Some Blogs Write Themselves (or Collaborators Write Them for You)

Molly and Mick had a busy Saturday morning. After our morning engagement between the sheets, Molly was off to various beauty treatments (even a sex goddess needs occasional maintenance), and I had some home repair and gardening to tend to at home.

Mistress did call as I was painting a closet to tell us our western correspondent, M, had sent her a photo via text message (no, nothing prurient, a shot from a golf course with mountains in the background).

“I think he’s flirting with me, Slave.”

“Of course he is, Mistress. And you love it.”

When we reunited, Mistress took her nap privileges (sex goddesses need their beauty rest too), and I joined her in bed with the Times.

But when naptime was over it was time for Mistress to slide into her harness. She had promised a nice ass fucking and was prepared to deliver. It had been a few Saturdays since we had indulged in that particular ritual. And the absence had taken its toll: Slave had probably been a little too uppity in the last week or so, and needed to be reminded who was in charge.

With Mistress in her strap on, the hard plastic cock protruding between her legs, she reached for her laptop to check our account.

“I wonder if M has read this morning’s blog, Slave. It might drive him a little crazy”.

Sure enough, there was an email from M, which Mistress read to me, her laptop resting against the plastic cock resting between her legs.



It’s very flattering and very hot to be the subject of your play time. Very curious I had much the same fantasy about our visit. I have not yet talked to B about any sex play, but I will share my fantasy.

It also involved Molly being forced to strip naked for inspection. I am sure B would be curious too as she is a curious girl just like Molly. Then definitely being put over my knee for a good sound bare bottom spanking. Perhaps then over B's knee, although for Molly’s sake I hope not, as B is very strict and spanks very soundly. (actually i'd love to see that). Then I imagined Molly being bound over some piece of furniture with her bare bottom high in the air, her legs spread and her breasts available for some torment.

I know B has always had a fantasy of putting nipple clamps on another girl’s nipples. She likes the idea of big fat nipples being clamped and controlled by her.

While B was doing that I could be spreading Molly wide open, sliding my fingers inside, seeing just how wet she was. I would then pull out my big cock and rub it up and down Molly’s slit. B would say “go ahead and grab her hips and fuck her hard.” B could then grab Molly’s hair and force her to look her right in the eye and beg her to let her cum. B would say ram your cock in her hard and make her cum. I would do just that grabbing Molly’s hips and fucking her deep and hard with my big fat cock, splitting her wide open and making her cum hard.

Wow. B is at a soccer game and my cock is rock hard just writing that. I think I'll have to go take care of that right now. Hope you guy get as hot reading this story as I had telling it.

Mistress was more than amused by this incendiary email. Clearly, M’s thought patterns were going in the same deviant direction as her own. I was simply lying next to her, and as she read to me, my cock was beginning to thicken.

“I want you to make your cock hard for me Slave, while I respond to M.”

I did as directed, using my hand to stroke my cock. It’s something I do not have the privilege to do without Mistress’s permission.

“I guess B does not impose the ‘no masturbation rule without permission’ rule on M.”

“I guess not Slave, it’s one area where I seem to be a bit stricter.”

As I followed Mistress’s directions, she was typing her response to M:



Mick and I just read your emails. We just woke up from a nap and are getting ready for Mick’s afternoon of domination (then he is taking me out to dinner for Mother’s day – just us, no kids – great mom, right?) Mick is fine with you wanting to fuck me –

The problem with me is that I have trouble keeping life on the fantasy-only level. Things you do not know, I am also a mini- (I mean mini not full-fledged) geologist like your sister and very much an outdoors person -- (I am making Mick get his cock hard now while I write)...I have climbed some big ones (Rainier and the Grand Teton, etc)...so I am an “if it is there, climb it girl”.

That gets to you and B and the fantasy -- let's make it happen. Then I would not have to come home and report to Mick about my encounter -- he would be there, etc.

glad that your liked his blog-- yes your writing got us hot -- now off to it…Molly”



Molly read her response to me as I continued to stroke my cock. She hit ‘send’, then put the laptop away.

“Get in position, Slave.”

I obediently rolled over with a pillow under my hips, as Mistress lubed up her tool. It had been a while and my ass was a bit tighter than normal, but she readily found her mark, and she began to pump into me, no doubt fueled by the banter with our friend out west.

It’s an experience that puts this Slave into a certain zone. ‘Intense’ is one word to use. And it seemed that Mistress got there too, shuddering with an orgasm behind me a after a few minutes of driving her ‘cock’ deep and hard into me.

When she was satisfied, and also assured that I had been put in my proper place, she slid out and off.

“Insert your device, Slave, I want a very hard cock ….but first, get the Magic Wand.”

Hmmm. Molly was a particularly needy Mistress this afternoon. All that talk with M had gotten her in the mood for some serious sexual energy discharge.

So I used the wand to make sure she was pleased, building her to an enthusiastic release, then asked for her permission to fuck her. Fortunately, she was in a generous mood.

After we came back to earth and caught our breaths, I checked our email account one more time. M had an update:

“Wow. After taking care of business and a hot shower …I feel much relieved.


Like you said Molly, we don't have any other friends we share things like this with, so hope I was not out of bounds. Mick, I always feel a little uncomfortable talking about fucking Molly, about crossing any boundaries.. and I don't know how comfortable Molly was with B being involved, but I figured what the fuck. Anyway I hope it makes you guys hot ..that was the idea. And compared with the things your friend Nila writes ..I figure it was pretty tame. LOL.

While relieving myself I thought of an even kinkier ending to the scene if you'd like to hear.

Loved sending Molly the picture this morning. Sorry I couldn't text more …

Anyway you guy keep having fun, your my heroes. Your friend, M”

We enjoyed hearing that M had remotely joined in our fun. And, from my Slavish perspective, who am I to object if Mistress wants to partake in M’s offers of a sound spanking or good fucking. She is in charge and all I can do is sit back and enjoy her accounts and provide any logistical support she may need.

As I did later that afternoon, helping Mistress apply the cream required to keep her “naughty parts” all clean and tidy as Sir M requires. She has a date set for Tuesday night and needs to be ready for her inspection. The photo shows what he will enjoy when he makes that inspection.

Speculation

Earlier this week our fellow blogster (or is she a blog-stress?) at “Peacefully Submissive” posted a lovely contemplation on how words muttered in the throws of passion can stoke those fires so compellingly. Her Mr. C tends to take the lead in setting an erotic, fantastic stage to provide a subtext for their proceedings. In our household, I have traditionally provided the narrative.

In days past, Mistress would sometimes ask me to “tell her a story” as I toyed with her cunt, and I would weave a fiction for her, often involving her debauchery at the hands of a dominant female or (more recently) male. And lately our conversations have focused more on my Q’s and her A’s about her own adventures with her Sir M.

But variety is the spice of life, and this week we went off in another direction.

Thursday evening, Mick and Molly were in bed. I had pleasured Mistress with my tongue, devouring her smooth and clean shaven parts until she came with those little bucks against my mouth, and a gentle but enthusiastic moan.

After seeking her permission, I slid on top and into her, inhaling the luscious scent available at her neck and her full breasts. Yum.

We had talked earlier in the week to our Western Correspondent M, and Molly had traded a few provocative emails with him, focusing on why he (or other Dom males) seem so focused on taking a woman in their alternative orifice.

.Part of the conversation had been about whether we could arrange a meet up with him and wife B at our little southwestern hideaway. So as I thrust my hard cock into Mistress, pinning her arms over her head, I speculated:

“So how would that work, Mistress … if M and B came to visit, and he directed you to strip for him, in front of us all…what would you do?”

“Well, I don’t know Slave….I suppose I would have to, wouldn’t I?”

“Why, Mistress?”

“Well, they would be our guests. It would only be common courtesy.”

“Hmmm….How do you think B would respond to that?”

“well, I am assuming that, since she is the boss in their household, he wouldn’t ask me to strip unless she approved.”

That made sense. Their visit could simply be some folks with some common interests, and professions getting together for a weekend of vanilla fun. No doubt M would not demand anything from Molly without B’s approval.

Our conversation continued as my thrusts became a slow grind against Mistress, spreading her legs even wider as my fingers toyed with her left nipple.

“And once you had so courteously stripped for him, Mistress, what if her demanded that you bend over his lap so he could spank you?”

“I suppose I would have to obey, Slave. Once he had me naked, I would probably feel pretty submissive, humiliated. And in that state of mind, my inclination would be to obey, wouldn’t it?”

“And I bet you would be pretty wet by then too, wouldn’t you, Mistress?”

“Yes, Slave, I would.”

And in real life Mistress seemed to be getting close to a very nice little explosion of her own, her breath shortened, gasping as I pulled away a bit and used my fingers to fondle her swollen clit.

“And, if between those spanks, he slid his hands between your legs, what would he find?

“Oh, I’d be very wet, Slave.”

“Would you beg him to come, Mistress?”

“Of course Slave. It would be rude to come in that position without his permission, wouldn’t it?”

It’s so nice to have a courteous Mistress.

HNT/ Mistress asks a Question

The photo featured in today’s HNT is a remnant of Sunday’s interrogation of Mistress. It was sexually fruitful, though it ended with a little emotional blowback.

But with good vibes sent from friends out there we seem to have bounced back to our normal deviant behaviors. Like last night on the way home from work.

Mistress suggested that we call our Western correspondent M as I weaved through the slow and annoying traffic on the way home from work. Mistress dialed the number M had left, and soon he was on the phone from his office out in the shadow of the Rockies.

I got to listen to Mistress and M trade viewpoints in a flirtatious manner on our respective sexual exploits and ambitions. (M subs to his wife B, but has been a Dom in other life activities, and has expressed a bit of interest in taking on Molly if we can arrange a meet sometime this summer).But it was a one sided conversation to me, like one of those old Bob Newhart monologs. Here are some choice responses and comments that stood out:

“That Hitachi really is something …. It works so ….fast.”

“20 orgasms? You’re kidding.”

“Yes, you’re probably right. I am too easy on Mick….”

“we do need to get together …. But what does B think about that?”

“You know, I’m not kidding around when I said I’d ‘do you.’ But of course only if B says it’s OK.”

“ I did get to stop by Mick’s office today ….no the door doesn’t lock, we just push the chair against the door. …. It’s strange to sit there with those associates and secretary’s walking around and talking just outside the door.”

When we got home I was happy to worship Mistress all over again. I can’t get enough of that naked and liquid cunt, which seemed a little damp from the get go after her conversation with M.

Later, after dinner, we went out to a local jazz bar, and Mistress passed the time as we listened by selecting some photos on her camera to send to M.

And during a break in the music, she decided to ask M a question via email that pops from some of the little vignettes and remembrances he has sent us over the last few months:

“Inquiring minds want to know …. Why are you so into fucking in the ass. Doesn’t a tight cunt do? Please explain?

Mistress claims she has never been taken that way. (I have certainly never done it to her that way, and have no reason to believe it’s happened other than on my watch). But all this “ass fucking” talk from M and her local Sir M must have her curiosity piqued.

When we got home, all this chatter had both of us hot and horny, despite the late hour. So it was natural that we did what we do before slide off to sleep. Then again, this morning, when I woke early and let my hands slide between Mistress’s legs to begin a long slow ride to a pre-alarm fucking.

This morning, after I dropped Mistress off at work, we both saw M’s response to her query:



A tight cunt is great. But it’s a power thing. Fucking someone in the ass is definitely a very dominant thing to do. Just watching the look on a lady’s face as she is penetrated is priceless. I think B would say much that same thing when she fucks me with her big blue strapon. Take care. M

Later this morning I visited Mistress at her office. It was a nice walk before returning to mine for a boring meeting. And though her glass walled office prevented any worship, we did hide behind her door for a bit of a clench.

Mistress came down the elevator with me and we talked about M’s response to her question.

She still seems to be drawing the line. But she is a curious girl.

“I believe it’s a power thing to him, not really just the feeling of a tighter grip on his cock, Slave.”

“And is that the way you feel when you use your strap-on on me , Mistress?”

“Yes, Slave. Exactly.”

What is it With Election Nights?

One of my earliest posts was an account of election night here in River City last November. That night, Mistress understandably was disturbed by a sighting of the women that Mick screwed up with. You know, the one responsible for the relationship that ultimately led to my contractual surrender of various rights to Molly. If you missed it, here is the link:

http://undercontracttomywife.blogspot.com/2009/11/election-day.html

Well last night was primary night here in River City. Another election night.

Molly and Mick got together as a result of our political activities. Think Atlanta convention, summer of 1988, the little Greek guy (before the tank), the two tall Texans, the guy who could not spell potato, and the rhyming Reverend. Well we missed a lot of that because we were too busy exploring each other’s bodies at a little Inn off of Peachtree. ….But that’s a different story.

But, more on point, we remain involved in the political world all those years later. So as the ballot boxes got unstuffed last night, we planned dinner and visits to various campaign related parties and activities.

If you caught yesterday’s entry, you know that Mick and Molly were on the rebound from an interrogation gone rogue on Sunday. It took us about 48 hours to clear the emotional decks and get our heads back on straight. But by Tuesday evening, as we plotted a romantic dinner for two at a hip new restaurant, we were back in the zone….

Mistress had set up a date with her Dom for the following week. And I was worshipping her in my office, on my knees, her legs spread, bearing her well shorn and juicy parts.

After my worship was done, Dinner was just up the street from our offices, at an open air spot with seating out on the sidewalk. We got seats right near the entrance, no doubt because the Hostess saw Mistress as the type of eye candy who would surely give the place a good name and fill more seats, if only by association. That’s just how hot she is!

We ordered drinks, and settled into some mussels, to be followed by some overpriced designer hotdogs.

Then she arrived. I saw her coming first, and felt obliged to point this out to Mistress.

She apparently was meeting a female friend, and they parked on a couch on the sidewalk, only about 20 feet from us.

Fortunately Mistress seemed better prepared this time, a sign that her authority is more firmly in place.

After some (truthfully) critical comments about this woman’s physical appearance, outfit and hairstyle (“She really is a mess, Slave. How could you?), Mistress took out her tweeter and posted a comment about having a dinner compromised by some “bunny boilers”. Ouch.

And she was right, of course. This woman was showing a lot more and unappealing skin than appropriate for a Tuesday night in River City. Her willingness to do this in such close proximity to us was, well, just plain tacky.

Later Mistress emailed our Western correspondent, M summarizing the bad position I had put her in:


We are at the board of elections dealing with some primary issues. We came to dinner before, at which time the bitch who Mick fucked showed up and preened in what I might add was A hideous dress barely covering her 52 year old legs. Ugh
Anyway, I now need scotch delivered through an iv and Mick will be punished. Hot ski photo too. I'd be happy to do u!

Molly

(M had recently sent us an ancient photo of his ski exploits. Very good form, that clearly impressed Molly).

Naturally, she showed me the emails she had sent. Something I clearly deserved, along with the punishment she threatened.

Election night ended uneventfully. (Most of) the good guys won. We headed home, and we were both a bit tired, so passed on intimacies for the night.

But early this morning, Mistress woke and called for my services.

After I gave her a suitable orgasm with my fingers, our bodies entwined, Mistress gripped my cock, and debated with herself over whether to impose abstinence for the day as part of my punishment. Somehow the threat of stimulation without release makes a morning cock even more of a morning cock.

“Well we could call yesterday abstinence day, mistress, because that’s the way things turned out.” ( I had to be out the door at 6am that morning for election duties).

“Oh…I am sure you’d like that Slave. You are just so undisciplined.”

But I could tell she was teasing. As her tormenting grip brought me closer and closer to an unsanctioned discharge, I began to beg.

“Please, Mistress, can I make love to you?”

That went on for a while, as her wicked fingers drove me to the brink.

But ultimately she relented. And as I fucked her I had a few questions:

“Remember when you asked if I wanted to go by myself on election night?”

That was Monday evening, when we were still picking through my Interrogation overreach.

“Yes, Slave. That’s when I was pissed off at you.”

“Were you planning a visit to Sir M if you did not come with me?”

“Well Tuesday is his most convenient night to see me Slave.”

:So what are you saying?”

By now I was getting Mistress close to another orgasm with some nice grinding thrusts against those lovely naked parts of hers.

“Well, I certainly would not have stayed home alone, Slave. You would have worn your cage. And I would have made ‘other plans’”.

“My guess is you would have enjoyed kneeling to suck his cock, Mistress.”

“yes, Slave. I would have….. I do.”

Her eyes were shut tight now, and I imagined her envisioning that cock, sliding into her mouth as she knelt at his direction.

“Why do you like that so much, Mistress?”

“I like the way he gets so excited for me, Slave.”

And I could understand why he does.

Soon Mistress was coming again, visions of thick Dom cock dancing in her head. And I was begging and receiving my own opportunity to join her in her bliss.

So we seemed to get over our election night encounter, though I still await (and look forward to) the punishment I deserve.