Our friend M from out west recently composed this little story. He gave us permission to share it with our vast array of disciples. (Other comments and contributions are always encouraged. Sometimes this "journalist" gets a little lazy).
Molly was having lunch with her new associate, D. They had appropriated a conference room of their mutual client, enjoying some carry out sushi.
D was tall, about her age. Fit. Athletic. Clever. The type with whom Molly could imagine a little adventure. She had already told Mick of his potential as a lover on the side. (She did revel in taunting Mick now that her contract gave her certain rights her Slave did not enjoy).
One of her clients had asked Molly and D to travel together to collaborate on some development work . Over lunch, they were planning their trip. D’s phone rang and he answered, listening to a female voice. His face darkened. He excused himself, stepping outside the conference room into a quiet hallway.
Molly was curious. Pretending to stretch her legs, she walked closer to the doorway, listening as best she could.
“I specifically told you not to do that …I will be home right after lunch. I want to find you naked in the corner, on your knees, with the hairbrush out. I'm going to blister your bare bottom. “
D snapped his phone shut and turned on his heel. Molly had to quickly scurry back to her place at the conference room table
“Problems?”
“Nothing I can’t handle”.
Molly had a curious look on her face.
“You heard that conversation didn't you”.
“Yes”, she admitted, blushing.
“That’s OK, I have what you could call an unconventional relationship with my wife. I don't hide it.”
“What kind of relationship?”
“ She is my submissive. I am her Master.”
“ Really?”, Molly said, acting a bit more naïve about the concept of D/s than she, in fact, was. Interesting.
“Yes, and I have found the strict corporal punishment and other …methods…, help keep her in line.”
“Hmmm, what other methods?”
“When we were in Germany I bought her a custom fitted chastity belt.”
“And Why did you do that?”
“To make her more submissive. More under my thumb. But also because she was a chronic masturbator. “
She was spending far too much time pressing a powerful vibrator to her clit, having the most lurid fantasies she would describe to me after her little sessions. Very self indulgent.”
Molly blushed thinking of the Mornings after Mick left for when, when she had done just the same.
“Well that is quite unconventional”
“Yes, but it works well for us”.
Will you lock her in that …. belt when we travel together?”
“Yes, of course. She can’t be trusted otherwise.”
“Oh my,....”.
Molly hesitated, blushed, then decided to take the plunge:
“Is it my imagination or have you been flirting with me these last few weeks, D.?
“Probably. Can’t help it. I find you very attractive”, he said.
“But I'm a married woman”.
“Yes I know. But my wife and I have an agreement. It’s called cuckholding. I can sleep with anyone I like while she is locked in her chastity device. It drives her crazy when I give her the ‘blow by bow’ later on. But Molly, I know you are happily married. I'm just flirting with you. Pay me no mind.”
Molly sat back stunned. She decided to take another plunge.
“You know I have a rather uncoventional relationship with Mick as well. It is all an unbelievable coincidence”.
After she shared some of the lurid details, it was D’s turn to sit back, stunned.
Wow”. he said, “this trip is going to be a lot more fun than I thought. … But, you know, Molly, I am not submissive….”
“Yes I can certainly see that Molly” smiling, eyebrow raised.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Mistress Utilizes Japanese Management Techniques
Mick and Molly spent Saturday evening at a dinner party hosted by one of River City’s iconic political dudes and his wife. He’s a former 60’s impresario of rock and roll and publican, who moved onto a broader community portfolio later in life. His career path is similar to the current Mayor of Denver, who’s family came from these parts. His guests last night were an eclectic bunch, including an car company manager who grew up hereabouts and his younger Japanese wife.
As we explored how this couple met in Japan a few years back, we riffed on the differences between husband and wife relationships in the “Floating Kingdom” and The U S of A. The couple told us that in Japan, men dominate the work culture, but t at home, the wives are in charge, from controlling the purse to ruling domestic life generally.
I noted, with a little under the table squeeze of Mistress’s black tighted thigh, that we have adopted Japanese management techniques in our household. Mistress confirmed my observation, but noted that it took me about 18 years to come around to finally acknowledging that it was her destiny to rule.
Of course this generated laughs and nods all around. But if only the assembled guests knew that the older gent at the end of the table had agreed by contract to submit to his younger, devastatingly attractive wife.
They should have been flies on the wall the night before…
We were hunkered down at home as snow began to fall. The locals were in full panic at the thought of 5 inches of snow tumbling onto their hilly streets. The Groceries were reported clogged with shoppers stocking up on water and condiments as if nuclear winter was about to descend.
We settled before our big screen computer to gorge via “Crackle” on some early episodes of “Damages”. We had heard good things about the show but missed it the first time around.
Check it out. Glenn Close plays the scariest lawyer I have ever seen (and I have been exposed to more than my fair share, including my first wife.)
Oddly, this character reprises Close’s “bunny boiling” villainy from “Fatal Attraction”, by having her order the assassination of acute little puppy in season one. I guess pet killing is metaphor for ball busting? But we digress…
We cuddled up, watched a few episodes, drank some wine, ate some day old chili. Cozy fun. But by bed time, Slave was tired. We had quite robust sex twice earlier in the day, once in the morning, and again after work. Quite frankly, I would have been happy to take a pass.
But Mistress has needs.
“You seem tired Slave?”
“Yes, aren’t you?”
“Not too tired…”
“I would be happy to worship, Mistress” (this is Slave code for can I suck your cunt, then go to sleep?)
“I think I want to play with your cock, Slave”.
“Of course you can, it’s yours Mistress”
“Yes, Slave, it is.”
Mistress was wearing one of her seductive little numbers, all lacy and feminine. A texture and look that always helps a Slave focus. She climbed up off the bed, fumbled for something in her closet, and came back with a vivid leather turquoise colored glove on her right hand.
“On your back, Slave.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The supple leather of her glove found my soft cock.
“Not, too impressive, Slave.”
“No Mistress. I am a little tipsy, tired. Sorry.”
I was concerned that despite her efforts, Mistress would not be able to make things come out the way she likes her cock. This could be …bad.
But resigned to my fate, I lay back, relaxed, prepared to “suffer” the consequences, however embarrassing or pleasurable they might be.
It turned out that surrendering to my fate at Mistress’s clever fingers was the ticket.
Soon I was hard, moaning, ready. But Mistress was not cutting to the chase.
She positioned me to her requirements, then slid her hips over my face, her tongue gently teasing my now firm tool.
“You know what to do, Slave.”
I set about my task, my face buried in her fragrant opening, that was now pressing hard against my open mouth. My tongue probed and explored inside, making her squirm and press even harder against me. My lips captured her oh so responsive clit, and I tugged at it, making her undulations against me all the more frantic.
Meanwhile, Mistress had taken me into her mouth, and the combination of her soft tongue and lips and the crafty, gloved fingers toying with my balls took me from “zero to hero” ( or deadbeat to dynamo) in a few delightful minutes.
Mistress ultimately succumbed to the suction that drew her tenderest parts into my greedy mouth. Squirm as she did, I would just not let go. She gave out her little cry of surrender, and collapsed onto my face that by now was showered with her delicious juices.
Then she rolled over, satisfied, a hand still gripping my hungry cock.
“May I fuck you now, Mistress.”
“But I thought you were tired, Slave. Wouldn’t want to wear you out.”
“You seem to have rejuvenated me, Mistress.”
“If you beg, I may be generous, Slave.”
More begging. Groveling. Me pumping against Mistress’s tight grip. Argh.
But Mistress is kind, and after sufficient begging, I was finally allowed to demonstrate that I had somehow found my second wind.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The arsonist returns.
http://vanillamom.wordpress.com/2010/02/06/subbie-conclusion/
Here is the continuation / conclusion of 'Nilla's inflammatory tale based on some characters our readers might find familiar.
Thanks for the inspiration, 'Nilla.
Here is the continuation / conclusion of 'Nilla's inflammatory tale based on some characters our readers might find familiar.
Thanks for the inspiration, 'Nilla.
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