If you read our comment section here yesterday, you saw that our WC has imposed a temporary orgasm embargo on the UCTMW household, in anticipation of his arrival with his wife B later this evening.
Fortunately, the news did not arrive here in the remote shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains until mid-morning, long after Mistress and slave had indulged in our Sunday morning sexual rituals. That means Mistress had a couple of final cums before the embargo took effect. She seemed pleased that slave deployed her favorite power tool, and even asked my permission to cum. And slave enjoyed the chance to take his pleasure after the power tool was thumbed off.
Mistress took the news of Mike's edict with a certain resigned indignation. At least at first. After a pre-breakfast bike ride, and some languishing on our patio, we took a nap together, but avoided the typical post-nap worship. Then, before dinner we spent some time on our patio, enjoying the cool damp breeze on an unusually rainy day here in the high desert.
That's when Mistress sounded out in a bit of rebellious fit of pique.
"Mike would never know if we cheat, slave....and had just one before he gets here."
"But Mistress, that would be wrong!"
She looked at me with a certain disgust.
"If you're not co-operating, maybe I'll have to take things into my own hands then....."
But did she? There was a bit of time yesterday when I was showering and Mistress was resting in bed in her robe, before we went out for dinner.
Only Mistress knows for sure.
Mike, maybe you will have to interrogate her later today to get to the bottom of it. Until then I will do my best to make sure your embargo holds, at least until this evening.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Mistress's Point of View
I suppose it’s fortunate that Mistress stopped by my office yesterday for a quick munch (I did the munching) and lunch, because not long after she was on her way back to her office I got a text from her.
“I’m on orgasm denial until tomorrow morning, Slave….”
That’s when M and Mistress will be having a conference call, their first “training” session since our Western Correspondent acquired his new title as the CEO’s personal trainer.
Hmmm….he’s getting all controlling with her again. Maybe I should not have sent him that text message photo an hour or so earlier from the Slave’s eye view – Mistress with her legs spread, her well shorn parts fully exposed, and that smug look on her face. The message accompanying the photo was “busy day!”.
I responded to Mistress’s text with some faux sympathy, something like “poor mistress”. And she responded with some good, if surprising news:
“He says I’m supposed to service you though, Slave.”
Wow. I guess M liked that promotion I engineered for him This could be a win/win.
Of course there is a bit of a downside with these conference calls. Since I will be heading to work solo this morning, I will be under my own sort of quarantine.
“Remember to put that ring on in the morning when you get up, Slave. You will be allowed to fuck me as long as you don’t make me come…. But then I want you in that cage.”
We do have some bizarre protocols here at UCTMW, don’t we? So now I’m sitting here, my cock and balls gingerly shmushed into that hard steel ring, already anticipating the opportunity to fuck Mistress, but wondering how to get there without taking her along with me. Stay tuned for this sordid tale tomorrow morning.
And speaking of sordid tales, we teased you a bit yesterday with some of our “secret origins” story. Mistress liked being reminded of things from my bumbling perspective. And it provoked her to share a bit of her point of view from those heady days of 1987-88, when our sitting President apparently was already half baked, trying to remember who he traded arms for hostages with, and who the hostages were, for that matter.
Here is Mistress’s POV:
“Since there seems to be some interest in the M/M back story – I determined it was high time to tell it from my POV.
Let’s go back to the fall of 1987. I was a young thing (and yes, married to my first love, but NOT my great love – because that is Mick). I was a staffer for a statewide elected official. I WAS wearing a short black dress (that at the time might have been racy for these parts) and I found myself in a chat with Mick – who was a political force.
Yes, he chatted me up and offered to walk me to my car. I had heard that he was quite the ladies man and I declined.
Then, fast forward to a lunch (a few months later) in which he tried to play footsie with me under the table. I kept my feet firmly on my side.
Then, yes we were both involved with that unremarkable little man from Massachusetts. Yes, Mick had it right; he decided to rub my neck (while we were both at campaign HQ late into the night).
And, yes we spent a late evening removing the opponents’ yard signs in the spring of 1988 and NO he did not kiss me goodnight.
By that point, I was “interested.” I did call his home (ugh) and I did go to meet him at his office. I did lean across his desk and inform him that it might be time to kick this thing up a notch. And, yes he had the audacity to tell me that he had decided to finally be a faithful husband to his long-suffering wife. The tease and CAD!
Somehow, someway we found ourselves at a suburban hotel two nights later. He asked me to bring food. I did: red food – strawberries and licorice.
Friends, we had sex twice and he told me he loved me. On our second “date”, we decided that our first daughter’s name would be Caroline..and – it took a while, but we moved in together in October of 1991…now, all these year’s and kids later – we still have sex twice or so a day…so I guess things worked out, right?
“I’m on orgasm denial until tomorrow morning, Slave….”
That’s when M and Mistress will be having a conference call, their first “training” session since our Western Correspondent acquired his new title as the CEO’s personal trainer.
Hmmm….he’s getting all controlling with her again. Maybe I should not have sent him that text message photo an hour or so earlier from the Slave’s eye view – Mistress with her legs spread, her well shorn parts fully exposed, and that smug look on her face. The message accompanying the photo was “busy day!”.
I responded to Mistress’s text with some faux sympathy, something like “poor mistress”. And she responded with some good, if surprising news:
“He says I’m supposed to service you though, Slave.”
Wow. I guess M liked that promotion I engineered for him This could be a win/win.
Of course there is a bit of a downside with these conference calls. Since I will be heading to work solo this morning, I will be under my own sort of quarantine.
“Remember to put that ring on in the morning when you get up, Slave. You will be allowed to fuck me as long as you don’t make me come…. But then I want you in that cage.”
We do have some bizarre protocols here at UCTMW, don’t we? So now I’m sitting here, my cock and balls gingerly shmushed into that hard steel ring, already anticipating the opportunity to fuck Mistress, but wondering how to get there without taking her along with me. Stay tuned for this sordid tale tomorrow morning.
And speaking of sordid tales, we teased you a bit yesterday with some of our “secret origins” story. Mistress liked being reminded of things from my bumbling perspective. And it provoked her to share a bit of her point of view from those heady days of 1987-88, when our sitting President apparently was already half baked, trying to remember who he traded arms for hostages with, and who the hostages were, for that matter.
Here is Mistress’s POV:
“Since there seems to be some interest in the M/M back story – I determined it was high time to tell it from my POV.
Let’s go back to the fall of 1987. I was a young thing (and yes, married to my first love, but NOT my great love – because that is Mick). I was a staffer for a statewide elected official. I WAS wearing a short black dress (that at the time might have been racy for these parts) and I found myself in a chat with Mick – who was a political force.
Yes, he chatted me up and offered to walk me to my car. I had heard that he was quite the ladies man and I declined.
Then, fast forward to a lunch (a few months later) in which he tried to play footsie with me under the table. I kept my feet firmly on my side.
Then, yes we were both involved with that unremarkable little man from Massachusetts. Yes, Mick had it right; he decided to rub my neck (while we were both at campaign HQ late into the night).
And, yes we spent a late evening removing the opponents’ yard signs in the spring of 1988 and NO he did not kiss me goodnight.
By that point, I was “interested.” I did call his home (ugh) and I did go to meet him at his office. I did lean across his desk and inform him that it might be time to kick this thing up a notch. And, yes he had the audacity to tell me that he had decided to finally be a faithful husband to his long-suffering wife. The tease and CAD!
Somehow, someway we found ourselves at a suburban hotel two nights later. He asked me to bring food. I did: red food – strawberries and licorice.
Friends, we had sex twice and he told me he loved me. On our second “date”, we decided that our first daughter’s name would be Caroline..and – it took a while, but we moved in together in October of 1991…now, all these year’s and kids later – we still have sex twice or so a day…so I guess things worked out, right?
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