, rubber soles, and a heel built in to the body of the shoe.  I wonder of she'd let me lick some day to get the salt off?

Turning to a different subject, Slave is still having fun with the UCTMW Tumblr page, where we now have more than 200 followers.  The content out there ranges from cute kinky to artsy kinky  to creepy and dark kinky. And lots of images seem to get recycled regularly. But there was one unattributed image that popped up on my stream that made me wonder if there is someone out there who has appropriated our characters here at UCTMW and turned them into a very well drawn and imagined comic strip.  Take a look:

Although, taking a closer look, this lady is missing Mistress's clean shaven folds. But I swear that container with the kitchen tools is exactly what you'd find here in the UCTMW corporate commissary.

Abstinence Day Redux

Here in River City, Mistress has had an unfortunate streak of early curtain calls. Which definitely puts a cramp in our more typical wake up sex patterns.

Yesterday was another day when she had to be out of the door at 7:45. As a result Slave would be denied his chance to take his pleasure in the customary spoiled slave way.

What made it harder was seeing Mistress getting primped and ready, all decked out in some sexy cobalt blue undies, and then slithering into some black tights and boots.

Fortunately, there was time for some worship before she got all suited up, leaving the taunting taste of her musky clean shaven folds on my lips to savor and tease as my day unfolded.

But then she had to make it worse.  I'm laying there in bed, reading the paper, freshly showered, in a blue robe, not in too much of a hurry to put on my own work costume.

She's in those black boots, tights and skirt, ready to go out the door. But what does she do?  She leans over and takes her work-a-day cock between those lush lips and gives me the full oral massage for about 40 seconds..... just enough to call out my inner horny guy.....then she blithely drops the matter, kisses me goodbye and la-de-dahs out the door on the way to work.

ARRRRGH.

I must say that it took a good deal of slave discipline to abide by the "no touch" rule, and put horny thoughts aside.

At the end of the work day, we had a quick turn around, because of plans to meet some friends for dinner.  I returned home from work with only about an hour to change and head back out, finding Mistress in bed, stripped to those sweet blue undies and her black bra.....

"Would you like some worship before we go, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Slave....."

After a long day contemplating  her sweet, red lips on my tart cock, I could hardly resist the opportunity to bury myself between her thighs, but, sadly, there would be no time for the "full monty". Instead, I simply enjoyed the chance to savor the delights hiding behind those wispy blue panties, pushing the fabric aside with my tongue to find her sweet spot, and linger there until she came with abandon on my face.

"It's a shame we don't have time for more, Slave..... but duty calls."

"Looks like it will be an abstinence day, then, Mistress....."

"Sometimes it's good for you to be desperate, Slave....."

As you might expect, Slave is looking forward to this morning's chance to break this losing streak.

Tights Taunts / HNT

With the early cold wave here in River City comes an unexpected dividend.

Lots of ladies on the streets downtown with their tights taunting a tights fetishist such as myself.

And of course Mistress enjoys teasing her Slave... working on a weak spot for full effect.

Yesterday as I was "slaving away" at my desk, my cell phone beeped with a photo from Mistress.

"new tights" she messaged.  Here is the photo, an odd and confusing perspective, but apparently a from the top close up of Mistress after she slithered into a new pair of "peek-a-boo" tights:

It's an odd image, all curves, texture and a little hint of the aperture that makes her Oh so fuckable in those tights.

Then, when slave got home I found Mistress busily working in the UCTMW Executive Suite, with nothing on but her tights and a black bra.

Such a tease! 

After giving me the opportunity to worship, we whipped up some dinner, and watched a little TV.  Mistress was next to me on the couch, her legs in those same taunting tights stretched across her Slave's lap, allowing me to stroke and rub and kiss and fondle those tight clad toes, feet, calves and thighs.

As you can imagine, by the time our show had ended, Slave could take no more of the taunt. Fortunately, Mistress was in an indulgent mood, allowing me to unleash my pent up lust in the fashion you might expect.  

I can't think of a better nightcap, can you?

 

Shared Bodily Warmth

River City is caught up in this strange "Is it January, or November?" weather pattern. First the snow. Then temperatures in the teens.

We woke early, but reluctant to leave the warmth of our bed. The wake up sex and afterglow made it even more compelling to spend the day in bed with Mistress.

But, sadly, duty called. I had an early morning performance art engagement that required me to get out of that warm bed, shed the loving embrace of Mistress, and put on my work-a-day costume.

Bummer.

Fortunately, Mistress had other ways to stay warm.

"Jay's asked me to come over at lunch time, Slave.... I know I should be working, but I think I can fit it into my schedule. I'll just do some work over there."

"Poor Mistress.... it's a shame he doesn't make house calls."

"You're right, Slave.....but still....."

You could tell Mistress was missing her fix of Jay's more athletic sexual antics, and a mid-day break in a warm bed was too tempting to pass up, despite the inconvenient 20 minute drive out to Jay's across the frozen tundra.

Sure enough, MIstress was "off the grid" from about noon to 3:00 pm or so. When she came up for air we agreed I would see her at home around 6 pm.  Chilled from the walk across the driveway. the only place to go was straight back to bed with Mistress.... at least for a while.

In bed, I was allowed to worship Mistress's well exercised folds. In addition to some time in the sack with Jay, she'd also attended a morning spinning class. As I ministered to her with my soothing tongue and lips, I could hardly avoid tasting the salty, frothy remnants of her day's mischief.

And I nosily pumped her for some of the smutty details of her "lunch hours" with Jay.

"I told him to try missionary for a change, Slave.... because of my still tender back from all that raucous sex with him last week...."

"Did he mind, Mistress?"

"He said that's kind of 'boring', but he seemed to handle it ok. And I did ride his cock for a while...."

"I'm sure he was understanding, Mistress...."

"But after about an hour of that, I had to call it a day, Slave.... work to do..... I think he would have gone on for 3 hours if I had let him....."

Yikes. Jay really is pumped up these days.

Mistress had a nice little "apertif" cum before she whipped up some dinner, but made clear that her slave would be waiting until morning for his own opportunity.  After all, she'd had a pretty busy day.

Winter Wonderland Edition

Mistress and Slave made it home safely from our memorable, romantic  weekend getaway.

Well there was that ignominious defeat for my alma mater on a long cold Saturday afternoon/evening. Lucrative network contracts come with a price.... the inconvenience to fans freezing in an ice encrusted stadium into the evening. We sure don't want to start the coverage too early on the West Coast do we? I might interfere with their eggs and avocado brunches.

Once we thawed out, back in our cute little hotel suite on the Lake, I expressed my appreciation to Mistress for toughing it out with me .... at least through the first quarter. She was able to find shelter at a cafe in the book store for the rest of the game, which.... naturally .... extended into OT before the home team completed their collapse.

But the snow covered campus sure did look pretty in the dark.... the famous dome glowing in its winter cloak.

And back at our hotel, all was warm and cozy.

"We should do this more often, Mistress, and just skip the football game."

"You won't get an argument from me on that one, slave."

I tried to make her long day worth it's while on Sunday morning. I had packed her favorite power tool, and made sure she got a full ride of sensation before granting her permission to cum. Her moans of delight would have made a nice, kinky podcast highlight. Fortunately, Mistress gave her slave permission to enjoy her clean shaven folds, which was frosting on the cake for my birthday celebration. We lolled for a while in bed, before a long walk on the snow encrusted beach that fueled our appetites for a big Sunday brunch at a cute local cafe.

The ride home to river city went smoothly. But now we've woken to a winter wonderland of our own, with an early 4 inches of snow on the ground and more falling.

Snow day?  At the very least the snow will be an excuse to huddle under the covers for some extended wake up sex this morning. At least we deserve a one hour delay, don't you think?

"The Most Raucous Sex Ever"

That's how Mistress described her Thursday night sleepover with J as we drove north, into the snow belt, for our getaway weekend that will include a football game at Slave's alma mater.

"How do you mean, Mistress?"

"Well J has been working out a lot lately.... he's strong, with lots of stamina, Slave..... I swear we went at it for 4 hours...."

"Poor Mistress....you must be tired..."

"I am, and my back's kind of sore today..... lot's of pounding on your poor Mistress...."

I almost felt sorry for her.

"ANd then at the doctor this morning.....I was a mess...."

Mistress had a very early MD checkup scheduled. So she had to go straight there from J's bed.

"J surprised me.... he was ready to do it again before  I left.... I told him I only had 25 minutes, but that was good enough for him....."

"Why was this a problem with the doctor, Mistress?"

"There I was at 7:45 am, walking in in my black dress and tights from the night before.... my hair probably a mess....it was like the walk of shame, Slave..... he probably could tell that I hadn't been home all night."

"Is this the doctor who flirts with you a bit, Mistress?"

"He is .... kind of handsome if I do say so. He likes to talk about our SW hideaway, where he goes for skiing...."

"I'm sure he really didn't notice anything askew, Mistress.... "

"Well he surprised me when he said he needed to do one of those exams, Slave..... Ugh..... I'm sure he could tell I had just had sex.... so embarrassing....."

"Maybe he was just making an excuse to get you on your back, Mistress....."

I guess there is a small price to pay for "the most raucous sex ever", but worthwhile, no doubt. She was even texting J on the drive north about their wild night together.

Once we arrived at our quaint little Victorian hotel on the shores of Lake Michigan, a few inches of snow on the ground putting us in an early holiday mood, I was wondering whether Mistress might be too tired for some less raucous Mistress and slave sex.

"Of course not, slave.... it's your birthday.... I felt a little guilty not being there when you woke up this morning....."

"But you had two birthday boys to please this week, Mistress.....not a problem."

I proceeded gingerly, making sure not to do any more harm to Mistress's tender back. And the ultimate outcome was every bit as gratifying as a long night of raucous!

Mistress Plans a Sleepover with Jay. Plus a Shoutout to our Lurkers.

Mistress and Slave were back to a more normal schedule yesterday: some enthusiastic wake up sex in the morning (after a whole 36 hours of chastity, slave was particularly enthisiastic!); then some worship for Mistress after a busy work day in the evening.

Tonight, Mistress has a sleepover scheduled with her lover Jay to celebrate his birthday.

"I hope you don't mind, Slave.... but I told him I would take him out for sushi for his birthday, and he even got a babysitter for the night."

Who am I to complain. Plus I worry about Mistress driving home late at night after all that "exercise" in Jay's bed.

"I feel a little bad not waking up with you on your birthday Slave."

"Mistress, at my age, birthdays are not something I like to think too much about, plus we'll be celebrating over the weekend on our little getaway...."

One thing Mistress made clear: today is a cage day for slave while she's spending the evening with Jay.  I already have schmooshed my package into the hard steel ring, which should provide Mistress with a little extra bonus this morning during our wake-up sex.

I did notice that my fellow sex bloggers have proclaimed this "love our lurkers" week here in the blog-o-sphere.  And I know you all are out there. google tells me that we average about 800-1000 page views on any given day here at UCTMW. While most of you are from the USA, you check in with us from Australia, Russia, the UK, Spain, France, the Netherlands and elsewhere. And while we get a handful of comments from a few of you, not nearly enough to keep us all entertained.

(We still miss you Suzanne! Wherever you are!)

Of course, we're happy for you to enjoy your visits here. And for those of you who find our narratives, adventures  or images an inspiration for your own furtive wankings or communal sexual explorations, go for it!  But we also encourage you to chime in from time to time to!

What is It About Mistress and Scorpios?

Here at the UCTMW World HQ, Mistress and Slave more than made up for the absence of Monday morning "wake up" sex with some long, sumptuous and fervent early evening sex once both of us made it home from work.  As the sun set outside our window, we extended our fucking from dusk into darkness. By the time this old Slave had been given permission to cum, it was an open question as to whether we would ever get out of bed to whip up some dinner.

Unfortunately, Mistress has another very early morning today, with a road trip for work to lands south of the Mason Dixon line. She may not be home until late tonight, so there is a good chance last night's extended session will be the last either one of us get until tomorrow morning.

Of course, Slave has his own instructions.

"You're in the cage today, Slave....."

"Of course, Mistress."

She's already on the road, but Slave will make sure to text her a photo of me in said cage before I head to the office. (I suspect some of you are rolling your eyes at our 'honor system"?)

But the real subject of today's blog is not seeking your sympathy for a day in the cage, but the odd coincidence that Mistress's slave and her two other lovers all have birthdays this week!

Today is J's birthday.  Mistress announced last night that she's taking Jay to dinner on Thursday night to "celebrate". Somehow I suspect that Jay will get a little nicer Birthday treat than dinner at Chipotles.

Slave's birthday is Friday.  We are driving up to the shores of Lake Michigan for a romantic weekend and a football game at my alma mater. (Apparently we may need our snow boots!)

Saturday is K's birthday. K is Mistress's current "backburner" who occasionally emerges for some work day nooky when the spirit moves him, and Mistress is also in her cougar mood.

But, tell me what are the odds that all of Mistress's lovers would share a birthday week?   If anyone can explain what's going on please let this unimaginative Slave know.

Mistress Gets Some "Worship" Before Her Early Curtain Call

Mistress and Slave had a restful Sunday here in River City. The one advantage of the local Pussycats melting down under the  Thursday night lights was that there was no football game to distract Slave from attending to Mistress's needs on Sunday.

So there was plenty of lazing around in the executive suite with the Times, a bike ride, some movie watching, and a late afternoon nap followed by some hot sex before dinner time.

"Why not put in your device, Slave...."

I was happy to follow orders, inserting my well lubed aneros, and delivering Mistress the type of rigid and insistent cock that she deserves.

Sadly, it's one of those very early morning meeting days for Mistress.  So there was no time for Mistress to indulge me this morning. But since she slithered into her special peek-a-boo tights, there was both temptation and opportunity for some pre- 9 am worship here. And once Mistress had her "wake-up cum" she even rolled over for a short photo op, for me to share with my fellow tights fethishists.

Hope your Monday starts as well as ours did! But not as early.

Tights Season Kicks-Off

Slave has a bit of a fetish that goes back to my middle school years for ladies in tights, hose, stockings, you name it.

Mistress has some strict fashion rules: no tights until the weather turns cold. And who can really blame her when her legs look so hot au naturale.

So it was worth celebrating yesterday when Mistress finally decided that the weather had changed here in the heartland, and she popped out some sexy black tights to kick-off the season. Add in the fact that Mistress was able to drop by my office for some post-lunch worship and it was worth popping some Champagne!

But, sadly, that was the only cork that was going to pop, since Mistress had taken the precaution to make sure her slave's cock was locked up tight in cold, unyielding, stainless steel.

Regardless, I was able to relish Mistress pealing back her tights, and settling  onto her "throne" in my office, where I could  savor those sultry, musky flavors and use my lips and tongue to soothe and stimulate her clean shaven folds.

Later, at home, Mistress unlocked me, and I could worship once more, and admire Mistress's tight clad legs as, afterwords, I rested on her legs until we had to head out for a dinner engagement.

Unfortunately, there was no opportunity for me to unleash all that pent up sexual energy (and seed) last night.

But I have a feeling that's going to change this morning.

Mutual Consolation for Mistress and Her Lover

When we woke Wednesday morning, we scanned the papers and internet to get the full scope of the electoral carnage. Mistress was particularly disapointed about the Florida Governor's race/ The losing candidate there had once complemented Mistress on her tan, and Charlie knows his tanning!

Some post-election wake up sex got Slave sufficiently chipper to "move on" and head to the office on Wednesday morning. But before I left, Mistress mentioned that her lover, Jay, had returned home last night from a business trip, and that she could be persuaded to pay him a visit at lunch time.

Sure enough, as Slave was heading to lunch, I got a call from Mistress that she was on her way to his house, about 20 minutes from ours.

"He was on a rant about the election when I talked to him, Slave."
(Jay leans blue on the political spectrum, like we do).

"Well then you should go visit, Mistress.... you can lick each others' wounds."

As Mistress recounted the tale later that evening, with her Slave doing some licking of my own, there was plenty of mutual consolation.

"At first I thought this was going to be a chaste visit. He said he was tired.... and I was too.  But then, in a little while he changed his mind .....'I'm really horny for you Molly...' is how he explained his change of heart."

Well I doubt it was his heart so much as his cock, Mistress."

"It turned into raucous sex pretty quickly, Slave.... he was actually picking me up while he fucked me.... it almost hurt....."

"But did he make you cum, Mistress...."

"Of course he did, Slave...."

Meanwhile, Slave was devotedly salving Mistress's tender parts with my lips and tongue, hoping to relieve whatever lingering stress there might be from her 'raucous' lunch break.  Certainly the mingled flavors left behind created an intoxicating brew that still leaves me in the mood for some action of my own this morning, before another workday begins.

And while I was spared the cage yesterday - sort of a post-election consolation prize - Mistress was not quite as indulgent about today.

"I think it's a cage day for you tomorrow, Slave."

I've already got that infernal ring on.

Best Election Night Ever

Well, I'm not talking about the results, which from our collective point of view kind of sucked. For those of us with a blue tinge, all I can say from too many years of experience is that these things tend to go in cycles. And the sooner you "bottom out" the sooner things get better. Here's looking to 2016!

No, I'm talking about how Mistress and Slave elected to spend election night.

Typically, we've spent our election nights out at our local Board of Elections, monitoring results and "protecting the vote", so to speak. Then off to some triumphant (or desultory) party or two to share the joy or feel the pain of another candidate or issue and their followers.  Some of our most loyal readers might recall that our very first entry here recounts an election day (and night) five years ago. (Amazing we've been doing this for so long, isn't it?)

This year I did spend my day on election duties, but made sure that my schedule was free starting at 6:30 pm, an hour before the polls closed here in the heartland. I knew which way the wind was blowing, and made sure I was not going to be there for the gloating.

Of course, Mistress took suitable precautions to make sure I kept to my plan, regardless of any unforseen crises or temptations.

"You're wearing your cage slave....."

"Yes, Mistress."

It was locked and "loaded" with slave's work-a-day cock when I left the house at around 6 am. Pre-dawn chastity is not my idea of a good time, but I know who is in charge.

As the day wore on, and slave was squirming in his tight confines, I made sure that my replacement at our local elections board was lined up and ready to relieve me (my duties, not my pent up sexual juices!) in plenty of time to get home before the polls closed.

As a result, I was home in bed with Mistress, by about 7:15 pm. We looked at some early results via computer, then turned to a more hospitable agenda: early evening nookie. Mistress generously sprung me loose, then gave some additional directions.

"Why don't you go insert your device, Slave...."

She was referring to the aneros, which always assures a particularly hard cock for her amusement.

Over the next 30 minutes or so, as the full extent of the electoral carnage became known to those of you watching CNN, we had other things to do: pleasuring Mistress with my tongue and lips, some frantic cock riding,,,,, you know the drill. Good sex is the best anti-depressant!

It was a much better way to wait for the full, ugly  results than hanging out with the usual suspects.

Here's hoping we make it a tradition.