Mistress and slave have gotten into a comfy routine here now that slave no longer goes to an office most "work" days. While we are both serving some clients (her more than me), we have been able to carve out some afternoon "nap" time, which more often than not includes either some post-nap worship or a 2nd round of more conventional sex. But yesterday, after she lunched with the Dowager Domme and I entertained my cute grandkids, there was a little more time for us to indulge....
Slave had gotten a "warning" earlier in the day.
"It's been a long time since you've gotten a good ass-fucking, slave...."
"So true, Mistress."
We woke from our late afternoon snooze at around 5 pm, and Mistress was feisty and ready for action.
"Time to get out my supplies, slave...."
I dutifully went on task.
Harness. check.
Simulated plastic cock. Check.
Lube. Check.
Mistress gave me a pass on the usual preliminary.
"You've been so good lately slave, that I'm going to pass on the punishment."
So no ass warm up with her crop.
"Sounds good to me, Mistress".
So it was down to business. Mistress promptly slid into her harness, and mounted it's important accessory (not quite as big as the helpfully illustrative video might suggest). A generous helping of lube assisted as she drove home, finding her target with her typical precision.
Mistress worked her magic on her slave, while pumping herself into a rather robust cum of her own. She generously allowed me to take my own pleasure on top as she caught her breath from her more alpha exertions. And I gratefully did.....
It was a nice prequel to a quiet evening at home.
Tonight will be a little busier. We are meeting a couple from out in the 'Burbs who found Mistress via her new OKCupid page. They are into the "Open marriage" / Poly scene. He's clearly interested in getting to know Mistress a little more personally. I'm along for the ride, purely as a curious amateur social scientist, of course. I'm sure our readers will be interested to hear all of the details.... purely for sociological reasons, of course.
Mistress "threatened" to give her slave some strap-on action Saturday morning when the dust settled from our more conventional wake-up sex.
"I think you need a good ass-fucking this afternoon, slave...." was the way I recall her expressing her intentions.
"At your wish, Mistress."
But first there was some time for me to spend with my cute grand-kids, and for both of us to soak up some rays at our local swim club.
By 4 pm we were home, and ready for a late afternoon siesta. But when we woke, Mistress was determined to "make good her threat" before we headed to a movie up the street.
"Get our my supplies, slave."
I knew what that meant, so slave went about the task of retrieving her harness, it's phallic accessory and the lube. I also pulled out the aneros, which she likes me to insert after she's "hard her way" with me.
Supplies assembled, I reported to her in the bedroom.
"But where's the riding crop, slave?"
Oops. I guess she wasn't going to do a "half-assed" job this afternoon.
"Did I do something wrong, Mistress?"
I thought I'd been a good slave this week.
"Just get it while I think up some trumped up charges....."
"Yes, Mistress."
Reporting back, crop in hand, and without being told, I assumed the position on our bed. Ass up, pillow under my hips.
"Slave, you've been good this week. But these are to remind you to behave while I'm away."
(Mistress is heading on a trip with the Dowager Domme and her sister on Thursday evening).
She lit into my bottom with about 8 solid but not punishing strokes. I've found that they are more tolerable if I vocally express the ouchy pain they induce. So our two cats got an earful as I moaned in response to each one.
"There now, slave. Hopefully you've learned your lesson in advance and will be on the straight and narrow while I'm gone!"
Pain was soon turned to pleasure for both of us as Mistress deployed her strap-on. Her aim was true and she was soon pumping into me until her powerful thrusts turned me to putty until she exhausted herself in what appeared to be her own impressive cum.
Once we both caught our breaths, slave was allowed to take my own pleasure a more conventional way, with the aneros providing a little extra incentive.
And not once did slave exclaim "but Mistress, I've been framed!"
Mistress and slave had planned a quiet Friday night at home. The only question was whether we would have the company of our now working, former co-ed.
When I arrived home, a bit sweaty from my bike ride, Mistress greeted me in one of those silky black nighties she will slither into for an evening home.
"Are you ready for an ass-fucking, slave?"
Who could argue with that proposition? And after a shower to rinse off the grime, slave collected Mistress's equipment to assist in on her mission.
"Our daughter's not responding to my texts, slave....what if the comes home in the middle of this?"
We took a risk, shut the door, and went "on task".
Mistress seemed pretty enthusiastic as she pumped into me, achieving her own cum while reducing her slave to a quivering husk of submissive hubbie. Then she allowed me to finish the job in a more conventional way before sending me off to clean up her tools for their next usage.
After a little R & R we adjourned to the kitchen and assembled a light snack, poured some wine, then settled onto the couch to watch an indie film -"The Overnighter" - about a Seattle couple that move to LA and share a strange evening with a kinky LA couple. Mistress was still in that short nightie, sans undies. As the movie kicked into a distinctly swinger vibe and clothes were shed on the screen, slave lazily fondled Mistress's clean shaven folds....
But just as she was about to enjoy her 3rd, maybe 4th, cum of the evening, a key rattled in the door.
Naturally, it was our daughter, with her eager to please boyfriend, who is finishing up his own degree this semester. He must have decided on a conjugal visit off campus.
At least I had my pants on. But Mistress was still in a less dressed state, and struggled to make sure her folds were covered and her lovely breasts were not peeking out as the boyfriend did his best Eddie Haskel impression, chatting us up about how our work has been going, yada, yada, yada.
Meanwhile slave quickly froze our movie, which otherwise would have created the impression that Mom and Dad were watching some sort of softcore porn while the kids were out.
I know we were a tad embarrassed. Not sure the boyfriend was embarrassed as he got a healthy dose of Mistress's generous cleavage looking down on her from the edge of our cozy couch.
Fortunately, the two horny 20 somethings soon adjourned to her cramped bedroom, just across the hall from our own.
I wonder if they feel any less weird about doing it across the hall from us than we will this morning doing it across the hall from them?
Before I get onto the subject of today's blog, it's worth reaching back to Friday's post about recent fashion trends on the grooming and maintenance of the female "thatch". In response to my question about her lover Jay's preference, Mistress made it very clear:
"Oh, Jay definitely likes things clean shaven down there Slave.... I'm sure he'd be against anything that would cover me up...." Mistress made it clear that Jay likes to spend time grazing the clean shaven folds every bit as much as her Slave does.
Comments from Donna and Sin also suggested their preference for "de-forestation". I'm wondering if that has something to do with "guidance" on the subject they have received from Bill and Bid Bad?
On the other hand, Suzanne, who comes from a more fashionable metropolitan area, seemed to suggest that she goes for the "landing strip" approach. I can imagine her lover Jay needing the help of those fancy flashing red lights to guide him home after a long night at a Patriot's game. But where does the de-icing station come in? Is that Tammy's job?
We were in no need of de-icing here in River City this weekend. First, the seemingly endless cold snap broke and we actually got back into the 50's yesterday. Plus, with the nest finally emptied out for the weekend, we had a lots more time and space to indulge....
There was some "end of the work week" sex Friday evening here, with no plans to go anywhere.
There was pre-gym sex on Saturday morning, followed by a "warning" from Mistress that there would be some raucous afternoon sex when we got back from our respective missions to visit with our mothers.
Sure enough, after a little late afternoon nap, Slave was instructed to retrieve Mistress's harness and related supplies.
"I normally give you a cropping before your ass fucking, Slave.... but you've been pretty well behaved lately...."
Well that was a relief.
Having coached me into the proper position, Mistress proceeded to let loose on my tender bottom, taking me con mucho gusto. Once she had her fill, she shed the harness, and instructed her Slave to insert my aneros, as a little reminder of what had just transpired. I was then allowed to fuck her in the more conventional way. I did my best to make sure she was "given" as well as I had received a few minutes earlier.
And yes, by the time the dust settled, it was pretty darned raucous.
Today we are avoiding any social interactions other than our own company.... the Super Bowl will be on, for sure, but no gathering of friends for Mistress's chili this year. We've had more than enough of other folks clogging up the nest for the last month or so. Of course, in loyalty to our Western Correspondent, I'll be pulling for the Donkeys. But I don't think PFM will put up 30 against the stout Seahawk defense.... I'm calling it 24-17, Broncos.
Those of you with tender sensibilities need a "spoiler alert" about today's entry here at UCTMW. As in, I don't want to spoil your breakfast. (Or dinner for those of you in more exotic time zones). There- you are dutifully warned.
On our walk back from Thanksgiving dinner Thursday night - yes, we live in one of those idyllic American communities that most thought ended in the 1940's where "grandmother's house" is a 15 minute walk up a hill - Mistress gave fair warning that my days of pampering might be coming to an end:
"Slave, I think we've been a little too vanilla lately.... we may need to get a little more knky this weekend...."
"What standing do I have to object, Mistress...."
"Exactly...."
Yesterday morning, Mistress got a little more explicit. We had skipped wake-up sex so Mistress could make it to an early AM spin class at our Gym. On the drive over, she let me know what I had in store:
"It's been a while since I fucked you in the ass Slave..... "
"True, Mistress....."
So when the cute Co-Eds went off at around 11:30 for some of that much hated Black Friday shopping and lunch with their Aunt and Grandmother, it was clear that my ass was on the line.
"Why don't you get out our supplies, Slave...."
I dutifully retrieved her strap-on equipment, and our lube.....but when I came back to our bed, I noticed that something else had been added to the mix.
Her riding crop was laid out on the bed.
As she slid into her harness, she made sure I was in proper position -- on my tummy, ass available to her. And as she struck me a good dozen times, directing me to stop my squirming to avoid even more, she reminded me of my need to provide even more devotion and respect in the weeks to come.
"Yes, Mistress", was about all Slave could muster, as my bony aging ass stung, fading after a minute or so into a warm glow. She took time to snap a photo and email it to me, with directions to post it here:
Mistress, of course, was not done just yet. She coached me into the proper position to accept the ass fucking she had promised, and seemed to have a nice powerful cum before she was done pumping into me. Then Slave was instructed to insert my aneros before she rode her work-a-day cock to another moaning cum. By then Mistress had her fill, and allowed me to fuck her until I begged for, and finally won permission to cum.
When the dust settled, we cuddled together in bed, enjoying the privacy of our temporarily empty noon-time nest. Slave's attitude was well adjusted.
I wonder if this is what the Pilgrims had in mind when they created the Thanksgiving Day holiday?
Mistress and Slave had a very busy St. Patrick's Day.
Of course, there was the luxuriant wake up sex, a little earlier than normal for a Saturday morning, because Mistress had arranged to go on a little shopping trip with J to a place that makes her Slave's skin crawl: COSTCO. It seems they both like stocking up there, a little fringe benefit in bringing J into Mistress's life that she hadn't thought to put in her AM profile.
(For some reason they don't have a box to check after "handcuff play" or "spanking" for "Saturday morning trips to COSTCO" in the "kinks I enjoy" list).
So while Slave hunkered down to assemble all of our tax information, and then visited my grouchy Mother, Mistress and J were pushing their carts through COSTCO, and then sharing a late breakfast at a local cafe.
I headed home at around 1 pm, and figured I might have to give Mistress a heads up. No point embarrassing J when the doting hubby comes home, in the event their shopping trip deteriorated to a little hanky panky after unloading a years supply of laundry detergent or moisturizer.
But my warning text message and phone call went unanswered.
Hmmm.
I pulled into the drive, noting that their cars were both here. I figured I better make some noise, promulgating a hearty "Hello Boys and Girls" as I walked up the stairs from the basement to our ground floor.
Fortunately, Mistress acknowledged me, and as I turned into our family room I saw her there, not so discretly refastening her lacy black bra.
"We were just fooling around a little until you got home, Slave...."
Poor J, he seemed a little sheepish as he was reassembling his own Saturday shopping trip attire. I suddenly had a sense of how my Dad must have felt when he unexpectedly barged into a hot make-out session involving me and a high school girl friend. But I expect J will ultimately get a better sense of comfort with this admittedly unusual relationship.
He was headed home, and Mistress and Slave headed out for a bike ride in the 70-ish sunshine. When we got back to the executive suite, the plan was for some late afternoon sex. But Mistress had some bells and whistles in mind.
She had me strip, assemble her "supplies" (her harness and strap-on) and "assume your position" on our bed, my bony, 60 yr. old ass on full display.
As I looked around, I noted with some trepidation that she had her riding crop in hand.
"This is a little pre-emptive punishment, Slave.... I want to make sure you understand that you will be well behaved tonight...."
I sure respect those of you out there, Aisha and Donna come to mind, who seem to relish, even long for, a firm paddling or spanking. I for one think it hurts like hell, and its unlikely I will ever get used to the harsh sting of Mistress's crop on my bottom.... though I suppose it does have a certain compelling effect on my psyche once that initial sting fades.
So I squirmed and whined and begged for mercy as Mistress made sure I got the full treatment with her crop. It certainly focused my mind on being a "good Slave" for the rest of the evening.
And, in contrast, the nice ass fucking that followed, until Mistress came with a compelling moan and shudder, was a 'walk in the park". Luckily, Slave was rewarded with the opportunity to take my pleasure from Mistress afterwords, and then we snuggled into a nice late afternoon nap.
But soon it was time to get ready for our evening's activities.
I suppose I have Suzanne over at All Mine to thank for her emailed reminder to Mistress that her Slave should be in his cock cage for his night out on the town with the a bunch of tuxedoed Irishmen...... Gee, thanks there Suzanne!
Mistress thought I was cute in my cage and Tux shirt as we both dressed for our nights out, and took the photo above to share with our devoted readers.
As I popped in my studs, and fastened my bow tie, Mistress was primping for her date night with J. She had made clear that their plans did not include much more than some marathon love making, with a little cheese and wine to keep them going. So it made sense that her ensemble was a frilly, matching set of undies and semi-transparent top, covered by some jeans and a loose wrap sweater. I got a picture of that too.
It was clear she was excited about a chance for her first "sleepover" with J, though I do think she felt a little guilty about leaving her Slave all alone for the night.
"It will be fine Mistress. I'll be getting home at around midnight, and will be ready to crash by then."
As the evening progressed, we did trade a few texts, touching base. I sent her a photo of the Irish flag suspended from the grand hall where our banquet unfolded with all its bluster and pretension, the Guiness and Bushmill's flowing, and the glee club leading the crowd in the 'Soldier's Song."
But as promised, I was pulling into our drive at around 11:30 pm. AS I was lossenig my tie, my phone rang. It was Mistress.
"Hi Slave.... believe it or not, I'm in the parking lot at Kroger.... I came with J .... he needed to make a condom run....."
Oops. I guess J was never a boy scout. He was clearly unprepared for Mistress's appetite for his cock.
"Don't they sell those by the gross at COSTCO, Mistress?"
But, despite the poor planning it sounds like Mistress's date night went about as planned. Mistress says she will be home by around 10:30 am this morning, and since I'm still in this infernal steel cage, it will not be a moment too soon.
Sleeping in the cage apparently is one rather uncomfortable way to become aware of my natural nocturnal rhythms: starting at around 3:20 am, and at about twenty minutes after the hour thereafter, I was awakened by the sharp pain of my cock and balls unconsciously swelling against that cruel barrier.
Ouch.
When I did a little whining via text a little while ago, maybe with the hope that she would mercifully disclose the location of the key, this is the response I got:
"Good morning Slave.
Your Mistress will be home in a few hours.
Stay Caged!
I love you.
Your Mistress."
Every now and then my predictive skills are uncanny.... well not like Suzanne over at All Mine, but still pretty good.
And yesterday was a particularly good day.
First, there was the odd confluence of events. I mentioned running into a woman with the back story of having been involved with a former NFL QB. Low and behold, the local newspaper yesterday morning had a big feature story on this fellow, who had not played a snap since the early 1970's.
Then in our blog I predicted that the Jewish real estate developer who had sidled up to Mistress at the art opening would shortly pop up on her facebook friends list.
That happened by around 2 pm, when Slave and Mistress settled into a little R & R in our executive suite.
"Funny Mistress... he didn't friend request me....."
"Does that surprise you, Slave...."
No, not particularly.
Finally, I predicted that our unexpected encounter with that local singer / songwriter would end up costing me a sore ass. This is the one who used to date my brother (I introduced them for God's sake), but who Mistress has insisted for the last 20 years that I secretly have the hots for.
Sure enough, once our cute Co-Ed daughter (who made a cameo appearance yesterday at around noon) headed off to a hair appointment, Mistress suggested it was time for me to pay the price for her paranoia.
"Get out my supplies, Slave.... including the riding crop."
Maybe I should have taken a little longer spreading pitch like goop on the flat part of our roof that had taken to leaking during a recent monsoon. See.... I can be a "field slave" every now and then.
But I knew that further arguing would be fruitless.
"Yes, Mistress...."
I assembled her "supplies" -- strap-on harness, it's "accessory", lubricant, and of course her riding crop.
And I "took my position", after disrobing at her direction.
She commenced to thwack at me, while lecturing me on how obvious it was that somehow I had this long suppressed flame burning for this particular object of her disdain.
And I must say it hurt like hell. My ass was bouncing off the bed, and I did not do a particularly good job of maintaining my position.
But at least Mistress was able to relieve herself of her concern. Let's hope its a long time before we run into this woman again.
When she was done, she took a photo of my well cropped buns.
"I'm sending one copy to you for the blog, Slave.... and one to the WC, who advised me to give you a good cropping today...."
Gee, thanks, Miguel. And I've been so lenient when reviewing your AmEx card expenses of late. I guess I need to use a sharper pencil the next time you submit a $350 bar tab for entertaining a "source".
Afterwords, Mistress was in a more compassionate mood though. She already had that harness on, and caressed the marks on my ass, before guiding her little projectile into my back door.
And once she taken an orgasm or two that way, she told me to insert my aneros, and come back to bed and fuck her. Which I did to my hearts content.
And while my ass stung like hell for those moments of torment, all that pain quickly turned into a little warming glow as I plunged into those clean shaven folds.
But I think I'll steer clear of the predictions department today.... you'll have to consult Suzanne if you want some reliable dope on next Sunday's Super Bowl.
Busy day here in River City.... Mistress and Slave headed back to a new year of work. And Slave had the duty of returning the cute Co-Ed to her campus digs later in the afternoon.
Fortunately, I was fortified with an early afternoon drop by in my office. Mistress had been to a business lunch at that stuffy bastion of the local business poo-bahs, so was dressed rather conservatively, long hair up, black suit, the standard black tights and boots.
But as she settled into her throne it became obvious that she was still in those peek-a-boo tights, giving her Slave easy access to those clean shaven folds.
After she was appropriately satisfied, her Slave was off to pick up the Co-Ed, driving her and a friend to their campus, about an hour away.
Both of us were home at about 6:30 pm, "missing" our lovely daughter, but also relaxed and ready for some private time. I made sure to start things out with some more bedside worship, after Mistress stripped off that business dress and settled back on the bed.
The rest of our evening was indulgent - at least for me: reading the paper, watching the coverage of that zany Iowa caucus, salivating over the bloodletting to come as the Tea Partiers eat their young. Mistress was busy on a work project, but the ambiance was casual. I heated up some Chili Mistress had made Sunday for our post football game dinner.
We also did a little internet shopping, following up on some tips our readers had left the other day when I made it known that we needed some replacement accessories for Mistress's strap on. I screened the recommendations, then Mistress had some input.
We've focused on these two models:
This is the "SLIM JIM", as they say at EdenFantasies:
"If slim and slender is what you're after then try out this fantastic, realistically shaped dildo and its harness compatible base. Made of high quality silicone, this wonderful piece is completely hypoallergenic and latex free, providing safe and healthy play in and on the body. The soft and smooth silicone makes for comfortable insertion and penetration while the flexible but solid body creates lifelike sensations for incredible stimulation..."
I kind of like the "Slim" part of the description.
The other one is a little higher end and tricked out in a way that Mistress finds intriguing:
This is the feeldoe slim (you hear a theme here.... I don't think I want the feeldoe "hefty" or "more" just yet.
Here's the marketing pitch on this little puppy:
"Made for a woman by a woman, the Feeldoe® is the world's only strapless strap-on and multi-use toy for adults, but that's just one of the many ways to use this unbelievably versatile dildo/strap-on.
Unlike other double dildos, the Feeldoe® is contoured to fit the body.
The bulb end is held inside the vagina by contracting the vaginal muscles, and the ridged portion creates friction during sex to arouse the clitoris..."
Mistress thinks we should get two. You never know whether another candidate for her strap on might show up at the door.
So.... after doing our shopping, and falling to sleep with the not so dulcet tones of Rachel Maddow and Chris Matthews in our ears, it should come as no big surprise that Mistress woke up a little earlier than normal. And when that happens there are certain needs that must be met.
Suffice it to say there was oral worship, some fucking through the aperture of those black tights, a then a lengthy resort to the Hitachi Magic Wand.
"I think I am becoming an addict to this Slave...."
"Not a problem.... it takes a little stress off of my tongue and jaws.... that's why we were given the mental chops to make tools, Mistress. It distinguishes us from lower forms of life...."
Mistress was unusually insatiable yesterday.... the marathon session to ring in the new year had fried this aging Slave, but my cock was called into service one more time early yesterday morning, when Mistress woke and paged me to join her in the executive suite. Fortunately, my Pavlovian response to Mistress's lush body. heavenly skin and heady aroma kicked in once I slid into bed next to her, overcoming my bleary eyes and befogged New Year's morning head.
And somehow, she wan able to intrance me sufficiently to forget that it was our Switch Day.....how did that happen? I think it was a little bait and switch on her part. At first we had to move quickly for our wake-up sex, because of plans to go to the gym for an early am spinning class.... But once I had delivered a few orgasms, one with the Hitachi still sitting beside the bed from the night before.... our plans had changed, and we decided to go for a bike ride in the unusually spring like weather here in River City.
Clever, Mistress, very clever.
After our bike ride, we hunkered down into some household tasks. I dismembered our Christmas tree, while Mistress worked at her computer to handle some work overhang. Then I visited my cranky mother. We regrouped in the Executive Suite for a little power nap, before I headed with our daughter downtown to watch our Pussycats back themselves into the Play-offs, through an assortment of fortuitous events that suggested Jesus had missed the exit to Denver.
This strange set of developments could set up the mother of all cross blog wagers if the UCTMW home team ends up playing the All Mine home team in round two. I'm all ready considering the stakes.
Because the game had been shifted to late afternoon, the cute Co-Ed and I did not make it home until around 8 pm. Mistress had a glass of wine in hand, and had made her signature chili to warm us.
But she did have a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Did I miss something, Mistress?"
As my questioning proceeded, I discovered that Mistress had put her trusty Hitachi to use one more time.
"There it was, plugged in next to the bed, Slave.... it was hard not to put it to proper use."
One thing we did discuss yesterday was the need to acquire a new "accessory" for Mistress's strap-on. Actually, maybe two. You never know when an additional Slave might come along, and I guess it would be a little tacky to share.
As you can see from the attached illustration, our's is a little shopworn. And there's another problem.
"I think you're ready for something a little more substantial, Slave.... you've skated along with the trainer size long enough".
We had gotten a big pink one as a promotional consideration from Eden Fantasies a few months back, and while it worked well when Mistress deployed it on DiDi during that wild and crazy "Home Cumming Weekend", its a bit too soft and flexy for my tighter little aperture.
So here is the question..... are there any suggestions from our readers on where to look and what to look for when I follow Mistress's directions to find something more worthy of her strap-on?
Here in River City Molly and Mick had busy mornings. We spent time together at our gym, then Slave went off to help his grumpy mother excavate and hang her Holiday lights. Mistress spent a little time on foot and finger nail maintenance. Then, by around 2 pm, we found ourselves at home ---- alone ---- until we were heading off to a Holiday Party at around 7:30 pm.
"I think you're going to get in on all this ass fucking action this afternoon, Slave...."
"As you wish, Mistress."
Sure enough, after a little reading and a nap, Mistress directed me to "get out my supplies, Slave."
I suspect Mistress was even more enthusiastic than normal about preparing for our little ritual after reading about Suzanne's plans for Jay, and seeing that cute video from Weeds we posted yesterday.
I retrieved her harness, and "cock", and of course our little bottle of
lube.Once she cinched her harness in place, she slid in to bed next to me for a little kissing and kanoodling as a prequel to her taking me from behind.
"I want to make sure you're already nice and hard before I take you from behind, Slave...."
I must say she was true to her word. Feeling her warm body next to mind, our tongues intertwined, and considering what was to come, it was not long before my "work-a-day cock" had taken on a life of its own.
Of course, Mistress was monitoring the situation and knew it was an apt time to place me on my belly, ass avaiable to her. It was easy for her to find her mark and drive it home, so to speak.
Soon Mistress had reached her own critical mass, and was cumming hard, moaning and thrusting even deeper into me, until she had her fill.
AS the WC described yesterday, this little exercise is not one that makes Slave come, but it sure does the trick for Mistress.
Once she'd had her fill, she rose off me, shed her harness, and told Slave to go insert "your device...."
, as a reminder of what had transpired. ANd yes, WC, that extra stimulation makes sure the cock is particularly needy.
I slid back in to bed, and, sliding next to Mistress, her fingers found "her cock" and began to toy and tease. Soon Mistress was begging for the privilege to do some of our afternoon fucking
"You know Slave, you really are pampered.... A lot of the Mistresses out there deny their slaves more often than not...."
"No doubt about it Mistress.... you're pretty indulgent."
But by now I was pretty desperate to be indulged. Those fingers, the aneros, and all of the preliminaries had Slave very close to the edge, even though we had our wake-up sex not that many hours ago.
But she wasn't done just yet.
"You know we used to have that weekly abstinence day here.... but I got a little easy on you about a year ago... maybe we should start that again... right now."
That last line was delivered as a single recently manicured finger slid oh so tauntingly up the length of my cock.
By now I was getting a little worried.
Was Mistress suddenly opening a new chapter in our contractual relationship?
Yikes.
Fortunately, it was about this time -- after a little more particularly pathetic whimpering and pleading on my part - that Mistress indulged her Slave, once again.
Over at All Mine, Suzanne recently won a bet over, of all things, the U Conn v. Harvard basketball game (who knew that a beast of the Big East was allowed to schedule an Ivy League team - it seems tantamount to child abuse!)
When U Conn failed to cover the 20 point spread Suzanne's macho former linebacker lover Jay had generously provided, Suzanne won the bet, and the stakes were high: She gets to use her 'big blackie", normally reserved for her sissy wife Tammy, on Jay. (Jay, considering the fact that Harvard was actually ranked 24 last week, I'm wondering if you "took a dive" on this one..... but that's just speculation on old Mick's part).
Always trying to be helpful (and exploit the always higher rating when we tie into the adventures of Suzanne and her entourage), I invited our Western Correspondent to dust off his keyboard, and submit a tutorial on "taking it like a man". I know this will give Jay some practical guidance and encouragement has he take this next step.
Mick has asked me to write a tutorial about a guy getting
fucked with a strap on.
Being a dutiful
and loyal employee of the UCTMW media empire [Ed. note: while still eschewing
the style book re: periods]
Here it
goes
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think most guys OR gals realize how dominant an act fucking is until the tables
are turned
Ever since
I was young I always did dominant things durning intercourse like grabbing
hair, spanking, pushing
a finger
up the bottom, etc.
However I
have always enjoyed having a finger up my ass too
(I have a
hot lady doctor and always enjoy my prostate examinations:)
BTW. I too
own some aneros toys, which I usually use during sex
I find the
prostate stimulation makes
for better orgasms and I highly recommend getting one
Now, as for
strap on sex, I suggest getting a
pretty big - but not too big -dildo
for the harness
For the
harness I recommend one that fits tightly and has a vibrator that fits over
your female partner’s clit
And one
that positions the dildo right over the clit
It is
important that the lady orgasms while fucking her man
I love it
when B cums while fucking me
She starts
ramming it in real hard and dominant, and grabs my hips and just fucks the shit
out of me taking her pleasure with no real concern for me!
There’s
lots of moaning and groaning
HOT!
Also it is
important to get a dildo with some "give" in it, hard plastic dildos
hurt
It is also
important to go slow to give your partners bottom time to adjust
Anal pain
is not sexy... it just hurts
Talking can
also enhance the experience
Things like
"take it bitch" or "look who likes getting their ass
fucked" are pretty hot and dominant
But
always remember the goal is pleasure, not pain
Interestingly,
I never cum from getting fucked, but still enjoy it a lot
SO
That is my
two cents worth
The likes
getting fucked
And I think
you will too Jay
WC
In addition to this tutorial, maybe a little "live action" fun is appropriate too, so here is a video from an apropos episode of Weeds.
It's been a long time since Mistress required her Slave to post a photo of his reddened ass on these pages.... so you know I got into some trouble here at the UCTMW World HQ.
But before we get to that (that tease sounds a bit like your local news break where the blonde with big boobs says "poison gas cloud headed our way?,,,, more details at 11")... let me fill you in on our day here in River City.
It really has been many years since we spent the full blown holiday weekend here at home ... usually we are off to our Mountain hideaway this time of year. Mistress reminded me that we left the morning after TG last year. That's why a Friday with no real schedule seemed so refreshing. There was time for Mistress to sleep in.... to be followed by some slow and sensous wake up sex after she guffawed at my blog tribute to the vagaries of our Feast.
I was a little concerned that Mistress might be offended that I seemed to pick on her family -- suffice it to say that on Holidays past my family has done more of its own good vibe killing work. I can recall our first TG together, 20 years ago. Mistress was pregnant, we had just fled our respective spouses and were setting up our "love nest", and yet most of my family was supportive and already in love with the new addition to the family..... But for one sister.
She used some dead air over the holiday table at my (no longer with us) younger brother's house to pronounce "what's with my brothers -- dumping wives and finding new flashier models whenever it suits them!"
Mistress was classy enough not to bolt from the room, or toss a bowl of gravy over my sister's head.
Fortunately, we all survived and lived to feud another day.... and even that sister has mellowed with the years.
But Mistress took my post in the spirit intended and even added some incidents I missed the night before: like the fact that our guests had already begun chowing down by the time she and I sat down forgoing what I thought was the traditional TG toast to the assembled family members and those missing or departed.
Or the fact that her sister asked the open question at some point "does anyone want to know what I want for Christmas?" If I'd heard that I might have volunteered a few suggestions: like membership in a pre-paid legal services program; or the phone number of the guy who smoked and deep fried our turkeys, so she would not try to plunder the precious leftovers, as she had done the year before.
After Mistress and I decided we could no longer linger in bed, we took a hearty bike ride on an unseasonably lovely day. Then she was off for a lunch meeting with her boss, and the sullen teen and I went to pick up our Christmas tree - the first one we've had here in about 12 years.
When we got home Mistress was returning, and the teen was conscripted to go on a shopping expedition with her grandma and aunt. Mistress politely declined this opportunity to darken the door of retailers on Black Friday.
Suddenly we were alone.... and Mistress had plans for her Slave.
"Good.... now we have time to give you the ass fucking I've been promising you, Slave."
It had been a while, and since I am a bit of a slut about such things, I happily followed her command to get that ass up stairs and strip. She directed me to get her "supplies", the harness, lube and dildo. But when I completed those tasks, and was down to my undies, I noticed she had found one additional accessory --- her riding crop.
"Down on the bed Slave, on your stomach.... and shed the underwear too."
Gulp.
"To what do I owe this privilege Mistress?"
"You'll find out soon enough, Slave.... just get down there and show me that ass...."
I did, and she immediately began a nice firm and very painful thrashing....I was bouncing off the bed, whining, trying my best to "take it like a man", but was clearly having problems with that... it hurt like hell.
In a brief break, she reminded me of my "fuck-up".
"You know the reason, Slave..... that very unpleasant mistake you made about someone's name the other night, after K's party...."
Ah yes. We were driving home after a party at her boss's house. Old Mick sometimes struggles with names, and as I was reaching for one name, another one inadvertently popped out of my wine addled lips.... the name of that person who I fucked up with 4 years ago. Events I have mentioned here, that caused Mistress a great deal of heartache, but also led to our Contract.
"Well.... I think what happened is that you had brought her name up earlier, and somehow it floated out of my aging brain Mistress..."
We had talked about it earlier... she cross examining me about whether I had been withholding any contacts with this person.... I reassuring Mistress that it was all ugly ancient history. And yet, rightfully so, it had rattled her. She was right to let those feelings lead to some catharsis rather than fester, even at the expense of my now throbbing ass.
After that brief discussion, she added a few more firm strokes for good measure.... and I took my medicine. But it sure did hurt.
"I think I've raised some welts, Slave,,,,".
Her fingers lingered on my ass running along the red ridges she had created. Then she picked up her I-phone and snapped a photo.
"I want to see this on the blog in the morning, Slave.... to show our friends what happens when you misbehave."
"Yes, Mistress."
She was already in her harness, so the next step was obvious..... Making sure ample lube was applied, she had me on my stomach again, legs slightly spread. She found her target on the first try and was soon thrusting her way into me.
The surprise was how quickly and dramatically Mistress came, with a bone quacking shudder and deep moan of lust.... I surmised that the act of punishing her Slave was quite a turn-on for her, otherwise why did that explosion come so suddenly and with such passion? If that's so, maybe I will be seeing more frequent punishments in the future?
We shall see.
In any event, once she had her fill of my ass, she stood, tossed her harness aside, and instructed me to insert my "device" (the aneros), and fuck her properly.
It had been a stressful week for Molly and Mick. So with the kids gone for two days, we had made sure to have a very unscheduled Saturday.
Of course, there was time for some morning sex, then Mistress had an appointment for hair maintenance, while I did some yard work. By 11::30 or so, we were back at home together, getting on our bikes and doing a good hill climb before some time at our local swim club.
Mistress swam about 40 laps, as her dutiful Slave read the Times. Then we hopped back on our bikes for the ride home.
That left a good bit of the afternoon for us to loll in bed, before heading to an evening party at some friends’ home.
“I do like the kids being away, Slave…. it almost makes me feel like we are newly weds.”
I agreed, and look forward to their more permanent departures in just two weeks.
I stopped in the kitchen to prepare a snack, and when I got upstairs, Mistress was already in bed, in the buff, chatting with the WC.
He was curious about whether it was one of those Saturday’s when Slave gets a good ass fucking.
“We’re both pretty tired right now, M. But there’s plenty of time.”
She gave me a look as I was stripping off my bathing suit and t-shirt … one of those knowing smiles, laughing with M about my likely “plight”.
Once she signed off, we settled into some books, but were soon snoozing. About an hour or so later we were woken by some text messages from Molly’s sister, and a phone call from our second sullen teen.
The “drama” was about the teen’s apparent unhappiness that her slightly older sister was going on a college wardrobe shopping spree on Michigan Ave., while the younger one was shut out because she had already spent too much on “stuff” during her recent NYC trip.
This provoked the Slave into a bit of a huffy rant about spoiled kids not appreciating what they’ve got…. Yadda … yadda….
Apparently Mistress filed this away for later.
When it came time for is to shift our attention to more carnal pursuits, Mistress asked me to get her “equipment”, her harness, her faux cock, and the container of lube.
Once I obtained what she was looking for, and placed it on the little table at her side of the bed, I noticed something I’d not gotten out, laying on the sheet next to me.
Her riding crop.
“Uhhhh…. What’s this doing out, Mistress?”
Actually, I thought I’d been a pretty worthy slave this week, not that any particular excuses are required if Mistress chooses to discipline her Slave.
Se told me to get on my stomach on the bed, she picked up her crop, and I could feel it slowly tracing little patterns on my ass.
“save, you were very helpful and supportive this week …. But that rant this afternoon …. You know I don’t like all that complaining and whining, it suggests maybe I’ve been a bad role model for our girls….”
I considered trying to explain that they are virtual adults, and that when I complain about their behavior it is not intended to criticize their hard working Mom…. But that train had already left the station.
So I simply took my medicine.
Mistress lit into me with a flurry of slaps from that nasty crop. Hard ones, in quick succession. She had me squirming on the bed, my mouth biting into a pillow to squelch my “yeowwls” of discomfort.
She clearly was determined to instruct me on the error of my ways.
And she definitely succeeded.
After a brief pause she said, “Hmmm…. I think those really hurt, don’t they slave….”
“Uhhh….. yeah…. They really do…..”
“Well then just one or two more then.”
They were two particularly hard ones. Mistress is wielding a mean crop these days.
When she finally put down her weapon, I moaned in relief. Her hands rubbed the little stripes she had left behind.
That felt nice.
“Ohhh, my…. Your ass really is pretty red, Slave. I think I’ll take a picture and send it to M, since he was so curious about what we might be up to today.”
She took up her I-phone and texted it off to M. And she sent it via email to me.
“Make sure you post this tomorrow, Slave….”
"Of, course, Mistress."
I’m sure M enjoyed seeing the sometimes arrogant Executive Editor get his comeuppance.
By then she was cinching up her harness, applying some lube and telling me to assume my position.
My ass now just had a warm glow to it, which seemed to warm up the work-a-day cock too. The combination of a firm cropping followed by Mistress’s deployment of her strap-on certainly pushes my buttons, it seems.
And Mistress certainly seemed to relish the moment as well. She seemed to come more than once in little jerks and enthused moans as she pumped into her Slave from behind.
When she had her fill of me, tossing her harness aside for me to clean and tuck away later, she took another look at my ass.
“You know, I think it’s even redder now, Slave.”
She picked up our camera and took another shot --- so you now have another shot, for comparison’s sake.
And even this morning, I can still feel that glow. An extra motivation, no doubt, for Switch Day…. Kids away edition.
It’s our last morning here. Soon we’ll be packing up and heading back to River City.
In consideration for Suzanne’s long battle these last two weeks with celibacy, and to give me enough time for some morning kanoolding with Mistress, I will pass over the sexcapades here in our Mountain hideaway on Saturday. Suffice it to say that Mistress made sure to use her strap-on one more time before we head back to our surly teens and other forms of reality.
We did make sure to have a nice day yesterday in other categories of activity too…. A nice long bike ride down and then up out of a valley near here that always gets my cardio-system thrumming. Here is Mistress on the downward trail, and then at an overlook after coming out of what we call “the hole”.
Isn’t that vivid riding shirt muy caliente?
Then another walk down into the gorge for some sunbathing, soaking and reading. Here is an shot down into the hot springs area, which you can see was quite popular yesterday afternoon.
Aftewards, it was home for a little nap and that aforementioned ass fucking that Mistress applied to her Slave, with much delight shared by both participants.
I made us some dinner – gnocchi with some locally made basil based pesto and organic asparagus. Delicious if I do say so myself. And it reminded us both how much we enjoy just eating here at our little cottage – the two of us – watching the sky as some more monsoon showers passed across that vast open expanse to our south.
Finally, it was off to a local concert venue for a show by the Iguanas, a New Orleans band I had heard at a club on Frenchmen St. years ago, BK.
The band is an eclectic mix of grateful dead jam style band, latin and Cajun all melted together, that had the local crowd up and dancing from the first song. Of course, some dancers are flashier than others, and Mistress and I enjoyed watching a particularly expressive couple out in the floor, twirling and bending into one another.
Mistress has never been the showy sort that puts all that sensuality out on the dance floor like this lady, and she asked it that was a problem for me.
“Of course not Mistress…. I like it that you save it for the bedroom.”
We speculated whether someone who gets all hot and expressive on the dance floor cools off when the doors are closed and the lights go down.
I guess it would be hard to construct a scientific study to that end, wouldn’t it?
But by the time the band hit their stride, about an hour into their set, I did get Mistress out on the floor, swaying against me to a slow and sensual latin beat, and later, as the tempo picked up, on this, the band’s final number.
It was a great evening, just the two of us, and a cast of dancing locals, without the social posse that can get a little tedious, even out here.
It’s memories like these of our beautiful valley that keep us coming back, just like in this song (Beautiful Valley) by a local singer / songwriter. (Check it out, because it comes with a lovely musical postcard of our little piece of heaven here).
Donna will have something for you all tomorrow, as Molly and Mick struggle to get back into commuter and work mode.
We have settled into a nice little rhythm here in the mountains now.
I wake to do my blogging.
Mistress allows that she is now awake, maybe around 7 am here.
I come to share her bed, worship as she reads the blog, then, if she is satisfied (and I make sure she is), I am allowed to take my pleasure from her.
After that a long bike ride, up and down some challenging hills here at 7000 ft.
Some breakfast.
A little telecommuting work, and maybe some chores around the house. Yesterday it was painting an old piece of furniture acquired at a 2nd hand shop for use on our patio.
Mistress of course was out in the sun, naked, making sure I applied sunscreen to that lovely bottom before it got too rosy.
Around 3 pm or so the clouds began to gather for what could have been but never became a pop up thunderstorm. The gods of rain like to tease a lot out here.
Mistress suggested that we move into our chambers.
And she had a surprise.
“You’re going to get fucked in the ass this afternoon Slave…”
“But it’s not Saturday, Mistress…”
“Does it need to be Saturday?”
I suppose it’s her call, isn’t it?
So after a little nap, Mistress made sure I assembled her “supplies”, which I had been told to pack. Soon she was all dressed up in her harness, ready for action.
This got us wondering about Tammy and Carol over at All Mine. There was a bit of a cliffhanger there this weekend. Carol was “babysitting” , and had Tammy acquire a strap-on harness for her use over the holiday weekend. But…. Come on Tammy…. Where’s the update?
In any event, back to our bedroom….
We cuddled and teased a bit before Mistress instructed me to assume the proper position, face down, a pillow under my hips. And then it was Mistress taking me the way she likes. (I’m not nearly flexible enough for that diaper position).
Soon she was having one and then another nice expressive cum as she thrust into me, before she collapsed onto my back, rather satisfied with herself.
“I hope that reminds you who is in charge, Slave…”
I mumbled something expressing consent, from within my little submissive cloud.
“Now go out in your device and get back here and fuck me, Slave….”
I rallied, and hopped to, not wanting to miss that opportunity.
Our evening avoided the collection of friends we had seen Monday, just dinner at Mistress’s favorite Pizza joint: spelt crust with the world’s greatest view.
Over dinner, we talked about an interesting email exchange Mistress had with a reporter from a national publication. The writer, who Mistress checked out to be reputable on her I-phone, was looking to talk to women who would share on the subject of balancing work, kids and a healthy sex life.
She was willing to work with just Molly’s first name and city.
Mistress was intrigued. It’s a subject she thinks is important to talk about. But how much to share?
Should she use her “secret identity” name, or ask the reporter to refer to her as Molly…
And should she just give her the first layer of the truth around the Collins household, or delve into what our readers here know…. The contract, the flirtations with a cuckold lifestyle, bondage.
We played out the interview over pizza and later at a local music venue, listening to some local musicians do their unique country / folk thing.
“So what do you and your husband do to keep things fresh?”
“There’s the office worship…. Then the occasional ass fucking he needs to keep him in line…, you can read all about it in our sex blog.”
My guess is if Mistress went there, the reporter would roll her eyes, label us crazies, and file the interview somewhere in a vault. Then she would go with the more conventional lady describing an occasional “date night” with hubby, where they might “make out” in a parked car and do other “naughty” things.
We left it with Molly giving the reporter a “shallow” view of what it takes to keep things hot at home, and seeing how the reporter handles it.
Somehow, as Jack Nicholson put it in that movie, I doubt this reporter “can handle the truth.”
And I don’t think that Molly and Mick want to risk a whole lot of questions being asked in River City about this lady with the first name who does all sorts of crazy, sexy things with her “Slave” husband.
But we will certainly keep you all up dated.
Sun’s up now here in the Sangres.
Need to brew some coffee and make sure Mistress is properly attended .
Mistress is off at her big high school re-union tonight.
Now I’m sure several of you are asking yourselves: Mick, what sort of husband / slave doesn’t accompany his Wife / Mistress to her high school reunion?
Well, first, I did, once, about 10 years ago. And I suspect that Mistress spent more time that night making sure I was not bored than actually interacting with those long lost male and female friends.
So I offered to let her go solo this time. She had friends, a female and a male, offering to be her “date”, and she seemed content to let me spend the evening with surly teen #2. (I happily rejected the offer of her friends’ spouses for an evening drinking elsewhere with them).
The teen and I went to see the Green Lantern movie (my childhood fave when it comes to super heroes), while Mistress cavorts with her old high school chums.
And of course she had license to flirt and do whatever she wants should any of those guys, who no doubt had the hots for her back in the day, decide to take one last shot at the lovely Molly.
It’s in our contract.
But don’t worry, I’m not going to give you a review of Green Lantern… let’s just say the studio did not get it’s money’s worth. But the chick from Gossip Girl (that’s why the sullen teen picked it over “X-Men” or “Super 8”) is relatively hot, though not much of an actress.
So lets skip over “Mick and his daughter go to the movies…”
In fact there was plenty of sex at the UCTMW World HQ to report on since my last full dispatch.
I’ll skip over the action here Friday night, after our bike ride, when Mistress rode my cock to a rather stunning cum. Non-reverse cowgirl.
I’ll also breeze past Saturday morning, when Slave was allowed to fuck Mistress before I headed to a political meeting.
No, let’s pick up the action later in the day, around 4 pm, after a nap and bike ride, before Mistress started primping for her reunion.
Previously, while we were riding, Mistress said we would probably not have much time for afternoon “action”. But, as it turned out, some time opened up on her schedule.
We were barely out of the shower.
“Slave, go get my supplies… I think you need some attitude adjustment.”
“Uhh… OK….”
I scrambled to assemble her strap on equipment – dildo, harness, lube.
“You’ve been a little too full of yourself lately, Slave…cocky, arrogant, … too much swagger….”
“I won’t disagree with you Mistress….”
“Of course you won’t….”
She was in her harness now, lubed up. But there was something else to take care of first.
“ down on your stomach, Slave….”
“No cuddle and kiss first, Mistress….”
She just laughed.
“Not today, Slave…”
That’s when I heard the swish of the riding crop, firmly hitting her hand.
Oops. Mistress wasn’t fooling around.
I assumed the position she required.
Smack.
Ouch.
I squirmed.
My ass was on fire.
“I didn’t like your tone on the phone yesterday, Slave…. when we were talking about (our sullen teen’s) checking account… you clearly had an attitude.”
Smack..
Ouch again. Very ouch.
I’m squirming as a series of blows hit my ass in quick succession. My mouth attaches itself to a pillow to stifle any exclamations. It’s the best I can do to resist the temptation of twisting away or covering my ass with my hands. But I knew that would only earn me more punishment.
“You’re right…Mistress… I know I was being an asshole.”
“Let this be a reminder to mind your tone, slave.”
I had a feeling it would be. And fortunately, after about 10 strokes Mistress was done.
Then she slid onto the bed next to me, warming me with some affection strokes on the ass, and passionate kisses, before straddling me, guiding her ‘cock” into place.
Her aim was true… her strokes were slow and deliberate. I suspect I was moaning as she worked into a quicker rhythm. And soon she was coming hard, with some impassioned thrusts, gasping her release.
After a bit more of the old “in and out”, she had her fill, and slid out of me, standing to toss her harness aside for me to put away later.
“Why don’t you go put in your device now Slave (my aneros)”
So I stood too, walking the few feet to our bathroom to follow her directions. That’s when she noticed my ass….
“Oh my, slave…. I don’t remember ever getting it quite that…. red… I need a photo of that…”
She had me stand in position. Then she texted off an image of her handy work to the WC, for his amusement. And copied me too.
“Put it on the blog Slave… our readers should know what happens when you get surly with me….”
So there you have it, my boney old ass, all red from Mistress’s crop.
Before we climbed back into bed, where Mistress allowed me to fuck her, the chime on her I-phone went off.
M says “ha ha”.
Funny.
Oh, and there was one more picture Mistress wanted me to share.
“Here’s one to send to Tammy, Slave….”
It was this photo that Mistress took at Saks the other day. No doubt M got a copy. But since Tammy and Carol (his weekend babysitter) were going panty shopping this weekend, Mistress wanted him to get a little example of what’s out there….
I like the yellow ones... not for me mind you. I've been spared the panty training.
BTW, tomorrow is Switch Day. You can bet Mistress will be closely interrogated about her evening out. I’ll make sure some of those clothespins are handy, in case she is reluctant to clear her conscience.
P.S. … Just as I was finishing this, Mistress arrived home. It was only around 11:45 or so. No late night partying with the class of 1981.
When I asked if there had been any flirting, her response was “not really.” We may have to get a little more to the bottom of that one this morning. And she also showed me something on her I-phone. The photo of a pink, rigid cock head.
“It came from the WC… just after I got to the re-union…”
“Can you believe it. It looks like Anthony Weiner’s at it again, and hacked into M’s account.”
