Mistress was a very busy girl again yesterday.
So was headed to a presentation to some female clients out in the hill country where, as my old professor used to say, “Man and Beast Live as One.”
“I hope you don’t mind that I wore pants today, Slave…. I know you like to fondle my legs on the way to work.”
“No problem Mistress….”
“Sometimes I think when you meet with a female client, they don’t like you flaunting your allure too much…”
I can understand that … Mistress is pretty hot. Other women might not welcome that under some circumstances. Might not take her as seriously as she deserves to be taken.
So she dropped me off for a change and headed off to her meeting.
“Watch out for cows, Mistress,” I said, kissing her goodbye.
At work, I was amused to collect some of your comments and suggestions for our Sunday switch opportunity.
Of course, there is no deadline…. Sundays come and go.
But there seems to be some consensus about this coming Sunday.
‘Nilla had an excellent idea about a feather…. I’ve not tickled Mistress in some time…. Definitely have to try that. And it seems that our Western Correspondent concurs, with a rather deviant twist:
“As always Don its your switch day, but my vote is for tying her on her back, spread eagle, and tickling with a feather, and teasing her with hitachi and not letting her cum that morning.”
Of course could be bad retribution for you! Living dangeriously
That seems like a plan, doesn’t it?
But where does one find a feather these days.
I turned to my (vanilla) twitter account.
“Where can I buy a feather? (Don’t want to pluck a bird?”
Sure enough, someone out there was happy to point me to a costume store a few blocks from my office. I’ll have to stop by at lunch time.
And before I head upstairs for some morning worship of my sleepy Mistress, I thought I would share a link to a story I saw yesterday on Salon. Young woman claims she’s “done writing about her sex life”, after years of getting published that way.
http://www.salon.com/life/feature/2010/10/05/done_with_sex_writing
Amusing.
Of course, the article wouldn’t have been published but for her summary of all the wanton one night stands she had already written about. Sort of like the Beatles never recording a new song for 40 years, but continuously reissuing the old ones.
But, have no fear, readers. Mick isn’t close to done. But when I start writing about Mick and Molly’s greatest hits, please, pull the plug.
plug.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
HNT / The Conspiracy
Mistress was suffering from POSD yesterday.Post Orgasmic Stress Disorder.
All of those Hitachi, tongue and cock induced orgasms on Tuesday brought on a condition that was characterized by both a physical and mental malaise. A temporary form of dementia that had her a bit befuddled and exhausted by the end of our day.
That’s not to say there was no sex in the Collins household. I was allowed to fuck her yesterday morning. But by evening? She was clearly over the edge by the time we completed a bike ride and dragged sullen teen number 2 to “College Night” at her high school.
The guidance counselor had a clever collection of lists he passed out as a ‘conversation starter”. You know: Ten Most Beautiful Campuses, Ten Campuses with the Best Food”, “Top Party Schools” (primarily in Florida). I was wondering if anyone had ever done a list of “Kinkiest Campuses”.
But I digress.
The point was: Mistress was exhausted. And I confess I was a pretty tired too. So it seemed pretty obvious that the normally sex crazed Collins’ were going to take a rare pass.
As we settled into bed with books and papers, even the sound of a Rachel Maddow rant seemed to grate on our ears like chalk squeeking on a slate. (yes, I am that old). So the TV was quickly shut off off.
We cuddled. Read. But the subject of our Western Correspondent did come up.
“I’ve seen those emails between the two of you, Slave…. Are you plotting against me?”
My response was probably a coy “who, us?”
But …. I suppose it’s true. Master M and Slave M do conspire a bit to bring about Mistress’s erotic downfall from time to time. Is that un-Slave like of me?
I suppose. But then Mistress certainly has the power to shut me down. Tell me “no conspiring with my Master, you insolent Slave.” I wonder why she doesn’t?
Example. Some emails that M and I shared on our “Mick and Molly” biglove1962@gmail.com account earlier this week. (There may be a little repetition from an earlier blog this week…. But context is important, isn’t it?)
It starts with M’s email to me on Sunday:
M: wait till you hear about the picture your mistress is being required to send me,,, should make for a good blog note!
Me: We took that photo. our collection is limited. but a good idea for Mistress to consider.
Me: Mistress stopped by for some worship. But I felt maybe I should have denied her the orgasm, since you have a date in the am. You are pretty indulgent....but she seems happy so who can complain. Mick
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-- M:-- Yes I probably am too easy on her but I don't want to mess up my managing editors fun either. how's that for sucking up by the humble WC?
Me: don't worry about me, Mike... I enjoy seeing her squirm.
M: very fun blog today Mick, I like to see her squirm too..It’s good for her once in a while don’t u think?
I might have to offer a suggestion or two for Sunday switch... I think you are right I have been too indulgent with her lately
Perhaps we should ask the sub sisters for suggestions too, but for your own safety and well being I would run that one by your mistress first!!
Me: I would definitely run it by her first. She sounded like she had a good time with you this am. We make a good tag team. and don't think she could go back to just one of us at this point. it would be kind of boring for her.
M: Yes I very much doubt Molly would like her fate in the hands of the sub sisters lol,, course that could make it fun, but all in all probably one of the WC's bad ideas.
No we wouldn't want a bored mistress/slave, but she never seems to stay bored for long,
u2 are always moving... my hat is off to your energy and inventiveness
It’s an unnatural state for the two of U.
So, I suppose there is a bit of a conspiracy afoot. And our loyal readers are invited to play. Let us know if you have any special “Switch Day” requests. No one has been reluctant to chime in with ideas on how Mistress should be a little more demanding on her Slave. So I don’t think Mistress has much standing to complain if you chime in with some cruel and/or unusual means for her Slave to turn the tables on her come Sunday.
And if your suggestions are taken, I suppose there should be a prize. Maybe a UCTMW coffee mug from the Company commissary?
Now it’s time to wake Mistress up and see if she has recovered from her POSD.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Mistress on the (Fantasy) Block
I didn’t have the heart to fuck her again in the morning while she was on orgasm denial, so I settled for some gentle tongue worship as she read the blog. Then, after showering, I presented myself to her, and she closed the lock with that little, wicked smile.
“Does that make you feel more secure, Mistress?”
“Absolutely, Slave. You’re going to have to think about what I will be up to this morning with your cock all locked away.”
I suppose the payback was only fair after all that torment she was required to endure the night before.
So at work I tried to focus on my mundane tasks – and getting ready for a lecture I am giving later today. But in the back of my mind I was imagining Mistress spread on our bed, her various toys at hand, awaiting her Master’s call. It had been two weeks or so since their last solo opportunity for some sex chat, and I knew there was some considerable pent up demand to be satisfied.
When Mistress finally called me, on her way to work around 10:30 am, she seemed a bit discombobulated.
“How many, Mistress?”
“Gee…. I think I lost track Slave…”
It sounded like Mistress was still deep in her post orgasmic buzz. No doubt some of her colleagues would be amused as she staggered about the office with that distracted, over-fucked look on her face.
When I got home there was a an opportunity for me to worship, Mistress, pulling aside those lacy yellow undies to invade her well used parts with my tongue and lips.
And as the evening progressed – a bike ride, dinner, watching the latest episode of Mad Men, I debriefed her on her little morning of wanton delight. For purposes of brevity, I’ve compacted down snippets of our running conversation through the evening, which ended as I took her after my own day of caged denial.
“So what story did he tell you this time Mistress?”
(Our Western Correspondent may not be a particularly productive wordsmith, but he is a specialist in his own unique brand of oral traditon. Before he leaves us, it might make sense for some doctoral student writing a dissertation on BDSM anthropology to spend a few months interviewing M at his mountain retreat, getting all these stories down on tape, so they are not lost to future generations of kinksters. I suspect M would agree to share his wealth of stories, so long as she was naked and fully available to him through the lengthy interview process.)
“Oh there was a very elaborate story, Slave…. He likes to throw in lots of detail….”
“And what was this one about?”
“You were in it too …. You took me to one of Aisha’s play parties…..and – surprise – M was there too.”
“And what happened at the play party?”
“There was an auction … you put me on the block …. I was naked, except for a collar….”
“Oh, and who were the bidders, Mistress?”
I had an idea where this was going. And I wondered if Aisha was up for bids too.
“There were several, Slave…. “
“But I suspect I know who got the prize….”
Mistress laughed in her deep, sexy way.
“Yeah…. I didn’t know he was there….but I recognized his voice when he was bidding …..”
“How much did he have to pay, Mistress?”
“Hmmm….. I don’t remember him the dollar amount.”
“I’m sure it was a pretty penny. So what happened to me once I cruelly put you up for bids?”
“I don’t remember you coming up again….”
“That’s fair…. Though I might have enjoyed watching you squirm as they bid up the price…. How did that feel as they bid for you Mistress?”
“Well …. Humiliated, Salve…”
“But a turn on too, I’d bet…. All those men…. Wanting you. Putting their money where their cocks are, so to speak?”
“I must say it had an appeal….”
“And once he claimed you, what did he do with his prize.”
“There was an inspection, Slave … not just him …. He let all the men inspect me.”
I imagined Mistress, M holding her leash, squirming in her wanton way as she was forced to undergo such vile treatment, as their fingers pinched and probed.
‘Nilla could have a field day with this one.
“And then, Mistress?”
“Well there was some cock sucking…. He made me suck several men’s cocks.”
“How was that Mistress?”
“Kind of hot slave…. So many penises. I lost track.”
“Did he finally take you away from all those men?”
“Yes, Slave. To some fancy hotel suite.”
“Was there spanking?”
“Not so much….but lots of fucking….lots of it.”
No wonder Mistress lost track of her orgasm count. I imagined her being led through this tale of debauchery … her trusty Hitachi in hand.
And did M have the opportunity to share in the ecstacy, Mistress?
“Oh yes…. It’s pretty dramatic when he comes, Slave. I think he had been saving it for a bit.”
“Was M surprised by all your orgasms, Mistress….he can pull a lot from you, can’t he?”
“He’s humble Slave … he gives the Hitachi most of the credit … he says it’s a ‘powerful tool’.
No doubt.
And. at about this time in the tale, after making sure Mistress had her fair share of additional orgasms, Slave was begging for permission. With the “all clear” granted I had my own very powerful explosion after my long day in the cage.
Then we both collapsed….it had been a busy day for both of us.
I was going to share with you a few emails that M and I exchanged about how we might keep Mistress content in the days to come, but I better prep some for that lecture I have to give this afternoon. So look for those tomorrow.
“
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Mistress on Quarantine
Suddenly we are into fall here in River City. Mistress finally broke out the black tights – one of fall’s perks for this Slave, who has a bit of a fetish for her in hose of any type.
So there she was in my office, after we shared some lunch with colleagues, her black tights off one leg, still draped around the other. I fell to my knees for a little worship, in lieu of a more calorie laden desert.
As I went about my task, Mistress mentioned her chat with M that morning, and the selection he had made for her.
In advance of their date, he had asked Mistress on Sunday evening to send him a photo of any faux cocks available, so he could select one for insertion in her tight, virginal ass during the date they have planned for this morning.
Here is the photo.
His options are our crystal cock, the little white aneros that I am required to use when Mistress wants a particularly hard cock, and the beige dildo that gets used with Mistress’s strap-on.
“He picked the white one, Slave….”
As I sucked Mistress’s rosy clit between my lips, I had the image of her writhing on the bed, her ass filled with that little beast, begging for the right to come with the help of her trusty Hitachi.
Argh.
“And he says that I am to be restricted … we can fuck tonight, but no orgasms for me in the morning before our date.”
“He’s going easy on you, Mistress.”
“I know…. But he says he doesn’t want to interfere with your husbandly rights, Slave.”
At about this time, Mistress was arching out of her chair as I brought her over the edge, with one of her luscious thighs bending over and around my neck, pressing my face even deeper into her smooth and juicy folds.
After Mistress was back to work, I sent an email to M, making sure he knew what his little slut had been up to during her lunch break:
“Mistress stopped by for some worship. But I felt maybe I should have denied her the orgasm, since you have a date in the am. You are pretty indulgent....but she seems happy, so who can complain. Mick”
Later in the afternoon I heard back from M:
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Yes, I probably am too easy on her but I don't want to mess up my managing editor’s fun either. How’s that for sucking up by the humble WC?
Take care, M”
I responded as follows:
“don't worry about me, M... I enjoy seeing her squirm.”
And later I heard back:
“Ok, then next time I'll be stricter with the rules... would be my pleasure.”
Later, at home, Mistress commented on my brief if devious conversation with her Master.
“I saw those emails Slave….what are you two up to?”
“We have your best interests at heart, Mistress.”
“Oh yeah, according to M, you ‘threw me under the bus.”
We were taking the teens to see “The Social Network” during the dinner hour, but beforehand I offered to worship. But – unwisely as it turns out – Mistress demurred until our return home.
But when she got home, Mistress was surprised to see an email form our Western Correspondent, waiting for her on the I-phone she had left behind.
“Damn…. The rules have changed, Slave. Now he says no orgasms tonight. But I am supposed to let you tease me and then tell him tomorrow what happened. He says it will make for a good blog.”
Mistress came to bed in her black tights. She knew I would enjoy their smooth texture as my hardening cock pressed against it.
And she did have to endure a long, slow tease. I had her gasping, her breathing ragged, as my thigh pressed between her legs, and my mouth grazed on her firm succulent nipples.
And when I peeled those tights off, and plunged into her, she moaned with delight.
It’s odd fucking her when she’s not allowed to come. My hard wiring operates on the “please her first” principle. So I am at a bit of a loss when the fucking is for my personal satisfaction, and Mistress’s frustration.
But after a while of that “anguish”, probably taking longer than was decent under the circumstances, I was able to focus sufficiently to explode with a mighty cry of ecstasy of my own, spurting in waves as Mistress “bucked up” beneath me.
But with her permission, of course.
As I lay pressed against her, Mistress talked about her “ordeal”.
“That was hard, Slave…. It took a lot of discipline not to come….”
“Well it shows the level of your devotion, Mistress …. Doesn’t it make you feel like a good Slave to him.”
I thought about the times when I was on abstinence. I was required to fuck her for her pleasure, withdrawing before I was past the point of no return. It IS hard. Very. But it also made me remember the reward at the end of that dark tunnel of denial.
“Just think how nice it will be when he gives you permission to come tomorrow morning, Mistress.”
No doubt, Slave. And by the way - You are SO in that cage tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
And the steel ring is already tightly looped around my cock and balls.
I will tease her a bit with my tongue this morning, as she reads the blog, then head to work, all locked up, to contemplate what she and M will be up to this morning.
It could be a long day.
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