Chief Procurement Officer Concerned About Supply Chain Breakdown

UCTMW ENTERPRISES, LLC

WORLD HEADQUARTERS

RIVER CITY, USA

TO:  M, Western Correspondent

FROM: Mick Collins, Chief Procurement Officer

M, just wanted to update you on the rather dicey situation here at the World HQ as a result of a break down in our supply chain in this critical holiday season.

As I mentioned in a dispatch late last week, I had ordered a replacement Hitachi Magic Wand that our CEO has come to rely upon for use exclusively at the World HQ. We decided to leave our original “Power Tool” at our secret research facility in the Southwest to avoid the prying eyes of those cracker jack TSA operatives. There is always  the risk that one of them might be on the payroll of a competing sex blog enterprise.

I had taken precautions to make sure our supplier had the order in early last week, to be sure there would be no service interruption here at the World HQ.

Unfortunately, I had to report to the CEO again yesterday that there was no package at our shipping depot again yesterday.

As you can imagine, she was not pleased.

When we arrived home from the office yesterday, it was my assignment to prepare dinner. Since some of our competitors are trying to enhance market share by pandering to the all important cooking blog market, I’ll mention that dinner consisted of flank steak, marinated in some olive oil, garlic, pepper and some stor bought teriyaki sauce. There were roasted red potatoes, quartered, coated with olive oil, salt and pepper and cooked in an oiled pan at 375 for about 45 minutes, and broccoli prepared in a wok with olive oil and some soy sauce. (No SFP, we did not have sex while eating. The teens were here).

The CEO mentioned that she had not been able to talk with you much during the day about your next writing project, so she excused herself to her executive suite to phone you while I prepared dinner and watched the evening news.

When she was done with your conference, she invited me upstairs. She had a more sanguine look on her face, and I assumed that you and she had been involved in some “diversions” during your chat. And the presence of those long black leather gloves, laid out on the bed, made me wonder whether she had been looking for some manual substitutes for her trusty power tool.

But she insisted you had just been “catching up.”

In any event. Something you had talked about seemed to put her in a much more forgiving, and randy, mood.

After dinner we watched the final episode of “Boardwalk Empire”, and Mistress insisted that I rub her feet, spread across my lap. Of course, I happily complied. I figured I was way ahead as long as she was not wielding the riding crop on her failed procurement officer’s ass.

When the show ended she insisted that we head to bed immediately.

“I want you to fuck me tonight, Slave…. Are you up to it.”

“Gladly, Mistress.”

We soon were in bed. Our CEO had on a short, black nighty. Her Slave was suitably naked.

I commented on the spicy and alluring aroma of her perfume, which blended so  nicely with her natural scent at the back of her neck.

“Cinnabar, Slave.  Its better in cold weather.”

Works for me…. My cock was responding to it, along with the undulations of her ass against me as my hand wandered around her hips to focus on the aapex of her thighs.

Mistress was particularly sensitive last night. Maybe it was something you told her, or the sound of your voice. Or maybe the absence of her Power Tool has her a bit on edge. Whatever the cause, I found that the slight touch of my finger tip against her most sensitive part was driving Mistress crazy.

So why mess with a good thing. She squirmed and moaned as I let that finger tease and torment for quite a few minutes.

In this case, less was more….

Ultimately, she came just for that little finger… bucking and moaning, her ass squirming against my cock, which was already hard and ready for her.

Afterwards, despite my shortcomings as Chief Procurement Officer, she allowed me to fuck her. 

Very Nice.

So I am still hanging by a thread here at the World HQ, trying to distract Mistress from the absence of her favorite tool, and hoping that our supplier comes through for us today.

Hopefully, I will not find myself among the expanding ranks of the unemployed this Holiday Season.

Will keep you posted.

Slave Apologizes for His Long Absence on a Sunday

Dear Mistress,

First, I apologize for being gone so long yesterday.

Football out in the freezing River City winter with the surly teens, followed by that long meeting caused me to fall behind on my duties to you. And I’m sorry that M and / or the Hitachi were not around to help fill the gap caused by my absence.

But it was very amusing to see your comment on yesterday’s blog pop up in my blackberry in box last night, as I listened to folks prattle on. They must not have had as lovely a companion waiting for them at home as I did, or they would have wound things up much earlier.

I suppose both M and I are lucky that you did not put out a “casting call” for an extra Dom, with all that time on your hands yesterday.

And of course I am grateful that you elected to pick me up at my meeting rather than make me walk home in the cold. Hopefully my warmth under the covers last night made up for my neglect for such a long part of your Sunday.

By the way, it was very nice for me to exercise my switch privileges yesterday morning. I know you were concerned that it might not be quite the same without the Hitachi, but then we did have some other “resources” available.

You were very co-operative as I locked the red cuffs on your wrists, had you roll over onto your tummy and attached them to the little ring at the top of our bed. And you didn’t seem to mind when I used those soft towel strips to bind your ankles spread wide to each corner of our bed. In fact once you were properly secured your little ass took on that tell tale squirm as you ground your fragrant pussy against our bed.

I was pleased that you didn’t complain as I began to spank your bottom with my palm. It seemed to get the blood flowing for you, as your squirming took on a little more desperate caste, and your butt turned a nice cherry red.

I alternated with the feather for a while, sliding it from the bottom of your delightful feet, up the inside of your thigh and poking at those squirmy parts with it’s very tip. That seemed to get you going too, Mistress.

And when I fed you my cock, you seemed almost grateful for the privilege, using that greedy little mouth to make it nice and firm for the next phase of our morning’s exercise.

As I slid on top, you cautioned me that it seemed to be probing at to wrong little orifice.

“Sorry, Mistress…. I know you’re saving that one for our Western Correspondent….”

So I used my fingers to spread your lips a bit wider, foraging my way blindly until I could tell by your tell tale moans that I was in the proper neighborhood.

As I pounded into your bound body from behind, I enjoyed your little whimpers of pleasure, and the way that lovely ass rose to meet my thrusts. You seemed to come for me at least once that way.

I think it was during this process that I questioned you about that ongoing story M has shared with you. As best I can tell, you are told to meet him at a Hotel in Vegas, and a certain Bellman is assigned to meet you in the lobby and bring you and your bag to the room.

That’s where it gets interesting.

“Has M told you what to do in advance?”

“No…. just to follow the guy’s instructions.”

“Which apparently involve stripping, and allowing him to tie you to the bed?”

“Yes…. That’s what happens….”

“and how does it feel stripping for this designated Dom, Mistress….”

“Humiliating, Slave…”

“And hot?”

“So it seems, Slave….”

All the while I was fucking you, hoping that your head was drifting into this imaginary hotel room.

“So he just leaves you there, for M?”

“There’s something else Slave…. I have to suck the Bellman’s cock, before M gets there….”

“How’s that, Mistress….sucking this stranger’s cock?”

“Pretty intense, Slave…..”

“But how does his cock compare to the special occasion cock that M will be bringing with him later in the story.”

“Uhhh…. Not sure that was described, Slave…”

“Well don’t you think it’s a bit smaller…. I mean, M wouldn’t have you imagine a bigger cock as an appetizer, would he….”

At this point we were both laughing ….

“No…. I don’t think the story went into specifics about cock size, Slave….”

By now I had released your ankles and turned you over so that I was taking you from above. Enjoying the soft velvety warmth of you engulfing my work-a-day cock. And after I made sure you came at least one more time that way, you granted me permission to come as well.

It’s funny how on switch day I still ask for permission to come, Mistress.

I suppose it’s because you have me very well programmed.

Love,

Your Humble Servant, Mick.

Missing Equirpment

Slave is in trouble.  Mistress is Hitachi-less this weekend. And it's my fault.

We had brought her trusty power tool to our Western hideaway, then decided to leave it there to avoid hauling it back and forth through airport security. The thought of TSA guys opening our bags and brandishing the sucker with questions about it’s purpose had us a little squeamish.  (Of course, that did not prevent us from carting Mistress’s harness back and forth. Go figure.)

So Slave ordered an extra Hitachi on Monday via Amazon, for arrival this week Then we would have one for both locations.I assumed it would be well in hand by Friday with no inconvenient “service interruption”.

Oops.

No package arrived by Friday. So much for that Cyber Monday quick delivery hype.

So Mistress was left without the efficiency of her power tool late yesterday afternoon, when she got a call from M for an unscheduled ‘date”.

But let me back up a bit….

Molly and Mick had a relatively relaxed Saturday, as snow fell gently through the day here in River City.

There was the ever popular morning sex, after paging through the scrawny local paper.

“I liked that morning cock, Slave….”

“It likes you too, Mistress.”

Then a trip to our gym.

Mistress did her spinning routine and lifted weights. I went through my own circuit of exercises. The weather will now keep us off our bikes for a while.

I had to deal with my cranky mother and her seasonal décor. Mistress tended to nail maintenance. We reconvened back in bed around 3 or so for a nice nap.

There had been some discussion earlier in the afternoon in a text from Mistress about ass fucking. But when we woke Mistress was in a more gentile mood, and it was just so damn warm and cozy in our bed that a long bout of making out ensued.

I was overcome by the wonderful aroma of my Mistress as I pressed my face against the back of her neck and reached my arms around her. The spicy scent of her perfume mingled with that of her own well exercised body and her blooming arousal was intoxicating.

She had on tight black panties and my fingers enjoyed gliding over them until Mistress was panting and writhing against me. That’s how she got her first cum of the afternoon, humping my hand as I kissed her deep and long.

Very high school.

Very hot.

I was thinking how we had skipped that “messing around” phase in our initial courtship, and how the younger Molly would have driven me crazy with a few incendiary, but no penetration, make out sessions,  had we been given that opportunity back in the age of Dukakis.

I was in bed without underwear…. As required in our household. And when Mistress turned her fingers loose on my cock…well my frustration was soon at a peak.

“May I fuck you now, Mistress?”

“Why so impatient, Slave….”

But ultimately she allowed me inside…. And we went at it for quite a while…. Taking a break at some point for water and for me to strip away my T-shirt.

I made sure Mistress had a few more choice explosions before I asked for permission to come.  Which she generously granted.

It seemed I drifted off a bit afterwards as I lay there, still inside her. But soon it was time to light our candles, and round up the surly teen for her evening gift.

We had plans to attend a holiday party, but were in no hurray.   I settled into watch a football game and do some work for a client, while Mistress was paying some bills.

Then her text chime went off.

“M wants to know if I am available to talk, Slave….”

“Of course you are, Mistress….”

She discretely disappeared upstairs to our room.

That’s when I realized that I was in trouble.

No Hitachi.

Mistress came downstairs about 40 minutes later.

“Well we had a little sex chat Slave….. but the Hitachi was sorely missed.”

“So how did you do it, Mistress?”

“Fingers, Slave…..”

She pressed two of them up against my nose.

Yummmmm.

“Now they’re a little sore.”

(I suppose I should have offered to go up and provide my tongue and lips as a substitute for the Hitachi, but they probably needed a little privacy.)

Let’s hope that Hitachi arrives by Monday.  Don’t want Mistress making a claim against UCTMW Enterprises, LLC for carpal tunnel syndrome.  Those are a real bitch to defend.

Dream Machine

Mistress and I planned lunch together yesterday, and she met me at my office.

Well, I expect you know what happened next: the door was closed, Mistress sat on her throne and stripped off a boot and a leg of her black tights to allow me to kneel and worship her. By the time we were done, Mistress had that smug, contented look on her face, and Slave had a nice coating of her juices on mouth and cheeks, to remember her by for the rest of the day.

But before she reassembled her work costume, I suggested that we take a photo to share with M.

“Of course, Slave.”

I stayed on my knees, backed up a bit, and captured the moment. Then texted it off to M with a little caption: “Office visit.”

I hoped he would enjoy what I was appreciating: Mistress’s spread legs, that satisfied look on her face, and her glistening parts, freshly bathed with my tongue. And sure enough, as we were heading down to street level in the elevator, my text chime sounded:

“Feeling Deprived here, U 2 lunatics.”

Poor M. Missing the fun.

But what’s interesting about the Molly /M connection is their mutually supportive approach to their respective marital sex lives.

The other day, as she was talking to him on our drive from our hideaway to the airport out west, the first questions she asked him was “Well did you have epic sex this morning?”

AS Mistress said to me later, “we always talk about what sort of sex we had, Slave…is that strange?”

Well, whether strange or not, it certainly is nice, don’t you think?. They have each other’s back. Support for a healthy sex life with their respective spouses. And sympathy and consolation if there happens to be a dry spell.

On the way home last night, Mistress seemed particularly excited:

“M says I’m going to get a package from him: one of those Butterfly vibrators. He says he’s going to have me wear it to the gym.”

Hmmmm. Long ago, when Molly and Mick were married to others, but in a “relationship”, we had one of those cunning little devices. I can remember a particular occasion, at a fancy out-of-town restaurant. Molly was so shamefully young then. I was the older professional with the beautiful companion. And I had the remote in my pocket, toying with her.

My, did she squirm.

“I wonder if he’ll make you wear it to work, Mistress.”

“He might…”

Then the phone rang. It was M, joining us on our ride home. Of course, I could only hear part of their chat.

“Mick is wondering if you’ll have me wear it to work….”

“Do you think it will fit under my cloths so it won’t be obvious….”

She was doing that squirm again, her ass sliding oh so sensually against her leather seat.

“Slave, He wonders if he can get a remote that would work from where he is…. Just turn it on and off when he wants to turn me on…. M. I’m not sure AT&T has that capability.”

But I could tell the thought had Mistress going.

That’s where I chimed in, “Maybe there’s an App for that, Mistress….”

I do remember a story that ‘Nilla wrote several months ago featuring one of her sexy sub ladies, a distant Dom, and a vibrator he was turning on and off that was buried in her cunt.

I wonder if any of our readers can tip us off on where those might be found…. Or was that just another devious ‘Nilla fantasy?

(I found this odd promotional video on YouTube, but the remore only works from up to 7 meters away .... not two time zones. But what is with that odd accent?vibrating egg promo

AS we approached home, Mistress signed off with M, wishing him some epic sex with B, and promising him that was exactly what she had in mind for her and her Slave.

By the time Mistress and Slave got home we were “in a state”, so to speak. The sex chat had primed our pumps.

The Holiday candles were quickly lit. Trinkets were distributed to the teens. We got some chili cooking on the stove, then retreated to our bedroom, informing the teens that their parents would be “resting” while the chili cooked.

Their smirks were ignored.

Soon our cloths were off, and Mistress’s cunt was under siege by way of her Slave’s lips and tongue. She built herself to a nice robust explosion, then turned the tables.

Using her own considerable oral skills, with an assist from those well manicured fingers sliding the length of me, Mistress soon had my work-a-day cock close to it’s own edge.

“Please may I fuck you now, Mistress….”

“What’s the hurry Slave, can’t you tell I’m enjoying this….”

I could…. But to make her anxious for some additional attention, I reached around her, sliding a finger up her tight ass, and enjoying the sensation as she squirmed against it, impaling herself with delight.

Soon, my tawdry ploy had the proper, distracting effect.

“Now I want to ride your cock, Slave.”

“Please do, Mistress.”

Mistress was in control, and all Slave had to do was lay back and enjoy….as you know I did.