Mistress's Collection

Friday evening, Mistress was lying next to me in bed, laptop on her tummy, scrolling through her digital photo collection. She was pulling out some scenic photos of our Mountain Hideaway and environs to assemble a slideshow or her office computer. And I was watching…

But it was hard not to notice as she sorted through all those photos a certain body part.

Mistress giggled.

“He does send me a lot of cock pictures, Slave.”

Apparently he does.

Various angles.

Various states.

But mostly rigid, veined, angry, needy.

“I think you like it Mistress …. I think it speaks to you …. About what you do to him …. What you make him want to do.”

“I suppose it does, Slave.”

And of course, Mistress could delete them when they pop up on a text message at the most surprising times.

At the office.  At a lunch meeting. In a client presentation. Or the grocery store.

But she doesn’t slide them into the trash.  She collects them. They end up on her laptop, with photos of the more mundane and prosaic parts of our lives.

Horses. Fall foliage. Teens. Mountains. Cocks.

“When you glance at these photos, does it make you wet, Mistress? Does it fuel your fantasy about being on your knees, worshiping M’s special occasion cock?”

“Mmmmm….. I guess it does, Slave.”

The laptop was finding it’s way to the desk next to our bed. Mistress was sliding out of her gauzy, transparent panties.

Her hand found it’s way to my cock.

I don’t think she was surprised to find it hard and ready for her.

“I’m going to ride it, Slave….”

I knew what to do. Lay back. Let Mistress impale her sopping cunt on my workaday cock.

And if in her mind she was riding the angry one in those photos, if it was our Western Correspondent pinching her nipples, or pulling her ass down onto him with his strong hands, well, who was I to complain.

Mistress worked herself into a state, then came crashing down onto me, moaning, face flushed, her fingers reaching behind, stroking my balls.

Apparently that collection can inspire all sorts of things.

Mistress was in a feisty mode Saturday afternoon.

After a bike ride and some leaf raking, We settled into an afternoon of leisure.  Mistress took a nap, and I joined her after suffering through a dismal college football game.

When she woke it was time for her to remind me who is in charge.

“Get out the strap-on slave…. It’s time.”

She slid into her gear. Made sure I had the lube on hand, but first there was some business to take care of.

“I can’t recall now why you deserve a spanking, but we might as well take care of that too.”

I remembered. But chose not to remind her. It might only get worse.

My bottom was appropriately tenderized with her long wooden shoe horn. Stingy blows rained down on me, making me squirm and whine into the pillow.

But I think we both felt better when it was done. And I know the spanking made my bottom particularly receptive to her faux cock as she pumped into me.

Mistress comes in an altogether different way when she fucks me  from behind this way. Her body jerks hard against me as her clit frictions against my ass and the leather of her harness. It seems to take her by surprise as she gasps her pleasure then collapses onto me before pulling out.

She gives me a little pat on the butt. As if I had been a good boy for her. And I had. Then she slides out of her harness. She leaves it on the floor for me to clean and put away for it’s next deployment.

“Go insert your device now Slave…. Then get back here and fuck me.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Last evening we went to some friends’ home for dinner. It was a nice evening, sitting out back on their deck, under a full moon and stars. Mistress was allowed to “indulge”, while I went easier as the designated driver.

AS always, Mistress looked delicious: those high boots, black tights, swishy dress.

On the drive home, I had the pleasure of sliding my hands up under the dress. Mistress was a tad tipsy, but seemed to enjoy the friction of my fingers sliding along those smooth tights to the apex of her thighs, her legs spread, undulating a bit in response.

“Remember, tomorrow is switch day, Mistress …. And we’re following the regime that M proposed for you last week: tickling, teasing, but no cumming.”

She looked at me, a bit surprised.

“Ohhh…. You wouldn’t would you, Slave?”

“After all those orgasms last Sunday, I think you could handle it.  But maybe we should ask M how long you should be expected to go without an O.”

“Good idea, Slave…. Let’s see what he has to say.”

So after we got home, and Mistress got a little pre-switch orgasm from my devoted tongue, I whipped off an email to our Western Correspondent, reading it to Mistress first:

M- I've told Mistress that she's going to endure what you suggested for last sunday....tickling , teasing but not cumming ,   But how long do you think I should make her wait? Sunday night?  Monday?  Tuesday?  

She thinks if I ask you now it might hasten the time she will have to suffer without  a cum.

(I did just lick her to a midnight O, so she shouldn't have too much to complain about....)

Mick

This morning, when I woke up and slid out of bed, I found M’s response:

--

Mick:

since she intends to keep you chaste for three days..

I would recommend Monday morning...

 but with plenty of teasing in between... 

i think an hourly teasing, 

as much as possible, 

would be in order... 

feather on the clit...  

each hour sounds good to me...

maybe a home made chastity device in between.... 

3 pairs of bike shorts?  

with a sock tucked in between her legs...

 just to suck up the juice and keep her from stimulating herself ?"

  and strict observation... 

she can be a devious little slut, might slip away and cheat!

  AND I would pull down those shorts every hour or so and give her a good sound bare bottom spanking... 

will jiggle her clit,

  you will need to keep a very close watch on her at night...  

might try to go for the quick rub off in the bathroom... 

be very observant!!!

and/or bind her hands!!!

she is very smart will try to out fox U

good luck

the lazy ... but always entertained  WC 

M, thanks for your directive. I will do my best to fulfill the letter and spirit of your sentence for our beloved Mistress/Slave.

 I suspect this plan of action may drive Mistress to distraction today. MAbe she thought M would give her a reprieve. Not.

And I suspect contemplating this plan of action for Switch Day could distract a few of our readers too.

Question: How to Best Secure a Slave During a Business Trip?

Mistress and Slave left work a little early Friday.

The bright fall sunshine and warm air demanded an early start to the weekend with a brisk bike ride before the sun went down.

But there was still some time for worship.

Mistress stripped away her work cloths ( I did get this photo before that task was done. I figure those   pantyhose fetishists out there will enjoy this one. and don't you like those green undies?).

But as I was putting a pillow on the floor for my aging knees, her text message chime went off.

I handed her the I-phone.

“Is that your boyfriend, Mistress?”

“He’s really not a ‘boyfriend’, Slave….but yes it is…. He wants to know what I am up to….”

“Well tell him you are about to be worshipped, Mistress…”

“Better yet, a photo….”

She positioned the camera just so, showing me positioned to serve her, her clean shaven pussy lips smiling at the base of the shot.

She sent it off to him as I dove into that welcoming valley, exploring with my tongue, suckling on her little bud.

I could barely hear the chime as he replied.

“He says, “VERY HOT”, Slave.

Yes, M, she is.

On our ride Mistress brought up her trip to Nashville next week – a two night business foray with some colleagues.

“The Western Correspondent is very curious about what I’m going to do with you Slave….”

“As in?”

“He thinks I should lock you in the cage while I’m gone.”

“That’s up to you, Mistress….”

“Of course, we will have to figure what to do with the key, in case there is an emergency.”

“Yes, I suppose there’s always a chance I might have to go to some building with a metal detector.”

“Maybe we can keep one key in a secret location in the house, and another that you cold collect at my office from my assistant if I give the OK.”

Somehow this was getting to me. Those little twitches were back, even as I pedaled up hill. Mistress knows how to drive her Slave to distraction.

“So why does M find this to be such a good idea, Mistress?”

“He likes the idea of me having phone sex with him on my trip, while you are locked away… waiting for me to return. Getting increasingly desperate…. He says it’s a very HOT idea.”

“And what do you think, Mistress.”

“You know how much I like you desperate for me Slave…. What Mistress wouldn’t.”

I was getting there.

“Will you be packing the Hitachi, Mistress.”

“Of course, Slave… you won’t have any use for it here.”

I was imagining Mistress at M’s “disposal” on her trip…. Retreating to her hotel room to strip and writhe for him on demand.

Twitch.

“Maybe we should ask your sub-sisters what they think, Slave…. Should I lock you up while I’m gone…. Not just when you are at work…. That’s a no-brainer … but for the whole time. Make you sleep in the cage?”

“I’ll float the question to them Mistress….”

Would it surprise you to learn that when we got home, stripped away the sweaty riding clothes, we found ourselves deferring our Friday evening picnic, and sliding between the sheets?

Teased

Because of an early breakfast meeting, Mistress and Slave did not have time for any morning sex on Thursday. 

And maybe because of my early morning perusal of my colleague’s blogs, Slave was a little on edge as I stroked the inside of Mistress’s black tighted thighs on the drive to work.

That little tingle of desire was coursing through my cock…

“I’m a little horny, Mistress …. It’s going to be a long day….”

“Ooh … poor slave…. Its good for you!”

She gave me a little patronizing pat below the belt, then went back to checking her emails on her I-phone.

“Maybe I’ll let you worship me after lunch…. How would that be Slave?

“Lovely, Mistress…..”

AS the morning progresses I reiterated my desire for her by text message.

“Horny, Mistress”

“Good. Maybe I will suck your cock.”

Hmmm… Twitch.

When Mistress strolled into my office around 1:30 pm, she was a delight to see, her perfume filling the room, her long legs and black boots no doubt drawing the attention of my male colleagues.

I efficiently pressed the chair against my door, and spread our little absorbent blanket on the seat for her.

Mistress sat, slid off a boot, and took one leg of her tights off to give me access. Her naked cunt already seemed  to be glistening for me.

With her legs spread and welcoming, I decided I had to capture the moment.

I picked up my cell phone.

“Let’s send a picture o our Western Correspondent, Mistress…. Show him what he is missing.”

Mistress was amused, and approved my little scheme, but only after vetting the shot. She does have a bit of vanity going on, and only wants to be shown in her best light.

After the photo was off to M, I fell to my knees and focused on probing, prodding and sucking through those moist and fragrant folds. And soon Mistress was convulsing against me, one leg slipping over my shoulder to drive me home.

Delicious.

But Mistress was not done with me. She reached for my belt as I obediently knelt before her, unhooked my pants, lowered my zipper, and reached in to grip my firm and needy cock.

“Hmmmm….. you do seem horny slave.”

“Ahhh… yeah.”

I was a little distracted by her fingers sliding up and  down my growing length.

“Would you like me to take me in my mouth and make you come, Slave….”

But that’s where I got a  ittle anxious. We’ve done it in my office after hours before, but not in the middle of the day.

All those folks outside my door wandering around, possibly knocking to ask a question, or give me some of their work product, needed to be considered.

“I hate to say it Mistress …. But probably not a good idea…”

She giggled, gave me a squeeze…. Then released my all the more frustrated cock.  I think she alredy knew what my answer would be.

“Oh dear…. Guess you’re just going to have to wait then Slave.”

Still in a state, I kissed Mistress good bye, walked her to the elevator, and wiped the remnants of her lipstick off my face.

Later, my text message went off. It was M, commiserating.

“Poor Slave…. I hear you passed up your big opportunity.”

News traveled fast.

But at least I knew my prospects would be good when I got home.

And as it turned out, they definitely were.

Love Our Lurkers Day at UCTMW

We are jumping on the bandwagon here at the Collins' household, asking those of you who read but don't come out of the shadows and join the conversation to say hello.

ur stats show that we often usually get about 600 page views a day, and that about 65 of our daily visitors are making a return trip to UCTMW. With 81 "followers" we know that some of you are following our adventures regularly.

What we've found is that there is a community to be found and enjoyed that start with pithy comments and lead ... who knows where.

Just ask our Western Correspondent, who pops up in the strangest places....

And to satisfy Sin's request, here is a bonus: a photo of the infamous cock cage.

The ring goes on first, with much smushing and probing to get the balls and cock through. Then the cage slides on, with the little lock securing all nice and tightly.

Mistress can then rest assured that her Slave can't get into trouble.

and yes, you want to avoid metal detectors with this little sucker.

Looking forward to hearing from you all.