Mistress Whines On Switch Day

Mistress was a bit recalcitrant yesterday when it came time to submit to my exercise of switch privileges.

The whining began as I collected some tools for her restraint.

She eyed the long towel strips and suspected – as she should have – that my plan was to spread her legs and tie them off to the corners of the bed.

“But it’s so cold, Slave…. I don’t want to be uncovered.”

I rolled my eyes.

I knew this would be a challenge. But, ever the good Slave, even on switch days, I readjusted.

Her hands were linked together with our red cuffs, over head, and tied off to the ring at the center of the head of our bed. But as I shifted to help her, my elbow must have come into contact with her delicate skin just a bit….

“Owww…. Your elbow pinched my nipple, Slave….”


Setting aside the fantastical notion that my conventionally blunt elbow could do ANY pinching, I clucked in faux sympathy.

“Oh dear …. sorry Mistress … maybe I should just get out the nipple clamps and do the job properly?”

“You wouldn’t …. Those hurt so much…..”

Well I should have. But once again Slave was a little too focused on pleasuring Mistress than taking advantage.

We solved the “cold” problem but tying her ankles together, so they could remain safely tucked under the sheets.

And then I cuddled next to her, using my warm hands to softly caress her now squirming body.

I do think she likes the restraint part, and the curiosity about what comes next. She was on her tummy, and her ass was squirming so wantonly against my hand and the bed beneath her. I wondered if she could work herself to an orgasm without any other stimulation.

I’m filing that away for another occasion.

That’s when I began to spank her.

“Ouch … that hurts, Slave.”

“Stop the whining Mistress…. You know you love it …. And that it’s not nearly as bad as if your friend the WC were administering the punishment.”

The thought of that seemed to make her squirm all the more. Was her ass actually rising up to meet my hand?

“You’re probably right, Slave.”

After her bottom was nice and red, I snapped some photos…. Then reached for her new power tool, the one she had broken in with M on Friday morning.

With her legs tied together I had to slide it between her thighs with a little effort…. And it drove her wild.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for, Mistress?”

“You know it is Slave.”

Her thighs and ass were flexing with abandon, trying to squeeze all the pleasure she could out of the little device.

And as she worked herself into a frenzy, my lips grazed on the delicious surface of her neck and shoulders… Yum.

I could tell she was trying to build slowly…. Not wanting to fall off the cliff too swiftly… getting her money’s worth, so to speak, from my attention.

But ultimately she succumbed to the inevitable compulsion of the churning Magic Wand…. Moaning, bucking, her hips rising up off the bed, almost (but not quite) trying to avoid the relentless vibrations of her new toy.

But my hand pressed its advantage, bringing the tool up to meet her now satisfied cunt until she was begging me to stop.

“Oh… had enough have we, Mistress….”

But of course I accommodated her, switching it off and tucking it back under the ebd.

“I want my cock now, Slave….”

“I think that can be arranged, Mistress.”

From the Annals

We were biking in the cold yesterday afternoon – well not too cold. We are in between snow falls here in River City. So we took advantage of that window of opportunity for some out door exercise.

“Slave …. M says if you want you can post some of those stories he sent us when we were first emailing with him … those ones about that girl, his roommate, all that stuff….”

I figured maybe M was trying to leverage his column inches before the end of the year, hoping it would impact his incentive compensation calculation for 2010.

So being a dutiful Slave I started scouring through our in box from early in the year. So far I have yet to find some of those kinky gens, but I did find this… M’s first email to Molly and Mick, nearly a year ago, on Christmas day, 2009:


“I am the man who left the comment on your blog. I usually do not comment but wanted to thank you as we love your blog. As you invited people to email you I am doing so. We are a couple with two kids. I'm 50 and my wife is 48 our kids are 13 and 11. I too am my wife's slave and she is my mistress. I call her Mamm. We love it and our having the time of our lives exploring this lifestyle. If you would like to I would love to email with you.

Yours truly,

M and B”

Well it seems that the M and B relationship has evolved some over the last year. But what is also compelling is how the Molly and M relationship has grown and evolved over the last year too.

They seem well tuned to each other’s rhythms, despite the occasional hiccup or two.

Yesterday afternoon is an example.

Mistress was attending to various beauty rituals in the morning. I was playing with my adorable grandson. And after both of us were done with those activities, and took that brisk bike ride, we reunited in our Chambers with the door closed to wandering teens.

Mistress was already there in bed. Working on a vanilla blog, and her phone was handy too.

“M’s been texting me Slave …. He said that he and B were already to have sex and then his in-laws showed up….”

“Bummer….”

M and B are much more gracious with Parent time than we are here in River City.

“He says I need to get tougher on you, Slave…. That’d you’d love it…”

“It wouldn’t be my place to disagree, Mistress.”

We settled into bed…. a nap first and then….”

The chime on Mistress’s phone went off…She giggled, and read it to me.

“Are you guys having sex yet?”

“I’m telling him nap first, then sex…..”

And that’s what we did…. I woke Mistress around 4 pm…. We had time for a nice luxuriously slow fuck before it was time for her to begin primping for our evening engagements.

After she showered, and smeared all that moisturizer on her lush body, she looked at her phone.

“Sounds like M is home alone now, Slave…. Do you mind if I call to say hello.”

“Of course not, Mistress.”

So there we were … Mistress lying in bed, chatting with M about his day, me getting dressed for our night out.

To M: “I was too warm in bed to get up to get the equipment to fuck Slave in the ass today, M…. Hate to let you down.”

To me: “Slave, are you sure you want to wear THAT shirt…. At least wear a sport coat with it.”

“Of course Mistress….”

And to both of us: “This is so nice…. To have the two of you sort of here with me together…”

Mistress is there, phone in hand, naked, under the covers. And though it had only been about 30 minutes since her last collection of cums, she somehow seemed … in need. A Slave knows. It’s the smile, the tell tale wriggle that a less devoted consort might not notice.

“Would you like me to worship, Mistress?”

“M, the Slave wants to know if he can worship… now.”

She listens to him a bit more.

I asked again.

“M, I think the Slave really wants to worship me…. Do you mind.”

It was obvious M didn’t mind.

Mistress pulled away the covers. Soon I was on my knees, positioning her, with her legs spread, wide open for me.

“I just cleaned up down there, M…. so Slave’s got a very smooth cunt to worship.”

She was so very smooth, all freshly washed, shaved, moisturized, all ready for my tongue and lips.

And as I devoted myself to this pleasant task, I could tell M was contributing with some inspiring words. But all I could hear was, “Yes… Mike…. I would Mike….”, in that far away voice.

And soon Mistress’s hips were bucking against my eager mouth, a leg wrapping itself around my neck to pull me even closer to her.

“Ummm…. That was nice Slave….”

After, on our drive to a big festive Holiday concert, I asked Mistress what M had been whispering in her ear as I drew that last orgasm from her.

“Oh… I think he was imagining me sucking his cock while you were worshiping my cunt, Slave….”

“That would be hot, wouldn’t it Mistress?”

“Very Hot, Slave. Very hot.”

Mistress Tests Her New Tool

Slave wore his cage yesterday. It was a cold morning, so it took a little extra effort to smush my contracted testes into the little steel ring. But once all of my “goods” were surrounded, I slid the cage into place and Mistress closed the lock with that little smirk of hers.

“Don’t get in trouble today, Slave.”

As if.

Mistress was still reclining in bed. We had been out a little late, celebrating a friend’s surprising retirement at a party that lasted late into the evening. The late hours and excessive consumption had us both dragging a bit. But duty called me, and Mistress had another duty to perform back in our bed.

She and our Western Correspondent had arranged for a conference call of the lengthy and reclining type.

“Where will M be calling from, Mistress?”

“I think from home …. His bed probably.”

“Well this should be entertaining …. Don’t forget to review his objectives for next year Mistress…. We could use a little more productivity from him. That tutorial on ass fucking seemed to be a big hit, even if Sin does not have a weakness for enemas.”

“I think M may be guiding this particular discussion, Slave….”

I kissed my CEO good bye, settled in at the office. I knew their call was to be around 9:45 River City time. Mistress finally came up for air at around 11:30 or so when she called me from her car, finally on the way to her day job.

“Good to hear from you Mistress …. Did you have a productive meeting?”

“You could call it that Slave…. That new Hitachi …. Wow. It seems more powerful than our first model …. And a little louder. M said he could hear it over the phone.”

“Good to know the delay was worth the wait, Mistress…. So how many were you allowed?”

It had been since the afternoon before…. All that denial for my poor CEO must have been trying for her.

“I lost track Slave…. But will tell you all about it tonight.”

The teens were taking themselves to dinner. So Mistress and Slave had the house to themselves, at least for a while.

The temperature had finally broken above 40, so had plans to bundle up for a nice a nice bracing bike ride in the dark to clear away all those cob webs from the night before.

But first, some worship was in order. Mistress had been texting with M when I got home…. She signed off with a brief “worship time”, then settled onto the bed, legs spread.

Of course, by now I was on my knees, and I feasted for a while, listening to her recount some of her morning’s highlights.

“M says he may need to buy a new Hitachi for B…. he was impressed that the new model has a little more pizzazz, Slave….”

After our ride, we opted for bed while the kids were still away.

“Put in your device Slave….I want a very hard cock.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem, Mistress.”

After all, for me it had been almost 36 hours, because of the orgasm embargo M had imposed. But… ever obedient … I lubed up our little aneros and slid it home. It produced the expected results, my cock beginning to fill out even before I slid into bed next to Mistress.

(Foxy…. This little device might be a good “stocking stuffer” for your Hubs, should you decide to steer him in that direction.)

With Slave fully equipped, we huddled up under the sheets, pressing against one another. Mistress seemed to enjoy the friction of my knuckle buried in her sweet and fragrant folds as we moved together, coming that way once, before she allowed my cock entry.

And as we took our time, Mistress talked a little more about her morning with M.

“So what sordid tale did he spin for you, Mistress?”

“Oh the usual Slave…. We went to a BDSM party in Aspen. He had some rope expert truss me up and put me on display ….. and I had to suck some other men’s cocks….”

“Did you enjoy all those cocks, Mistress?”

“It seems I did, Slave….”

“And what did M get out of all this?”

“He got to fuck me in the ass, Slave…”

I’m pressing hard against her now, and using some lateral motion to press her into another moaning climax.

And I was considering the image of M using those tutorial techniques with Mistress…

It’s clearly something she anticipates with a great deal of longing.

But that enema first?

Good luck with that, M.




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Quarantine

Mistress has a date this morning with M – let’s call it a conference to go over their mutual goals and objectives for the new year here at UCTMW Enterprises – so certain restrictions have applied over the last 24 hours.

First, she was instructed not to use her new Hitachi since it finally arrived, spit out belatedly from our balky supply chain management “system” – review of that will certainly me covered on Mick’s year end review by our CEO.

And that in itself was not an easy instruction for Molly to follow. I mean, “it’s son new and shiny, Slave.”

I tried my best to make up for it’s absence yesterday morning with lively tongue and hard cock. But…. I think Mistress was still longing for her power tool…..

Then yesterday M told her no orgasms until their conference.

Mistress began to wheedle.

She told me later about it, over the phone.

“Slave…. He’s told me no orgasms, but I explained we were planning to meet at your office before our parties tonight …. And….”

We had two parties to attend: one a group’s annual Holiday event, then an old friend’s retirement celebration.

“And you told him that you expected worship, Mistress?”

She had even worn her black peek-aboo tights for ease of access for me. Wasn’t she considerate?

“Well what I said is that Slave would be really disappointed if he did not get the chance to worship me.”

“I’m happy just to meet you at the Party, Mistress. That way you won’t have to walk all the way over here in the cold.”

“Oh, not necessary… it’s alright Slave…. M laughed about me being so considerate about your chance to worship me….’it’s just for Mick ….. right!’ is what he said. But he said it’s OK.”

Of course, I followed the “trust but verify” mantra of that former actor turned President, sending an email to M to make sure Mistress was allowed that extra orgasm in my office. M responded by email that, yes I could worship Mistress, but it was good of me to check up on her. She can be a little manipulative when it comes to be serviced early and often.

So Mistress found her way over to my office at around 4:45 pm. I pulled the chair over to bar the door. The red blanket was spread for her. She took her throne, not bothering to shed that swanky black Burberry coat, just hiking it and her dress up around her waist and spreading her thighs to give me access.

Her full lips were already a bit full and flushed…. no doubt from the cold walk over. Frost bite could be a concern with these special tights, I suppose.

And from my knees it was very convenient to bend to my purpose. It took a bit to warm Mistress up, sliding her clit between my lips and teasing it with my tongue seemed to help. And soon her tight covered thighs were squeezing my head as she climbed the wall and dropped over the side into her little world of pleasure.

Delicious.

But that’s been it for M’s “little vixen”. We made it home rather late, and she went to sleep with her hips twitching a bit. I could tell she would have been very happy for me to reach for the Hitachi on the floor next to us, and force an orgasm or two from her before she nodded off. But we resisted that naughty impulse.

“Just think how hot you’re going to be for it in the morning Mistress….”

“Just remember to wear your cage Slave….”

We won’t be driving together, so that is my rule for the day. So I get to sit at my desk, consider what Mistress will be up to with M, back in our bed, her Hitachi finally in hand, with my cock on lockdown.

Sounds like this quarantine applies to both of us.