MIstress dusts off the Shoe Horn

Maybe it was the stunning sight of Aisha’s post risotto spooned bottom this morning – I showed it to Mistress after she read the blog and we had made love – but when we retired to our chambers yesterday Mistress was in the mood to discipline her Slave.

She told me to insert my little white device. She clearly wanted the hardest version of cock I could make available to her.

When I came to bed, naked, after following her directions, it was already twitchy, interested in what she had in store.

Mistress had her laptop open., sitting up in the bed against a bank of pillows. She had one of those lacy, frilly and very shear top and bottom numbers I had gotten her several years ago. Very charming.

“Just a minute, Slave…. I need to send a little good night note to M….”

I stood there patiently as she typed away. They had not had a chance to talk through the day, but there certainly had been a little text message chatter between them. It made me think about their surprise Friday morning date. And that I needed to ask Mistress about one of his texts she had shown me. Something like:

“Don’t forget to tell your Slave about the part where you had to suck the Domme’s clit, and make her cum….. “

Hmmm. I guess I need to ask about that one….

By now Mistress had put down the laptop and assumed a more commanding demeanor.

“You know Slave…. M reminds me that I need to be firmer with you… is that true?

“I have no problem with that Mistress….”

She gave me that little look of disapproval.

“Passive aggressive. Slave. Is he right …. Should I be firmer?”

“You should, Mistress….”

Why is it so embarrassing to ask to be punished?

“Why don’t you lie face down on the bed, Slave.”

“Of course.”

I settled onto the bed, as directed. She was not leaving this thread unclosed though.

“Is he right, Slave…. Do you need to be punished more often?”

“I am sure he is right, Mistress.”

She reached for the long wooden shoe horn hanging from it’s loop on a chair at her desk. The sound of it smacking against her elegant hands was …. startling. My butt clinched, gripping the white probe, sending a little jolt down my cock as it pressed against the cool sheets.

Then the wood slapped against my ass.

“Ouch….. and why am I being punished, Mistress….”

“You were a little grumpy with me , Slave…. Several times this week….”

“I suppose I was …. Sorry, Mistress.

Smack. Ouch. My ass squirmed. But I took my punishment.

“Will you do it again, Slave?”

“No , Mistress…. I won’t”

Smack.

“I don’t believe you, Slave…. Will you do it again….”


Smack. A particularly hard one. I could feel the blood rushing to my ass, wondering if it was already getting red and puffy. Or, in my case, puffier.

“Wow,,,, that hurt Mistress.”

“It was supposed to Slave…. Now lets try again…. will you act that way again….?”

“I suspect I will, Mistress…. It’s probably my nature…. “

Smack… Youch.

I could hear the tone of wry amusement in her voice now. She knew I was hopeless … of course I would get grumpy again.

“But will you try to be more respectful of your Mistress when you get in one of those snits?”

“Yes…. Mistress. I will certainly try.”

And maybe the knowledge that there could be painful consequences of this sort will help me “stifle”.

“Roll over, Slave….”

Ahh. Apparently my punishment was over. I had taken 10 or so. She had been easy on me. But I could feel the glow of my bottom as I rolled over to present my semi-hard cock to her.

She poked and prodded it a bit with the shoe horn. “Ooohing” and “Ahhing” a little as she made it twitch and stretch.

Then she hung the horn back on the chair and slid into bed with me, her fingers working their magic where the hard wood had been so recently.

I slid down to cover her folds with my mouth, sliding the silky undies she wore off her and making sure she had a worthy starter cum.

But then I was on my back again, and Mistress gentle “torture” of my cock and balls resumed. All finger tips teasing and tormenting, until she had me squirming and begging for the privilege to fuck her.

“My you are rather demanding, Slave…. What’s the deal?

“Ahhh you’re driving me crazy Mistress…. But I know you don’t want me to come this way…..wouldn’t you rather have me fuck you?

“I suppose I would, Slave….”

Her work done, Mistress rolled onto her back…

I was happy to take over from there.

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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