Afternoon Dalliance

Slave is still adjusting to the notion that I really don't have to show up at an office anymore. While I have a few boxes to sort through, I don't really need to show up at all these last few weeks of my tenure. Nonetheless, old habits are hard to break. So there I was yesterday morning at 9 am, behind my desk, and walking the halls like the Ghost of Christmas Past. Maybe I was projecting, but a few people eyed my like they were thinking "Is that old fart still here?"

So by around 2 pm, I figured "WTF, might as well just go home and bug Mistress". To my surprise (not), I found her beneath the covers in our bed at 3 pm or so, working on her computer. She seemed a little surprised that I had "discovered" her in bed so early in the afternoon, and some lame excuses.... not that she needed any.

"It's cold, slave.....and I was out of the house this morning....."

I had thought of doing some work around the house during the afternoon, getting my "man cave" ready for when I start working from home.  But seeing Mistress in our bed was all too tempting.
So I shed my pants and sweater and slipped under the covers with her. And I was in for a surprise.

"Check me out slave.... I have my special tights on....just for you....."

She does know how to press my buttons, doesn't she?

We read for a while, and Mistress requested a nap before I took advantage of those peek-a-boo tights.

But when Mistress woke at around 5 pm, slave had the chance to spread those legs and sample the musky juices betwixt her clean shaven folds.  And once she had a throbbing late afternoon cum, her work-a-day cock was at full attention.

"Hmmm..... you seem ready to go, slave....."

"I guess this retirement thing has it's advantages, Mistress....."

Fortunately, Mistress was very indulgent.

Tights Tease

The sun has been shining all week at our SW hideaway, giving Mistress and Slave plenty of incentive to stay outdoors, whether on the slopes at our local ski valley, or apres ski here on our patio.

But since it is still winter, Mistress has been taunting her slave with her black tights - whether peek-a-boo or in the more conventional form (i.e., no convenient aperture for worship on demand).

On Monday, Mistress daringly wore her peek-a-boo tights under her ski pants, which meant that when we got home for our late afternoon nap, Slave was allowed to worship and then have my way with her as those tights clad legs wrapped themselves around me.

Then, yesterday afternoon, before nap time, Mistress was out on the patio, collecting some late afternoon sun.

Slave put off some busy work on my computer inside just to enjoy the view.  And I'm not just talking about the mountains in the background.

NNT- Mistress's Drops By In Her Special Tights

Slave's sad 48 hours of abstinence came to a satisfying end here on Wednesday morning. Mistress was very indulgent. . .. The only thing that threw a wrinkle into the festivities was when a particularly soft passage of the concerto playing on our radio, to mask the sounds of our furtive couplings from the nosy Co-Ed on the other side of our bedroom wall, coincided with Slave reaching his own more robust crescendo.

As I was about to ask for permission to cum, it seemed like the music disappeared all together....

"what happened to the music, Mistress?" I whispered.

"Just go for it quietly Slave....."

Slave always follows orders.

Once the dust settled it was off to our busy workdays.  But the bonus was that Mistress had set up a drink downtown with a work colleague from her past (a guy, but it was not that type of 'date'). This allowed her to slink into my office at around 4 pm for some pre-cocktail 'refreshment' that only a skilled and devoted slave can provide.

She had on a cute black dress and leather jacket - one she had acquired during our trip to Paris - and some black tights and boots to match.

And a special treat for slave....

"I wore my special tights, slave....."

All she had to do was sit on her throne and spread those strong and muscular thighs to give her slave access to those tempting clean shaven folds.

The rest was up to me.

Slave's Long Nightmare Ending?

As reported here earlier this week, Mistress had a medical procedure last Friday which has caused the imposition of a temporary embargo on the insertion of foreign objects through the gateway presented by those alluring clean shaven folds.

That includes her "work-a-day" cock.

And while I've been allowed to worship with lips and tongue these last few days to soothe her way to a full recovery, Slave has been shut down for a whole 5 days at this point.

And, believe it or not, the "no touch" rule has been honored through this entire, ugly ordeal.

Last night I came home from work to discover Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights.

Argh.

She did allow me to worship on our bed in the UCTMW executive suite, her folds easily accessed once she spread those firm and muscular thighs.

Yum.

And we've made an "appointment" to resume full conjugal privileges this morning.

"I should be good to go in the morning, Slave, as long as you are gentle with me."

My heart skipped a beat. And her work-a-day cock gave a little twitch. Signs of life? Though I must say that the thought of returning to action makes me a little nervous.

"But what if I've forgotten how to do it, Mistress? It's been so long."

"Don't worry slave, I think I can remind you."

Let's hope.

Mistress and Slave "Pre-Game" Before a Downtown Holiday Party

Mistress and Slave had a holiday office party to attend downtown yesterday at the end of the workday. Fortunately, Mistress had a little slack in her busy schedule and was able to stop by my office for some personal attention and therapeutic ministrations before heading to our holiday frolic.

When she arrived, she found my office door closed. (Probably because I had a conference call earlier and did not want to disturb my colleagues).

Slave heard a discrete knock.

When I opened the door, I found her lovely visage - black dress, boots and tights, tasteful Southwestern jewelry - all decked out for the holiday party.

"Hmmmm.... door closed, Slave? ..... I thought you might be worshiping someone else before I arrived...."

Now that was worth a giggle. But at least it made clear what Mistress had on her mind as she sauntered into my office.

"Guess what, Slave.... I wore my special tights for you."

"Yum".

Slave slid her throne against the door. Spread out a blanket to absorb all those luscious juices, and fell to my knees as Mistress spread her legs for me.  Her "special" tights, with their strategically placed aperture, eliminate the need for all that fumbling with boots and undies, allowing her slave to efficiently get on task. They are the next best thing to email and the pdf when it comes to promoting an aging professional's productivity!

Plus feeling the smooth fabric of those black tights against the sides of my face while I placed my lips and tongue on task pushed all the kinky buttons of my tights fetish.

It seemed that Mistress fully enjoyed my efforts, sighing with the impact of a little pre-party cum before we headed out into the damp and chilly night for some holiday conviviality.

Mistress and Slave Break In Some New Peek-a-Boo Tights

After a restful and sexually abundant weekend, Mistress had another one of those early mornings on Monday .... out the door by 7:30 doesn't leave much time for our wake-up sex rituals. And to make matters worse for her poor and easily distracted slave, she slithered into a new pair of "peek-a-boo" tights before heading out to work.

I was there sipping my coffee, reading the paper, while she applied her make-up and brushed her hair in those black tights and bra.

"I will have just enough time to let you worship me, Slave...."

Kneeling at the side of the bed and applying my tongue to that little aperture at the juncture of her strong and shapely thighs just added a little more fuel to slave's simmering fire. But at least Mistress had a little starter cum to launch her day.

When she put on the final touches of her outfit -- black dress ending a few inches above the knee, those kinky new boots and a black leather jacket -- she was the perfect image of a Domme with an advanced degree and a  very high hourly rate. 

Slave was able to ride my bike to work yesterday, giving an outlet for all that excess sexual energy. Fortunately, when I got home around dusk, Mistress was waiting for me. And she hadn't changed from her work day Domme look.  When I commented on her look, she noted that at her early morning meeting one of her male clients took note.

"He said.... look at Molly in her black leather....."

"I'm sure they were all looking, Mistress....."

With a free evening before us.... the last for a while with our empty nest soon to be re-infested for the holiday....we adjourned to our bed in Mistress's Executive Suite.

"How would you like to fuck me in my peek-a-boo tights, Slave?"

I think you all know the answer to that question.

Tights Taunts / HNT

With the early cold wave here in River City comes an unexpected dividend.

Lots of ladies on the streets downtown with their tights taunting a tights fetishist such as myself.

And of course Mistress enjoys teasing her Slave... working on a weak spot for full effect.

Yesterday as I was "slaving away" at my desk, my cell phone beeped with a photo from Mistress.

"new tights" she messaged.  Here is the photo, an odd and confusing perspective, but apparently a from the top close up of Mistress after she slithered into a new pair of "peek-a-boo" tights:

It's an odd image, all curves, texture and a little hint of the aperture that makes her Oh so fuckable in those tights.

Then, when slave got home I found Mistress busily working in the UCTMW Executive Suite, with nothing on but her tights and a black bra.

Such a tease! 

After giving me the opportunity to worship, we whipped up some dinner, and watched a little TV.  Mistress was next to me on the couch, her legs in those same taunting tights stretched across her Slave's lap, allowing me to stroke and rub and kiss and fondle those tight clad toes, feet, calves and thighs.

As you can imagine, by the time our show had ended, Slave could take no more of the taunt. Fortunately, Mistress was in an indulgent mood, allowing me to unleash my pent up lust in the fashion you might expect.  

I can't think of a better nightcap, can you?

 

Mistress Gets Some "Worship" Before Her Early Curtain Call

Mistress and Slave had a restful Sunday here in River City. The one advantage of the local Pussycats melting down under the  Thursday night lights was that there was no football game to distract Slave from attending to Mistress's needs on Sunday.

So there was plenty of lazing around in the executive suite with the Times, a bike ride, some movie watching, and a late afternoon nap followed by some hot sex before dinner time.

"Why not put in your device, Slave...."

I was happy to follow orders, inserting my well lubed aneros, and delivering Mistress the type of rigid and insistent cock that she deserves.

Sadly, it's one of those very early morning meeting days for Mistress.  So there was no time for Mistress to indulge me this morning. But since she slithered into her special peek-a-boo tights, there was both temptation and opportunity for some pre- 9 am worship here. And once Mistress had her "wake-up cum" she even rolled over for a short photo op, for me to share with my fellow tights fethishists.

Hope your Monday starts as well as ours did! But not as early.

Leprechauns in Bondage

That got your attention didn't it? And what better way to celebrate a kinky St. Patrick's Day than some kinky characters steeped in Gaelic folk lore. Sadly, I must
leave such fiction to our friend 'Nilla. But then she might have the poor little fellas' imprisoned and impaled by a horny space alien with an alarming resemblance to  a giant squid. Of course, maybe the Leprechaun turns the tables:

Sadly, St. Patrick's Day got off to a slow start for this Ol' Irish Slave. Mistress had one of those ridiculous 8 am meetings to start her week, leaving wake-up sex on hold. Well, at least for me. But since it remains unseasonably chilly here in River City, she did slither into her peek-a-boo tights and make herself available for what she referred to as some quick but effective "drive by worship" before heading out the door in the pre-dawn hour. Hopefully my quick but potent "lick of the Irish" gave Mistress a little something to think about as she sat around the conference room table with all those boring guys this morning.

As for me: I have elected to forego the annual stag dinner for the friendly sons this year. No tuxedo. No open bar and "Buffet Erin". No tedious speeches and boring old guys to make small talk with while eating over cooked beef.  No Men's choir singing "Danny Boy". Instead I am hoping the "luck of the Irish" means I get lucky tonight.

If not, I might end up as testy as this guy:

Tights Hit the Post-Season

It's not exactly March Madness, but the cold snap that drove River City temperatures back into the teens, after a brief taunting from spring, had one upside: extending tights season here for just a few more days.

Ol' Mick has a bit of a tights fetish, as our most loyal readers have come to learn. So anything that adds a few days of twisted fun to my sometimes tedious work-a-day life can't be all that bad, can it?

Yesterday Mistress was dressing for work, after our satisfying wake-up sex, and seemed torn.

"It's 19 outside Slave? Can't decide - pants, or tights?"

Well she knew what my answer would be. And she even wriggled into my favorites: the peek-a-boo variety with the convenient, worship ready aperture.

The sad part is that I only got a brief sighting of her before we headed off in different directions: black skirt, ending above the knee, black tights, and black boots to finish the look. I'm sure she was turning more than a few heads through the course of her busy day. And a few texts she sent only primed my pump for some post work day worship.

Fortunately, she obliged her Slave, keeping those tights on for this photo op, some worship with my head parked at just the right strategic spot, and even slept in the tights, allowing me to sidle up to them through the night.

Very distracting!

I suspect I will get a little more fodder for my fetish when I rejoin her in bed, momentarily.

Peek-A -Boo Tights Make a Cameo Appearance

Here in River City, spring seemed  to arrive at long last yesterday. the snow is almost all melted away, and the thermometer breached 50 for the first time in what seems like ages.

Mistress was dressing for some work engagements and seemed torn: is tights' season over (frowny face from her Slave), or is this the very end of tights' season?

Instead she compromised: "just for you Slave, I'll wear my peek-a-boo tights....."

We had planned on some socializing after work, and there would be a chance for some discrete semi-public worship if we played our cards right.

But.... Mistress had a particularly stressful day, so at around 5 pm we canned our after work plans and headed home. 

All was not lost though..... when Slave got home, there she was lounging on our bed. Her black silk nightie was on, but her peek-a-boo tights remained on too.

It wasn't long before Slave had stripped off his own work clothes, and had my lips and tongue hard at work, hoping to relieve some of the stress that Mistress had over-piled up during her day.

And after I had induced one lovely cum with my oral attention.... Mistress was happy to return the favor.  First she instructed me to insert that white plastic aneros though....

"I want a particularly hard cock, Slave...."

And after she teased it with those soft and deft hands, I was given license to take my pleasure from her, my cock plunging into her clean shaven folds, through the convenient aperture in those sexy black tights.

It (almost) made me regret that winter is finally releasing it's stranglehold on the heartland!

Looking Forward to Tights Week

Yesterday, over at All Mine, Suzanne pointed out that next week has been declared by some shameless vendor or prurient blogger ""Tights Week". There's even a cool illustrated logo:

 

Of course, Slave has a bit of a fetish for a woman in tights, which Mistress has been more than happy to exploit over the years. AS I recall, the first time I laid eyes on her, at an otherwise tedious political dinner in the fall of 1987, she was wearing an unusually short dress (by River City standards) and very sexy hose that accented her incredibly long and trim legs. I was immediately smitten, and the rest is history.

However, Mistress is a stickler for an apparently unwritten fashion requirement that one only wears tights in the cold weather months. You would never see her prancing around between April 15 and October 20th or so in anything but bare legs. And of course she has the shapely and toned legs to pull that off, as visitors to this page will note. And by rationing Slave's exposure to her in tights to those limited months, she gets her Slave all the more anxious for the time when the seasons finally change and I get to observe and feel her legs encased in that tight, sensuous fabric.

I'm not quite sure where this obsession came from.... though I can recall stealing furtive glimpses of my female class mates in their hose back in my 8th  grade Catholic school days. Maybe that's why the nun clobbered me that day in class, not because she observed me "snickering" while serve as altar boy at Christmas Eve midnight mass?

In any event. tights season has arrived here in River City. On Saturday night at that house concert fundraiser we attended, many of the ladies were also decked out in various tights stylings. Mistress had the look I preferred, solid black, with black boots and a colorful silky dress that provided ample space for her legs and thighs to peek out.

But some of the overdressed 40 something house fraus, the types who spend lots of time at the gym, spend lots of cash on designer clothes, but just can't score on the "sexy" scale, were sporting some (in my book) over designed tights -  patterns that seem way too busy and distract from the "goods' they should be enhancing. Here are some examples:

 

Now maybe some of you go for this, but they don't score when it comes to my highly attuned tights fetish. 

But of course what one could not tell Saturday evening was what the ladies' skirts and dresses were hiding: were the house fraus wearing the "peek-a-boo" variety of tights that Mistress sometimes  wears, that are so suitable for office worship, or a quickie in the guest bath at some otherwise dull dinner party? That's Slave's favorite type:

In fact, Mistress has promised to drop my my office today, between meetings and a business lunch to give her Slave a little mid-day tasting opportunity. I wonder if she'll unearth some of last season's peek-a-boo tights for the occasion?

An to get in the spirit of tights week, I'm hoping that some of my fellow blogger's post pictures of themselves in tights... what about it Suzanne, Sin or 'Nilla? And what about you Tammy? If Robin can wear tights, so can you.

Snow Day

It actually snowed in River City yesterday - the first real snow of the winter, though only a paltry 3 or 4 inches. It was wet and heavy, clinging to the trees and bushes.

But it did allow local schools to use one of those reserve snow days, and provided a good excuse for Mistress and Slave to "phone it in", through the AM.

That meant a little extra hang around in bed time.

Mistress had slept in the peek-a-boo tights, which I had been allowed to fuck her in the evening before.

"It's a little cold Slave.... you don't mind if I wear them to bed do you?"

Duuuuh.

That meant that I was allowed to feast on her after my morning coffee, and then press her work-a-day cock home through that sexy aperture with her full permission. The texture of those tights sliding against my thighs and balls is always .... compelling.

We need more snow days!

Ringing Out the Old....

It's been some time since Mistress and Slave soldiered through the last week of the year at our respective offices - parts of the skeleton crews than hang in there until the bitter end. And I can't really complain. Life this week was nice and slowly paced, giving me time to catch up on some of those tasks you put off, and then  put off some more.

By yesterday, I had even run out of those tedious things to do. And since my Contract forbids engaging in the "hands on" work activities of the type our WC distracts himself with at the UCTMW Mountain Zone branch office, I was grateful for a little diversion. Mistress, our cute C0-Ed and one of her  Co-Ed  friends decided to join me for lunch. All three of them seemed of a kind, - with black boots, tights or leggings. So naturally I had to take a picture of my "booted babe" lunch companions.

(B, my colleague who has a bit of a crush on Mistress, had a sad hangdog look on his face when he saw my lunch company and was unsuccessful in wheedling an invitation to join us.  Maybe next year, B!)

After lunch, Mistress took the girls on a little shopping expedition in River City's compact middle American downtown, while her Slave went back to work.  But by around 3 or so, she sent the Co-Eds on their way, and stopped back at my office for an early departure. Hell, I was one of the last folks in my office by then.

Now, since we were heading home, it probably made more sense to wait until we were in the friendly confines of our CEO's Executive Suite for a little hanky panky.

But why wait?

"How about a little last of the year office worship, Mistress?"

"Good idea Slave.... and since I have those special tights on, I don't even have to slide off a boot."

Mistress settled into her throne, pressed against the door to assure a little privacy. She spread those delightful thighs, in their black tights .... it was enough to make even a jaded Slave squirm. If only old B knew what was going on just a few doors away.

I hesitated just a moment, to take a fetching photo, before "digging in".

After a few minutes of devotion, Mistress thighs were pressing against my cheeks, her boots draped over my back and she was moaning through a nice quaking cum.

"Mistress, with those tights and boots, you could make a Slave out of just about anyone."

"She had a pensive look for a moment.

"Do you really think so, Slave?"

Quality, Not Quantity....

This morning's title does not refer to the frequency of sexual conduct here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, but rather to the paucity of words in today's blog.

Though it was a cold, rainy,  dreary day here in River City, and Mistress and Slave were off to work like good little post-holiday drones, we seemed incapable of keeping our sexual bits to ourselves.

There was the wake-up sex, conventional but oh so satisfying.

There was the on the way to work sex, Mick's fingers dipping and swirling through the strategic aperture at the junction of Mistress's thighs, all gussied up as she was in those black boots and peek-a-boo tights, until Mistress's thighs clamped down hard, her little "no mas" sign that I had achieved my objective.

There was the home from work sex, that started "innocently" enough with a little on my knees worship, but continued through a bonus of me fucking her, con mucho gusto, through the aforementioned aperture.

And then, around 1 am, some middle of the night sex.... both of us had gone to sleep around ten, but somehow found ourselves restless and horny.

Dang.

Only one thing to do when that happens. Plus she still had those tights on, milking her Slave's fetish for all it was worth.

Which explains why Slave is up a little late this am. And under a deadline to get this done before duty calls once again.  As recompense, I've added a shot of Mistress from the Post-Christmas photo shoot.

Enjoy, all. And if anyone can hypothesize what has made us particularly concupiscent this week, please let us know.

Short Road Trip for Molly and Mick

After our wake up sex yesterday morning we were both off in different directions, until around 2 pm, when Slave picked Mistress up at her office for a quick trip to our oh so flat state capitol. We had been invited to a small political meeting with a big hitter in town from DC. It was someone we both had wanted to meet for a while now, and chose not to pass on the opportunity.

Slave was the chauffeur, while Mistress worked on her laptop, using our clever little mobile wi-fi unit. But she did remind me of a potential diversion:

"Slave.... remember I wore those special tights for you today...."

Ah, yes. The peek-a-boo tights. Mistress had a conference call to take at 3 pm, about 1/2 way on our trip, but before she geared up for that, I suggested she put down her work for a moment, to give my right hand the opportunity to provide a little "stress relief".

Always game, Mistress put her feet up on the dash, spread her thighs, and made room for Slave's questing fingers. That little aperture at the junction of those well conditioned thighs popped open with ease, giving me clear access to those slippery and clean shaven folds.

Of course, Slave had to be on the lookout. A Semi driver passing (or being passed) on our right would have had a clear look at what was "unfolding" in our humble Volvo.  Fortunately, my mission was accomplished relatively quickly, as Mistress shuddered and moaned, her hips rising up to meet my fingers not long after my little diversionary entertainment had begun.

"Ummmm.... thank you, Slave....that was nice....."

I do think it gave her a little mental break before she had to take charge of her team on the ensuing conference call.

After attending our meeting -- even more impressed that we expected to be about this data driven whiz kid - we headed back to River City, arriving around 8 pm, and settling into our executive suite with some wine and a few snacks to tide us over.

And fortunately for me, Mistress was intent on returning the favor from the orgasm I had delivered on the ride north.

"Why not put in your device (the aneros), Slave.... It's been a long day, and you may need a little 'boost'"

Well I'm not sure it was necessary, but it sure didn't hurt.

____________________

When I woke up this morning, I scanned through our blog role and noticed the jaw dropping headline over at All Mine: Bend Over Jay!.

It turns out that Jay got a little sloppy, and bet the virginity of his ass on the outcome of the U Conn / Harvard Basketball game. He gave Suzanne a 20 point spread,  which the "student athletes" at U Conn could not cover.

Oops.

Now Suzanne is (no doubt) salivating at the thought of collecting her bet. And I suspect Tammy may be doing a little chortling too!  I do wonder how Jay is going to handle this turn of the tables. Maybe the WC could do another "Tutorial" on taking it like a man.  I'm sure our readers would be amused, and it could give Jay a little aid and comfort in his time of need.

Trust But Verify

Molly has been required to focus on her work lately, and Slave's been relatively busy too. Yesterday was one of those days where we both were planning to be out the door sooner than we would like, so I abandoned the blogging early to make sure we could fit in some "help us get through the day without getting too horny" sex before putting on our games faces.

Since we would be driving separately, because of a political meeting I planned to attend at the end of the day, Mistress had strict orders before we went to sleep:

"Make sure you remember the cage tomorrow, Slave.... "

The other day, Sin had a post, no doubt inspired by the whole Herman Cain meltdown, on the subject of politicians and their proclivity to get wrapped up in sexual scandal. Well, the propensity for the straying spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend in a political campaign is not just limited to the candidates. There is something about the late hours, high stakes, spartan offices and intense deadlines that gets the hormones flowing in odd and potentially dangerous ways for  staffers and volunteers too.

The recent Clooney movie "Ides of March" (which was filmed in these parts) picks up the scent well, capturing the flavor of the spontaneous but Oh so Hot sexual couplings that can spin off when you throw together attractive and ambitious men and women far from home in  a Presidential primary campaign.

And of course Mistress knows this potential from first hand experience: she and her Slave first got involved through their interactions during the primaries of 1988.... a story I've told here before.

So, while Mistress has nothing to fear, she certainly can't be blamed for making sure her Slave is suitably "contained" before he heads to any political event as we head into the 2012 election cycle, can she?

Of course there is also a cage dividend for her: once the steel ring is properly seated, holding my cock and balls tight, it can provide her with the extra thrill of a particularly hard and persistent "work-a-day" cock.

And that's exactly what she got yesterday morning, after I warmed up those clean shaven folds with suitable worship as she read the blog.

After we came down from those morning  festivities, it was up and into the shower for us. Once dried off, I slid the cover onto the cage, and handed Mistress the lock to make sure I was all secured away for the day.

She gave me that little smile, and closed the hasp nice and tight.

"Feel better, Mistress?"

"Absolutely, Slave...."

One thing she called to my attention as i was suiting up was that she was wearing those special "peek-a-boo tights", a new pair she had picked up over the weekend at Nordstrom's. (I had my camera handy, so had to take the picture above to share, just as Mistress finished up her morning blow dry.)

"Hmmmm.... but you aren't coming over for worship, Mistress..... have other plans?"

"You never can tell what opportunities will arise, Slave."

Unfortunately, they didn't have peek-a-boo tights when I first met Mistress, back during the Dukakis campaign.

Endurance

Let me get to the heart of the matter. And I realize that this may strike a terrible blow to the credibility of Molly and Mick as the couple with (allegedly) the most active sex life in the blog-o-sphere. (Not including masturbation .... that title clearly belongs to the WC).

THERE WAS NO SEX HERE TUESDAY!

You see, Mistress had a day trip to the Big Apple with some colleagues. It was a dreary cold and rainy day. Like a good Slave, I offered to drive her  to the airport and pick her up. We had to rise at 5 am, and well.... that's just too danged early for our typical wake up sex. And Mistress was so focused on putting on all the armour for an important new business pitch that she did not even have time to read the blog and enjoy the attention of Mick's well trained lips and tongue.

She did snap this photo of her "Day in the City" boots, as we drove in the rain and dark yesterday morning, leaving at around 5:30 am. She mentioned she had worn those special peek-a-boo tights, a little tantalizing hint of what might be in store when she returned. (Or for anyone happening to be in the right vantage point during the day should she uncross those very fit legs with her skirt hiked up just a bit).

Her plane returned to River City a little past schedule, at around 7:30 pm. Amazingly, it was still dark and the rain had gotten even worse. By the time we got home, Slave was hungry, and made a turkey sandwich from our TG Day leftovers. We relaxed, settled into the couch and caught up on our day, watched a bit of the Woody Allen documentary we had DVR'ed from last week. But not long after the part about the filming of Manhattan (Slave's favorite movie of all time!), I noticed that Mistress was drifting off.

My window of opportunity had shut. And though she was still in those peek-a-boo tights, by the time I got her up to bed, she was actually too exhausted for worship, let alone allowing me to fuck her.

The poor girl had a long and stressful day. And was certainly entitled to take a pass.

But I don't think the winter here will be quite as cold and lonely as the kind these poor suckers had:

Mistress was merciful enough that she slept in those special tights, and Slave will be heading upstairs soon to the Executive suite, to take full advantage. See, I am a pampered Slave after all.

Three Strikes

I suspect this blog creates the impression that Molly and Mick are always chipper and upbeat. That we are relentlessly courteous to one another. That we live in a drama free zone where, like a kinky version of that mythical Minnesota Town, the cunts are always dripping, the dicks are never flacid, and the cock cages never get tarnished.

Hate to break the news, but even we can have a bad day here at UCTMW, one that requires a little energy and humility to overcome.

Our day started a bit too early yesterday morning. Both of us had early downtown meetings. And Mistress had been up the night before working on a project. So there was no sex to begin the day.

Strike one.

Then, in the car, as we game planned the rest of our too busy week, trying to figure out how to get Surly teen #1’s care serviced, get to the gym, make sure that a car was available for Surly teen #2’s dentist appointment, blah, blah, blah, Mistress got a little snappish:

“Don’t lecture me…..”

Strike two.

That quieted things down for the rest of the ride to work, as you might imagine.

I dropped Mistress at her meeting, then went to mine.

We did exchange mushy text messages from our meetings. Little peace feelers. And when Mistress called me on her walk back to her office, we seemed to be in a better space.

We also talked as she walked to and from a lunch engagement, at a posh downtown Club where all of the corporate lions of River City gather at noon time, to tut tut about our nation’s slow descent into socialism, as they export jobs and their bank accounts to warmer and more congenial climes.

No doubt he would be much admired in her black dress, with those lovely slits showing off those strong shapely legs in black tights and her over the knee boots. Very Tina Turner.

But it was around 3 pm that I got a rather snippy text from her:

“You never invited me over for worship today when I was walking around, Slave.”

Ooops. Strike 3.

“You seemed so busy, Mistress.”

“No excuse.”

At this point my initial instinct was to get defensive …. But I quickly realized that would put us back on a downward slope. Instead, I groveled.

“I deserve punishment, Mistress.”

“Yes, you do…. What if I come over now.”

“Excellent.”

Within about 5 minutes, she strode into my office. Looking hot. (I forgot to ask whether any of those corporate lions flirted with her…. Another demerit.)

“I can’t believe I had to ask for worship, Slave….. and here I am in my special tights.”

That was a surprise…. Usually I get advance notice, to remind me how to plan my day.

“Hmmmm…. Did you wear those for someone other than me, Mistress.”

“No…. but I probably should have.”

No further discussion was required. I pressed her “throne” up against the door, spread out the maroon blanket, and fell to my knees. With those peek-a-boo tights, Mistress was ready for action. No need to remove her boots.

“Take your time, Slave…. I’m taking a photo that I want to see posted on the blog.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Suffice it to say that I did take my time, with Mistress’s legs over my shoulders, holding me firmly in place, as I proceeded to bring her to two robust little cums to break the chill.

Hopefully I had redeemed myself, but I suspected there might be further consequences for my poor attitude and negligent behavior. If any of you out there have any suggestions, I am sure Mistress would welcome them.

Later, at home, things were back to “normal”, which suggested that groveling was definitely my best path to redemption.

Mistress and I were sitting in bed, resting up a bit, checking your blogs on our laptops, before it was time to prepare dinner.

The WC had been texting Mistress, and I suggested that she ask him if he was going to respond to Suzanne’s comment, requesting that he describe his first use of the “diaper position.”

The WC, who apparently does not want to get all that lube residue on his computer keyboard, quickly responded.

“He says he is going to dictate the story to his Slave Molly, while she wears that buttefly vibrator, Slave…. What do you think of that….”

“I think you would probably like that, Mistress….”

“Yes, Slave…. I probably would.”

By the time the teens were fed, and we were done watching #POTUS do his #SOTU (too much tweeting last night!), there was still time for some hanky panky. And I was fortunate that Mistress was in a forgiving mood.

“Are you finally ready to fuck me now, Slave…”

“I am fortunate that you are allowing it after my misbehavior today, Mistress….”

“Yes, you are a very lucky, Slave.”

Amen.