The Collins' Re-Boot

Mistress was sleeping in a bit yesterday …. She had the unfortunate duty of taking one of the surly teens to have her wisdom teeth extracted. But at least she could turn it into a day away from her sometimes stressful  office.

I appreciated her willingness to indulge me though: when I cam  up with my laptop after my morning assignment was posted, she would have been entitled to mumble “I’ll read it later, Slave” and send me off to the showers.

But instead I was allowed to lavish her succulent folds with attention from tongue and lips as she read with bleary eyes.  Then she fondled my cock with her wily fingers and lascivious mouth until I was egging to fuck her. 

Yes, She is very  permissive. And I am a very spoiled Slave.

But as things turned out, she was not the only indulgent one at UCTMW, LLC.

I was plugging away at work, getting updates on our daughter’s procedure and recovery via text message, and then things went “dark” for about an hour. I wondered what Mistress was up to….

Around 11:30 am or so my cell phone rang.

“Hello, Slave…..”

She had that husky, sexy tone back in her voice, well fucked version.

“Have you been busy, Mistress…?”

“Well, M asked if he could call, and …. One thing led to another, Slave. The teen was asleep, so I figured….”

“You naughty Mistress…. How many?”

“Only 4, Slave….  We didn’t have that much time….”

“Only 4!”

She giggled a bit. still a bit giddy from all that coming I suspect.

“And did M get to have one of those exuberant comes too, Mistress….”

“Why, yes , Slave he did….”

I imagined Mistress splayed across our bed, coaxing M to fondle his “special occasion cock”, as she used the Hitachi to drive her self to multiple distractions.

“And what sordid tale did he spin for you this time, Mistress….”

“Nothing too complex… I flew out …. He picked me up at the airport …. He made me take my panties off on the drive to his cabin in the mountains…. That sort of thing.”

I was wondering if our Western Correspondent planned to submit a mileage voucher to the home office for this little junket. Some time he can abuse that expense account, like a over the hill journalists manning their paper’s foreign desks are want to do.

But then I thought of the cabin of his company car, filling with the exotic musk of my CEO, as he – or was it she – strummed her naughty bits on the drive up to his mountain hideaway.

That cock twitch inducing thought was quickly shoved to the side. I did have work to focus on, after all.

Mistress and I signed off.

She was planning to join me downtown late that afternoon for a reception we were hosting for a politico we admire, who is locked in a fight to the death with his sleazy opponent.

But in the meantime I had a little quest of my own to make sure I can bring to life ‘Nilla and M’s suggestions for our Sunday morning switch.

A fellow twit had suggested that feathers could be found at a downtown costume store.  The place was loaded up for Halloween. Kids and Moms were perusing for their costumes.

But, sure enough, next to a display of slutty balck fishnets for all those “Christine O’Donnell as Elvira” costumes that surely will be the rage this season, I found a collection of feathers.

Only 49 cents each. 

I picked up a few for Mistress’s entertainment. As I paid with the change from my pocket, I heard a clerk talking to a prospective customer on the phone.

“Exactly what type of antlers are you looking for….?”

Hmmmm …. what sort of kinky sexual ritual could involve antlers?

Later that afternoon, Mistress joined me as we entertained a group of 50 or so contributors, supporters, and hangers-on with our candidate out on our office deck, high over River City’s public square. It was a beautiful, toasty warm fall afternoon. The event was a success.

I am always thrilled to have the most beautiful woman in the room on my arm for such events. And I was particularly lucky she had not made me wear my cage.

It had been a long busy work week for the Collins’. A little extra stress was heaped on by some performance art we were both required to do. So, with word from home that the teen had a friend over to attend to her needs, we decided to stay downtown a while. We enjoyed dinner at a new restaurant opened by a local culinary superstar.

The photo is Mistress in her elegant cocktail dress, a glass of bubbly in hand.  A good way to hit the “reboot” button and start our weekend.

And, by the way, Mistress seemed pleased that I had found those feathers.

Going Shopping Today.

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.



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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!

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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

No I don't see u2 staying bored for long

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.

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Mistress on the (Fantasy) Block

Mistress kept her word about my day in the cage yesterday.

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.





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