The Perfect Storm

Poor Mistress.

It was Switch Day, and she confronted what a perfect storm of confluent events.

The kids were away.

We had missed our last two switch days do to family events.

And my bottom was still reminding me how she had dealt with her Slave the afternoon before.

Slave had some pent up demand to take her in hand, and without the need to “stifle” in deference to prying ears and eyes of our sullen teens, I had a good deal of flexibility.

(unfortunately, the kids were already on the Big Bus heading back from Chicago, so there were some temporal limits on what I might accomplish at her peril…. We’ll save the languishing in bondage and every hour orgasms for a later date).

After we read the paper in bed a bit, and I teased her with my tongue and lips as she read the blog, Mistress knew that her time had come.

She even tried her cute little seduction trick, cuddling with me, exchange romantic kisses as our legs interlocked, probably hoping I would surrender to that little voice from down below my waistline looking for some quick and easy indulgence.

“Sorry, Mistress…. You’re not getting off that easy.”

I locked the red leather cuffs on her wrists, linked them together, then, after assembling some useful supplies, helped her up out of bed.

“We’re going for a little stroll, Mistress….”

Of course, once downstairs she tried to delay the inevitable by making small talk with her cute cats, lounging on the living room furniture.

“Enough with the kitty talk, Mistress….”

I took her by the elbow, and led her to the threshold where a steel hook had been screwed into the woodwork for an earlier occasion such as this.

Soon her wrists were locked tight, over her head, and she began to squirm a bit.

“My arms are going to get stiff like this, Slave…..”

“Ohhh, poor dear…. I’ll try to distract you as best I can….”

And so I did, embracing her from the front, teasing her with my kisses and my questing fingers.

As I dipped a digit between her thighs, I discovered se was already quite sodden and needy.

I know that will surprise you.

But my bottom still had that glow, and It reminded me that at least Mistress deserved a few spanks from her devoted Slave.

I pulled the black silky nightie up , reached around and gave her more than a dozen stern slaps with my palm, making her jerk against the attachment holding her wrists in place, and hop a bit on those well pedicured toes. But of course, she could not escape the punishment she so richly deserved.

Having turned her ass cheeks pink, and knowing that in fact her arms might well be getting stiff, I figured it was time to bring this little drama to and end.

I could see her cunning little smile when I pulled the Hitachi out of my bag of tricks, and plugged it in.

I knew she was thinking ---- “Oh goodie, I’ve gotten off easy and now I get my reward.”

But it didn’t work out exactly that way.

With the Hitachi sitting in ready on a nearby table, I began sucking on Mistress’s easily accessed nipples, making the one on the left nice and firm before I reached into my pocket for one of her least favorite toys …. A clothespin that the WC had prescribed for her some weeks back.

I’m not sure she noticed it until it squeezed down onto her poor little nub,

“Oh…. Damn…..”

She jerked against her wrist bindings in response.

Soon I was working on her other nipple, and then reached into my pocket for the matching clothespin. Symmetry is so appealing.

“I can’t even watch…” she whined, looking away as the other peg found it’s home on her right nipple.

Of course, I knew that she would not tolerate much of this, so I immediately reached for the Hitachi …. Well not immediately…. I had to take this photo first ... for the record.

Mistress moaned in delight (and for the distraction), as I thumbed on her favorite power tool and applied it immediately where she likes it….

Soon she was humping against it, on tip toes to purchase as much leverage as allowed. I enjoyed watching her lovely breasts bounce to and fro with their little wooden accessories as she built herself up to release.

“Remember to ask permission, Mistress….”

Well she did, but I must say it was a little too late …. Murmuring “may I please come, Slave…” into my ear, even as her body shuddered through a rather powerful climax.

As “punishment”, I forced her to endure one more cum before reaching for the clothespins and easing them off her lovely red nubs.

The poor dear.

I eased her cuffs off the hook, and let her rest on our carpeted floor a bit, before sitting on the hassock nearby.

By now my shorts were off.

“I think this would be a good time for Mistress to practice her cock sucking.”

And as she squatted on the floor, her head buried on my lap, wrists still cuffed together, a fan of her dark thick hair covering my thighs, applying herself skillfully to the task at hand, I almost wanted to interrupt her and get my camera to capture that lovely image too.

Almost.

Our Western Correspondent Is Called on for Justice

                UCTMW ENTERPRISES,LLC

INTER-OFFICE MEMO

FROM: MICK COLLINS, EXECUTIVE EDITOR

TO: MIGUEL, WESTERN CORRESPONDENT AND PERSONAL TRAINER TO THE CEO

RE: REQUEST FOR DECLARATORY JUDGMENT.

As alluded to in yesterday’s blog, I need your considered judgment on how to handle a rather shocking breach of protocol here at the World Headquarters yesterday morning.

You are quite familiar with our contract, and its provision at Section II, paragraph 6 that, “On Sunday mornings for at least 2 hours, and at other times upon agreement of the parties, Mistress will submit completely to the Slave, as if she was the Slave and he was the Master/Owner under the terms of this Agreement.”

Yesterday morning I set out to exercise those rights at around 9 am, before a bike ride we had planned. Actually it had been three weeks since a proper switch day, because Mistress had been traveling (I suppose one mistake I had made, in retrospect, was not requiring some sort of Switch exercise on the  Sunday when she was MIA).

Things started out without a hitch. She meekly allowed me to lock the red cuffs on her slender wrists, and I linked them together with a little metal clip. When I expressed frustration that I could not find the bag of cloths pins, she even helpfully suggested that I look in the drawer of the bed side table. Sure enough they were there, and I removed two new ones, rather than use the two that were sitting next to the bag, where she apparently placed them after returning from her overseas voyage.

“Boy that wasn’t  very smart, was it Slave…. I hate those things.”

“Maybe you are subliminally craving them, Mistress. You certainly had them on enough at M’s direction during your trip.”

I had a rather simple scheme to implement.

Mistress would be on her hands and knees on the bed, her lovely, soft breasts hanging down. I would attach the clothes pins to her nipples. Some thrashes with the riding crop on her vulnerable ass, then her reward by way of the Hitachi, all while she presented her ass to me that way.

Then, of course, Slave would take his reward.

I clipped the pegs to her hanging nipples. Then reached for the camera to record the occasion.

That’s when the complaining began.

“That’s horrid Slave…..”

“I can’t stand it…..

“Take them off right away…..”

You get the picture.

Now I knew that she could take it. She’d worn them for me before. And all that furious masturbating with both nipples clipped should have made this all the more tolerable, correct? (Unless she was yanking both of our chains about that, you may want to consider having her make a video the next time).

I was determined not to succumb to the vociferous whining and wheedling, but I was moved by her “agony”. I chose to skip the cropping part and go straight to the Hitachi.

“How about this your royal whiner, they come off with the first orgasm….”

She was still on hands and knees, her legs spread just enough to accommodate the churning bulb at the business end of the Hitachi.

You would  have been impressed by the way her ass was squirming back and forth, as she seemed to quickly hit her stirde and shudder and quake through a rather impressive cum, all the while moaning and gasping with a combination of pleasure and pain.

Then I looked down under her lovely trunk and what did I see?

Somehow, your little slut had reached up with those bound hands while I was concentrating on pleasuring her, and popped off both of the cloths pins.

I was shocked. Very shocked.

“What the…..”

“I’m sorry Slave…. they were just way too painful.”

“I obviously need to secure those wrists much better the next time.”

Fool that I was, I did let her have another orgasm with the Hitachi, before having her roll over to accept my rigid work-a-day cock. At least that went off as anticipated, Mistress moaning through another cum before I took my own pleasure from her.

But afterwards I cross examined her on her little act of civil disobedience.

“So why did you not let me finish you before you took off the pins, Mistress?”

“They just hurt so much Slave….”

She hypothesized that because they were “new” pins, the springs were particularly tight, causing more pain than normal. This makes me winder if she doctored the pins she had taken to Europe, stretching the springs a bit so that they were looser than specifications would require. Sort of like using a corked bat or one of those new “slice-proof” golf balls.

Maybe there is a lab that checks for such sub transgressions?

I made it clear to her that next Sunday there would be consequences for her misbehavior. I know, justice delayed is justice denied. But in this case, maybe making her dread what is ins tore for a few days will force her to consider the error of her ways.

I understand she gave you a little verbal “preview” of what had happened, lobbying for a reprieve. But now that you know all of the sad and pathetic facts of her inability to comply with her contractual obligations, I do look forward to your advice.

Our contract does not have a clear remedy clause. And I am not sure I want to take the matter to a local Equity Judge, who might not have nuanced view of this type of breach.

So we look you for Justice, M. 

I might add that there could be some extenuating circumstances that I have not considered. As an example, could it be that with the clips attached with her nipples hanging down they are more painful than with her lying on her back? Maybe our Senior Correspondent, the sub-sisters or other readers can add their perspective before you render your decision.

We look to you for your judgment on this sad matter.

Our Western Correspondent Shares Some History

Mistress and her entourage were driven from Warsaw to Lodz today, and apparently their driver was interested in ramping it up in the customer service department. Mistress teased out the details first in a text that popped up mid-afternoon here:

“Our driver is pretty hot, Slave.”


“Maybe he’ll introduce you to one of those famous polish sausages, Mistress.”

Later she shared via phone some of the details.

“When I was standing alone in the lobby of the hotel …. He said I should program his number in my phone, Slave… in case I needed something later on.”

“And did you, Mistress?”

“Well, of course…. You never know what might pop up.”

It turns out his name is “Merrick”…. Very Ann Rice-ish. He’ll be with our journeying Americans for a few days. And it certainly has me wondering whether he will help Mistress overcome the absence of my cock after several days of separation.

Of course, the training regime that had been dictated for Mistress by the WC should be taking some of the edge off. It’s fortunate that at her trendy hotel suite in Lodz, Mistress now has a little more privacy.

She has her own room, and a fancy shower to go with the bidet in her own loo. She sent me this photo right after she checked in, with the heading “Satan’s den.”

Wish I was there with you Mistress, to use that other plush robe, and worship in the manner to which you’ve become asccustomed!

That privacy apparently came in handy, because Mistress lost the coin toss for a second day in a row… (the deck may be stacked, since the WC reports the toss results, sight unseen). That meant there were clothespins clipped to her tenderized nipples as she got herself off three times in a row before heading to bed.




While Mistress is off on her little foreign junket, Her Slave and Personal Trainer are hard at work, though we have had a chance to talk and trade texts a bit this week, sort of a two person support group, feeling a need to lean on one another  while the object of our affections is several thousand miles away and 6 hours ahead of us.

But the WC did tell me that Mistress texted him a shot of her breasts with the clothespins attached from her private session this evening. I’m hoping that Mistress can pass that photo onto me too, if only so that our devoted readers can get a glimpse.

And now we have a real treat for you.

The WC must be feeling sorry for Mick, with all these column inches to fill, and not much “action” to report. So I found the following in the UCTMW in box from out West:

“Here are some column inches if you want to use them, Mick.

In order to justify my little ski shack on the slopes of Vail, aka the house that Mick built, and my lavish salary, here are a few tidbits from the life of Mr. and Ms. WC.

When we first met in the 90's, we were already kinksters. We attended a couple of Shadow Lane spanking parties in California. Shadow Lane is owned by a very nice lady name Eve Howard, who produces spanking porn. Check it out on the internets, as GWB would say.

One party was in LA and the other in Palm Springs, both at very nice hotels. For two days bottoms were spanked and other general debauchery ensued. As LA was the porn capital of the world, quite a few of the attendees were porn actors. Very hot looking people as a whole. B and I met and played with Jennifer Brooks, a blonde spanking actress of some fame. In general the parties were very fun and they still host them, but now they are in Vegas. I would recommend them.

Mr. and Ms. WC also like to go to naked resorts. We have been to ones in Palm Springs, Colorado and Florida. However the best was the Hedonism II in Jamaica. Holy shit! There were beautiful people fucking all over the place!

A very, very cool resort that I highly recommend! They have a thing there once a year called Kink in the Caribbean, that I'm sure some of Mick's readers would enjoy. NO, I think that all of Mick's Readers would enjoy!!!

That would be the time and place for all the kinky bloggers to meet!

However, even at the Hedonism resort they didn't have Bidets. But they did have a swim up bar in the pool and several hundred naked lunatics. Was too much fun.

Well Mick now I have to get back up to my little ski shack on the slopes of Vail, and get the mountain bikes and kayaks ready for the summer.

The heading for Vail,

WC/PTTTCEO”

Thank you, WC. And it was nice of you to toss in a shot of your Brother too. I know some of our readers are fascinated by his unique techniques.