Dispatch from Our Western Correspondent

There's nothing much worse than the first day back from a wonderful vacation.


Both Mistress and Slave were up and out early today, both headed for challenging days, and trying on the fly to adjust to the two hour time shift. 


No, my friends, there was no wake-up sex here today..... just some worship as Mistress read the blog. 


(To be fair, I should note that Mistress got some opportunities for sexual release last night at J's house before she drove her car home.... "I think he missed me Slave, he really had a hard time letting me go....")


And tonight....Slave came up, mowed the grass and worked on mundane matters while filling my head with the rantings on MSNBC.....  I'm wondering if all those Santorum kids are pleased that Daddy will now have more time to hang out with them at home.


As for Mistress, she  is over at J's house this evening.  It had been more than a week since there was sufficient time for a full blown evening together for them. Pent up needs must be dealt with, and I reassured Mistress when she phoned me on the way to his "love shack" that her Slave was fine with their shenanigans and would be patiently waiting for her here at home upon her return. 


So, sadly there is little to report to amuse our followers from me, this evening.


But fortunately, as I was massaging my tax returns with a glass of Syrah, with the not so dulcet tones of Rachel Maddow screeching in the background, a dispatch from our long lost Western Correspondent came across the wires.  


It's been a while since we've heard from the WC on these pages, other than in the comments section. Not that his "Tutorials" don't still pad out page views here at UCTMW. I was a little afraid he had taken his rolodex of incredible and punctuation missing keyboard to a competing media empire .  So without further adieu (and only a few commas and quotation marks inserted) here is the latest from the UCTMW Mountain Zone HQ:

Had a blog worthy experience today

My friend Suzanne came over to meet my personal trainer Tim,  because he has some legal troubles

I sat in on the meeting and watched her extract a retainer in cash from him as he rambled on and on  She said she doubled the retainer  because he talked so much:)  Hazard of being a lawyer

While he was looking for some papers she informed me that she had removed her bra and panties in court that afternoon because her bra straps were showing

Don't really know why the panties had too go to but ... Oh well

So Suzanne came up to our office and sat down and started getting all flirty

She announced that she had just had a Brazilian wax. and they ever waxed her asshole

“Want to see it?”, she asked

Guess the answer....

She bent over and spread her ass wide open

Then she told us that she had started a sex toy business.   where she had parties and sold sex toys to ladies

She then proceeded to bend over the computer and show us all the different vibrators she sold

I lifted up her dress and she was soaking wet

Was very cool

Both Scott and I put her over our knees for a spanking

But that is as far as it went

She said she was going home to use her Hitachi and something called the bender, which she told us feels great in her pussy

Suzanne, my friend Suzanne is a sister in soul with you!!!

The always aroused,

WC

Lawyers in Love

Thanks, WC.  Your little story needs a sound track, and this might be a good choice.

Mistress Goes in For Some Maintenance.

Mistress and I have been down here in Central Florida this weekend, seeing some old friends and tending to our house – a nice old Florida classic that will not sell in this crazy real estate market.

In between the yard work, deferred maintenance and cleaning out a garage filled with tenant detritus, we have taken some long bike rides, dined with old neighbors, and Mistress has worked on her tan (the lines are back as you shall see in upcoming photos).

Mistress also went in for some maintenance of her own yesterday afternoon. Our loyal readers may recall that a few weeks back, her Dom gave orders to strip away her forest so he could more readily access her sexy little components. Mistress went above and beyond the call of duty and found a place in the outer suburbs of River City that performs a Brazilian wax. But this service is not readily available in our town. I guess the conservative dames don’t create much of a demand. Or does the cold weather encourage our women folk to keep their fur?

When Mistress asked a salon near her office if she could be accommodated they looked at her like an insane slut. (Were they half right? You be the judge.)

But down here in the Sunshine state, they have a different state of mind. Mistress called her old salon – where the Vietnamese ladies serviced her fingers and feet for several years – and it was no problem to set her up for a waxing.

Mistress asked if I wanted to come watch. I passed, opting to plant some grass seed, while knowing I would have the chance to inspect and plant some other seed later, once she was all spiffed up. I had watched her give birth twice. But this seemed beyond the call of duty. (Of course, if ordered, I would have dutifully complied).

Then again, he thought that Mistress was doing this at the direction of her other man made the thought of her undergoing this form of torture all the more torturous for this Slave.

Mistress walked to her waxing, and I picked her up at the appointed hour. I resisted the impulse to slide my hand under her sundress to take her slick parts for a test drive.

Back in our little guest house, Mistress preceded me up the stairs to the loft where our old conjugal bed is now in repose. When I came up I found Mistress, spread naked across the bed, posing in front of her computer screen, angling to let the “photo booth” camera take in her denuded parts and naked breasts, her brightly painted nails covering her nipples.

“Ahh. Taking some photos for your friend, Mistress?”

She gave me one of those coy smiles.

“Oh, Slave. I am sure you will be on the distribution list too.”

Of course, in my mind I surmised that he had demanded more photos, as evidence that she was maintaining the look and texture that he required. And, horny little slut that she was for him, she was more than happy to oblige.

“You like to titillate him, don’t you Mistress?”

By now I had picked up my own little camera and was taking some shots to share with our readers. She gets to approve of course.

“I do, Slave.”

Mistress continued to pose and snap the laptop camera, searching for angles that would display her parts to good advantage.

“He likes the breasts, Slave. Need to get some good shots of those.”

No doubt.

When Mistress was done with her photo spread (pun intended), She lay back and allowed me to apply some cocoanut butter to her lovely parts and bottom, still a bit red and tender from the waxing she had endured. And I applied myself with devotion until she was squirming from my ministrations.

“Do you imagine him playing with his cock when he gets those photos, Mistress?”

“He has not told me that he does that, Slave.”

“Well you like to think he does, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do….”

By now I was very anxious to feel those clean and well moisturized parts against the tip of my tongue and between my lips. I slid down and brought Mistress to the boiling point with a slow and deliberate assault until she was quaking against me. Satisfied for the moment, she pushed my head away.

“Let me taste your cock now, Slave.”

No problem.

Mistress soon had me begging to fuck her, and she ultimately relented allowing me to mount her, and it seemed I brought her to an additional orgasm that way. But not the kind she wanted.

“I want to get on top, Slave.”

No objection there. I rolled over, and Mistress slid onto me, guiding my cock inside her and beginning that slow, relentless ride to the place she needed to be.

“I’ll bet he liked it when you rode his cock that last time, Mistress.”

“Yes, Slave. He kind of went crazy.”

“And how did you like it Mistress.”

“It was …. Nice Slave. Very nice.”

No doubt.

Mistress was picking up the pace now, churning against me. I figured her mind was half on hois cock, half on mind. But it worked well for the both of us. She was a woman possessed. And suddenly, she hit that wall, pounding against me with a moan from deep in her lungs, before rolling off, spent.

And then it was my turn to finish the job. I like batting clean up.

Enjoying Mistress's New Look

Mistress’s submission to her new Dom has provided (at least) one very nice fringe benefit for her Slave: that smooth, hairless look that resulted from his instructions to her last week, and her visit to the waxer.

It can be an endless source of amusement to me, and has increased in a way that I thought was impossible my desire to pleasure her, even to the point where she has been forced to tell me “enough” more than once these last few days.

She requires me to wear no underwear when we are in bed, so lounging about yesterday, obsessed by the goings on in Congress, it was natural for me to press against her, my cock nestling between to hairless crack between her cheeks. It seemed I was almost always throbbing, on the edge of erection.

And my fingers seemed to have a life of their own, always wanting to dip between Mistress’s thighs, to remind myself how smooth she is, and to poke a bit between her folds, teasing at her clit, exploring for some tell tales signs of her arousal.

Yesterday evening, I was reprimanded.

“You can feel all you want, but don’t try to arouse me Slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” (sulk).

Well it’s not like I had been shut out over the weekend. On Saturday morning, I was allowed to try out the Magic Wand on her clean shaven parts for the first time.

“How’s that, Mistress?”, I asked as I slid the churning white ball between her legs.

“Ahhhh …. It’s even more sensitive Slave.”

Soon I had her thrusting against it, writhing to a lovely, dramatic orgasm.

I already wrote about the nice ass fucking she gave me Saturday afternoon.

Then there was yesterday morning. We had been out late with some new, seemingly vanilla friends, singing along to bad versions of 80’s rock as we closed a local dive. Drinking a tad more than usual for us. So we were both a little groggy when we woke up.

It was my normal switch day, but it seemed neither of us had the energy for anything too elaborate. But I certainly wanted my chance to play with Mistress’s good parts, and their new look.

As she read my blog entry de jour, I buried my head between her legs, enjoying the ready access that her new look gives me, all moist and pink and succulent. And once she put the computer down, she seemed pleased with my efforts, giving me permission to fuck her once she had been thoroughly serviced.

Soon I was off to visit some family members, a weekend duty.

But as I drove around I entertained myself with thoughts of Mistress and her new look, and how her friend would inspect her at their next engagement. I pictured her standing, legs spread, hands bound behind her, eyes closed, as he took his time sliding fingers over, across and into her. No doubt he would comment on how deliciously wet and available she was. A needy little slut, indeed.

Those thoughts made me want to get home ASAP.



Later that afternoon, after my family duties were accomplished, we were back in bed, me reading the Times and Mistress napping. When she woke we were planning a bike ride. But before that I had something else in mind.

“Would it be all right if I tasted you again, Mistress.”

She indulged me. And I recall her hands gripping my hair as I sought to please her, as I pondered her description of her master doing this with her 69 style last week.

When Mistress was satisfied, I slid up next to her and her hand reached for my cock, already hard.

“So you like my new look Slave?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Her fingers were driving me crazy, gripping my balls. Sliding gently along the shaft of my cock.

“Why, Slave?”

It’s hard to articulate all the reasons, Mistress, particularly when you are driving me crazy like that. Can I just fuck you?”

“Aww. Poor Slave. I thought you liked this.”

The fingers kept up their devious work.

“Give me just one reason, and I will consider letting you fuck me.”

“Well…. Because you did it to please him Mistress. Because he required it and you felt a need to comply.”

“Yes, that’s true Slave.”

She released her grip. And then I was allowed my reward.

I really am her Slave. And she knows it.

Readers Weigh in on Mistress's "Transgression"

Earlier this week, Mistress got an email from her Dom with some instructions for their St. Patrick’s Day “appointment”.

She normally had sported a generous “bush”. Nothing too wild or wooly. But there was hair there.

In an apparent effort to bend her a bit to his will – leave his mark on her so to speak – her Dom told her to trim that bush. He wanted a V-shaped racing stripe. And nothing more.

When Mistress shared the email with me, and asked me to help her accomplish this assignment, it produced a bit of a mess, and some very hot sex. We were both following his order, I suppose.

Then things got a little more interactive. Our friend M from out west saw our posting (and the photo of Mistress’s fur partially covered with shaving cream). He told us that he and his Domme/Wife get Brazilian waxes on a regular basis and find it oh so sexy.

Within a few hours, Mistress was inspired to make an appointment for said waxing. She clearly was into the game and wanted to please her new Dom. And of course her desire to please gave me a thrill too.

But when I returned home that evening, Mistress was a little sheepish. As I knelt for worship time, and she dropped her panties, I learned why: she was completely bare down there. A very, very sexy look. But no “racing stripe”.

Ooops.

“I told them I wanted the full wax, Slave, like M said.”

“I guess you were supposed to tell them about the racing stripe, Mistress.”

I was on my knees, munching by now. Very tasty and wonderfully accessible. It took a while for us to refocus on our conversation.

When we did, it went like this:

“Do you think you will be in trouble with the Dom, Mistress?”

“Maybe, Slave.”

“You may be punished, you know…”

“Hmmm….not sure what I think about that.”

I wondered if Mistress was actually asking to be punished with this little test. She is one to take a little license. She’s definitely a “Give her an inch, and she will take a mile” type of girl.

When I floated this transgression to M via email, he had his own take on what might happen when her Dom discovered the error of her ways:

Ok I'll put on my top hat (so to speak.) Of course he will be thrilled, but act very displeased. I suspect the conversation will go just about (exactly?) like this...

"Why you shameless little slut. I gave you specific instructions to do a simple task.

Reach down and spread your cunt open.

Wider! What is that? I can see it's your bare private parts. Why are they bare?.

NO it’s bare because you are a undisciplined little slut. You got herself all hot and bothered thinking about bare pussy. Yes-- and you decided to titillate yourself while away from me. How many times did you masturbate thinking about this little stunt?

I'll twist your nipple off unless you tell me the truth.

TEN OR TWENTY TIMES?

You horny undisciplined little slut! I'm going to blister your bare bottom.

You think it’s so hot to lock your husband’s cock in a cage. You have 20 times less control than he does. From now on I'm going to control that needy little cunt of yours. Your days of playing with yourself are over. After I finish using your cunt tonight I'm going to lock it up.

Yes you should be scared. I won't tolerate unauthorized masturbation. It's very unlady like. You will need my permission every time you orgasm from now on. Is that clear slave?

Get up on the bed on all fours, and press your tits on the mattress. Reach back and pull your bottom wide open. Look at you..... you should be ashamed of yourself. Yes, that's a stiff, hard, cock rubbing on that bare little cunt and asshole. You should see yourself (you are quite a sight).

Still happy with your little stunt? I'm going to take this belt to your bare bottom until you can't sit down for a week. You can beg all you want I'll will whip your bottom until I am satisfied you have learned your lesson. Then I'm going to use your holes as many times as I like......

Oh look, that makes you wet. How cute.”

As you can tell, M got a bit carried away in his disciplinary measures. Under his wife’s thumb as he is, he clearly needs some time on Top.

We received another message from an anonymous “Domme” who must be a lurker, but who came out of the shadows long enough to share the following:

“So I read your blog today. I would not have been pleased at all about Molly’s not having followed the instructions, had I been the Domme. Slaves do not take it upon themselves to improve upon their instructions in the thought that it might make the dom/me happy. They just follow the instructions. And carelessness in following instructions is equally unacceptable. … I'd have to think of a suitable punishment too.....a spanking is wholly inappropriate for that.”

Another correspondent suggested that Mistress may want to give her Dom a “heads up”, rather than surprise him at her unveiling.


“I don't know her dom --but I recommend a confession prior to the appointment with him -- rather than surprising him

sure -- it'll give him time to come up with something diabolical -- but it will also diffuse the situation

I wonder if he has a sense of humor....”

As it turns out, Mistress says she was reprimanded, and was told to print out the instructions the next time and hand them to her “waxer”. She received a spanking, though she says that it was not too hard to bear. No doubt she was so aroused at the time that her senses may have betrayed her. But her bottom was not red as far as I could tell when she got home that evening.

I am not sure what lesson Mistress has learned from this experience. Will she try to be more scrupulous in following instructions? Or will she test him some more to in hopes of getting the punishment she deserves?

Clear Cutting

Mick and Molly have enjoyed striking up some conversations with a variety of our readers. You add some perspective and egg us on. So in some ways this blog has become interactive. We hope that we inspire you us as much as you have inspired us.


Our friend M from out West has been particularly enthusiastic of late in sharing some adventures of his own. Here is what he said after Monday’s posting with a picture of Mistress tied to our bed:

“The switch day pictures are always my favorites, because they always feature Molly's beauitful ass. I must still have a lot more of the dom in me than I admit.

B had a long "conversation" with me over her lap this morning about toping from the bottom. She claims I so it all the time and she doesn't approve. She claims I am still very dominant. She used her hairbrush harder than she ever has to drive home this failing on my part. She said "you don't like this spanking at all do you slave." MO MAMM!!! She said good and proceeded to spank longer and harder. I was pleading and begging her to stop promising to never be dominant again.. She totally ignored me and just kept blistering my bare bottom. B doesn't believe in safe words for spanking and I don't have one. As she says, “wouldn't be a real spanking If I could stop it...would it slave??? “

She then had me get her "huge blue cock". I really is very big 8 inches long and 6 inches around. B said a good long hard fucking may be just the ticket to make me more submissive. She fucked me VERY hard and VERY long. After she came as many times as she wanted she made me "service her bottom." She said that was another good submissive act for her slave to do to reinforce his submission. WOW what a morning. She finally allowed her slave to fuck her and get some relief!.

I'm in love! The harder she uses me the more I love her??? Take care M “

But yesterday, Mistress may have taken that inspiration thing a bit too far. As mentioned yesterday, her new Dom had given her some very specific instructions about how he wanted her bush trimmed before their next encounter (which is this evening). His instructions called for a thin racing stripe of hair running from the top of her lips toward her belly button, a little wider at the top than at the bottom.

We had some “fun” (as described in yesterday’s post) complying with his instructions, and I thought we had done a pretty good job. Later yesterday, M wrote back describing how he and his wife/ Domme get Brazilian waxes to deal with these issues:

“Yes, I think I have told you guys I have been shaving and more reciently getting brazialian waxs for several years. B gets waxed once a month,,, not brazialian but pretty short and close. Its FUCKING HOT. I couldn't reccomend it more highly. Not that you guys need any more way to make yourselves hot..”

Well, Mistress had a little extra time on her hands yesterday, so inspired by M and no doubt anxious to impress her Dom, she made an appointment for late yesterday afternoon. She was going for the wax, a first for her. When I passed that on to M he had some suggestions on what to ask for:

“I think [the Dom] will LOVE it! I think you will too. Most important I think Molly will be very pleased. FYI Molly in... "waxing terms" I would recommend the complete Brazilian including the butt crack and just leave a short triangle right over the genitals. Have them take all the hair to each side of the labia, and all of it from around the anus. HOT. you will love it!”

Well I passed these instructions on, and Mistress was off on her quest.

But when I got home, Mistress was a little red faced when I asked to see the results.

As she lowered her panties, what she revealed was, as M promised, very very hot. But there was a problem: all of her hair was now gone. No little racing stripe.

It was her first time, and it seems she had failed to convey all of the details of M’s instructions.

I was anxious to take Mistress’s new look for a test drive. Quickly her panties were off, she was lying across our bed, and I was on my knees for some worship time.

She was soooo smooth. And her clit was soooo available.

“Did it turn you on when they did this Mistress?

“Yes, a little Slave.”

Right. “ A little.”

My tongue teased, sliding across her.

“Why, Mistress.”

“The thought of him … and you, of course, inspecting me, Slave.”

It was nice to be included.

Soon Mistress was coming for me, her hips thrusting against my head, my face wet from her flowing juices. And not a threat of getting a loose pube stuck in my teeth.

Would you be surprised to know that we then jettisoned our plans for a bike ride so that we could more fully explore Mistress’s new look and texture?

But the elephant in the room is this: Will Dom be happy with the new look? Or will there be punishment in store because Mistress failed to follow instructions?