Mistress's Thursday Morning Double Header

When slave took advantage of his Thursday morning wake-up sex privileges I had a vague recollection that Mistress might be going to visit her lover Jay later in the morning. She mentioned it as an aside the evening before, but without any clear indication that her visit would be any more than a "social call" - two friends who had not seen each other in several weeks, with some catching up to do.

And even if Mistress and Jay clearly had some "hanky panky" on the agenda, Jay has never been the type of cuckolder who gave directions limiting Mistress's sexual activities before one of their "dates".  Maybe there is a little sub in Jay's psychic make-up, because he's never had a problem with "sloppy seconds".

Mistress called me on her way over to her lover's cottage in the hills outside of town.

"I'm on my way over to see Jay, slave....."

"Oh. I forgot.  Anything on the agenda, Mistress?"

"Not sure.  I guess what will happen will happen, slave.....stay tuned."

You can bet I was, though Mistress had been permissive, not requiring her slave to wear his cage.

I had a lunch meeting myself, and it wasn't until about 1:30 pm that I heard again from Mistress. She called as she was leaving Jay's planning to meet him at Orangeleaf for some after action yogurt. (Healthier than a post-orgasmic cigarette!).

"So how did it go, Mistress?"

"Some very raucous sex, slave....I will fill you in at home tonight...."

Of course, this piqued slave's curiosity. I actually left work a little early, to discover Mistress in our bed. A nap must have been in order after her late morning exertions.

Mistress allowed her slave to taste and soothe her clean shaven folds.  It's always interesting to see if my taste buds pick up the disparate flavors of another lover mingling with Mistress's musky, addictive juices.

"Can you tell I've been busy slave.... "

"definitely some alien flavors down there Mistress...."

Clearly fatigued, Mistress provided only a brief after action report.

"When I got there we just talked for a while, slave.....then he took me into the bedroom and undressed me."

"And what happened next, Mistress?"

"Some cock riding slave....and his favorite .....taking me from behind as I bent over the bed.  It was pretty physical slave....he said it was just like old times....."

I imagined things unfolding as depicted in this helpful illustration:


Clearly Jay had some pent up demand.

Not surprisingly, after her Thursday morning double header, Mistress was in no mood to indulge her slave after a bonus cum resulting from my brief and fruitful worship.

But she is resilient. I suspect she will be more than welcoming this morning.

The Deterrent Effect

We had a wonderfully low key 3 day weekend. Just enough family time.  Plenty of time together, particularly in bed.  My tongue got a lot of action, and I even broke out Mistress's favorite power tool Monday morning for a memorable Memorial Day morning here at the UCTMW World HQ.

But we were back at it yesterday, me chained to my downtown desk, and Mistress balancing a variety of clients and spending too much time on the highway.  You pay for those 3 day weekends on Tuesdays.

Making things worse,  we had yet another political event at the end of the workday, at a palatial home in our old neighborhood. After the trouble for my tender ass that arose from last Monday's political event, I would have suggested that we simply send our check in the mail and beg off the soggy finger food, plastic wine glasses and cheese trays. But Mistress and the Dowager Domme for "hosts" of this event, so it would be uncool to take a pass.

But slave was fortunate. It was an older crowd of the usual suspects. There were no women who Mistress could - even in her wildest imagination - speculate that her slave was "flirting" with, or otherwise think were interested in the pleasure of my charming company. If anything, the ladies were of the angry feminist generation who look disdainfully at some guy known for not drinking the Clintonian Cool-Aid. Mistress was far and away the hotest chick on the block last night, in a form fitting black dress that ended above the knees. Yum.

The downside was that the Dowager Domme was wearing another pair of kinky black shoes and slave was unable to come up with a good excuse to snap of surreptitious photo.

 Bottom line:  Slave did not earn anymore stokes from Mistress's riding crop, at least as far as I can tell. And to make sure the evening ended with me in Mistress's good graces, I made sure to offer some ardent worship at the end of the night.

I guess this just shows that Saturday's cropping and pegging had the desired deterrent effect!

Back to Basics

To get out of my cycle of malfunction and restore my reputation as  a devoted and productive slave, the best approach may be to focus on technique.  Sort of like this phase of the NFL Season, when teams hold "voluntary" workouts for players on the bubble to up their game. 

Rest assured, I will not be one of those prima donnas who stay home while trying to renegotiate their cushy contracts. I've dropped too many balls, and my "grade" surely has suffered. And all that time on the disabled list didn't help, did it.

Let's hope Mistress isn't impatient about my ability to get back to form, and considering drafting some hungry young buck to replace me.  I'm not quite ready to go out to pasture just yet! I hate to think that I could be relegated to mere household chores, like delivering the mail to Mistress, rather than also sharing in responsibility for her sexual satisfaction.

Slave Discovers His Need For Self-Correction

Yesterday we received a thoughtful comment from a local follower, who lists himself as “anonymous”. But I think we know who he is. Regardless of the source, it did provide some insight that Slave had missed with regard to two recent foul ups here – once when I forgot to worship, and then on Tuesday night when I attempted to worship in a preemptory fashion, without Mistress invitation. Here is the comment from yesterday:

Over the course of the last few weeks I have noticed that Mick and Molly have been struggling to find the balance between relaxation time and together time. For some people, this time is one and the same and therefore have no conflict in balancing between them. However, I see it as two distinct entities.
Relaxation time is the time for yourself to unwind from the daily grind and take a deep breath and let out the tension of the day. Molly has a many activities from which to choose from when needing to unwind. Reading and sunbathing tend to be her favorites, especially when done at the same time but one must not forget the biking and swimming. Mick has his own interests found in the political news cycle which is in overload due to the election year. Sometimes Mick can forget himself in this political passions as shown by his failure to worship before dinner the evening of the NY primary (see blog entry April 20, 2016) Make no mistake, everyone needs relaxation time and how we respect each other's need defines the relationship with your partner and makes together time that much more intense and special. 
Here lies the conundrum in the contract. When is the right time for the slave to offer service to their Mistress or Master? Obviously, Mick does quite well when summoned and is very quick to meet the needs of Molly when called upon to do so. The challenge is finding the right timing to offer service to Molly without disrupting her relaxation time. Two consecutive Tuesday night primaries, with totally opposite actions by Mick, ended in a failure to serve Molly in a fashion to her liking.
When does a slave offer to serve? How does a slave know when to initiate the action? After all, it is the slaves duty to serve. Mick could use the help of the readers on this topic as he is running up a demerit tally that could result in several days of uncomfortable sitting.

Of course, our commenter is right. Both of those examples of “bad slave” behavior came on election days in this contentious and entertaining primary season. Apparently Slave’s obsession with the vagaries of the dual nomination contests has disrupted my sense of how best to serve Mistress.

Clearly the lesson here is to grovel more and worry about the election results less. I should certainly offer my services, but patiently wait for Mistress to indicate that she is ready to receive them.

Now that I am more conscious of my weak spot, hopefully I will be better able to anticipate a proclivity to fuck up on election or debate night, and self-correct.

If I don’t I have a feeling Mistress will take the “correction” into her own hands.

Uppity Slave?

Last night I arrived home in a massive thunderstorm here in River City, getting pretty damp just crossing the few steps from my car to our back door.  I slid out of my wet shoes, and climbed the stairs to our bedroom, looking for Mistress.

She was already under the covers of our bed, in some sexy black undies and a top, reading her kindle.


I slid out of my work clothes, joining her in a T-shirt and my undies. We spent about 20 minutes - her continuing to read, as I scanned the news on my laptop.

Then I made my move...too tempted by her close proximity, sliding down betwixt her firm, athletic thighs...

"Ready for some worship, Mistress?"

Obviously, I was ready.  But Mistress seemed a little annoyed.

"Well you certainly are anxious, slave....."

She reluctantly put her kindle down.  Apparently I was a little too insistent, interrupting Mistress mid-chapter.  But she did indulge me, slithering out of her tight black panties to give me more complete access to her neatly shaven folds.

Rest assured I was quickly on task, hopefully powering past her initial reluctance and rewarding her patience with a satisfying pre-dinner cum. It's always nice to feel Mistress shudder with delight in response to my ministrations.

But my rude insistence hung in the air when my task was complete.

"Sorry of I was too pushy, Mistress...."

"You were, slave... you should have waited until I gave you the go ahead...."

"I guess I deserve a punishment...."

"I think you're looking for a punishment...."

Moi?

Savory Mistress

By the time I got home from work, getting a little damp on my ride home, Mistress was back from her own bike ride, which came after her "nooner" with her lover, Jay.

Slave took a shower, but I was grateful that Mistress saved hers until after my opportunity to worship.

"So how was your afternoon encounter, Mistress?"

"Very nice Slave.... lots of sucking and very vigorous fucking.... the usual...."

As I settled between her legs to sooth her well exercised folds it was hard not to taste and detect the flavors and aromas of her "vigorous" activities.  Was it her encounter with Jay, her bike ride, or both that added that tart aftertaste to her sweet juices? In any event it was a unique treat for her devoted Slave.

After I had delivered a late afternoon cum to add to her day's palate of delights, Mistress sighed with contentment.

"I wish I could offer to return the favor, Slave..... but my parts and body are pretty worn out by now."

"I wasn't expecting anything more, Mistress."

I am optimistic that she will be rested and ready for me this morning though.

SW Bound

I can hear the groans already. (Or it might be more eye rolling from the complacent cuckolders over at All Mine.)

Yes, Mistress and her devoted slave are headed once again to our SW hideaway to catch the tail end of the ski season and some early spring high altitude rays. (Watch here for some risque sunbathing pics over the next few days, you HNT afficianados).

We're parked at DFW airport, waiting once again for our connecting flight, giving slave a little time to post an update.

You will be happy to know that Mistress stepped out again last night for a little bon voyage action with her lover.

"He wanted me to spend the night, Slave....but...."

She did have another ridiculously early meeting this morning. So she came home to me. I was grateful to have her back in our bed at the UCTMW World HQ by 10:30 pm or so. And although she apparently had her fair share of action, I was rewarded for staying awake  by an opportunity for some after action worship.

"Don't you want a taste, Slave?"

Who could resist.

I took my time savoring her clean shaven folds, which were somewhat damper and more pliant than I might find on a typical graze after a day apart.

I made sure to savor my opportunity, using tongue and lips to slowly work Mistress up to her final cum of the evening.

Of course, she had no need for the work-a-day cock at that point. And that early morning meeting precluded a chance for some pre-travel wake up sex.  But I suspect there will be more than a few opportunities to make up for my sad denial (another 40 hours of abstinence, all in one week!) over the next ten days in our version of paradise.

Patience has it's reward.

Equal Time Thursday: For Submissive Women and Their Authoritarian Doms

Yesterday I stumbled upon this article -How to Be a Perfect Nazi Wife - about the Wives Training Camps in Nazi Germany organized by the highest ranking lady Nazi - a woman named Gertrude Scholtz-Klink (No, not Kink, but Klink - no apparent relation to the Colonel). The goal was to have some basic training for good Arayan women aspiring to marry SS officers or other guys with pull in the Reich.

The article mentions training in most of the "domestic arts":

  Scholtz-Klink’s schools were attended by girlfriends and fiancées of SS officers and other Nazi functionaries, who were instructed in the basics of “washing, cooking, child care and home design.”  They also received training in how to entertain at cocktail parties and proper topics of conversation. They were also taught “special knowledge of race and genetics.” Himmler wanted the schools to produce ideal German wives in order to guarantee a “strong family life to create a strong, pure nation.”  He viewed women principally as breeders to bear and raise Aryan children for the future of the Reich. Himmler signed a decree in 1936, three years after Hitler came to power, ordering women who wished to marry SS members to sign up for the course.

Not surprisingly, women with Jewish or Gypsy heritage were not encouraged to apply for such training.

Ms. Klink referred to women as "The Secret Queens of the Reich", but  no where does the article  mention their proper role when their SS hubby comes back from a hard day of loading rail cars or looting art collections, takes off the swastika arm band and jack boots, and wants to "unwind".  Did they offer up their breasts or asses for some corporal punishment, or did they pick up the riding crop and give hubby a taste of their own medicine, but with a "happy ending"?

Wouldn't it be interesting to get a glimpse at that part of their curriculum? But you have to admit they look fetching in their skimpy shifts and ballet slippers. If they had reality TV back in the 1940's,  I suspect HBO would have done a "Hard Knocks - Nazi Edition" at this training camp.

Speaking of hard work days, Mistress has been working double duty this week - leaving one job and already starting another one (please don't tell her boss!). It had her out later than usual last night, dining with a new client.

Once home, she was at the accumulated email for another hour or so.

Slave finally persuaded her to relax, with some oral worship that had her moaning with pleasure and pumping her hips against her Slave's lips and tongue.  But when she had her fill, and asked "are you horny Slave", I could tell she was a little too tired after that long day to indulge her "work-a-day" cock.

"I can wait until morning, Mistress....."

I wonder if that lesson was taught at Nazi Wives Training Camp?

While this broke our "two-a-day" streak, sometimes even a pampered house Slave has to know when not to press his luck.

Running out the Clock

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we've been in a bit of a holding pattern this week...

The end of the summer is in sight.... and although we may miss the warm weather, we're (with just a smidgin of guilt) looking forward to dropping the Mistresses in training off at their respective campuses in just about 2 weeks time. We've been spoiled by our empty nest!

In addition, Mistress is making a workplace transition, and is anxious to get that over with.

Then we have two weeks in early September planned at our SW Hideaway, just the two of us!  It won't come soon enough.

So what do we do to "pass the time"?

.... There has been our usual wake-up sex.

(Though I've been warned that this morning we have to leave early....."Slave.... you're just going to have to contain yourself Friday morning... can you handle that....."

"I suppose I will have to Mistress...."

Not that we won't be able to squeeze in some blog reading worship.)

And in the evenings, there has been some bike riding.... worship..... family dinners when the kids get home.... and Breaking Bad binge watching on Netflix.

When we're watching the big computer screen, Mistress settled onto the couch next to me, feet extended onto my pap, she's usually in one of her sexy nighties, the lights low, just in case on of the cute Co-Eds walks through the room and gets "grossed out" by a scantily clad Mom.

Panties?

Well, of course not.

"I wear them all day Slave.... I need a little airing out....."

Sometimes those clean shaven folds spread so close to me can be distracting, and Slave's hands wander about, delivering a bonus cum or two during slow points in the story line of Walt and his meth lab.

There's something about Mistress shudders and soft moans of delight as she is splayed out next to me that give a Slave some extra fulfillment  after a busy work day.