It's Christmas Eve here in River City, and the good news is that the rain is threatening to stop for a few hours. Good timing, because I will be taking my little co-ed and an older daughter and her beau to see the Pussycats play what amounts to a play-off game for them. Then we have the big Christmas Eve family gathering - the one we've avoided for the last 11 years or so. But this year, I'm actually looking forward to it.
39 degrees, rain and mudslides is not something that brings Bing Crosby crooning to mind. But it's a pleasant break to be here for what we hope will not be too harried a weekend.
Yesterday was another day we've not experienced in a while: the last work day before the Christmas break, when both of our offices shut down "spontaneously" a few hours early for the holidays, just as everyone suspected they would.
And, of course, Mistress and Slave planned to do just that: escaping at noon for a little R & R.
I must say we were a little surprised to find Francois waiting for us when we got home -- apparently even the French Foreign Legion arranges for a little early liberte' for the Holidays! He bore marzipan treats confiscated from some evil terrorist black marketeer his comrades had brought to justice, to satisfy Mistress's longing. But because the sullen co-ed was lurking about, that was the extent to which Mistress's needs were satisfied by our MIA "chef".
We even invited our daughter to come down and meet our exotic friend, but she demurred.
"I'm in a towel", was all she said.
"Won't bother me", Francois muttered under his breath.
No doubt.
After Francois left for another engagement, Mistress and the cute Co-Ed were off for some nail maintenance, and Slave did a little final Christmas shopping. Packages were wrapped, and there was still time for a brief nap before meeting my older daughter and her boyfriend, in from DC, for some pizza.
Waking from our nap, Mistress asked for the phone.
"I fell a little bad I've not talked to the WC in a while Slave.... let's give him a call."
Well, one thing led to another and before you knew it, Slave was on his knees, Mistress's legs were spread, and I was enjoying her sweet juices as she listed to whatever tale of debauchery he was murmuring in her ear.
The result was two nice little post nap, pre-pizza cums for our CEO. Let's hope our other colleagues put their early dismissal to just as good a use!
We hope all of our readers have a relaxing Christmas Eve with family and friends. Look here tomorrow for a real holiday treat: Our Western and Southern Correspondent have collaborated on a particularly amusing essay on corporal punishment that I know you will not want to miss! In fact, you may want to consider adding a paddle or over-sized shoe horn to your loved one's stocking tonight, just in case he or she is inspired by tomorrow's blog.
Yesterday, as Mistress and her Slave were doing their morning commute
to work, it was hard for me not to get a little distracted by Mistress
long, shapely legs, stretched out onto the dash, with those alluring
black tights and boots.
"Do we have those special
tights on Mistress?"
"I do Slave.... I wear them just
about every day."
My right hand drifted off the wheel,
sliding onto her thigh, headed to clean shaven
folds north. Her thighs spread, as I found my mark, damp and fertile.
"Watch out Slave, I think we gave that trucker and eyeful...."
Sure
enough, I'd not noticed the Semi Cab just to the right of our steel and
glass capsule, as it hurdled through time and space.
"We may have made his day, Mistress."
Of course, at my age, I've got a good deal of experience at using
my fingers to provide a little pleasure to my Mistress. Within a minute
or two, her thighs were squeezing my hand tight, and she bucked and
sighed to a little "on the way to work" cum.
"Well that
was a nice treat, Mistress."
"You'll be oozing sex when you go to that morning meeting,
Mistress."
"Do you really think?"
The cabin of her car was
filled with her pheromones my now. I pitied those young guys around the
conference table with her later in the morning. It could be distracting.
After her temperature cooled a bit, I asked "what ever happened
to Francois, Mistress?"
"You know, it has been a few weeks.... he had the problem with
the sick dog.... and it seems harder for him to get away in the
evenings.... but, come to think of it, I haven't heard from him in a
week or two."
I resolved to get to the bottom of it, so when I got to the
office, I deployed my considerable sleuthing skills.
It seems that Francois, who's military background we've noted
here before, had been called up for active duty with his comrades in the
French Foreign Legion. Apparently with President Sarkozy's more
muscular foreign policy, there is a need for a quick strike force for
covert ops, and the gourmet cook to keep their bellies full.
Francois's
family has a long history of service to the Legion. I think that's his
grandfather, with the beard in this archival photo.
So while we will be
celebrating the Holidays in our cozy homes with families and friends,
poor devoted Francois will be in forbidden climes, wondering where the
hell he can find a few hundred pounds of fresh mussels and some crisp
Poully
Fusse to wash them down with. No doubt some first class cuisine is required keep those fighting legionaires in the mood
to bag another Arab dictator for Mother France.
But as I pressed further into the basic
re-training that Francois has been required to endure, to get himself
back into fighting shape, I got a little concerned. I mean, what about
those family jewels? Will they come back intact from
those hostile climes?
And is there any concern about
snakes and scorpions when they do this curious exercise?
We do hope that Francois takes care of himself over there. And
when he's done disposing of President Assad, we hope he returns to
River City safely and with all his "faculties" in full operating order. In the meantime, Francois, we also hope you enjoy the company of
your comrades, and the delicacies that may present themselves along
the way. Just be careful of the sweetbreads!
Mistress was still feeling a little under the weather yesterday morning, but after I worshiped her as she read the blog, she very generously let me partake of her delights. Yes, as Jay mentioned in a comment yesterday, I am a very lucky Slave.
Afterwords, we went for a somewhat abbreviated bike ride (it's gotten too cold too fast here in the heartland), and then were heading out for some errands - Mistress with sullen teen #1, and me with one of my very cute grandsons.
But as Mistress was sliding into some foxy panties, I noticed something that I must have overlooked earlier this week.
"Is that a bruise on your ass, Mistress?"
She was curious, but had trouble seeing what I was referring to. I moved in closer, running my fingers over the little red marks on her firm left cheek.
"Maybe that spanking from Francois left a little more than a rosy glow, Mistress...."
"Hmmm.... could be Slave."
Did I skip this part earlier in the week. When Mistress had her little rendezvous with her new part time Dom last week, she reported rotating through a variety of positions.
"I was riding hic cock, Slave.... and he was spanking me."
"Was that a turn-on, Mistress?"
"You could say that, Slave....."
It seemed only fair to take a few photos to share this sight with our curious readers. Here's one of Mistress leaning over the bed.
Can you see the red marks on the left?
They are a little hard to see in this light, aren't they?
So try this photo, a little more contrast, a little closer up:
Yesterday morning, after “going to press” with the blog, I scrambled upstairs to make sure there was time for our wake-up “booty call”. Mistress had an 8 am appointment with Teen #2’s high school counselor about college application plans, and I wanted to make sure that I took advantage of my opportunity before the window closed.
I worshipped as Mistress read what was actually a rather lame blog by our standards. Then I was given the privilege of fucking Mistress, even though she was feeling a bit under the weather.
She is a kind and considerate Mistress, after all.
But I had let her down a bit. She had directed me to wear my cage, but I had forgotten to wriggle my cock and balls into the hard steel ring before our morning engagement, thus depriving her of the harder cock and more explosive cum that she can count on when the ring is in place.
Oops.
When our proceedings were done it was around 7:20 or so.That’s when I realized that I had a 7:30 am conference call to cover.Yikes.
I grabbed the ring, hopped in the shower, and somehow got the ring on while shaving and washing up. No easy task considering that my balls were a little contracted after that between the sheets action.
Now I’m out of the shower, desperately searching for the call in number, while also working the cage part onto the little nub protruding from the ring, and trying to fit the lock into the tiny aligned holes so that Mistress can close the lock and secure me away for the day…..
(This isn't my exact "model", but gives you an idea how things align).
Mistress is getting into the shower now too…. The lock hole alignment is giving me fits. My cell phone speaker is now engaged as I sign into my call, trying to figure out what I missed, answering a question, all the while messing with that damn lock hole thing because it just won’t fit right….
Finally I get the hasp of the lock slid through the aligned holes, and present myself to Mistress, who is now in the shower, shaving those soft and gentle parts, since Francois had plans to stop by later in the morning.
“Well it’s about time, Slave….. what was the problem?”
“Fumble fingers, I guess, Mistress.”
She shut the lock, and I stepped back into the bedroom, getting dressed while listening into my call.
Later, when I’m at work, I did get a report from Mistress about her visit.
“He could tell I wasn’t feeling well, Slave…. so no orgasms for me today….he wants to make sure I am ready and rested for next weekend.”
“And did he get any attention, Mistress….”
“Well I did give him a little blow job action, Slave….”
“I’m sure he appreciated that….”
“I think he did…. He’s says I’m pretty good at it.”
“No doubt…. I can attest to that.”
Sounds like Mistress is navigating her way through this whole “un-cut” cock thing very capably.
First, our thoughts go out to our colleagues over at All Mine this morning. We hope they’ve stocked up on blood pressure medicine and locked all of the sharp objects in the house away in an accommodating neighbor’s car trunk. Their beloved Red Sox are dangling on the slimmest of threads, with one more game to play to see whether they can salvage their rightful spot in the MLB play-offs.
I know I’m pulling for them, if only for the wagers sure to ensue if they can just make it past the Orioles tonight.
Good luck, Sox!
Now, where was I …. Ahhh….. sex.
Mistress had one of those god forsaken 7:30 am breakfast meetings yesterday, the type that only macho business men foist upon the rest of us here in River City. And this guy is actually retired. So what does he do after 8:30 am?
That meant that Mistress was out the door before we had our morning “engagement”, and slave was off to work securely locked in his cage, without any relief for his morning cock syndrome.
Mistress did give me a call at around 9 am or so, letting me know that Francois would be stopping by to “pick up his chevre”: The cheese we had acquired for him from our goat herding hostess over our Parents’ weekend on campus.
Hmmmm.
Slave’s cock gave a little lurch in its close confines (even closer than Fenway).
I didn’t hear anything more from Mistress until around lunchtime. No response to my text message that the matching remote controlled butterfly vibrators had arrived via mail at my desk. (No I did not open them!)
But when I did hear from her, she was a little (mercifully) cryptic about what had transpired here at the UCTMW World HQduring the pre-lunch hours of her “workday”.
“My nipples hurt, Slave…. and my ass too.”
“Ohhh….. poor Mistress…..”
(I suppose I need to be careful about sarcasm, don’t I?)
I knew that I would be able to do a full de-briefing when I got home, so saved my questions.
Mistress was sitting at her computer, awaiting me when I arrived home around 6 pm, in jeans and a black top.
“So you want the ‘tour’, Slave?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
We walked into our kitchen.
“Well we had some coffee in here, and talked a bit about Babette and our plans for next weekend.”
“Yes…..”
“Then, we headed into that room…..(pointing to our family type room), and sat on the couch….. it seemed he was in the mood for a blow job….”
She mentioned something about his firm grip in her hair while she deployed her skills on his uncut Euro-cock.
By then we were heading up to our bedroom, where Mistress explained they had adjourned next.
As she pulled off those jeans, and I shed my work costume, she explained the variety of positions they utilized over the ensuing hour or so.
And soon slave was on his knees, worshipping Mistress as she so clearly deserved.
“Do I taste different, Slave?”
“Hmmm….”I said, savoring, while sucking and licking…..quite frankly it was hard to discern a difference but then several hours had passed.Maybe my taste buds are getting a little old.
After Mistress had been at least temporarily satisfied, she kindly unlocked her cock, and I washed it off before she used those lush lips on me.
“It takes a little getting used to, but the whole un-cut thing is not that different.”
“Glad to hear it Mistress….mybe you can do a tutorial for our readers’
Soon we were on the bed, Slave thrusting into those clean shaven folds, Mistress making those little mewing sounds of contentment.
“So…. How many times did you come, Mistress?”
“Oh….maybe 3, 4 times…. It’s a little hard to keep track…..”
“And did he make you ask permission?”
“Yes…. But, well…. sometimes he’d say ‘no’ when I’d ask…. it can get a little frustrating.”
“Poor Mistress….”
“And then he’d count down in French, and tell me ‘now’….”
“Did that work for you, Mistress?”
“It actually did, Slave.”
Excellent work on that “come on demand” training, Francois!
By now we got distracted in our own rhythms, and Mistress was kind enough to grant me permission the very first time I begged.
Later, as we left for dinner at a little neighborhood restaurant, Mistress passed on something that Francois told her.
“He said any man would be crazy not to want to fuck you….”
“Very true, Mistress….”
“And how did he like the Chevre?”
“Ohhh….. he forgot it….. I guess he’ll have to stop by later this week to pick it up.”
It was an eventful first day back in town for Molly and Mick, getting back on the work wagon and all. And we need to get up and out early this AM, so excuse me if I am a little brief and unfocused on laying out this account. Feel free to ask questions, and I will fill in some more details later.
Slave was back at work in his office, Mistress working from home yesterday, and things were a little open ended as to whether Francois’s own work schedule might allow the two a little time together.
As it turned out, Mistress and he met for some coffee at a Starbucks not far from where he was doing some work. I got the heads up, and a little report on her drive home.
“So how did it go, Mistress?”
“Fine Slave…. we just chatted a while . I think he was a little disappointed that I wore underwear under my skirt though?”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, as we were leaving he reached up under there and I had to tell him he wouldn’t be pleased…. It was a work day after all.”
“True.”
“And what did you talk about?”
“We did cover that upcoming weekend…. And involving his new friend Babette in the proceedings… at some point I sort of shushed him, since it was all this sex talk and I was afraid the Barrista was listening in….”
“And he said?”
“He must be a regular there… he looked at the guy and said ‘didn’t I tell you I was meeting my mistress and we were going to talk about getting a cute little submissive involved in some of our action’?”
“Oh shit…. Hilarious….”
Let’s move on now to further action, after work, back here at the UCTMW World HQ.
What’s nice about this empty nest is that there is no pressure at the end of the day for a quick meal prep to soothe the savage sullen teens. So Slave is free to come home, take off those work clothes, and offer his services to Mistress.
We were in our post-coital bliss, me contemplating what to serve with the fish, when Mistress got a text….
“Francois has some time, and wants to know if it’s OK to stop by with a couple of bottle of wine for us to sample….”
Gulp.So the time had come for Slave to meet Mistress’s new beau.But I was undainted, and, of course, very curious.
“Sure, Mistress….. ask him if he wants to stay for dinner….”
(Slave may be impertinent, but all that worship and sex had gotten my appetite aroused.Couldn’t cuckolding wait until we all had full tummies?)
As it turned out, Francois had not yet eaten,and there was plenty of Salmon to go around (poached in a mix of mushrooms, eggplant chunks, green peppers and tomato if you’re curious).
We enjoyed the wine, laughed a lot, cleaned our plates, emptied a couple of bottle of wine, and talked about logistics for our upcoming “Home Cumming Weekend”.
Some topics covered:
nAcquisition of two butterfly vibrators with remotes, for Mistress and Babette.
nThe need for Mistress to add a larger dildo for use with her strap-on, since Babette is quite open to that experience, and the general opinion was that it was time for Slave to graduate to something more substantial.
nMistress’s role in the proceeding? “You’re the switch…. I’m in charge but you get to Domme Babette”, according to Francois.
nComplements. Mistress is addicted to them, but that’s her Slave’s job. According to Francois, his Calvinist upbringing does not lend itself to lavishing praise.
nThe Blog. It seems Francois is enjoying his cameo appearances. Like us, he is already focusing on how prospective activities will be great “blog fodder”.
Overall, it was a very enjoyable evening. And it was a delight to see the smile on Mistress’s face and the twinkle in her eye as her two men fawned over her, each in their own way.
Afterwards, I commented on the pleasure that Mistress seemed to take in the whole admittedly unusualproceeding.
“What’s not to like, Slave….”
At some point, after dinner,I got a call I needed to take, so did not have a good chance to say goodbye, as Mistress walked Francois to his car. He was the perfect gentleman in front of me, I might add. But I understand Mistress got a nice kiss goodnight.
NO doubt, there will be further developments to report.
No early post here at UCTMW this morning... instead we were up and out early, beginning our long mounful drive back to River City.
Of course, Mistress did get a little action this am. When I woke her at the appointed time, she asked if I wanted to have some early AM sex before we left. I demurred (for fear I would just want to go back to sleep afterwords) but I did make sure Mistress got some wake-up worship.
Yesterday was a nice summation of our time here: leisurely time in bed in the morning; a bike ride up and down our neighborhood hills and valleys; a little time in the sun, and a nap and afternoon sex before heading out for an evening of food and music in a nearby restaurant/bar.
During the afternoon, we gave a call to Donna, our Senior Correspondent, who was celebrating a birthday yesterday. (The CEO likes to reach out to our world wide staff on such ocassions). ANd yes, Donna, Mistress was strutting around the patio naked while you previewed your adventures at La Domaine. Both of us are anxiously awaiting the next installment.
After 10 days or so of nude sunbathing, Mistress really has done away with just about all of those tan lines, as this HNT (actually 100% NT) photo demonstrates:
I took the first shift driving once we left our adobe abode, and we stopped for a greasy breakfast at a little cafe in southern Colorado. Now Mistress is at the wheel, giving me time to get something up here to amuse the rest of you, using our mobile Wifi gizmo.
But while I was driving, Mistress was engaged in a lengthy text conversation with Francois, back in River City. (Did you think he had disapeared, dear readers?)
Francois and Mistress have been in increasing contact these last few days, as it became apparent that we were actually coming home. and this morning he was weaving an interesting scenario for Mistress involving another woman (with slightly larger breasts), remote controlled butterfly vibrators, and this humble Slave (apparently wearing his cock cage, at least for a while).
It's something to mark on the schedule for an upcoming weekend. Sort of a "house warming" in honor of Mistress's return from River City.
I won't go into all the details, but Francois, if you are out there.... please feel free to fill in the blanks.
Unlike the new NFL Players Collective Bargaining Contract, mine does not prohibit “two-a-days”. And, in fact, with the teens off to their new endeavors, it seems that has become the rule of thumb here at the UCTMW World HQ.
Morning sex has always been part of our game plan – unless there is some reason for an unusually early exit to get to work or the airport. And of course Mistress enjoys her “morning cock”, particularly when the hard steel ring for my cock cage is firmly in place.
And with a little less time required to prepare meals and nag teens to do their homework, there is all the more time in the evening for the proper use of Mistress’s cock.
Yesterday evening there was even a little extra accelerant for some post-work maneuvers in Mistress’s executive suite.
She had a late afternoon visit from her new “Dom”, Francois.
What’s nice about the empty nest is that there’s no reason Mistress can’t entertain “guests”. So Francois stopped by for a little iced tea and some conversation.
(Mistress has directed me to keep a little veil of privacy down about whatever else might be happening between them, and her wish is my command on that front).
“He couldn’t stay very long, Slave… he had some personal business of his own to take care of….”
Understandable. But he does show signs of showing Mistress the sort of extra attention that she certainly deserves.
“So what did you talk about, Mistress?”
“Oh, we covered lots of things…. I didn’t know, for example, that he used to be a professional cyclist.”
“Impressive, Mistress.”
“And we talked about how hard it was for me to find a proper Dom”.
“Did he have any theories?”
“He says I’m way too intimidating for most American guys…. They wouldn’t know what to do with me….”
“I definitely buy that theory….”
By now I was experiencing a certain degree of pain below the belt.
“Would you consider unlocking the cage, Mistress?”
“Ohh… my poor Slave…. is this uncomfortable for you?”
(Did I mention that when I got home she was wearing a black tank top. And nothing else.The site of her clean shaven folds may have contributed to my discomfort).
Soon we were in bed. (Actually, Mistress was in bed, and I was on my knees.)Slave was grazing. And when I made sure that Mistress had a suitable orgasm, she was kind enough to free her cock.
At that point, our bike ride was put on hold for about an hour as we resorted to more amorous forms of exercise.
I wonder if the “drive by Dom” will stop by again today?
We woke with the door open, the cats who fawned over our teens (and were fawned over in turn) were wandering in and out, disoriented that their sponsors had flown the coop.
After I did my blogging, I came upstairs to find Mistress, awake, doing some of her own emailing.She reminded me that sometime in the middle of the night, our teen had texted that she had safely arrived in Europe.
And although I had work to attend to, we made sure to spend a little extra time in bed together.
Mistress was happy to find that hard steel ring in place, tightly encapsulating my cock and balls, which always produces a particular rigid and persistent accessory when it comes to her morning fuck.
We showered together, and after I dried off, I presented myself to her to close the lock on my cage.
“Good, Slave…. I almost feel sorry that you’ll be wearing it more frequently for the foreseeable future.”
No doubt.
So I was off, and Mistress had her own plans for the day.
I left you all hanging earlier this week about Mistress and her potential “part time Dom”. They did have a brief meet and greet on Monday. A mutual eyeballing and checking for chemistry I suppose, to go with the texting they had engaged in while he was off to Europe for a good part of the summer.
Apparently that first test was mutually passed.
He’s a reader of the blog. No, we’ve seen no comments yet. But he’s picked up on some of the hijinks here, and does not mind becoming a character in our little community.
He’s agreed that we can call him Francois,a native of France, who has spent the last decade or so here in River City. We can fill in more blanks later.
Mistress had made plans to lunch with him yesterday. Some additional getting to know you time. And what she might ( or might not) be up to gave me a little extra zap as she shut the lock on Mick’s cage yesterday morning.
Of course, as she’s mentioned, her notions of privacy and decorum are a little more restrained than mine might be. What we share here about developments between her and Francois will be dribbled out at her discretion.
But I can share a funny store that she repeated to me later in the day, when we both found ourselves naked, in our bed on a Friday evening, my cage finally unlocked for the weekend.
“We did what folks always do in River City, Slave…. talk about who we might know in common.And it turns out we both know R ….” ( a guy who owned a restaurant years ago that Mistress often used for business functions).
“Funny… it’s been years since we’ve seen him.”
“So he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up R and we talked for a while….I hadn’t heard from him in years…. He says we should all get together….”
‘And how did he explain to R that he knew you, Mistress?”
“Just that we were working on some business things together”
Plausible, I suppose.
“And here’s the funny part…. He says that R is sort of into the scene too… described something about him in the basement of his restaurant with two young things, in collars … on leashes.”
Hmmmm.Who-da-thunk. And I thought that was just where he stored the wine and kept the fish on ice.
Strange Days have found us.
Mistress was definitely in a feisty mood after her lunch, and it turned out that my cock was the beneficiary. So after she was suitably worshipped, she took to riding it, hard and long, before collapsing on me in a heap, all O’ed out.
Poor Mistress.
A busy day for the new empty nester.
But our day wasn’t quite done yet.
It’s remarkably liberating to NOT have to worry about what and when and how to feed one’s teens on a Friday evening. Ours had been spending way too much time at home over the summer, consuming our schedule.
So when we were in the mood to put our clothes back on, we dressed casually, and headed to a quaint local town up the road. The wine shop had their Friday tasting going on, and a group of similarly liberated grown ups were tasting the selection available and grazing on cheese and other munchies. We were happy to join them.
We chatted on about our days, and Mistress, as she is want to do, reached out to make sure that I was OK with her little developing adventure with Francois.
“I don’t want you to feel left out, Slave….”
Maybe I was a little relaxed, oblivious to my surroundings, but apparently my voice was not suitably quiet when I reassured her.
“Mistress, how many 60 year old guys get to have sex twice a day, or more if I want it….”
That’s when she blushed and glanced at the semi-chubby 50ish guy in the madras shorts browsing the wine shelf next to us, who quickly stepped away from the couple sharing TMI.
Sorry pal. Didn’t mean to embarrass you.If you feel discriminated against take it up with your wife. And try ditching the madras shorts. They are definitely a mood killer.
