Early Morning Treats

Mistress and Slave were on the party circuit again last evening …. Yet another retirement party (not sending a good message is it?) and then Mistress’s office holiday extravaganza.

I think at one point I did drop to one of Mistress’s colleagues an aside about how I am her devoted Slave…. But by then the exotic martinis all had been consuming seemed to obliviate the impact of my naughty little remark. (Is that a word --- or am I going all Palin-esque).

By the time we returned home – to a sidewalk that required shoveling – Mistress was in a different zone, lounging about the house in her black tights and bra, a plate of left over apple crisp in her hands. The surly teens were rolling their eyes, amused at their tipsy mom.

But then it is the holidays, and restrained indulgence has it’s place.

In any event, there were no between the sheets indulgence for Molly and Mick last night.

But this morning was a different matter.

Mistress was awake earlier than normal, debriefing with me about the night’s events and our WC’s contacts with her yesterday.

“He was very attentive yesterday, Slave…. “

“AS he should be, Mistress.”

“I think he is anticipating that we won’t be in touch much over the holidays.”

In fact we are heading out to our mountain hideaway this afternoon – driving for a change – much to the consternation of our two pampered divas in training.

“I’m sure he will miss you Mistress….and you will miss those dates.”

“I will Slave….”

Mistress was stretching her arm a bit. She had been annoyed by a sore shoulder this last week, probably from a little too aggressive use of the weight machines at our gym.

I rubbed it with a meaty paw for a while, then reached over, under the bed, for Mistress’s brand new Hitachi.

Sensing my movement, Mistress almost immediately rolled onto her back, spreading those delicious thighs….

“Wait, Mistress…. I was going to use it on your shoulder.”

I think she was a little disappointed.

“Sorry, Slave…. I thought you had something else in mind.”

“Well let’s just say I was going to start on your shoulder….”

And I did. The cover story on the box is true. It does help relieve the pain of sore muscles.

But then I soon had the churning device sliding down her back, then between those slightly parted thighs. And the aroma of Mistress’s wanton arousal was soon coursing through the room.

“Ummmm….. let me roll over Slave….”

She did, and was soon writhing as the lead of the tool focused on her dripping folds.

She struggled to extend to ecstasy a bit, directing me with her words and hands. But soon Mistress succumbed to the relentless power of the Magic Wand, with some of those lovely moans, her hips rising off the bed.

And as she was coming down, she wanted something else.

“Give me the cock, Slave. I need it now.”

And it was more than ready to serve her.


Look forward to our reports from the road this weekend. And wave if we drive by you some where in Missouri or Kansas!

Today's Other Kinky Kookie Bloggers

Here are links to today's other cookie blogs. Enjoy them all:

Alice

Ally
Cultivated Discipline

Elysia
Externally Motivated Wife
greengirl
Hedone

Kirsti
Jz
Kelly Red
Molly and Mick
mouse
nilla
Sara
selkie (NB- recipe posted chez Jz, though!)
sephani paige

sin
Striving for Peace

Tempting Sweets
turiya
Xantu

HNT/ Kinky Krisp

It’s the Holidays, and even our strange little kinky Blogger community has to take a break from egging each other on to new sexual exploits, and take notice.

It wouldn’t be the Holidays in the Collins household without decadent tempting sweets lying about the house, to help us all lower our centers of gravity as we get ready for a ski vacation with our surly teens at our secret mountain hideaway. What’s the difference between bending your knees and just letting them buckle?

Earlier this week, SFP recruited good old Mick for the cookie-palooza promoted by a variety of our sub sisters.

My guess is that I’m just affirmative action window dressing – but I’m game. Hopefully, I  am a  credit to my gender when it comes to larding up family and friends for the holidays.

There’s just one problem:  While Mistress has a profound sweet tooth, she also has a wheat allergy. So when Mick is called on to make a desert it has to be wheat-less.

I’ve perfected in my own haphazard way an Apple Crisp that gets Mistress salivating even as it warms in the oven. And I’m sharing it with you here with a few illustrations from the one I prepared Sunday evening for our Christmas dinner with extended family here in River City.

First, grease a pan or glass dish and fill it with apple chunks: a pan that’s about 15” x 8” will take about 4 to 6 apples, depending on size. I like to have a variety of apple categories available to make the taste a little more complex. Sort of like one of Aisha’s and D’s munches with that strange mix of kinksters coming in various ages, dimensions and preferences, all ogling one another.  Pears can go into the mix too.

Here is a picture of what the apples should look like once cored and chunked. I’m way to lazy to skin the apples. I must have gotten that from our WC.

Once the apples are arrayed in the dish or pan, pore about ½ cup of water over them. 

Now would be a good time to pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees. (Higher if at altitude of 6500 feet or more.)

Of course you could just bake the apples. They would be tasty and healthy. But then you’d miss the sugar and butter.

That’s coming next.

Get out a mixing bowl, and fill it with one cup of brown sugar, one cup of refined white sugar, and two cups of thick cut oats.

To the mix add a cup of nuts: walnuts or peanuts or cashews will do,  but not too salty, unless you are into that. 

Then add a teaspoon of nutmeg and two teaspoons of cinnamon.

Take one stick of butter and soften it up. 30 seconds in the microwave does it for me. But you can melt it in a sauce pan too.

Pour the butter into the bowl with all the other stuff, and mix it roughly together with a wooden spoon --- you know the kind that can also double for an implement to redden a sub’s bottom. (D’s risotto spoon would do).

Once the goop is all blended together, and you have most of the lumps out of the brown sugar, it looks sort of like this:

The final step is to spread your oaty, sugary mix over the apples, trying your best to get it evenly distributed, corner to corner.  It will look like this:

Cover the pan with a sheet of aluminum foil, and stick it in the oven for about 30 minutes.  Then remove the aluminum foil and let it cook for another 30 minutes, crisping the top.

It can sit in the oven for a while after that, cooling a bit.  The final product will look like this:

Dish your crisp onto a plate. Serve it with Ice Cream if this is not sweet enough for you.

Of course, now I’m hungry, and there are leftovers from Sunday sitting in the fridge. I wonder if Mistress will let me smear it on her lovely tummy and suck it off?


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Amazingly, Mistress fell for this little stunt.

"Anything for blog material, Slave."


Of course, I warmed a plate of the leftover concoction a bit in the microwave first. Cold crisp on Mistress's warm tummy would have gotten Slave into big trouble. 

"Maybe I should tie your hands behind your back and make you eat it that way, Slave."


I suppose that would have made it all the more delicious.


And when I had lapped up the last delicious morsel, and my lips and tongues moved lower to pleasure Mistress for being such a good sport,  the sugary, cinnamon taste of the crisp belended Oh so wonderfully with the taste of Mistress's delectable secretions.


"What tastes better Slave, me or the crisp?"


"Well it's a close call, but you, of course, Mistress."


I may want to have a little more before heading to work this morning.

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Slave Gets Extended Cage Time

First off, we want to say thanks to Suzanne at “All Mine” for the very kind shout out to the team here at UCTMW in her blog yesterday. She made a special mention of our Western Correspondent’s recent tutorial on breaking in a Slave to Ass fucking. See her post here:ALL MIne

Slave is not obsessive about blog stats, but I thought I would check this morning to see if Suzanne’s suggestion caused more eyes to find us yesterday. Sure enough, there were more than 257 page views of the WC’s clever tutorial, and more than 1000 page views of UCTMW yesterday, about 20% more than normal.

I’m thinking that there now may be more than a few extra broken in ass’s out there in the blog-o-verse, after their Dom’s or Domme’s decided to play along with M’s “How to” guide.

Of course, I suspect I will soon be hearing from the WC’s union steward, asking for some unwarranted salary increase. Ah well. I guess that’s just the price tag of success.

Suzanne, you should know that we’ve been keeping track and doing a little “Ohh-ing and Ahh-ing” about you, Jay and Tammy. In particular, Molly and the WC have been wondering about how you get Tammy to be so utterly submissive to you….You have a very compelling control over him. And now Jay is into the act too….Yikes.

Maybe you can get some product placement royalties if you promote the diaper brand you’ve been using.

Here at the Collins Household things were a little slow …. At least for Mick yesterday. After all that patting ourselves on the back yesterday about “quantity”, Mistress decided to impose an Abstinence Day on me. And I probably deserved it.

On Monday, Mistress finally received her package from M: One of those clever little insert able eggs that Aisha and Nilla have been writing about of late, but with a controller attached by wire.

I know M has plans for her compulsory use of that little toy. It was my assignment to get her batteries yesterday and …. Well….. Slave forgot.

Mistress already had the upper hand on me, since it was a cage day for me. I had been instructed to lock the little steel contraption on in the morning, since we were driving separately.

And because Mistress had to be out the door unusually early, we did not have time for our normal sexual activity.

Not that Mistress was bereft of sexual pleasure. That would be wrong, wouldn’t it?

As we showered, I embraced her warm, wet body as she rinsed her hair. My fingers dipped between her legs. AS well trained as they’ve become, it took only a few moments for me to have Mistress shuddering in my arms, a quickie orgasm to help brace her for the cold 8 degree River City morning.

I texted Mistress from my office about an hour later, suggesting that she stop by after her breakfast meeting. And sure enough, she popped in at around 9:30 am.

And our regular readers know what happened next. Mistress was soon in her “throne”, Slave was on his knees, and the grazing began. When She was satisfied – I think there were two involved because Slave was still hungry for her after the first one – I took a photo of her smug smile and spread legs and texted it to M:

“Breakfast”

About an hour later he replied:

“Wow, that’s early.”

And I was back at him:

“She has her needs.”

“Yes…. She certainly does.”

When I got home, around 7 pm, Mistress was still at the gym, to return a bit later as I was fixing dinner for us and the surly teens. The dreaded “stir fry”, in which Slave includes whatever her finds in the fridge.

Mistress knew the teens were hungry, and gave me a little kiss of greetings.

“I guess we will just have to keep the cage on for a while.”

And it stayed on until around 9:30 pm, through dinner and some Christmas Card addressing.

That’s when Mistress asked about her batteries. And I realized my error.

“Well there need to be consequences Slave…. Since I’m rather tired from spinning…. Maybe we cancel sex for this evening…”

She eyed the cage…. Of course I was naked, standing before her as she lounged in bed….

“Maybe you just keep the cage on and we will discuss this in the morning.”

Oh dear. And of coure, my cock gave off that pavlovian twitch when Mistress gets all dommy with me.

But I knew the cage could get a tad uncomfortable through the night…. When the cock inevitably stretches out as a result of who knows what dream activity.

“But how would it feel to have the hard, cold cage pressed up against your soft, warm bottom through the night Mistress….”

I knew I was treading on thin ice here….manipulative behavior could lead to treble damages… or three times the sentence with that dreaded cage.

But to my relief, she relented, apparently favoring her own comfort to my punishment.

“”all right, pitiful Slave… I will unlock you.”

So by now its been a dreadful 36 hours or so since Slave was allowed to come. Demand is more than sufficiently pent up.

So I know you will understand if I quickly post this sad tale and head up stairs to wake my sleeping Mistress.