Mistress Completes an "Assignment", with slave's Help

Mistress has been in touch with a gentleman from a town north of here  encountered on Collarspace. He's an experienced Dom who may have some potential for scratching that submissive itch Mistress has so far found unsatisfied.

We talked to him earlier this week and Mistress conceded that some sparks may have flown.  Experience tells us to remain skeptical. Yet open to the potential.

As a prelude to a meeting, this gentleman asked Mistress to complete a "BDSM checklist" to get a sense of her interests and limits. "I want Mick to complete one too", he added in an email to her which linked the questionnaire.

Initially, Mistress found the questionnaire a little daunting.

"It's pretty detailed slave, it could take me an hour or more!"

I printed the form out and reviewed it.  Yes, pretty detailed. Respondent is required to identify experience and preferences in response to myriad categories of conduct and equipment, with responses ranging from "hard limit", "curious, "likes" to "Love".

But slave, always dutiful, offered to help her complete the "checklist", running through the many  options to gage her reaction and help her complete her "assignment".

It starts with "Role Identified", ranging from "Submissive, Dominant" to "Switch, Fetishist".

"Well I may be Domme to you slave, but I guess for this purpose, say "submissive".

After all that's what this little adventure is all about.

Some of the "sex" categories were easy to answer.

"Vaginal"... "advanced "experience and "loves" was the natural response.

But "anal"?  She identified as a "beginner" and only "tolerates".  Not quire a "hard limit", but close.

"Rimming /anal licking"?  Ick.  That was a "hard limit".

What about "Sexual Body Fluids / wearing"?

"Huh....What's that slave?"

"I think some guys like cuming on a woman's breast, Mistress...."

"I'm not Monica Lewinsky", she huffed.

I put that down as a "hard limit" too.

When it came to various forms of "threesomes", Mistress was down as "curious/like", but was a "hard limit" when it came to "gang bang". Apparently three (maybe 4) is the limit.

In the bondage categories, Mistress was open to all the means of restraint, from full body, to rope, metal, leather, or "mental", whatever that is.  But not for more than 1 hour at a time. None of that overnight stuff for her.  All this talk about Mistress in bondage made me dip back into the archives for this illustration.  I think those cuffs are still around here somewhere.

Mistress enlightened me to a few things she was open too: Forced Orgasms.  Forced Masturbation. Collar and Leash. Orgasm control/ denial. Discrete Public Play. Genital Worship. "Struggling/Resistance"

All those got put down as "Curious" or "like", clearly opening some doors.  But no "hypnosis", or "body weight control".

"I can take care of that myself, slave."

Mistress was not into the "role play" category.  Other than for cuckolding scenarios.
So there were "hard limits" to things like "Kidnapping", "Doctor/Nurse/Patient" or "Boss/Secretary".

"What's the point of make believe, slave?"

Likewise, Mistress was not into most varieties of "S&M".  Yes to spanking, but hard limits for creepier stuff like "face slapping", "genital torture" or "choking", let alone "water torture".  I wonder if Dick Cheney played a role in designing this "checklist".

When it came to equipment, Mistress was a "curious" or "like" to things like crops and floggers, but a "hard limit" to "clubs" or genital weights. And a very hard limit to "hooks", whether of the vaginal or anal variety.

"Creepy, slave.  Very creepy."

We will be sending Mistress's responses to her potential Dom by snail mail on Monday.

"Don't forget slave....he wants you to fill one out too."

Hmmm.  I guess I will just follow orders, like a good slave.

All Dressed Up With Somewhere to Go

Mistress and slave have been in a dress down phase in the last couple of years. My semi-job, after retirement, rarely requires me to wear a tie, let alone a suit.  My closet has been reduced to only two: available for weddings and funerals.

Likewise, Mistress's current business does not require suits, hose  or other overly polished looks.

So it was rare that on Saturday night we were headed out for an evening affair sponsored by one of her clients. I was informed that I would wear a suit and tie. And she unearthed an older but very elegant dress to wear from the depths of her still generous closet.

But of course, an elegant dress deserves a likewise elegant foundation.

"What do you think, slave", she asked, as she called attention to the undergarment she had selected.

"Wow.  Nice Mistress.  Lovely."

I snapped a picture as she posed to examine her selection in our bedroom mirror.

And of course, Mistress was the loveliest woman in the room on Saturday, the ballroom of our local historic music hall. She turned more than a few heads, men and a few women.

My good fortune was that she came home with me, and slept the night in that fetching lingerie.

Autumnal Update: New Address for UCTMW World Headquarters

It's been a busy fall here in River city.  Mistress and slave packed up the UCTMW "home office", got rid of much detritus, and have escaped to a new venue: a river's edge apartment in our semi-bustling downtown. It's a big but unexpectedly pleasant change from our three floor rambling old house that we called our HQ (at least some of the time) over the last 15 years.

Suddenly freed of leaves to rake and quirky and unexpected  maintenance issues to resolve, it's given us more time for afternoon walks along our riverfront, and evenings re-introducing ourselves to restaurants and bars that we had avoided over the years as a little too far afield. We've also had more time for sex!  We actually accomplished the elusive "daily double" two days in a row over the weekend.  (What else are you going to do when the local NFL squad is in competition for the hallowed title for worst team in the nation? We shall under-come!)

And while the "side dish" situation has remained dormant, it has not been for lack of trying now that we have "settled in" to our new, downsized digs.  We have switched back on Mistress's OKCupid profile, and remain listed on Collarspace.  (If you do OKCupid, check her out at "Molly Collins")

But so far, only the typical losers and / or  liars have crossed Mistress's radar screen:

Example 1:  a guy who connects with us via Collarspace talks all big time Dom, claims he is single and available. Willing to meet up and see if there is chemistry, we show up at the designated bar on a sultry Monday night.  Get a table outside. And wait. And wait.  The guy "ghosts" us, and fails to even send an email explaining why he changed his mind.

Example 2:  Another would be Dom does meet us at the same location.  But .....pffft. Some lame story about how he and his wife remain married and co-habiting in the cliched "sexless marriage". While he represented he had a "free pass", he seemed very anxious to get out of there pronto, apparently worried about missing his curfew.  But the ultimate deal killer?  He told us he was a runner.  What we hadn't bargained on was his runner's bod.  Mistress does not go for scrawny dudes. And this guy was so scrawny it seemed like either one of us could bench press him.

Example 3: Guy with a seemingly appealing profile on OKCupid reaches out.  He says he's 60, a few years  older than her and a few years younger than me. In the "potential" ballpark.  Mistress plays along a bit. E mail addresses are exchanged. We trade photos. He gives her his real name. After a little googling Mistress determines that the guy is really north of 70.

"I already have someone older than me slave.  Why bother with someone even older!"

"Exactly, Mistress."

I am instructed, as her corresponding secretary , to convey the news, and I do, without calling attention to his massive age fib.  He responds with an "I get it, but am disappointed."  So we've heard the last of him, right?  Uhhh, no.

An hour or so later another email pops up in our "burner" in-box: "Are you sure?" he asks, and attaches this photo:

Yes, dude. Mistress is  even more sure.

So the hunt goes on.  If any of our readers have any thoughts on where to open a new "front", let us know.

In the meantime, enjoy those falling leaves.  I, for one,  will not be raking them!