Yes, Mistress. She's Hot.

It was an abstinence day for slave yesterday.

It was one of those days when Mistress had a ridiculously early Monday morning meeting. No time even for some wake-up worship.

At the end of the day the sun was out and we opted for a nice sweat inducing bike ride before dinner. Slave did apply his lips and tongue to Mistress's clean shaven folds before preparing dinner. But Mistress considered it appropriate to defer any sexual release for her slave until this morning.

As is her right? Right?

We did engage in a little post dinner TV watching before adjourning to the Executive Suite, catching up on the latest episode of Billions, on Showtime. We've mentioned that show here before. It's the first mainstream show I can think of which somehow melds a Femdom marriage into an otherwise conventional plot line. Maggie Siff plays the psychologist wife of Paul Giamatti, an otherwise nasty and overly aggressive federal prosecutor. But when the doors close at home, the tables are clearly turned.

Last night had the couple out to dinner with a saccarine sweet, lovey dovey vanilla couple. At home, Paul whines about how tedious their dinner companions were. Then Maggie lowers the boom:

A nice hard cuff gets Paul back into the proper mind set.  Then Maggie parks him on the bed and tells him with a gesture to "stay":

I think he got the message.  Sadly, the scene is just a tease. The action resumes in the morning, with Maggie waking late in a bedroom with all the toys of a night of hardcore D/s sex strewn about. Handcuffs in the bed. Crops and rope scattered about the floor.
With that suggestion of what transpired while their kids were sleeping, it was back to the main plot line about sleazy hedge fund managers and the abusive prosecutors on their trail.

Obviously, slave was impressed.  And disappointed that  so much was left to the imagination. Mistress took note.

"Do you think she's hot, slave?"

"Well she is hot, Mistress."

This was not a subjective judgment.  Maggie Siff is objectively hot in this role, don't you agree dear readers?

"But she's hot like you Mistress.... always in black.... dark long hair.  She's you, without the darker complexion!"

Mistress looked at me very skeptically.

But it's true.

Slave's Horrific "Losing Streak" Broken

Over at A Married Sissy, poor Terri is on a long string of days without any sexual relief. I'm thinking about getting in touch with the Submissive Protection Program of the SW to see if they can intervene.

Fortunately, Mistress Molly is much more merciful than her counterpart Dianeover at AMS. Slave's "horrific" abstinence streak ended at about 46 hours on Tuesday morning, though Mistress insisted on a report on the final count from Iowa before she indulged me. Oh, and some between the thighs worship too.

Then it was off to work.

Upon my return to the UCTMW World HQ at the end of the work day I found Mistress relaxing under the sheets in those alluring work out tights she knows are a real turn on for her fetish hooked slave.  You can bet there was more worship for Mistress before slave went about the task of preparing our dinner.

It was a restful evening after that, giving us time to catch up with the latest episode of Billions. As mentioned a few days back, there is a backstory involving Maggie Siff's character engaging in some rather kinky Fem Domme fun with her husband, the hyper-vigilant US Attorney played by Paul Giamatti, the hardly a Hollywood hunk son of the former baseball commissioner.  Episode 2 left us without a window into the F/m private life of the two co-stars. But there was a rather kinky scene at the very end of Episode 3 that raised some eyebrows in our living room.

There was Paul, tied hand and foot to the marital bed. And. Maggi, with some sort of electric wand type of device she applied to her sub hub's tummy that apparently was rather shocking.

When she decided he wasn't focused in the way she required, she turned her back, left the room and let him languish and consider the error of his ways.

Of course, walking toward the door gave us all a nice glimpse of her alluring Domme outfit.  But I must say I've never seen that little magic wand device before.  Can any of our readers let us know what that nasty little device is?

In any event. Billions may generate a lot more Showtime subscriptions among kinksters once word gets out about this fun little sub-plot.

Domme Wife / Sub Hub Get the Showtime Treatment

Mistress and slave had the sort of weekend that comes up this time of year when your local NFL team has been ignominiously eliminated from the play-offs. In other words, it was too cold outside to do anything productive, and there was little to focus our attention on other than sharing mutual warmth under the covers of our bed.

Well, that, and watch otherwise inconsequential football games.

Of course, we did do some boringly responsible things: visiting aging mothers, hanging with my grandkids. etc. But we had polished those items off the "to do" list on Saturday, leaving Sunday to our own pursuits.  Than involved sleeping in and making sure Mistress got to spend some time with her favorite power tool before she emerged to go to her spinning session.

At some point the Dowager Domme stopped by to pick up our daughter for brunch. Knowing I owed our readers a blog, I had my camera ready, but her shoes were pretty tame for a change: just some brown suede boots.  Not kinky enough to risk a surreptitious papparazi moment.

Left alone, there was that rather dull Carolina / Seattle game to entertain us. It was so (seemingly) dull that at half time we returned to our bed for a mid-afternoon nap, and another opportunity for slave to worship Mistress once she had finished her beauty rest.

That left the 2nd game of the day. Slave was happy to see the Donkeys finally eliminate the hated Stillers. Congratulations Mike! Peyton Fucking Manning lives to fight a final death match with Tom Brady. But remember, Mike, it was the Pussycats who softened them up for the kill! Every Matador needs a good Picador to poke holes and start the bleeding!

Monday was a sort of holiday in town. And while both of us went to work, it was easy for slave to slip out early, leaving time for some sundown sex in the UCTMW Executive Suite. A good way to start the work week if there is any good way.

After recovering, slave whipped up some dinner and we settled into watch the new Showtime series Billions, which stars Damien Lewis as a charmingly sleazy hedge fund billionaire, and Paul Giamatti as his Prosecutorial nemesis. It all sounded fairly predictable, until the very first scene popped up:

That's right: It's the son of the late baseball commissioner trussed up  and gagged in his boxers. And it's no kidnapping. Soon a mysterious lady in black highheeled boots looms over him, and proceeds to put her cigarette out on his left nipple.  Ouch.

So from the start you can tell this is not just your ordinary white collar procedural.

But who is the mystery lady? A Pro Domme that this over-caffeinated zealot goes to for therapy? His Secretary, earning some easy overtime hours?

Later you see scenes with the US Attorney, his dark haired wife (played by Maggie Siff) and their cute little kids at home. All pretty domestic and vanilla. And the wife turns out to be a Psychiatrist who, naturally, works for the hedge fund billionaire, setting  up a conflict of interest that will be a source of drama in episodes to come.

It's not until the final frames of Episode I that the show reveals the true nature of the Prosecutor's marriage. Home from a busy day at the office sending crooks to jail,  Giamatti  discovers that the cute little kids are already in bed and Mom is ready to take on her proper role:

Now those are boots worthy of Mistress, or the Dowager Domme.

It's good to see that the female led relationship has broken into the mainstream.

Or at least Pay cable.