The WC's Story Continues

Mistress and Slave have been working hard this week, trying to log hours at work before we escape once again tomorrow morning to out Mountain Hideaway. We’ll be meeting Cute Co-Ed II at the airport late Friday evening, then heading up into the Mountains for some spring skiing.  With her around we will have to keep the sexcapades low key, at least for the first week of our “fortnight” away.  But the sun, snow and views are always an inspiration, even if we have to keep it confined to our room and come out for air to keep her amused.

In the meantime, our Western Correspondence shows that at least his imagination is on the mend, as he continues his kinky fantasy about Molly at his neighborhood sex club:

Well there would be some smokin’ hot Dommes at the party

One would come up and grab the back of your hair and pull you head back and kiss you deeply 

“Can I sit on this pretty little things face?”

“Sure .... which hole???”

“Both”

“Fine with me” 

Molly you would be soaking wet as that Domme forced you to service her

I would have her turn around facing your feet and pull your legs wide open

Holding you open with her elbows

I would take out my cock and force it deep up your cunt

It would hurt and stretch  you wide open

But I would ignore your pleas to go easy and force my cock deep inside you

Taking my pleasure

Caring little about your own

“Should I fuck her ass?”, I would ask the Domme

“Absolutely, here is some lube”

“I want to feel her moan on my clit”

You would struggle and try to get away but we were too strong for you

My finger would push deep up yoursass and I would slather my cock with lube

I would gently but firmly push my cock up your ass and you moaned and wiggled against her clit

She would reach back and grab your hair pulling your face against her, cumming all over your face

As I took your bottom

To be continued

Thanks for the contribution, Miguel. I hope you don’t mind me adding a few quotation marks. Sometimes I just can't help myself!

Our Western Correspondent's Tutorial on Slave Positions

Earlier this week, when reviewing the UCTMW personnel, I mentioned that our Western Correspondent has been living off his past glory, a "Tutorial" on Ass fucking that he wrote more than a year ago for these pages, and which continues to be our second most read posting here. (Check it out to the right).

Apparently this shamed M a bit, and within a day, he put aside his special occasion  cock long enough to generate the following contribution. Donna and Bill pitched in to find a few suitable illustrations, though I considered waiting for switch day, and having Mistress take on some of these positions herself.  

 

Teaching your slave to assume certain positions on command is a very useful and hot way of training a slave.

To begin with, the slave should be completely naked and the master/mistress fully clothed.

Position number one:

Standing with hands behind the neck, shoulders pulled back, breast jutting out, legs spread about 18 inches, and eyes looking down.

This is a great position to inspect your slave. You can pull her by the hair and tilt her head back to kiss .

You can pull, twist or pinch her nipples, twist and squeeze her breasts, or kiss or bite her nipples easily, and comfortably …  for the Dominant.

You can easily reach down and rub, pinch, penetrate and just generally manipulate her genitals to you hearts content.

For a more complete inspection it is simple to proceed to,

Position Number 2:

From postiion number 1, simply have her lean forward, reach back and pull her bottom open as wide as she can.

As an added bonus, this is often very embarrassing for the slave.

The Dominant can then pull up a chair and sit behind the slave very comfortably.

From this vantage point the Dominant has a great view of both the vagina and anus.

I recommend having latex examination gloves and lube on hand to  examine your slave’s vagina, labia, clitoris and rectum fully and completely.

The Dominant can easily and without much effort deeply probe both her holes with one or more fingers.

A speculum is another nice tool to have at your disposal.

From this position it is a snap to have her move her hands to her  knees, and paddle, strap or cane her bare bottom.

It is one of my favorite positions...

Position number 3:

This is one position every slave needs to learn.

On knees and elbows, breasts pressed against the floor, knees spread wide.

In this position the slave is offering you full access to both her holes.

This is an  excellent position to have you slave in while she awaits you attention.

You can read or watch TV or make some phone calls while you enjoy the view.

I like to administer a good sound strapping before kneeling behind her and taking my pleasure in one or both of her holes.

Of course never go from he ass to her vagina, rather go from her cunt to her bottom.

And finally,

For Suzanne,

My favorite.... a variation of the diaper position,

Position number 4:

The slave on her back, knees pulled back over her head so they are resting beside he head and her bottom is pointing strait up in the air.

This position provides great viewing pleasure for the Dominant and is often very embarrassing for the slave.

A nice hard strapping can be administered including directly on the labia or anus.

I can assure you that this will get a wonderful reaction out of your slave.

Fingers and even a whole hand easily can be inserted into your slave from this position. And you can take either one of her holes from above,

Although this does involve the Dominant squatting down form above to fuck her and some Dominants may find this too taxing for their tastes,

I however find that I enjoy it a great deal.

So there is a short tutorial to earn my keep around here.

Hope some of you find it helpful or hot.

The earning his keep,

WC

Mainstream Media Coming From Behind.

Mistress, her Slave and the two sullen teens have gotten into a comfy groove here at our mountain hideaway.

While we very much enjoy the time the two of us get to spend here together, we realize this may be the last “spring break” we will share for some time with the teens, after about 12 springs in a row together here.

They’ve grown from cute little ski bunnies, working on craft projects acquired at the local WalMart, to the sullen and cranky semi-adults which they’ve become, buried in their technology, and barely grunting their acknowledgment when we try to engage them. One will be heading to college in the fall. The other seems headed to a year of study abroad.

So it seems our days of close quarters parenting are rushing to an unexpected and sudden end.

The horror.

My adoptive skills are relatively advanced though, so unlike springs past when I would play the drill sergeant, hustling all of us into our ski costumes and up the mountain by 9 or so, in time for lessons, or to beat the “crowds” to fresh fallen snow, I have adopted a much more passive approach to scheduling.

(Of course, this is also in deference to Mistress, who had been known to enjoy a little extra time in the sack too.)

So this week, we’ve been heading up the mountain at the shockingly late time of 10:30 am, with no forced quota for the number of runs expected either by lunch time or the end of the day.

This more leisurely pace seems to have improved everyone’s mood.

The later departure time also gives Slave some extra time in the am for blogging, staying in touch with work, and also tending to Mistress’s needs.

Yesterday, after I had prepared the blog, answered some work emails, and caught up on world news, I did stumble on an intriguing article in Salon, linked here, entitled, Bringing Up the Rear, which in light and frothy pop journalistic style describes how heterosexual males are enjoying the pleasures of anal penetration with increasing frequency these days.

The article is “packed full” with cute little stories of lads about town describing how their girl friends have introduced various probes and strap-ons to deepen their sexual fun.

And sure enough, the girls like it too!

So, folks, yet another “taboo”, seems to be falling by the way side, blurring the difference between our little, dark sex blog world and what might be called the “lame stream” sexual habits of “normal” folks. The next thing you know, blurry photos of a former governor all harnessed up and putting it to her “first dude” will pop up on the internet, as she bids for a little more “street cred” in advance of 2012.

Of course, the allure of this sort of play has been a feature of this blog from the beginning. We started with our little Aneros, which I tucked into my kit for this trip. And then, two Valentine Day’s ago, before this blog began, Mistress put her strap-on to use for the first time.

I believe it helped adjust my attitude and hers, taking us one step closer to our infamous Contract.

Of course, we aren’t the only ones in our little community dabbling in this territory.

Our WC has been known to enjoy it when his wife B straps on the harness and takes it to him.

And, of course, Suzanne frequently takes her “wife’ Tammy that way, in the “diaper” position.

(Mick is way too ancient and inflexible to handle that approach, BTW).
 

Earlier this week, Ms. Marie had a very educational product review, brought to you by EdenFantasies.com, which described newer, hi-tech approaches to this age old “problem”. It may be only a matter of time before the folks at “Snap-On Tools” get into this emerging market.

It does make me wonder how Bill, our Director of Security - International feels about missing out on this action. Maybe Donna can engineer a way for him to be part of this new and oh so hip movement.

Now, dear readers, all this talk has Mick ready to see if Mistress is ready to wake up, and tell me to go “insert my device.”

Caught Sticky Fingered

Yesterday was not unlike a typical winter Saturday here at the UCTMW World HQ in River City. Slave was up early, preparing our daily edition, then, when paged by our Publisher, I shared it with her. She languished in bed, legs spread, as I lavished her with worship, then allowed me to fuck her as recognition for a job suitably done.

Then we were off our separate ways. Mistress took sullen teen number 2 on a series of errands, including some nail maintenance and a trip to the grocery. I picked up my ever so cute grandson for a trip to our local farmers market, then back to our house for some book reading and play.

Mistress returned home with groceries not long before I was off to return the grandson home for his nap time, and as I was leaving she was preparing her self a lunch with some egg salad purchased at our local Bagel Emporium.

But when I returned to the house about 45 minutes later things were unusually …. Quiet. The kitchen was deserted, and Mistress’s egg salad luncheon was sitting at her place on our kitchen counter, half eaten.

Hmmmm …. A case of Alien abduction?

Possible, but unlikely…..

I crept upstairs, noting at the landing that our bedroom door was closed.


Hmmmmm ….. I could be discrete, and text Mistress to see if it was OK to disturb her. But sometimes this Slave cannot suppress his playful miscreant side. (Well, actually more often than not I have that sort of suppression problem.) I was willing to risk a good cropping to discover what I expected to find on the other side of the door.

So I popped the door open.

Sure enough, there was Mistress, splayed across the bed, her jeans open, zipper down, exposing that sweet lacy violet thong.

And Mistress had the phone pressed against her ear, a cat who ate the canary smirk across her face.

“M, guess who just arrived….. Yes, it’s the Slave….. M says ‘hi’ Slave…..”

I raised an eyebrow, looking down on my Mistress, who was clearly having a little post-phone-orgasm chit chat with our Western Correspondent.

“But where’s the Hitachi, Mistress?”

“Back under the bed, Slave….”

Soon Mistress was signing off. And we were heading off to our gym for an afternoon workout. On the way, Mistress explained her afternoon diversion….

“Hope you didn’t mind discovering me that way Slave…. But M texted while I was eating lunch, and …. Well, one thing just led to another….”

“Of course I didn’t mind…. After all, you were just exploiting your contractual rights… use them or lose them, as they say….”

“Yes, I was….”

“And did M get off too?”

“Yes, he was home alone for a while, lying on his bed….”

I know Mistress particularly enjoys those moments of mutual fulfillment.

“Good to hear that his equipment is beginning to function up to standards after that shocking injury this week, Mistress.”

“Yes, he does seem to be coming along….”

Later, back from the gym, it was our nap time, then more sex for us both. We “picnicked” at home, then went to a local bar for a few drinks and some music. And somehow the subject turned back to how M first introduced himself to the Collins’ clan.

“It was December 25, more than a year ago Slave…..”

“Remember all the kinky stories he would send us….”

“Yes, we were talking about that…. Stories about his days as a ski instructor, and his girlfriend L, she was married, about 10 years older than him….”

Well since our Western Correspondent has been even less productive than normal due to his cock rehabilitation leave, this morning I trolled through our old emails to find this gem, sent months before Mistress and M developed their special relationship. Enjoy.

In the meantime, Slave needs to focus on our Switch Day Plans.

On busy weeks like Christmas or Spring Break we would have to move in with another ski instructor so they could sell our rooms. L and her husband were there at Christmas and Eric (another instructor) had moved into my room.

Eric was of Viking decent and a very good looking blonde guy. He was a bigger dog than me, a real ladies’ man. He was into kinky shit too. His dad was a doctor and Eric had a real steel speculum he used to use on the ladies. He lent it to me sometimes but that’s another story!

Anyway, L 's husband was there so we couldn't use her room, and she asked what we were going to do. I said Eric would get out when I asked him to, or maybe I would let him watch us fuck. I could tell that turned her on but she said we couldn't do that. I made no comment.

So I told Eric to leave us alone and we went up to the room, got naked and started fucking. One of the fantasies I used to tell her to make her cum was that I would make her get naked on the bed on her knees and elbows with her legs spread wide open. I would tell her that way anyone who came in the room could see her asshole and pussy and that both holes would be right there ready for them to use. Then I told her I would let the French ski instructors come in and fuck her for $20.00, $40.00 if they wanted to fuck her in the ass. I would tell her this fantasy as I fucked her and she would always cum hard.

On this day, I changed the fantasy and told her I would let Eric come in and fuck her for $20.00. If possible, she came and came and came even harder.

Afterword we were talking and I said “let’s do it, I will sell your ass to Eric just like our fantasy”. I started rubbing her clit and trying to talk her into it. She started cumming and cumming as we talked about the fantasy. We came to an agreement that she would do it, but he had to wear a condom and would fuck her pussy, not her ass. I agreed, but added that I would whip her ass hard with the belt before he fucked her, and after I would fuck her ass. I just told her that and she came again. She was very nervous about the whole thing, but ready to go. She thought Eric was good looking but thought he was arrogant. Actually that was true, but he was a nice guy.

We set it up for a couple days later. Eric agreed not to come to the room after skiing until 5 PM. I told L to come to the room right after skiing. When she got there she was still in her ski clothes and I told her to strip naked. She did and lay down next to me. I started rubbing her clit and telling her what was going to happen. She was so turned on she was shaking. I just kept edging her. Her pussy was soaked and my fingers slipped in effortlessly. I had her get up on all fours. I took the belt and doubled it over and started to whip her ass really hard. When she was turned on she could take a real hard strapping and it turned her on like nothing else. When I was done I told her to spread he knees wide open and put her elbows on the bed and arch her back.

She was waiting there naked in the most lewd position. It looked hot. I continued to rub her pussy and she was still shaking. When the door opened she actually jumped. I told her to close her eyes and keep them closed. Eric walked in and said "oh it looks like you have been a naughty girl." Then he shoved 3 fingers in her and said " I can't believe how wet she is".

Eric started rubbing her clit, and she came HARD right away. He was still dressed in his ski uniform and he just pulled down his pants and I handed him a condom which he put on. Then he got behind her and just jammed his cock in her in one thrust. She let out a howl and started cumming again and again. He came pretty fast too, and then I nodded to him to leave. He left and she started saying over and over again "I can't believe we just fucking did that" and "that was so fucking hot".

Then I took of my clothes and got behind her with some lube. I lubed up her asshole and my cock and gently pushed it in. Once she got used to it I fucked her hard right up her bottom. She kept coming and so did I. The whole thing was crazy hot, but she was a little embarrassed when she saw Eric later at dinner. Hope you enjoy the story."

I note that our email response to this story said, in part, "Molly thought this story was pretty hot". Obviously, M planted the seeds for what has become an intriguing relationship by sharing these moments from his past in those early emails. In a way, he was already auditioning for what was to become role here at UCTMW.

He is a crafty, if malingering Correspondent, isn't he?

HNT/ A Tutorial from Our Western Correspondent

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Things are looking up here in the Collins Household, particularly after that belated delivery from UPS got me out of the mailroom and back to the Executive Suite (and Mistress’s good graces).

As it turns out, the critical package arrived earlier in the week, but lingered too long in our firm mail room. Maybe Mistress should engage in some executive coaching with the mail room staff, with her handy riding crop.

But I digress….

After work we met the teens at our gym for an hour of exercise, then headed to Chipotle, a favorite feeding venue for them, to cancel the benefits of the hour of exercise. Then it was home, where Molly and Mick promptly retired to our Chambers. I unpacked Mistress’s power tool, plugged it in and left it there where she likes it, just under the bed.

On the drive home, Mistress has shared some of her text message banter with M over when and how she might get to try out her new tool. It was clear Mistress was eager to make sure it was firing on all cylinders…. There was a lot of pent up demand after  a week relying on more “primitive” getting-off techniques.

On the other hand, M was insisting that she save her needs and her new machine until their planned date on Friday morning.

Mistress settled into bed as I pulled together some family Christmas gifts. She was feeling a bit under the weather, so I figured the debate about whether to follow or defy M’s very clear directions was now moot.

But…. Well. I’m saving the denouement of this little story line for tomorrow….

Instead I want to share the following from M, our Western Correspondent.  With a deal in Washington to extend the tax cut, and with year end bonus calculations coming up at UCTMW Enterprises, maybe he decided it was worth his  time to  generate some additional column inches  for our humble publication. In any event, I am sure that some of the sub sisters will be interested in commenting on his proposed technique. I know that in our editorial session on this issue, Mistress seemed to be very squishy and squirmy as she studied and gave me some editorial guidance on M’s latest contribution.

I've added some musical accompaniment with this link.The Doors. "Back Door Man". 

“How to Use a Submissive’s  Ass for the First Time”

Hey Mick,

Hope this finds you well

Decided to earn my keep and write another tutorial for UCTMW.

The article is geared toward a male dominant using his female submissive’s ass for the first time.  But there is no reason the same technique's wouldn't work with a femme dom and strap-on.

The two main positions for penetrating the subs anus are doggie style, and missionary, or diaper style.

The submissive should be stripped bare naked. A couple of enemas should be administered at least two hours before use.  I recommend that the dominant administer the enema himself, as it is fun and can be very embarrassing for the submissive.

I then recommend a good hard strapping on the bare bottom. 

A good stout leather strap or belt will do nicely

It works well to apply a few firm strokes, than lecture and proceed to lube up her rectum.

Take you time to assure she is soundly strapped and very well lubricated.

If strapping in the diaper position, some blows can be brought down directly on her anus and/or labia

This will get a wonderful reaction out of her as she tries to retract her labia and anus inward to avoid the blows.

As always, pay no attention to her cries and pleas for mercy and strap her just as hard as you wish.

The other benefit of administering a good sound strapping is that it will nicely stiffen the dominant’s penis for the task ahead.

Now thoroughly lubricate your penis.

Go slowly, you do not want to cause pain here.

Take as much time  as needed for her anus to accommodate your member.

This can take up to 5 minutes, but is very important. 

The larger you are the longer this can take.

The pain of too sudden a penetration is not sexual at all, and may well sour the submissive’s attitude to this pleasurable activity.

Once she can comfortably accommodate you in her rectum, slowly begin to fuck her just as you would in her vagina.

Whether you let her cum is, of course, the Dominant’s choice.

Some submissives can orgasm from anal sex alone.

Some dominants allow the submissive to masturbate herself while she is being used in this fashion.

Some dominants will rub their slave off as they use her from behind.

It is a matter of preference.

After taking your pleasure in her bottom, it is always a good idea to rub your cock clean on her ass and have her thank you for using her.

Hope someone finds this helpful or hot!

The finally a little bit productive.

WC”

Thanks, M for this helpful contribution. I am sure our CEO will consider it when she calculates your year end bonus.

Ripples

Our conversation with the ‘Nilla seemed to send out all sorts of erotic ripples yesterday.

Example: playing the agent provocateur, she complements Mistress’s delightful ass, which has been on display at this location more than a few times. (I guess that has been one of my cheap ploys for drawing eyes to this page. Shame. Shame, Slave).

But she wonders why can’t she see Mick in his cage.

I am heading back from a meeting.  And call Mistress.

“Oh, by the way Slave, Mistress made a cute comment on our blog, and she wants to see that picture of you in your cage.”

Gulp.

Unlike Mistress’s smooth lush ass, Mick’s crotch  in the cage looks rather disheveled: hair poorly maintained, skin mottled, pale aging flesh that has not seen the sun. (well there was that day on the river beach out west, but only for an hour or two).  Yuck.

“….and you said?”

“I said Yes, Slave.”

Later, back in my office, I texted Mistress for clarification.

“Are you telling me that you want me to send it, or that I have permission to send it?”

Her answer was very….directive.

“Send it, Slave.”

Ok……I sucked it up, and got a little “Slave humiliates himself to please Mistress” twitch.  I sent the loathsome picture  via email to ‘Nilla. She seemed to be amused, making a clever remark about my status as a “knight in shining armor.”

Funny, ‘Nilla.  Very funny.

But by now the chorus of comments for a more public display has been heard. Mistress and I will need to discuss that, folks, so be patient.

Then there was M.

He as very intrigued by ‘Nilla’s endorsement of the ass fucking that he has in mind for Mistress.

We were driving out to the tennis tournament late yesterday afternoon, and Mistress was sharing the highlights of her day.

“M was very engaging today, Slave….he wanted to hear all about our talk with ‘Nilla.”

(M is a very big ‘Nilla fan.)

“And what did you tell him…”

“About how wild she was about that ass fucking thing….”

Sure enough, as we sat at courtside with the privilege of watching some guy the crowd called Rafa rally from a set behind, Mistress was getting a series of texts from her cyber Dom.

And one she shared included a very generous offer.

“M says that, if you and I want, you can have permission to fuck me in the ass on Sunday, Slave.”

Wow. This was something that Mistress had promised M. An experience she has yet to “enjoy.” He was to be the first with the special “All Orifice Access Pass.”

Very generous.  

And yet.

“What do you think, Slave?”

“I’m not sure it’s right, Mistress. That is M’s holy grail.  His White Whale. Something you’ve said you are saving for him. I don’t think it would be right for me to usurp. But, of course, it’s up to you, Mistress.”

“Of course it is Slave.”

Later that night, home at last and getting ready for bed, Mistress instructed me to insert my little white probe.

“I know we are a little tired, Slave. But a nice hard cock is what I have in mind.”

It was well lubed and inside me as I slid in next to her. She had my laptop opened, and as I laved her tender parts with my tongue she caught up on some of our commenters, Aisha and Sin. And she commented to me on ‘Nilla’s cute cut-out top for HNT.”

Meanwhile I was getting a taste of Mistress’s parts, after being marinated in their sealed undies for so many hours of a busy and warm day.

Or had they been sealed?

“Hmmm, Mistress. It tastes like there’s been some action down here.  Not exactly like you’ve been fucked, but certainly like you’ve been pretty aroused today.”

Maybe Slave’s taste buds are over sensitized, but mingled with the salty brine of our afternoon in those sunny seats at court side was the more pungent flavor of Mistress’s natural, lubricating   juices.

It made for a very intoxicating brew.

“Well, M was sending me some salacious messages today, and you know what that does to me, Slave.”

After she put the computer down, She rocked and rolled against my mouth for a lovely explosion.  My cock was standing at attention as I removed the laptop from our bed. She seemed impressed.

“Oh my Slave.  That is impressive.”

Then she allowed me to fuck her.

“So what were those things he was telling you Mistress?”, I asked as I ground my hips against her and she made those cute and sexes noises for me.

A little smutty talk about her fantasies with M seems to fuel both of our fires at moments like these.

“Ahhh….he had a story about taking me golfing, Slave.”

“You golfed with him?”

“Well, not exactly. I carried his clubs. And I also carried his  balls …. In my cunt….”

Hmmm.  “Well I suppose you could fit one or them, but I’d worry about getting them out.”

“It seemed a little impractical, but then it was a fantasy after all.”

“Did that turn you on Mistress?”

“Well, I recall it did Slave. And then he mad me suck him off in the trees.”

I suppose that would be the golf equivalent of the 7^th inning stretch. But who would sing “Take me out to the Ball Game”?

In my mind I wondered if Mistress had survived the day without getting herself off, but that is a matter of Dom/sub privilege.

As for me, I was fortunate to be granted permission to come when the time was right. That’s really the most important question for me to get answered.

Some Blogs Write Themselves (or Collaborators Write Them for You)

Molly and Mick had a busy Saturday morning. After our morning engagement between the sheets, Molly was off to various beauty treatments (even a sex goddess needs occasional maintenance), and I had some home repair and gardening to tend to at home.

Mistress did call as I was painting a closet to tell us our western correspondent, M, had sent her a photo via text message (no, nothing prurient, a shot from a golf course with mountains in the background).

“I think he’s flirting with me, Slave.”

“Of course he is, Mistress. And you love it.”

When we reunited, Mistress took her nap privileges (sex goddesses need their beauty rest too), and I joined her in bed with the Times.

But when naptime was over it was time for Mistress to slide into her harness. She had promised a nice ass fucking and was prepared to deliver. It had been a few Saturdays since we had indulged in that particular ritual. And the absence had taken its toll: Slave had probably been a little too uppity in the last week or so, and needed to be reminded who was in charge.

With Mistress in her strap on, the hard plastic cock protruding between her legs, she reached for her laptop to check our account.

“I wonder if M has read this morning’s blog, Slave. It might drive him a little crazy”.

Sure enough, there was an email from M, which Mistress read to me, her laptop resting against the plastic cock resting between her legs.



It’s very flattering and very hot to be the subject of your play time. Very curious I had much the same fantasy about our visit. I have not yet talked to B about any sex play, but I will share my fantasy.

It also involved Molly being forced to strip naked for inspection. I am sure B would be curious too as she is a curious girl just like Molly. Then definitely being put over my knee for a good sound bare bottom spanking. Perhaps then over B's knee, although for Molly’s sake I hope not, as B is very strict and spanks very soundly. (actually i'd love to see that). Then I imagined Molly being bound over some piece of furniture with her bare bottom high in the air, her legs spread and her breasts available for some torment.

I know B has always had a fantasy of putting nipple clamps on another girl’s nipples. She likes the idea of big fat nipples being clamped and controlled by her.

While B was doing that I could be spreading Molly wide open, sliding my fingers inside, seeing just how wet she was. I would then pull out my big cock and rub it up and down Molly’s slit. B would say “go ahead and grab her hips and fuck her hard.” B could then grab Molly’s hair and force her to look her right in the eye and beg her to let her cum. B would say ram your cock in her hard and make her cum. I would do just that grabbing Molly’s hips and fucking her deep and hard with my big fat cock, splitting her wide open and making her cum hard.

Wow. B is at a soccer game and my cock is rock hard just writing that. I think I'll have to go take care of that right now. Hope you guy get as hot reading this story as I had telling it.

Mistress was more than amused by this incendiary email. Clearly, M’s thought patterns were going in the same deviant direction as her own. I was simply lying next to her, and as she read to me, my cock was beginning to thicken.

“I want you to make your cock hard for me Slave, while I respond to M.”

I did as directed, using my hand to stroke my cock. It’s something I do not have the privilege to do without Mistress’s permission.

“I guess B does not impose the ‘no masturbation rule without permission’ rule on M.”

“I guess not Slave, it’s one area where I seem to be a bit stricter.”

As I followed Mistress’s directions, she was typing her response to M:



Mick and I just read your emails. We just woke up from a nap and are getting ready for Mick’s afternoon of domination (then he is taking me out to dinner for Mother’s day – just us, no kids – great mom, right?) Mick is fine with you wanting to fuck me –

The problem with me is that I have trouble keeping life on the fantasy-only level. Things you do not know, I am also a mini- (I mean mini not full-fledged) geologist like your sister and very much an outdoors person -- (I am making Mick get his cock hard now while I write)...I have climbed some big ones (Rainier and the Grand Teton, etc)...so I am an “if it is there, climb it girl”.

That gets to you and B and the fantasy -- let's make it happen. Then I would not have to come home and report to Mick about my encounter -- he would be there, etc.

glad that your liked his blog-- yes your writing got us hot -- now off to it…Molly”



Molly read her response to me as I continued to stroke my cock. She hit ‘send’, then put the laptop away.

“Get in position, Slave.”

I obediently rolled over with a pillow under my hips, as Mistress lubed up her tool. It had been a while and my ass was a bit tighter than normal, but she readily found her mark, and she began to pump into me, no doubt fueled by the banter with our friend out west.

It’s an experience that puts this Slave into a certain zone. ‘Intense’ is one word to use. And it seemed that Mistress got there too, shuddering with an orgasm behind me a after a few minutes of driving her ‘cock’ deep and hard into me.

When she was satisfied, and also assured that I had been put in my proper place, she slid out and off.

“Insert your device, Slave, I want a very hard cock ….but first, get the Magic Wand.”

Hmmm. Molly was a particularly needy Mistress this afternoon. All that talk with M had gotten her in the mood for some serious sexual energy discharge.

So I used the wand to make sure she was pleased, building her to an enthusiastic release, then asked for her permission to fuck her. Fortunately, she was in a generous mood.

After we came back to earth and caught our breaths, I checked our email account one more time. M had an update:

“Wow. After taking care of business and a hot shower …I feel much relieved.


Like you said Molly, we don't have any other friends we share things like this with, so hope I was not out of bounds. Mick, I always feel a little uncomfortable talking about fucking Molly, about crossing any boundaries.. and I don't know how comfortable Molly was with B being involved, but I figured what the fuck. Anyway I hope it makes you guys hot ..that was the idea. And compared with the things your friend Nila writes ..I figure it was pretty tame. LOL.

While relieving myself I thought of an even kinkier ending to the scene if you'd like to hear.

Loved sending Molly the picture this morning. Sorry I couldn't text more …

Anyway you guy keep having fun, your my heroes. Your friend, M”

We enjoyed hearing that M had remotely joined in our fun. And, from my Slavish perspective, who am I to object if Mistress wants to partake in M’s offers of a sound spanking or good fucking. She is in charge and all I can do is sit back and enjoy her accounts and provide any logistical support she may need.

As I did later that afternoon, helping Mistress apply the cream required to keep her “naughty parts” all clean and tidy as Sir M requires. She has a date set for Tuesday night and needs to be ready for her inspection. The photo shows what he will enjoy when he makes that inspection.

HNT/ Mistress asks a Question

The photo featured in today’s HNT is a remnant of Sunday’s interrogation of Mistress. It was sexually fruitful, though it ended with a little emotional blowback.

But with good vibes sent from friends out there we seem to have bounced back to our normal deviant behaviors. Like last night on the way home from work.

Mistress suggested that we call our Western correspondent M as I weaved through the slow and annoying traffic on the way home from work. Mistress dialed the number M had left, and soon he was on the phone from his office out in the shadow of the Rockies.

I got to listen to Mistress and M trade viewpoints in a flirtatious manner on our respective sexual exploits and ambitions. (M subs to his wife B, but has been a Dom in other life activities, and has expressed a bit of interest in taking on Molly if we can arrange a meet sometime this summer).But it was a one sided conversation to me, like one of those old Bob Newhart monologs. Here are some choice responses and comments that stood out:

“That Hitachi really is something …. It works so ….fast.”

“20 orgasms? You’re kidding.”

“Yes, you’re probably right. I am too easy on Mick….”

“we do need to get together …. But what does B think about that?”

“You know, I’m not kidding around when I said I’d ‘do you.’ But of course only if B says it’s OK.”

“ I did get to stop by Mick’s office today ….no the door doesn’t lock, we just push the chair against the door. …. It’s strange to sit there with those associates and secretary’s walking around and talking just outside the door.”

When we got home I was happy to worship Mistress all over again. I can’t get enough of that naked and liquid cunt, which seemed a little damp from the get go after her conversation with M.

Later, after dinner, we went out to a local jazz bar, and Mistress passed the time as we listened by selecting some photos on her camera to send to M.

And during a break in the music, she decided to ask M a question via email that pops from some of the little vignettes and remembrances he has sent us over the last few months:

“Inquiring minds want to know …. Why are you so into fucking in the ass. Doesn’t a tight cunt do? Please explain?

Mistress claims she has never been taken that way. (I have certainly never done it to her that way, and have no reason to believe it’s happened other than on my watch). But all this “ass fucking” talk from M and her local Sir M must have her curiosity piqued.

When we got home, all this chatter had both of us hot and horny, despite the late hour. So it was natural that we did what we do before slide off to sleep. Then again, this morning, when I woke early and let my hands slide between Mistress’s legs to begin a long slow ride to a pre-alarm fucking.

This morning, after I dropped Mistress off at work, we both saw M’s response to her query:



A tight cunt is great. But it’s a power thing. Fucking someone in the ass is definitely a very dominant thing to do. Just watching the look on a lady’s face as she is penetrated is priceless. I think B would say much that same thing when she fucks me with her big blue strapon. Take care. M

Later this morning I visited Mistress at her office. It was a nice walk before returning to mine for a boring meeting. And though her glass walled office prevented any worship, we did hide behind her door for a bit of a clench.

Mistress came down the elevator with me and we talked about M’s response to her question.

She still seems to be drawing the line. But she is a curious girl.

“I believe it’s a power thing to him, not really just the feeling of a tighter grip on his cock, Slave.”

“And is that the way you feel when you use your strap-on on me , Mistress?”

“Yes, Slave. Exactly.”

Slave's Cross-Exam

Mistress’s new downtown job may be cutting into our early morning encounters (still adjusting the body clock here), but it’s made for some more quality time together.

She was able to break away from her Mad(wo)Man activities yesterday around noon for some worship in my office. My cock strained against the cage she had locked on, as I knelt to suck on her clean shaven cunt, her legs wrapping themselves around my neck as I brought her to a nice, writhing climax against my mouth. She commented on how her little bud so clearly swells between her lips when I am done, so obvious and glistening with all that hair gone.

Then we had a pleasant lunch at a nearby café where she regaled me with some more details of her tryst the night before.

“I think he may have been the person who left that comment, Slave?”

“Which one?”

“Oh, about taking my bottom while you watched.”

I remembered the comment. Something to the effect of “have you ever had Molly up the ass, Mick?” and suggesting it might be good for me to watch Molly’s Dom do that, knowing that it was a privilege I have not exercised (or been granted).

It’s not something Molly is into (at least not so far). And her cunt is amply tight for my needs.  But let’s go on with the dialog:

“What makes you think it was him, Mistress?”

“Well …. When he bent me over the bed and took me from behind ….he kind of …well…commented that  he should do it to me that way….”

Mistress (believe it or not) seemed to be blushing now….it’s good she can be open about all this  with me. Actually it would not work at  all with out that openness.

“And what did you say Mistress?”

“Well….that it’s not something I am really into ….and that if my cunt is as tight as he claims it is….what’s the point?”

But I must say it seemed to excite Mistress …. The threat of giving up that piece of virginal territory.

By now, this Slave was getting a little tight inside the cage, and I shifted the  conversation shifted to more vanilla topics.

But the debriefing continued later that evening, when we finally finished our nightly chores and the surly teens were off to bed.

I had worshipped Mistress once with my eager lips before dinner. Now my fingers found my way to her smooth and slick cunt as I sidled up against her, kissing her hard and long.

Breaking the kiss, we went back to my “cross-exam”, enhanced with certain techniques developed over years of experience.

“So lets go back to what happened after your outside dinner, Mistress.”

“Yes, Slave?”

By now Mistress was squirming against my fingers.

“So had you gotten all dressed after your activity in his bedroom.”

“Yes Slave.”

“Even your underwear?”

“Ummm….yes. “

I surmised that Mistress must have thought her sexual activity was done for the night.

“So after your dinner, did he require you to suck his cock, Mistress”.

“Yes, Slave, he did….how does that make you feel?”

“A bit jealous ….but in a constructive way, Mistress.”

“How so?”

Some how I had lost the initiative on this cross-exam. My fingers picked up the pace.

“Well….I guess it makes me competitive…wants me to please you more, and better, Mistress.”

“That’s good…..I hope you don’t mind that I am making you work at this a bit harder than normal, Slave.”

I was working her  hard with my fingers now. Could sense she was getting very close….but resisting the pull of her cunt.

“Did you make him hard with your mouth, Mistress?”

“I suppose so, but he was already pretty hard.”

“Did you like that, Mistress.”

“Oh yes, Slave.”

“You like being his slut, don’t you?”

“Yes….I suppose I do…”

“Did he make you kneel to suck him?”

“No. I was sitting in a chair. He stood. Opened his pants. Came to me…”

“And then, Mistress.”

“Well….that’s when he pushed me over the table….he fucked me again, from behind.”

“And did he make you come, Mistress?”

“Oh, Yes , Slave. I guess that’s why I was a little late coming home …he decided to take me one more time.”

My mind was filled with an image of my elegeant Mistress, panties yanked off, dress flipped up over her ass, panting and begging to come as she is bent over this suburban picnic table. Excruciatingly erotic.

As Mistress finally surrendered to my pumping fingers, she gasped and thrust against my hand, plunging over the edge..

“You’re thinking of him fucking you, aren’t you, Mistress….”

“Yes  …. and you too, Slave. You watching him do it to me.”

By now I was desperate for her, my cock hard without the need for her fingers or mouth. It had been a long day of denial. So as I mounted her, I mentally filed away my cross-examination outline for another day.