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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.