An Anniversary: One Year Under Contract

It’s been a year since Molly and Mick signed our contract.

In case you’ve never read it, here is a link.

http://undercontracttomywife.blogspot.com/2009/11/contract.html

And the back story – why the contract became a necessary step for us a year ago – is described here.

http://undercontracttomywife.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-contract-backstory.html

I mentioned the upcoming anniversary earlier this week and our Western Correspondent took some time away from his, long term, highly secret investigative reporting project – to share some good words with us:


Mick and Molly

Congratulations on one year of your contract, and your wonderful blog. Its always great to find out what you two lunatics are up to, although from time time to time I already know! You two have the more sex than any married couple in America. Wow!

And that’s coming from one who has a lot of sex with Mrs. WC. You guys are my heroes! And the lusty Molly is always ready for more. Very hot! For all of Mick’s loyal readers, I can vouch for the veracity of the blog. Those two lunatics really do have that much sex, in fact I think it is actually underreported.

I know I am the under productive and over paid western correspondent, but at least I occasionally provide raw material.

Keep up the great work and I will try to be a more productive WC, although I doubt my efforts will be successful. The WC is too busy keeping Molly entertained. It is a full time job for two men!

Your lazy WC



But I didn’t want to waste your time and mine today rehashing the whys. That’s old news, and a little angsty for both of us.

Instead I thought I would spend a few inches describing the unforeseen benefits of the Contract, which may be obvious to the handful of you who have followed our rather raucous adventures over these months.

When We decided that Slave needed to make his submission something more than an occasional “play date”, but a permanent state of mind, I collected language from some Slave contracts found on line, and threw in a few choices lines to be provocative.

But as I assembled all those promises – and all the rights that Mistress was entitled to exercise – I realized that the whole concept sent a direct, activating current to my cock.

Hmmm.

“What if Mistress ever did these things?”, I began to think to myself.

And the cock twitched some more. He was my silent editor, egging me on. Those little twitches were the "tell" that said: "you need this as much as Molly does, you stupid Slave!"

Turns out my mute but cunning editor was right.



We had stumbled on to something that I had not realized would be such a turn on for an aging, cocky, jaded guy who had taken things as they came, and to many things for granted, for all those years.

And when Mistress realized she had rights to explore all her newly acquired privileges of ownership, she seemed to acquire an even sexier gait. She was leaking pheromones. Turning even more heads than before.

So when her old college fuck-buddy E got in touch, it led to their brief but steamy cyber affair, that turned on a different side of Mistress. She had a wanton sub side to complement her hot, Mistressy authority. A side that lit up at the thought of a hard spanking or being taken from behind, spread across E’s desk.

The twists and turns of that relationship, and the sparks it generated between us, led me to my daily “homework assignments”, which I decided to share in this Blog, begun about 6 weeks after our contract was executed.

And when E turned out to have feet of clay, I wrote Molly’s “Part Time Dom” want ad, initially posted on Craigslist, and the crazy and (a few) compelling responses she received. (You can find it at her “MollyCollins” Fetlife page, or here: http://undercontracttomywife.blogspot.com/2009/11/casting-call-my-mistress-needs-to.html)

And all the while, Molly and Mick were having crazy, unprecedented sex that surpassed even what we got ourselves into all those years ago, when we first came together in our reckless collision of flesh and need.

Through her “want ad”, Mistress found her “starter Dom”, which led to some hot rendezvouses between them, and us, when she shared her “after action” reports.

And our Western Correspondent, M, found us through the Blog. He shared his own crazy stories with us. But on a long car ride, Mistress and M finally spoke, and soon they were generating their own sparks, which I continue to chronicle.

And of course, the Contract also led to us acquiring all of you new, imaginative friends – our little coterie of fellow bloggers – who probably know more about those seemingly boring Collins’ than our “regular” friends back here in River City ever will. (At least let’s hope it stays that way!)

Of course, we have our own workaday challenges - parenting surly teens, dealing with a rotten real estate market, shiftless tenants, crazy clients. But the Contract has given us plenty of new reasons to soldier on, and look forward to the end of each workday.

And – most importantly - it’s helped Mick and Molly find a path out of a sad and challenging phase of our lives together.

I am very grateful to my Mistress for giving me the chance to prove that I could be a worthy and devoted Slave to her.

Truly.

Mick and Molly at the Bat.

Mistress was running around like that proverbial headless chicken yesterday: client meltdowns. Finger Nail emergency. You get the picture.

Fortunately, We got a chance for some gratifying, if workmanlike, sex before a morning bike ride. And I used my fingers to give her another orgasm in the shower as the warm water flowed through her long, dark hair.

But after that…. I didn’t hear much from Mistress other than a brief call on her way to take care of that broken nail.

There would be no time for a worship stop today.

“I think M is probably annoyed with me today, Slave. I haven’t had the time today or even yesterday for the type of conversation he likes.”

“I’m sure he understands that some day you’re a busy girl, Mistress.”

But I knew how he felt, so decided to reach out in brotherhood to show we were both in the same boat. I titled my email “MIA” and mentioned that Mistress and I would be hooking up that evening at a business event that her company had set up for clients at the old ball yard.

“Mistress has been hard to pin down today. Very busy girl. Hope you enjoyed that "slave's eye view" shot in the blog today.

We go to the baseball game tonight, tho it sounds like it will be more business chit chat than enjoying the game. Wonder if we can find a place for worship there?”

He quickly responded:

-“-I wouldn't put it past u2, tough at the ball park though, if u pull that off I’ll really be impressed..

Will be pulling for your team in the playoffs. Mine choked down the stretch.

Loved the pic today

take care, M”

I felt a need to inspire M, get both of our minds off of our missing Mistress / slut and on to smuttier things.


“Now it's on.... a challenge. I will see if I can find a way to squeeze an O out of her come hell or extra innings.”

He got in the spirit:

lol too too funny... my money is on u2 lunatics but I will be VERY impressed .

Well, M, I have to confess. I let you down. It was one of those nights when I came back on my shield, as some horny Spartan might put it.

I have no story to tell of pulling Mistress into the Party suite’s single bathroom, sliding down her pants and kneeling to savor the flavor of her sweet, clean shaven folds.

I can’t explain how I pinned her against the wall of some dark hallway in the bowels of the stadium, slid my fingers into her tailored pants, and stroked her there while taking her mouth with my hungry tongue.

There was no hot scene where we found an unoccupied luxury box, and I pushed her over the back of an upholstered chair to take her from behind.

I am beaten, but not bowed.

Unfortunately, it was a very well attended soiree, and Mistress had to be on her best behavior. I do like watching her turn on the charm. And I tried to play the properly filial role of corporate hubby, a bit older and more taciturn, but attentive and supportive too.

There was that charming lesbian couple. Mistress amused them and a few others about a comment I made a few months back about the younger of the pair. They emailed us a photo of them at a party with my glamorous Mistress between them. All three were dolled up in their best party going wear.

As Mistress told the story, we were lying in bed, the photo popped onto her laptop screen and I described the woman next to my wife as “stunning,” causing Mistress to take offense. I.e., I should have complemented her rather than ( or before) her companion.

I suitably blushed. And said, “but of course you know how devoted I am to you dear”, reached out and stroked her arm.

All the women standing around cooed their approval.

What I didn’t share is the comment I made that day in bed, when the photo popped up, about how delicious it would be to see the three of them naked, in bed together.

And how Mistress responded to that scenario: “Ummm. That would be interesting, Slave.”

The game was mercifully short. The home team won. And by the time the party broke up the stands were empty. Down below, the grounds crew was rolling out tarp to cover home plate and the lights were shutting out.

I thought there might be one last chance to find a secret hiding place for some hanky panky.

But no, Mistress colleagues clung to us like cheap suits for the walk back to the parking garage they share.

So on this dark day in Mudville, the seemingly mighty Mick and Molly struck out.

HNT / Cage Day

Yesterday morning, after my homework was done, I went upstairs to Mistress, was was still sound asleep. That late night  dinner with friends had taken it’s toll. But once her eyes adjusted she was happy to read and amused by some of my allusions to our Western Correspondent.

Once the worshipping was done, she reached for my cock, that was already firming up for her.

“Oh good… the ring is already on.”

Her fingers explored, twisting through my fur, sliding around the hard steel ring that by now was gripping my enlarged cock and balls in a rather cruel embrace.

Oh, Yeah. It was on.

It had been a while since we had fucked with it on, and I thought that was on the morning’s agenda.

“Hmmmm… Slave. It’s already so hard. But it’s Wednesday, isn’t it?  Isn’t that supposed to be your abstinence day.”

“Uhhhh…. Usually you give me warning Mistress ….. time for me to adjust my expectations.”

If I had known it was abstinence day, I might have been worshiping with a little more mental reservation – thinking about who hometown team might be meeting in the playoffs – rather than contemplating the rich reward of plunging into her.

Of course, she was just teasing.

“You know I’m not that cruel, Slave…. Here, come fuck me.”

She rolled onto her back, using the fingers still clinging to me  to guide me to her target.

I think she likes me fucking her with the ring on..  Once the blood flows into that cock, hardening it, making the ring tighter, it does not retreat easily. So Mistress knew she was in for a nice ride. And I knew it would take some considerable energy and focus to get me over the top.

So when I was finally asking for her permission to come, and she agreed, with  her sweet “Yes, My Slave”, I exploded with a groan that startled the poor cat, and came in a series of spurts that pushed my humble seed through the constricting steel ring that gripped me.

Yowser.

Once I showered, I presented myself to Mistress, with the cage now affixed to the steel ring. She snapped the lock closed with a precocious smile, and kissed me goodbye as I headed  off to work. Mistress lingered for a bike ride, catching a ride downtown later in the morning  with a male friends. Somehow she had persuaded him to pick her up a pumpkin latte for the drive.

She can be very persuasive.

Later at work, hoping to distract Mistress and remind her of her grip on me, I closed my office door, dropped my trousers, and sent her a shot via text message of my humbled cock, locked away in it’s steel cage.

Her response “yummy”.

Aisha did a thoughtful blog yesterday on the role of pain in this sort of relationship.  And in response to a comment, she asked about the pain that my cage can induce.

Of course, should my cock become hard inside that sucker: that’s pain. Yow. But normally I can use my brain to control that. Mind over fleshy matter.  But Once Mistress, when traveling, had me sleep in the cage (it might have been the old, plastic CB 2000 model), and a dream or some other stimulus caught me unawares. I woke up with a very big ouch, the ring around my balls and the plastic sheath digging deeply into throbbing flesh that had acquired a life of it’s own.

Thankfully, that little experiment has not happened again. But if Mistress ever wanted to really punish me,  that would be the way to do it.

Wearing the cage to work or to a social event is a very nice reminder of her control over me: it’s never really out of mind. It can pinch, bind, require a little adjustment to reduce that minor discomfort. And of course, there is the way one had to pee. All reminders that Mistress is in charge.

Aisha, if we ever join you and Sir D for one of those little “meet and crops”, or whatever you call them, I suspect Mistress will want to keep me in that cage. She will want to know I am securely tucked away, in case something (or someone) catches her eye and distracts her for w while. And yes, should I witness something that gets the better of my mental “governor”, things could get very discomforting.

But it does sound like lots of fun.

By the way, today’s illustration is my Slave’s eye view, prior to worshipping Mistress when we arrived home last night. I must have done a good job, since she removed my cage not long after.

She's Got Legs....

Slept in too late this morning. So our readers may only get a brief dose of Mick and Molly this morning.

Here is the brief update:

Morning worship, then the chance to fuck. Check.

Drive to work with Mistress’s legs on the dash, giving me a chance to run my fingers along her smooth, well exercised thighs. Check.

Lunch time with Mistress, with the opportunity to worship. Check.

She left me with the seductive scent of her juices on my face and fingers to remind me of her the rest of the afternoon.

We had plans to join friends at a downtown restaurant at a benefit dinner for an AIDS charity. Before hand we stopped for a drink. Mistress ordered an “Old Fashion”, in honor of her hero, Don Draper, the lead character in Mad Men. His suave, stylish demeanor makes his habitual womanizing seem only a minor character flaw.

And as we sipped our drinks, we talked about her conversation earlier in the day with our Western Correspondent.

“M says that it’s probably a good thing that we can’t have real sex, Slave?”

Of course, Mistress has all options available to her. But M is a little reticent, for several very understandable reasons.

“And why is that?”

“He says it might ruin our phone sex….”

I wondered what our friends in the blog-o-verse think about that?

And I suppose it could “ruin” them once (and if) the anticipated spontaneous human combustion occurs: when special occasion cock meets Mistress’s smoldering cunt, the anticipation would be over. Could they turn back? Would the physical distance between them just become a source of frustration?

Of course, what if it just doesn’t fit? Another problem to consider.

As we sat there I pulled out my cell phone to give M a call. I didn’t bring up the subject of the non-compete. We’ll let our lawyers work that out.

“M, just so you know, you and B (his wife) are welcome to join us at our Mountain hide-away the weekend after Thanksgiving.”

M thanked me for the invitation, but was , understandably, non-committal.

I wanted him to know that Slave was extending the invitation, as well as Mistress. But whether it ever happens…. Only ‘Nilla’s goddess knows for sure.

After a long dinner, both Slave and Mistress were pretty tired and very full. We read a bit, then went to sleep.

But Mistress had one final word…. “Slave, we’re driving separately tomorrow …. I want you to wear your cage.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

When I woke this morning, I grabbed the steel ring, to make sure I could slide it on before the colder weather made my balls a little less co-operative.

So this morning, when the blog reading and worship is done, Mistress will get the benefit of a cock made particularly hard and needy by that tight steel ring.

Deadline time…..will report back later. Have a great Wednesday, all.