Slave "Multi-Tasks"

It was certainly nice to have some quality material yesterday from Donna to tide us over here at UCTMW as I scrambled to cover for  the WC in the realm of keeping Mistress satisfied, while recovering from a cold and going about my normal duties.  Thank you, Donna!

It’s also interesting to see the different types of commentary that develops when Donna posts. A good deal more of the supportive sub sisterhood chatter, which is certainly endearing. I called her last night, on the way to a speaking engagement at for a local political group, and mentioned all of her supportive comments.

“You know Donna, the WC got some different types of responses when he posted that tutorial about taking a virginal ass (there is a link on the side of the page now …. It seemed more in the nature of folks raising there hands and sliding down their panties.”

Donna’s posting got some of you talking about toys, which reminded me to share this article from Salon("Busted"), describing the problems that can arise when one’s toys are misplaced.   Some cautionary, and funny tales, for all of you.

Our next bit of reportage from Donna will be about the toy she received in the mail recently from EdenFantasies.com, as part of our new “shameless pandering for free sex toys” promotion. Here is her little teaser:

“Also, the first toy for review arrived in today's mail. It was addressed to Molly (no last name) at this address. If I play my cards right we might be able to start working on evaluating the G-Spot Massager later this evening. The box also included a tote bag that has the words: "Eden Fantasy’s Sexy & Smart" in three inch hot pink and shocking green letters. I can't wait to take that one to the Bi-Lo to tote my groceries in!”

I’m sure that bag will be an interesting ice breaker in the check-out line.

Well, enough with toys….I due owe you all a brief update on my struggles to please Mistress here while the WC was on his extended holiday.  With such short notice it was impossible to recruit and screen a suitable temp personal trainer, so I just amped up my own personal devotions, even though I probably qualified for a sick leave of my own.

First, so far this week Mistress has stopped by my office for worship on three separate occasion. The efficiency of these visits has been enhanced by the end of tights season, so all it takes is sliding down her black panties, and I can be on my knees and on task.

Tuesday morning, she had an early meeting downtown, so was already being pleasured by 10 am. Such a fitting alternative to the traditional morning coffee break.

But that only kept Mistress’s needs in check for a few hours. By around three that afternoon I was receiving emails reflecting her healthy appetites:

“When do I get my cock!”

“Hopefully tonight, Mistress….”

By Tuesday evening my fever had subsided enough that I was prepared to offer up that sad cock to the task of pleasing her, but only after savoring her delicious, salty juices after another session at spinning class with our daughter.  She seemed pleased as I brought her over the edge, but saw it only as an appetizer.

“ Are you going to make love to me now, Slave…. It’s been since Sunday morning.”

I knew the quality of my performance could be in doubt, so suggested a little extra assistance.

“You may want to have me put in my device, Mistress.”

I know, that’s a little uppity of me, but I felt it could be helpful in getting me to critical mass. (Sorry, all these nuclear puns are a bit too top of mind these days).

And sure enough, with a little invasive action from behind, and the help fo Mistress’s loving lips and tongue, Slave was finally able to perform his marital duties. Mistress seemed pleased, though I was a sodden mess afterwards.

It seemed as though my efforts in bed on Tuesday night finally did break my fever. So by Wednesday morning, my “little cock that could” was quite up to the task of serving  Mistress’s needs before we headed to work.

Mistress joined me for lunch yesterday, and of course I made sure to feast on her a bit before we headed off for some nicoisse salads at a local café in downtown River City. I learned then that the WC may soon be back in action.

“I talked to him a bit this morning, Slave…. Sounds like he’s headed home this evening. He says he’s missed all the blog action.  And my sexy voice.”

I am sure he has…. And I suspect Mistress has missed him. Let’s up he is tan, ready and rested and able to pick up his share of the “burden”.

” here at UCTMW.

Staffing Crunch at UCTMW Enterprises, LLC

UCTMW Enterprises, LLC

MEMORANDUM

FROM: Mick Collins, Executive Editor

TO: All Staff, World Wide.

RE: Unexpected Staffing Crunch

Late last week our Western Correspondent and the CEO’s personal trainer broke the news that he is talking some “personal days” this week, apparently for a little ski holiday with his clan. While we always want our staff to enjoy the personal and vacation days they accrue, we were a little surprised. After all, it seemed like it was only a week or two ago that M was off on an extended medical leave, attributed to complications arising from that whole frozen cock situation.



So the rest of us may have to do some multitasking this week to keep the vast media empire humming, and also to keep our CEO and my Mistress fully satisfied.

Of course, I will give M credit for trying to hold up his duties until he headed out for the slopes this morning.

On Friday night, Molly was staying in her grandmother’s house, in a little single bed, with her mother in a bed only a few feet away. (Imagine Ricky and Lucy, sleeping in those separate sitcom beds all those years ago.

“M was texting me, Slave… Those little salacious texts… I think he wanted me to call him so he could get me off, but there was no privacy.”

“Poor Mistress… all horny in bed, with Mom keeping an eye on you….”

“Yes, Slave it was sad….”



And I must say, I felt I came up a little lame today.

I woke up too early, and by the time Mistress was ready to take me back into her bed, well, I was feeling a little exhausted, so we deferred switch day and just had some warm and tender morning sex, followed by a restful nap.

Now Mistress wasn’t complaining. It seemed rather cold here this morning, and I think she was happy to stay under the covers, rather than get tied to the bed and cropped as I had planned for her.

“How about we do it later this afternoon, Mistress….”

“That’s perfectly fine, Slave.”

Well as the day went on we took a long double hill climb bike ride in a cold drizzle. Then I was off to the grocery for some dinner items.

But by the time I got home, it was pretty obvious that some sort of feverish cold or flu was kicking in. Mistress let me cuddle next to her in bed, and some sleep made me feel a tad better. But I was hardly up for Switch Day.

“I feel like I let you down, Mistress….”

And it seemed like I let M down too. He was texting Mistress, wanting to know what kinky rituals were unfolding here at the World HQ. Sadly, Mistress had to report “nada”.

But Mistress was understanding, patting me on the head and offering to dig up some meds for me.

It was about then that I read Suzanne’s  post today at ALL Mine, in which she whined a bit about Jay’s “horrific” cold, and its sad impact on her Saturday and Sunday orgasm count.

Now I don’t know about Jay, but I think I am a good trooper when under the weather. It may come from the influence of my Dad, a WWII vet who spent some ugly time on Okinawa in the final days of the war. He never talked about it much, but I suspect what he saw there made him rather immune to whining about conventional aches and pains. Expect when he was hospitalized once for a life threatening illness, I can’t recall him ever taking a sick day.

He expected the same from his sons. (the daughters, on the other hand got cut lots of slack). Of course, one can take this a little too far. My younger brother died at 52 after a massive heart attack, after putting off an appointment for a stress test because he was too busy at work.

Hopefully, old Mick is not that crazy. I do get an annual physical. But Suzanne’s blog did get me off the dime. I reached under the bed for the trusty power tool, and surprised Mistress when I thumbed it on.

“I may be too tuckered to deliver a hard one Mistress, but I think you deserve some Hitachi action.”

“Oh Slave….”

I think she was feeling a little sorry for her feverish Slave.

She didn’t put up an argument though as I wedged the churning tool against the juncture of her lovely thighs.

But getting back to our short staffing situation this week. I did do a little web search for a temp agency that might provide personal training services while M is off on his holiday. But they didn’t seem to offer the sort of specialized services that our WCC/PTTTCEO provides.

I hope our staff will put their heads together and let us know if you have any thoughts on how to keep our CEO pleased over the next week.

Sometimes it does take a village.