Ten of Mistress's Many Attributes

For weeks (years actually) I have been telling Mistress how much I worship her body.  In all honesty, once I decided to surrender completely to her, abandon my former arrogance and admit I am her slave, I probably have expressed my appreciation for her and her body more thoroughly. And of course I have spent more time tucked away in its various nooks, crannies and crevasses to develop a better sense of appreciation.

Mistress likes to hear that, but has demanded specifics. Something more concrete than “wow, I love this little part of you right here”. “Put it down in writing, Slave”, she commands. And her command is something I take quite seriously these days.

Due to understandable privacy concerns, there are no photos of Mistress posted here, though I do have some juicy ones in my private stash.  I am thinking that it might be proper to share some choice parts with our broad readership from time to time, so will begin snapping, cutting and cropping (no, not that kind) in the days to come, now that I have discovered how to illustrate this crazy blog.

But to give you a taste of what is in store, and in a very rough order of priority, I present :

MY TOP TEN FAVORITE PARTS OF MISTRESS’S BODY:

10. Her neck: long, silky skin, where she touches herself with that musky, arousing perfume. A place where my mouth and nose can provoke lovely squirmy responses from her when we lay in bed, or as we stand and clutch in my office.

9. Her feet: Slender toes with painted nails. Soft on top. Roughly textured underneath. They respond to my massages as if they have a life of their own, muscles rippling beneath the surface. When I kiss them, sliding my tongue between each toe, I can taste and smell the leather of her boots.

8. Her Hair: Full, dark, long, cascading over her shoulders. I can lift it to touch the back of her neck, or to attach a black leather collar on our Sunday morning switch times. When she is astride me, on the brink of orgasm, it whips across my face life a heavenly lash.

7. Her Back: Broad shoulders from lifting weights. Flawless skin, silkier now that she is avoiding all that sun. When I rub her back and shoulders she relaxes into the bed, and her pelvis does a slow wriggle that makes it seem she is making love to an imaginary cock.

6. Her Legs – Mistress first came onto my radar screen more than 20 years ago. The first thing I noticed were her long, strong, shapely legs in a short, fashionable dress. They are every bit as attractive now, and make me stare particularly these days in her black tights and boots.

5. The surface of her skin from the sides of her breasts, extending up the insides of her arms- Is there a name for that space. When I make love to Mistress, my face and mouth spend time exploring here, to our mutual delight,  as I hold her arms above her head, pretending, if only for a moment to be in charge.

4. Her Breasts- They are full and firm, topped with delightful large nipples befitting a mom who put them to their proper use a few years back (more on those later).Mistress claims I am not really into her breasts, but I do love how firm hers are after these years together, their special taste, and how she responds when I squeeze and fondle them through her dress or blouse when we make out in the car, or in my office.

3. Her Nipples- They have seemed particularly perky of late. Thick. Long. Very firm and erect after an orgasm or two. She seems to enjoy it when I take them in my mouth or squeeze them tightly between my fingers. We need to work on these. Playing with them more firmly could be a way to make her submit more completely when we switch roles from time to time. Clips?

2. Her Bottom- Firm from all that bike riding and exercise.  Generous ( I’m not into those ultra-skinny chicks). Soft skin that responds to my touch. A little opening that tightly hugs my lubricated finger when I decide to entertain her that way, making her squirm in a very delicious way.

1.Her Cunt: Thinking with my penis again? Not really.  I am thinking of the time I spend buried between her legs, either under the sheets as she reads my morning homework or emails a would be lover, or on my knees, when I worship her at the end of the day or when she drops by my office..  I relish the well  trimmed patch of fur that captures and preserves the addictive aroma and taste that obsesses me; the folds of skin I can burrow onto with my tongue and lips to retrieve the little pink bud of her clit; he silky texture inside that I explore with my fingers (and yes, my cock) as I bring her to the edge. And the muscles that clutch me when she comes either gently or with a sobbing frenzy.

Since this is the dawn of the day after my abstinence day, I am hopeful that Mistress is pleased with my effort on this assignment, and will not send me back to re-write.

Office Visit

Mistress stopped by my office yesterday between meetings in our not quite bustling downtown. I work near the top of a 90’s era office tower. My years of grinding away have earned me a corner office, with nice views overlooking our City and the River that runs past it.

On each side of me are less senior female employees in smaller offices. My assistant is just a few feet out the door, probably surfing the internet or chatting with friends on the phone, until I have the temerity to give her some real work to do.

I usually keep the door open, so my colleagues can feel free to share updates on the work we share, or talk about the latest coaching move for the local college football team. This is a career that has its challenges and fun, but on some days it can seem that the years have passed in a blur with the same clutter in the corner of my spacious confines that was there 10 years ago.

 Mistress’s visits in these last few months have upset that tedium in a profoundly pleasing way.

On this day she walked in unannounced, between her business meetings. She is well known here, and need not wait in the reception area to be announced – what sort of Mistress would held up by a gate-keeper?

She was looking particularly powerful: form fitting black dress ending a few inches above her knees. Long dark hair up for a little more business cred. Black tights to fight off the chilling December air, and black boots almost touching her knees.

She shared some details of her day as I rose to hug her. I closed the door and we kissed tentatively, me concerned about messing up her red lipstick. But she insisted on a “real” kiss, lipstick be damned, so we did as my hands explored her breasts through that black dress. (I guess I should have asked permission?)

I knew she was on a tight schedule, so as we broke the clench, and  I pulled the side chair against the door. My door has no lock, but a chair probably would slow the colleague or assistant who might be inclined to barge in with important news or today’s mail. She sat. I knelt before her, rubbing my face and mouth against the tops of her boots, then  the insides of her thighs, enjoying the friction of my skin against the fabric of her opaque black hose, before pressing my mouth and nose against her divine cunt, already betraying her arousal.

Sometimes Mistress will tie my hands behind me with a brown leather strap we keep in a drawer at the office for such occasions. But not today.

Maybe its time to mention that yesterday, like most work days, I was wearing my cock cage. And, as always, the key was back at home in a secure location. As I kneel there between Mistress’s spread legs, I know there is no point in even considering that Mistress might return the favor until later that evening. So there is an added, frustrating  edge to the service I will be performing, knowing that it is all about Mistress’s pleasure, as it should be.

After gorging myself on the delights of sucking Mistress’s juices through her tights and black panties, she sat up a bit and pulled them down to her boot tops, allowing her just enough  room to spread her firm, toned thighs to accommodate my mouth and tongue.

AS my face buried itself there, my senses took in her full taste and aroma, something that has become increasingly addictive as my submission to her has grown deeper. And my cock strained against the confines of its cage. Ouch.

There are two techniques the slave employees under these circumstances. Tongues and fingers work well in a roundabout path to building Mistress to a slow, powerful orgasm. Sucking on Mistress’s red, swollen and glistening clit is the more direct route, and its what I usually choose in my office, when we can hear my colleagues talking and passing by my door, only feet away. As we build to that moment, Mistress begins to squirm in the chair, her hips thrusting out to meet my mouth, her face reddening, eyes closing. Its always a mystery to me what goes through Mistress’s mind as she comes that way, head gently pushing against the door behind her. And I wonder if my office neighbors can hear her muffled groan or strained breathing, or the beat her head must make against that door,  as she reaches her crescendo.

Afterwards, I settle back onto my butt and rest as she recovers, before she stands to rearrange her disheveled cloths.

She kisses me again. Re-applies smeared lipstick. Shakes off the languor that might otherwise cloud her mind after a compelling sexual experience, and is ready for action again. She has another important business meeting and its time to move on.

Mistress's Glove Put to Delightful Use

This evening when I got home from work, Mistress was still under the weather. She was willing to let me worship though, and I peeled down her tights and had the chance to taste and smell her and bring her to orgasm.

Afterwards we lay on our bed, and Mistress put on her long black glove. Using it to stroke and fondle my cock and balls, she  quickly had me begging for the chance to enter her. She made me beg for a while, but soom allowed me to mount her, me murmuring various fantasies into her ear. She reached between our legs and used the glove to stroke my balls as I slid into her.

As I was close to begging for the privilege to come, she told me to stop, and announced she was going to use the glove to masturbate while I watched. And she did, taking her time to bring herself to orgasm, with me laying there next to her, still hard and wanting her, wondering what fantasies were running through her brain as she brought herself off.

Fortunately she allowed me to enter her again and finally consented to my own orgasm.  Thank you mistress, with an assist to the glove.

Mistress's Casting Call on Hiatus

Last Friday, maybe in reaction to the relief of being past the Thanksgiving Feast, Mistress and Slave got a little crazy. On our bike ride we talked about how to fill the void left by the vanished E. He had gotten Mistress all wound up with thoughts of spanking and submission, only to disappear from view. I suggested maybe a casting call for a DOM who could explore with Jennifer her new found dark desires. It was a fantasy too good to simply fantasize about it seemed, particularly to two folks inclined to act on our instincts a bit too readily. So I wrote and Mistress revised a posting for Craigslist. Here it is:

"Casting Call for Part Time Dom

An attractive married woman looking for an intriguing , well educated man, 40-60, prepared to discretely teach me how to submit. If you want to know more about what will interest me go to the blog referenced at the Twitter page “UnderContract”, and see the entry of November 25, 2009.

If you think you are the needle in this hay stack, then respond via email or comment on the “UnderContract” blog page. I will need some accurate and detailed biographical information before making contact."

What happened next surprised us. We expected 2 or 3 responses, none particularly interesting. Instead more than a dozen came in. Most failed the threshold test. No biographical information. No effort to read the blog or figure out what Mistress might actually be interested in. These guys were too lazy to be worth engaging.

Some tried the gross out approach, with a photo that included a penis but no face, or the suggestion that she was wacky but sure made the respondent's cock hard. One offerred access to a "fuck pad" in our old neighborhood, fully equipped with state of the art equipment. WOnder what his landlord thinks.Or maybe he's the landlord.

But a handful did their homework. Their responses (if not all of their photos) were provocative, sought to push some of the buttons one could find with at least a passing review of the blog, and introduced some concepts that we had overlooked. On observed that her surrender would put this Slave under the new DOM's control. Yikes. Would he get the key to my cock cage?

There was one who only wanted to dominate intelligent woman with a point of view, not the sniveling slave ordinaire. Mistress certainly qualifies there, and she took notice. This guy liked a challenge, and Mistress would surely provide one.

Another promised that his experience with sailing made him handy with knots, and that he could wield a whip in a way that would make her tingle. That made us tingle.

Mistress sorted through the list, deleting some out of hand, saving others for further review. The keepers are all filed away for further reference. Mistress even sent some preliminary questions to two applicants who promptly and courteously responded.And after reviewing the options we had some extraordinarily robust sex on Saturday afternoon, contemplating the scenarios that these would-be DOM's brought to mind.

But that evening Mistress kind of freaked. Were we really thinking about involving a stranger in our relationship? What about safety and health issues? Or even potential blackmail? The enticing concept of submitting to E arose from her comfort level and familiarity with him, something unique that a guy from cyberland can't replicate in any way shape or form. It was a rare lightning strike. Not something that can be replicated on Craigslist.

So the casting call is on hiatus. It may be one of those Hollywood movies that never get made, or gets made years later with a different director and cast. (Thinking Sweeney Todd). As one of our blogland commenters suggested, better to do this with someone you know and trust, or not at all.

For those would be DOMS out there who remain intrigued, my only suggestion is that you follow us here, comment, let us know your own thoughts on life, love, and sex. Email Mistress if you have the address. Let her know what she might have in store if she (or we) showed up in your lair someday.

Maybe someday you will seem familiar, compelling, reliable and stimulating enough to Mistress that she will feel secure enough to reach out. Or even compelled to reach out, as if she had no will of her own. (Isn't that the idea?)

But it won't happen anytime soon.