"Fury" Goes Rogue?

I saw this posted anonymously on Tumblr today. (I must say I've been having fun with our UCTMW Tumblr Page lately - check it out).

I'm wondering if our friend "Fury" has decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

HNT / Nail Talk

I'm a guy with four lovely daughters, and a very sexy and stylish wife. Of course, there are benefits, as those of you who are regular readers know.

But sometimes... on occasions when we are all together,  one has to endure dinner conversation that drifts into "girl talk" more often than not.

Like the other night, when we took our cute Co-Eds out for an Indian dinner. Mistress had just gotten a new manicure and everyone had an opinion. At least everyone but me.

"They look a little trashy",  said our younger daughter, who, after a year in Europe, fancies herself as Oh so sophisticated and continental.

The older daughter, who is more the midwestern sorority girl, with much less pretension and more generosity of spirit, was more supportive.... "they're OK.... if kind of bright."

In her own defense, Mistress argued that they were "festive", fit for the holidays.

Of course, she then put me on the spot.  I tried to demur, not feeling truly qualified to express an opinion on the subject. But "no comment" was not acceptable.

"I don't think they're trashy .... trashy would be fake long ones.... or maybe reindeer painted on your nails...."

You know, something Ellie Mae Clampett would come home with.

Fortunately the Nan showed up at the table, and the subject changed.  But what do you think, dear readers?

 I found this old picture that has just about the same nail color Mistress is now sporting:

A Selection from the UCTMW Vault

Mistress’s long journey is coming to a close. She should be back to me Saturday evening. Thanks to the staff and the rest of you out there who have kept the ball in the air here with your comments and contributions. And Donna has definitely blossomed, from her normal incisive commentary to investigative reporting. Look at the photo she unearthed from the childhood of the entertaining but underproductive Western Correspondent, playfully evading the digit of his older brother:

While I am sure she can report on her own, it seems like she has had a very compelling trip to places she has studied about for years. And I think it’s very impressive that she stuck to the sometimes painful regimen that her personal trainer laid out for her before they left, despite a less than .500 mark when it came to calling the coin toss.

Yesterday Mistress shared with me a rather “gripping” photo of her poor nipple in the cruel embrace of M’s surrogate pinch. Imagining her getting herself off thrice before she can remove that nasty device is …. Well, maybe I can get her to give me a demonstration when she gets home?

Can we arrange that M?

We have extra cloths pins on hand in case she decides to leave those well worn ones in Prague.

But, for Mistress’s amusement and to entertain the rest of you I thought I would share something found in an old in-box. The date was November 12, 2009. Quite frankly I’m not sure if this is something I wrote before the blog started or right after it began, but it’s an interesting flashback, when my entries were addressed just to Mistress, and when Mistress was engaged via text and phone with her old College lover, E. (E was jettisoned after some rather bogus behavior.)

I hope she and you enjoy

WEEK IN REVIEW


I had a good night's sleep, woke next to you. and began thinking about what to write this am. I know you said I did not have to write this morning, but somehow the process of outlining in my brain some thoughts that might turn you on as you wake up turns me on .


The process is good for me (and hopefully for you too).


Thursday's crazy orgasm score was 12-5 by my count. So yesterday was like a partial day off. 5-2. No wonder we were both a little tired when we got home last night. I got thinking some about our conversation walking home from the game and your fear of giving up control, whether to E or anyone else. And here I have been enjoying my giving up control to you and discovering both its erotic and emotional benefits.


So I decided to make up a "top ten" of my hottest moments from the last week. A theme emerged, but to the moments first (in chronological order):




10. You, tied to and draped over the bed Sunday am, after a nice hard spanking, as I slowly slid my cock inside you, talking about how you (and I ) would feel at the thought of E doing that to you.


9. Me gathering my cloths, as you talked to E on Monday night, then coming down stairs to stew as I heard you pacing above me, charged with sexual energy for another man.


8. Sending you that email begging you to use your strap on that evening, because I was feeling particularly submissive and needed that to validate those feelings.


7. The frustration as you did use the strap on that evening, when I almost but not quite was able to come that way.


6. Was it later that night, that you pulled out the glove, and used it to stroke my balls as you rode me. I remember how hard I came that way , breaking the Monday rule.


5. You gently stroking me through my jeans at the Steely Dan concert. Me knowing that I had no right to ask you to stop. I was there simply for you to toy with. I really could have come that way, though it was better to save it for home.


4. The frustration of being inside you on abstinence day, but unable to come.


3. Waking early Thursday am, hard and frustrated but constrained by your order not to wake you until about 6:45.


2. Sitting on the floor between your legs, rubbing my mouth against you and sensing and tasting and smelling how turned on you were. Wondering if you had been sending an e to E.


1. The thickening of my cock later that night when E's text chime went off, feeling how turned on you were as I reached between your legs from behind, then the wild "too tired to fuck, too horny not to" sex we had, the 5th for me that day after the day of abstinence.


1A. You in my office Friday before lunch. tasting you through your boots and tights, then peeling them away and bringing you to orgasm one more time as you looked out the window. I loved the smile on your face when you explained why you did not bring the key to my cage. your pleasure was our only concern. (it’ making me hard right now to think about that).


The theme seems to be the power of my surrender of control to you. So its not surprising that you would want a taste of the same medicine. That was part of the pull of E for you. Along with the idea that he had accessed and awakened a long , dormant "free spirited" part of your personality.


It’s annoying and hurtful that he seems to drift in and out so easily, even when you are politely asking for his attention. Maybe it’s too much for you to handle. But the idea of surrendering to those feeling he has unleashed still is a powerful one I would think. And you should know I will ALWAYS be here to nurture, protect and catch you if you fall too hard, Mistress., whether for E or someone else.


So why does that dynamic turn me (and I think you too) on, whether its for E or Ken L, or just some guy who flirts with you at the Post Office? But whether its cyber, fantasy or real, I do think our openness about the qualities that make other men attractive to you, their desire for you, and your desire/interest for/ in them has added some extra spice to our relationship.


For all those years you have sent the "keep your distance" signal. These last few weeks you have not. No reason to hide your charms, mistress. Whatever you do or feel, I am behind you ready to catch, lick and fuck you when I get your permission.


Love, your slave.

Mistress Toes the Line

I am now on my fifth night solo here at the UCTMW World HQ, not quite mid-way through Mistress’s pilgrimage through Eastern Europe. And while the sullen teens have been keeping their distance from their tedious old dad, it’s been nice to have all of your supportive comments,  emails and even a few texts from the WC.

And of course Mistress has also been kind enough to call, text and email. I think she misses me almost as much as I miss her. And I am starting to feel a little sorry for her poor nipples. Somehow, she keeps calling “heads”, and the WC keeps flipping the coin and coming up with tails. And you can see from the photo at the top of the blog that Mistress has been very honorable in following the rules that M has laid down for her.

“I told him it seems very unfair, Slave, and that my nipples are very tender now.”

“But you must feel compelled Mistress…. To honor his rules.”

“I suppose I do, Slave….”

She does obey pretty well, M. When I talked to her tonight, she was planning to adjourn to the Loo with her clothespins in hand, for those mandatory three cums.

No wonder she seems to be sleeping well.

Of course, with the help of Donna and M, I’ve had a little help providing blog fodder, and the comments section has been particularly robust.

So, Aisha, in response to your question yesterday, I have been keeping things together here with out much trouble. Though today I had an unusual amount of “field Slave” work, including too much time on my knees and stooped, resetting some outdoor tiles with help from a neighbor. If I have to go down on my knees, I’d much rather be doing it worshiping Mistress.

Of course, when she heard my comment to that effect yesterday, Donna had to taunt her Executive Editor a little bit, sending me the following photo.

I must say, it did make my mouth water, and not because I have a sweet tooth. It made me realize how much I miss chowing down on Mistress fragrant and delicious folds.

Of course, Mistress laid out her own rules for me. I’m to wear the cage whenever I leave the house, something that got a little uncomfortable with all that kneeling and crouching down today. And I also have been required to “take matters into my own hands” daily, and report back to Mistress on what was going through her Slave’s mind as he “got himself off”.

It’s an unfamiliar “discipline” for me. When she is in town, Mistress applies a very strict “no touch without permission” rule, that is a feature of our contract. And since we do have sex with a rather incredible degree of frequency, it’s not that I have some need that Mistress does not more than amply fulfill. After all, at 60, once or twice a day is ample release of Mick’s natural juices. (Unlike the uber-dude WC, who seems to get a  little antsy when he dips below three or four a days).

I feel a little guilty, and certainly indulged, when I think of poor Tammy and others out there in blog land who get multi-day (or week) stretches of chastity, even when their Domme’s (or wives) are sharing the same bed with them.

But I suspect there is method to Mistress's  “madness” when it comes to keeping Mick’s wok-a-day cock well exercised. It certainly keeps me content and limits any impulse to “go astray”, something that Mistress needlessly worries about. And I suppose it does keep my components at a productive operating level, ready to assume their duties in full once Mistress is back here in River City.

It will be a particularly unusual to be here alone in the Executive Suite tomorrow, our usual Switch Day. I suspect when my own tool gets put to work tomorrow morning, my mind will go back and consider some of our more intriguing Switch Days. Like the one shown below, when Mistress was bound to her desk downstairs, and I gave her a good sound hand spanking before sliding my cock into her from behind.

Then there was this little session, when Mistress got a nice firm cropping before she was forced to her knees to suck her work-a-day cock.

I hope she has a chance to see the photos tomorrow, and consider what waits her next Sunday.

It will be a very special Mother’s Day, Mistress.

HNT / A Tutorial on Butt Plugs from our Southern Correspondent

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First, here are some photos of Mistress from our Switch day, this past Sunday. 

Lovely, bottom, don’t you think? Plus, as an HNT bonus, here is  a view of Molly after she just begged to wear those pegs, for the privilege of having all those orgasms.  (Today ‘Nilla has her pegs on too!, making it “DPT”, or “double peg Thursday” in this little corner of blogland.).

And lest you be concerned, things were on a more even keel here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday .

Despite some angst about our Surly Teen #2, we had some satisfying if efficient morning sex, a stop by worship in my office before lunch, and then, last night, with my little white device firmly in place, some very hot good night fucking.

So Mistress got her usual supply or orgasms, and her Slave “came” out well too. Mistress reminded me that Wednesday used to be my Abstinence Day. But we seem to have fallen off that wagon. One can hardly complain.

Today Mistress is working from home, on a project that requires concentration. Avoiding the distractions of her office should be positive, and I hope she and M get a chance for some therapy of their own during the course of the day. She will need the stress relief.

But I am devoting the heft of today’s blog to a very entertaining submission from Donna, our Southern Correspondent. She has been of great help to us here at the UCTMW media empire, picking up the fallen “sword” of our Western Correspondent, who is still rehabilitating that frozen cock. (I am tempted to refer to it as his “special occasion frock”, but that might get MissBehavior and some of our other followers with similar interests confused, so I won’t go there.) Taking time from knitting those protective “cock cozies” for our male staff, she’s shown what an excellent writer she is as well.

Our WC’s Tutorial on First Time Anal Sex, continues to generate clicks here at UCTMW, and this contribution from Donna makes an excellent reading companion. It could  be particularly helpful to Suzanne over at ALL Mine, should she lose her Super Bowl bet to Jay:

 
Considering your WC's lingering interest, experience and longing concerning anal sex, it doesn't take a visit to the local psychic to see long hours spent with butt plugs in your... future, probably for both of you. While Mick has written about your wonderful strap-on, hours spent in an up close and personal relationship with a butt plug can...alter the way one walks and talks if not done properly. The snip below is from an Australian blog I enjoy, “Down the Rabbit Hole”. I wish I had read a handy-dandy guide like this before doing my stubborn "I can take it" routine.

If this is repeat or old hat information for you, my apologies. However, better too much than not enough info when talking about delicate tissues.

From a purely psychological standpoint, it might be interesting to know about the potty training procedures of WC's mother. I would be among the first to raise my hand and say that anal sex is a wonderful thing. However, the enthusiasm of WC and the thumbs up approach of his brother lead me to wonder whether their mother had one of those expensive musical potty chairs or offered candy or cash for #2 accomplishments beginning a positive association with the human butt that has lasted through the years. Just wondering.

I know, I know, some friends send Hallmark greeting cards to show they care. I, on the other hand, have always leaned toward the more practical. I started to write a greeting card style poem to go with this info, but (husband) Bill said he thought perhaps you have suffered enough with the email alone. Sometimes he is more humorous than others.

Hugs,
Donna


http://deviantrabbit.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-term-butt-plug-wearing.html

Long term butt plug wearing

This is being posted because it is one of those things that people ask about frequently and this is an easier way of doing it... for one small slave at any rate. Some of this stuff is common knowledge and some of it is from trial and error so may not be universal. It is also worth mentioning that some of it is less than glamorous so you have been warned. Err... that means stop reading now if you are squeamish...

Selection:

·         Stainless steel is best for long term wear and there are plenty to choose from.

·         Be aware that as your body gets used to them you may need to select a larger size, particularly if you are doing this to make anal sex easier. As they are expensive you might want to give this some consideration before ordering that cute little one.

·         If you are wearing them 24/7 give some thought to the shape of your arse and the handle. The gems are pretty, but are wider than the Njoy.

Lube:

·         Don’t be shy; use it, particularly in the beginning

·         Get a good silicone based one rather than water. It lasts longer and doesn’t wash off so easily. “Back Door” by Pjur is the best one has found to date.

Time:

·         Be sensible... work up to it. Don’t just ram the thing in and hope for the best. Wear it for a short time and increase it.

·         If it hurts take it out and try again later

Gas:

·         Your body produces a lot of it and you don’t realise how much until it can’t get out easily.

·         If it builds up you will get cramps. Take it out for a while or wiggle it so the gas can escape.

·         As the body gets used to the plug it will learn how to work around it. As the swelling goes down it will get easier.

Enemas:

·         Are fun things to do but you don’t have to do a full one every time. It is much kinder to the body in the long run as continual enemas can strip out the natural lining of the bowel and you can get a lazy bowel... it stops contracting to expel.

·         Use a bulb type enema (rectal syringe) standing up to give a quick flush where you need it and cause less problems

Diet and exercise:

You thought you were safe didn’t you J

·         It is in your best interest to keep a good diet and exercise program with plenty of water. You want nice firm stools that come out cleanly rather than leaving a mess you have to clean up every time.

·         The best way to do this is make sure you eat plenty of fibre and drink plenty of water. Stay away from foods that upset your stomach... it is a kindness

Miscellaneous:

·         Do take the damn things out somewhere safe. If you drop one of them down a toilet they will crack the bowl.

·         They are heavy and slippery when removed and come out faster than you think...

·         Stainless steel can be washed easily and they can be sterilized... do it on a regular basis

·         They cannot fall in or out if they have a good base

·         If it is cold, warm it first under some hot water... it cuts down on cramping

·         The 2.0 is not for the faint-hearted or the novice... there are some issues with both the length of the handle which renders it hard to sit on, and that even with the fluting on the side venting gas is difficult.

Thanks for these good words of advice, Donna. And I know all our readers look forward to our WC’s response about his potty training days.

Now I better go up stairs and put on the ring for my cock cage. Since we will not be driving to work together today, it's in the cage for this Slave.

Mistress' Dilemma

Sometimes Switch Day will start in one direction, and take an unanticipated turn  on our Sundays here at the Collins’ household.

For example … yesterday surly teen #2 was lurking about, stomping around the upstairs hallway, making her presence heard. That tends to put a damper on things that go on beyond our closed doors. So I had aborted any plans for a good stern cropping, the kind that would make little cracking on the ass sounds, or generate uncontainable whines or moans from Mistress.

Plan B was a bit more conventional. Tie Mistress to the bed, hands overhead, a bit of low key spanking, deployment of the Hitachi, etc., etc. A good time would be had by all.

We got that far: Mistress on her stomach, hands bound over head, ass a little pink, and me with the Hitachi in hand, slid between her legs from behind. Just like that, Mistress was already asking for permission to come. (Of course, permission is always required.)

That’s when I changed directions.

“No…. not yet.”

“But Slave….”

Her piteous moan was soooo sad.

I pulled the Hitachi back running it along her inner thighs, making her squirm, but turning down the level of need at her little “on/off” button.

She ratcheted down a bit, from DevCon 5 to 3 or so. The Hitachi went back where she liked it for a while. But when she asked permission again, I was still saying “No.”

Too easy.

I switched it off, putting it aside.

“Roll over, Mistress….”

She looked up, oozing petulance.

What are you doing, Slave….”

“I thought I might fuck you for a while, as I consider when and whether to let you come…..”

She rolled. I mounted. She wiggled a little, amused by my struggle to find the entry point without her help. But, surprise, surprise, it did not take long…..soon I was slowly sliding in and out of her, while gently gnawing on a nipple.

“But this is against our code, Slave.  I always get to come before you fuck me. …Always.”

“That’s what Switch Days are for, Mistress…. To do things out of order, against code….”

Of course, I was in no urgent need to come, just toying with her…. And after a bit more fucking I slid out, and this is where the improvisation began.

“How badly do you want to come this morning, Mistress…. I mean we could just wait until later. I could get off, and maybe later things could go your way….”

“Uhhh…. Badly Slave….”

“Then how about this…. You can come if you ask me to  put the clothespins on your breasts…. But if they are something too painful to think about, then I can just tease you a bit more before we go to the gym…. Your choice.”

She tried to bargain.

“But they hurt slave… they really hurt…. And I know you like to see me come, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I live to make you come. But, all things considered, I can wait until later for that wonderful experience if you want…. It’s your call….”

I was running my fingers teasingly through her cleanly shaven folds, marveling at how wet she was, enjoying the thrust of her hips as she rose to meet my hand.

“This is mean, Slave…”

“But I’m just giving you a choice, Mistress.  Choices are good, aren’t they. “School Choice.” “The right to choose.” That’s all good, isn’t it?”

My lips had found her left nipple, teasing it to life.

“I mean, how much can those little clothes pins really hurt…. And I know it won’t take you that long to come once they are on and I deploy the power tool.”

She seemed more than a little frustrated now, her hips lifting against my roving fingers.

“Put them on Slave….”

“Say please…. “

“Please, Slave…..”

“Why do you want them on, Mistress. They are going to hurt….”

“Because I want to come, Slave…. I really want to come…. “

“Impressive, Mistress…. You really are asking me to put this pins on your breasts?

I was brandishing one, opening it up for her…..

“Just get it over with, Slave…..”

“Of course, Mistress, if that’s what you really want.”

I used some lip suction to make sure her rosey little nipples were nice and firm before squeezing the clips, and letting their greedy little pincers  capture first her left nipple then her right. Mistress winced, her eyes snapped tight as each nipple was contained.

Impressive discipline. No whining. She must have been horny or something.

And true to my word, I did get on with it. Switching on the power tool, and pressing it home, just where Mistress likes it. And would you be surprised if I told you that she soon was bucking up against it, her breath  ragged.

“Can I come now, Slave…..” she moaned through clenched teeth.

“Of course, Mistress.”

She rode that churning tool through one orgasm, came down, and rode it back up through another, as her hips came up off the bed, back arching for purchase against that little bulb.  As she hit that second climax, I took off one and then the other clothes pin, making her moan again as the blood flowed back into those tender tlittle orbs.

“Enough Slave… please turn it off.”

“Of course, Mistress. “

And then it was my turn to slide in and enjoy the ride…..

HNT/ Ouch!

On Sunday, our switch day, Mistress got to sport some clothes pins on her firm and succulent breasts, at the direction of our Western Correspondent.  On Monday, this blog described the experience, and we even had a lovely shot of both of her wonderful breasts all “pinned” up for the occassion.

But when we sorted through the comments, Mistress was a little surprised:

“No one commented on my breasts, Slave…..”

Yes, we do pay attention to your fun and helpful comments.

“Maybe it’s because I buried that picture midway through the story, Mistress…. I didn’t want to give away what your punishment was by sticking the little lovelies above the fold….”

“M did mention it though…. He thought the photo was very hot…..”very nice breasts, Molly” is what he said. Though apparently B (his wife) also has some pretty hot breasts.”

“I am sure that yours would hold up very well in a side by side comparison, Mistress.”

Maybe we should schedule that, M…. what do you say?

So just in case you missed Monday’s shot, I am featuring it again, along with a lovely close-up out take from Sunday’s “punishment”, as choreographed by our Western Correspondent.

Fortunately, he did not impose an embargo yesterday. Mistress stopped by for some post lunch worship, and after I had done my pleasant duties, still there on my knees in front of her spread legs, she had a suggestion…. Well, I considered it more of an order…..

“Now, take a picture slave, and send it to M ….”

“Of course, Mistress.”

I snapped one of her in her “throne” legs spread, one boot off, and one leg of tights off, her clean shaven folds still glistening, a smug little smile on her face, then zapped it off to Mike for his approval.

If she is free to cavort with her Slave on the afternoon before a planned “date”, she at least can show her gratitude with a smutty photo.

And, as it turns out, their date is now in jeopardy. She had planned to stay home a bit later this morning, for their scheduled “conference call”, but now the snow is falling, schools are closed, and it seems she will have to drive with me, in our only 4 wheel drive UCTMW mobile unit.

Poor dears. Let’s hope  they can figure a way to reschedule soon. Otherwise, our WC is likely to fall even further behind on his 2011 strategic plan.

MIstress Faces the Music

UCTMW ENTERPRISES, LLC WORLD HEADQUARTERS
RIVER CITY, USA

MEMORANDUM

FROM: MICK COLLINS, EXECUTIVE EDITOR
TO: M, WESTERN CORRESPONDENT

SUBJECT: FOLLOWING YOUR INSTRUCTIONS.

When we talked Saturday, you gave me some instructions about how our Publisher should be handled on our weekly “switch day”, when the Publisher is required under my peculiar employment agreement to submit to the sort of treatment that she can deploy as my employer / owner every other day of the week.

Of course, what caused me to follow the directions of our lowest ranked employee is a bit of a mystery I suppose. Let’s chalk it up to the peculiarities of the collective bargaining agreement your representatives at the Teamsters Union recently negotiated, and that fact that our Publisher, Molly Collins, said I should take your direction on the matter.

It seems she has a special arrangement with you, the exact terms of which are only made available on a “need to know” basis. She conceded the error of her ways by failing to bring that little insertable vibrator you had sent her when she went to work on Friday. So she conceded that there would be consequences, and that her Executive Editor was expected to be your instrument in the matter.

Or it could be that I am just a corporate drone at heart, despite my lofty, middle management title here at UCTMW, and simply like to follow orders.

In any event, I stopped by the local hardware store on Saturday and picked up the tools you had chosen: a bag of wooden clothes pins, just like my mother used to more vanilla purposes all those years ago.

Our Publisher was a bit on edge Saturday evening, trying to force me to tell her what was instore. But, like you, I was able to keep the procedure we planned under wraps until zero hour on Monday morning. We are a model of corporate security, as compared to those folks at Verizon. Big surprise…. They are launching the I-Phone!

Our Boss read the morning papers, and caught up on our blog and those of some selected competitors (I am a little concerned that she may ask me to get one of those ball gags Suzanne deployed during the Steelers game… Mistress does sometimes get accessory envy). But then, she knew, it was time for her to face the music.

I pulled out the little red leather cuffs, abd she immediately rolled away, huddled under the covers….

“But it’s so cold, Slave…..”

I recall that she texted a similar message to you at about that time, sort of an appeal for mercy. Of course, it went un-ruled upon. No Stay was granted. No doubt you were still in bed, recovering from a night out with some of your UCTMW office interns, or maybe your new shop steward, regaling them with stories of past deployments of the “special occasion cock”.

Ultimately, Mistress rolled over and allowed me to attach her wrist cuffs, linked together in front.

Since our teens were away, it seemed a waste to keep her sequestered in our bedroom.

“We’re going for a walk , Mistress….”

“But it’s so cold….”

Argggh.

I wrapped her in my terry bathrobe, knotted it in front for her. After she slipped into some slippers, I led her downstairs, where I had already pulled out a big wide upholstered chair.

“I think you need a good spanking first Mistress, to warm you up and remind you to follow M’s simple requests in the future.

I sat, then pulled her over my lap. She wriggled into place.

“But I might fall off, Slave.”

“Don’t worry, Mistress, you are in good hands.”

I had a good grip on her, and then proceeded to give her a nice, hard spanking.

You should have heard the complaints. The whines, mewls, all the “that hurts”. It put me in mind to pack her up in a trunk and ship her off to you for some more systemic training. Once a week switch sessions will never really condition her for this sort of punishment.

But I tried to put all the moaning and groaning out of mind and kept on task. Soon her bottom was a nice cherry red, and, surprise, surprise, the armoa wafting from between her legs was all too delicious. The Pungent Publisher. As a probing finger confirmed, she was like a little slut in heat. And I think my suggestion that she consider how it might go if you were the one spanking her seemed to add to her concupiscence.

“I think you’ve had the full benefit of this phase of your punishment, Mistress. Now it’s time for round two.”

She gave a little sigh, and we went back upstairs together. She must have “warmed up”, since she did not ask for the robe again.

“Now what, Slave?”

I had already taken two clothes pins out of the bag.

“This is M’s part, actually, Mistress….. he says I should put one of these on each of your nipples, then make you use the Hitachi to bring yourself off three times, removing them as you hit number three.”

“Ohhhh….. at lest your not going to put those all over me….”

“We’ll save the rest for some other occasion, Mistress.”

First I sucked on each nipple, making them pop to life, allowing the pins good purchase.

She lay back, arms over her head, as I connected the little wooden wonders to her right nipple.

“Owww …. Yow,,,,, hurts, Slave….”

But it hardly seemed unbearable. She didn’t whine nearly so much when I connected the second one. Maybe it was because she was already entranced by the little power tool lying next to her on the bed.

Usually it’s the Slave who wields the tool in these moments when she uses it when we are together. But I was following M’s orders and, he made it clear that Mistress was in charge of her own pleasuring.

She went to work with a fierce concentration. Pressing the device exactly where it would have it’s highest and best impact. None of that whirling around and teasing that this Slave enjoys when I am at the controls.

And soon she was at her first, hips rising, head thrown back, moaning with release.

There was no break at all though. She just kept at it, building up the number 2, not quite as potent as her first, but not exactly a weenie on the richter scale either.

“Only one more, Mistress…”

“Getting tired Slave…..”

“You can always take a break…. But the pegs stay on….”

“No……”

She went for it then, pressing harder, her body writhing, seat popping onto her lovely forehead. I took a few photos, watching with something less than clinical detachment as she worked her way up and over to number three. And as she hit that crested, I quickly popped off each of the clips…

“Oh, God, Slave….. that hurts……”

“That’s what M predicted Mistress. He said they would hurt more coming off than just staying on….”

She fell back onto the bed, her face flushed, gasping for breath. Her little ordeal was over. She seemed to have the contentment that one gets with a job well done. Sort of like a long hill climb on her bike. The sheets were damp with her perspiration.

And I must confess that now my interest was less as the instrument of your directions.

“Mistress, that concludes the punishment required by M…. after that… he said I was at my discretion.”

She reached for my cock. It was clearly interested in the next stage of the morning’s activities.

“And what comes next, Slave….”

Actually, it was pretty obvious.

Fan Fiction and a Mission Accomplished

My assignment today from our Western Correspondent was to pick up a bag of clothes pins (or "pegs" as some of you call them), in anticipation of Mistress's punishment tomorrow. Our switch day and the WC's decision that Mistress is due a punishment for failure to bring a certain toy to work on Friday have a convenient convergence.

That mission was accomplished today at our local hardware store. I doubt we will need all 50 of them, unless the WC really is a heartless fiend.  I texted a picture of our new toys shortly thereafter to let him no we are ready on this end.

Now I am awaiting M's instructions.... and yes, it does seem odd that our lowest paid employee is now running the UCTMW asylum ... but that seems to have been our Publisher's call, and She's the Boss!



Also worth sharing is the latest piece of Molly and Mick fan fiction.  You can find it here.Will's continued adventures of Molly, Mick and that other guy.

I have a feeling this story might have Mistress sending me on a whole different shopping excursion.  If anyone knows where one might acquire such an accessory, please let us know.