HNT / A Tutorial on Butt Plugs from our Southern Correspondent

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First, here are some photos of Mistress from our Switch day, this past Sunday. 

Lovely, bottom, don’t you think? Plus, as an HNT bonus, here is  a view of Molly after she just begged to wear those pegs, for the privilege of having all those orgasms.  (Today ‘Nilla has her pegs on too!, making it “DPT”, or “double peg Thursday” in this little corner of blogland.).

And lest you be concerned, things were on a more even keel here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday .

Despite some angst about our Surly Teen #2, we had some satisfying if efficient morning sex, a stop by worship in my office before lunch, and then, last night, with my little white device firmly in place, some very hot good night fucking.

So Mistress got her usual supply or orgasms, and her Slave “came” out well too. Mistress reminded me that Wednesday used to be my Abstinence Day. But we seem to have fallen off that wagon. One can hardly complain.

Today Mistress is working from home, on a project that requires concentration. Avoiding the distractions of her office should be positive, and I hope she and M get a chance for some therapy of their own during the course of the day. She will need the stress relief.

But I am devoting the heft of today’s blog to a very entertaining submission from Donna, our Southern Correspondent. She has been of great help to us here at the UCTMW media empire, picking up the fallen “sword” of our Western Correspondent, who is still rehabilitating that frozen cock. (I am tempted to refer to it as his “special occasion frock”, but that might get MissBehavior and some of our other followers with similar interests confused, so I won’t go there.) Taking time from knitting those protective “cock cozies” for our male staff, she’s shown what an excellent writer she is as well.

Our WC’s Tutorial on First Time Anal Sex, continues to generate clicks here at UCTMW, and this contribution from Donna makes an excellent reading companion. It could  be particularly helpful to Suzanne over at ALL Mine, should she lose her Super Bowl bet to Jay:

 
Considering your WC's lingering interest, experience and longing concerning anal sex, it doesn't take a visit to the local psychic to see long hours spent with butt plugs in your... future, probably for both of you. While Mick has written about your wonderful strap-on, hours spent in an up close and personal relationship with a butt plug can...alter the way one walks and talks if not done properly. The snip below is from an Australian blog I enjoy, “Down the Rabbit Hole”. I wish I had read a handy-dandy guide like this before doing my stubborn "I can take it" routine.

If this is repeat or old hat information for you, my apologies. However, better too much than not enough info when talking about delicate tissues.

From a purely psychological standpoint, it might be interesting to know about the potty training procedures of WC's mother. I would be among the first to raise my hand and say that anal sex is a wonderful thing. However, the enthusiasm of WC and the thumbs up approach of his brother lead me to wonder whether their mother had one of those expensive musical potty chairs or offered candy or cash for #2 accomplishments beginning a positive association with the human butt that has lasted through the years. Just wondering.

I know, I know, some friends send Hallmark greeting cards to show they care. I, on the other hand, have always leaned toward the more practical. I started to write a greeting card style poem to go with this info, but (husband) Bill said he thought perhaps you have suffered enough with the email alone. Sometimes he is more humorous than others.

Hugs,
Donna


http://deviantrabbit.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-term-butt-plug-wearing.html

Long term butt plug wearing

This is being posted because it is one of those things that people ask about frequently and this is an easier way of doing it... for one small slave at any rate. Some of this stuff is common knowledge and some of it is from trial and error so may not be universal. It is also worth mentioning that some of it is less than glamorous so you have been warned. Err... that means stop reading now if you are squeamish...

Selection:

·         Stainless steel is best for long term wear and there are plenty to choose from.

·         Be aware that as your body gets used to them you may need to select a larger size, particularly if you are doing this to make anal sex easier. As they are expensive you might want to give this some consideration before ordering that cute little one.

·         If you are wearing them 24/7 give some thought to the shape of your arse and the handle. The gems are pretty, but are wider than the Njoy.

Lube:

·         Don’t be shy; use it, particularly in the beginning

·         Get a good silicone based one rather than water. It lasts longer and doesn’t wash off so easily. “Back Door” by Pjur is the best one has found to date.

Time:

·         Be sensible... work up to it. Don’t just ram the thing in and hope for the best. Wear it for a short time and increase it.

·         If it hurts take it out and try again later

Gas:

·         Your body produces a lot of it and you don’t realise how much until it can’t get out easily.

·         If it builds up you will get cramps. Take it out for a while or wiggle it so the gas can escape.

·         As the body gets used to the plug it will learn how to work around it. As the swelling goes down it will get easier.

Enemas:

·         Are fun things to do but you don’t have to do a full one every time. It is much kinder to the body in the long run as continual enemas can strip out the natural lining of the bowel and you can get a lazy bowel... it stops contracting to expel.

·         Use a bulb type enema (rectal syringe) standing up to give a quick flush where you need it and cause less problems

Diet and exercise:

You thought you were safe didn’t you J

·         It is in your best interest to keep a good diet and exercise program with plenty of water. You want nice firm stools that come out cleanly rather than leaving a mess you have to clean up every time.

·         The best way to do this is make sure you eat plenty of fibre and drink plenty of water. Stay away from foods that upset your stomach... it is a kindness

Miscellaneous:

·         Do take the damn things out somewhere safe. If you drop one of them down a toilet they will crack the bowl.

·         They are heavy and slippery when removed and come out faster than you think...

·         Stainless steel can be washed easily and they can be sterilized... do it on a regular basis

·         They cannot fall in or out if they have a good base

·         If it is cold, warm it first under some hot water... it cuts down on cramping

·         The 2.0 is not for the faint-hearted or the novice... there are some issues with both the length of the handle which renders it hard to sit on, and that even with the fluting on the side venting gas is difficult.

Thanks for these good words of advice, Donna. And I know all our readers look forward to our WC’s response about his potty training days.

Now I better go up stairs and put on the ring for my cock cage. Since we will not be driving to work together today, it's in the cage for this Slave.

Three Strikes

I suspect this blog creates the impression that Molly and Mick are always chipper and upbeat. That we are relentlessly courteous to one another. That we live in a drama free zone where, like a kinky version of that mythical Minnesota Town, the cunts are always dripping, the dicks are never flacid, and the cock cages never get tarnished.

Hate to break the news, but even we can have a bad day here at UCTMW, one that requires a little energy and humility to overcome.

Our day started a bit too early yesterday morning. Both of us had early downtown meetings. And Mistress had been up the night before working on a project. So there was no sex to begin the day.

Strike one.

Then, in the car, as we game planned the rest of our too busy week, trying to figure out how to get Surly teen #1’s care serviced, get to the gym, make sure that a car was available for Surly teen #2’s dentist appointment, blah, blah, blah, Mistress got a little snappish:

“Don’t lecture me…..”

Strike two.

That quieted things down for the rest of the ride to work, as you might imagine.

I dropped Mistress at her meeting, then went to mine.

We did exchange mushy text messages from our meetings. Little peace feelers. And when Mistress called me on her walk back to her office, we seemed to be in a better space.

We also talked as she walked to and from a lunch engagement, at a posh downtown Club where all of the corporate lions of River City gather at noon time, to tut tut about our nation’s slow descent into socialism, as they export jobs and their bank accounts to warmer and more congenial climes.

No doubt he would be much admired in her black dress, with those lovely slits showing off those strong shapely legs in black tights and her over the knee boots. Very Tina Turner.

But it was around 3 pm that I got a rather snippy text from her:

“You never invited me over for worship today when I was walking around, Slave.”

Ooops. Strike 3.

“You seemed so busy, Mistress.”

“No excuse.”

At this point my initial instinct was to get defensive …. But I quickly realized that would put us back on a downward slope. Instead, I groveled.

“I deserve punishment, Mistress.”

“Yes, you do…. What if I come over now.”

“Excellent.”

Within about 5 minutes, she strode into my office. Looking hot. (I forgot to ask whether any of those corporate lions flirted with her…. Another demerit.)

“I can’t believe I had to ask for worship, Slave….. and here I am in my special tights.”

That was a surprise…. Usually I get advance notice, to remind me how to plan my day.

“Hmmmm…. Did you wear those for someone other than me, Mistress.”

“No…. but I probably should have.”

No further discussion was required. I pressed her “throne” up against the door, spread out the maroon blanket, and fell to my knees. With those peek-a-boo tights, Mistress was ready for action. No need to remove her boots.

“Take your time, Slave…. I’m taking a photo that I want to see posted on the blog.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Suffice it to say that I did take my time, with Mistress’s legs over my shoulders, holding me firmly in place, as I proceeded to bring her to two robust little cums to break the chill.

Hopefully I had redeemed myself, but I suspected there might be further consequences for my poor attitude and negligent behavior. If any of you out there have any suggestions, I am sure Mistress would welcome them.

Later, at home, things were back to “normal”, which suggested that groveling was definitely my best path to redemption.

Mistress and I were sitting in bed, resting up a bit, checking your blogs on our laptops, before it was time to prepare dinner.

The WC had been texting Mistress, and I suggested that she ask him if he was going to respond to Suzanne’s comment, requesting that he describe his first use of the “diaper position.”

The WC, who apparently does not want to get all that lube residue on his computer keyboard, quickly responded.

“He says he is going to dictate the story to his Slave Molly, while she wears that buttefly vibrator, Slave…. What do you think of that….”

“I think you would probably like that, Mistress….”

“Yes, Slave…. I probably would.”

By the time the teens were fed, and we were done watching #POTUS do his #SOTU (too much tweeting last night!), there was still time for some hanky panky. And I was fortunate that Mistress was in a forgiving mood.

“Are you finally ready to fuck me now, Slave…”

“I am fortunate that you are allowing it after my misbehavior today, Mistress….”

“Yes, you are a very lucky, Slave.”

Amen.

Mistress's Switch Day Bonus

Molly and Mick had a busy day here in River City, and Molly is working even as I type this on Monday evening, editing a proposal that was rather poorly drafted by some of her less than conscientious colleagues.

Poor Mistress. She has every right to be a little cranky. Toleration of fools is not a strong point for her.

Then it’s an early rise for us for some command performances at 8 am. That explains why you will be able to read tomorrow’s blog tonight.

We left off this morning with Mistress’s difficult choice: braving the cruel clothes pins in order to enjoy a soothing orgasm after all that Switch Day teasing.

But she might have made a different choice if she knew what was in store for her later that afternoon.

She had taken Surly teen #2 to the movies, while I visited my cantankerous Mother. We both found ourselves back at home again around 4:30 pm. When Mistress walked in, I was in guy heaven: watching the NFL playoff game and reading the Times. Mistress joined me on the couch in my “man cave”, but within a few minutes, her text message chime went off.

“It’s M, Slave. He wants to know if I am available to talk.”

“Of course you are, Mistress. I don’t think either the Bears or the Packers will notice that you have lost interest.”



Mistress was clearly excited to get the call from our Western Correspondent, and quickly adjourned to our bedroom. And as I became engrossed in the Bears comeback attempt, ultimately frustrated by a very large dude’s unlikely interception for a TD, I probably lost track of time, and her.

But about 40 minutes later, there she was, a bit flushed, a wicked smile on her face, sliding down next to me as the game neared it’s end.

“Did you miss me, Slave….”

“Of course, Mistress …. but it looks like you had some fun….”

“I did Slave….”

“How many, Mistress?”

“Two, Slave…. Just two.”

“And the WC, Mistress…. Did he get off too?”

“No…. he said he took care of himself earlier, because he wasn’t sure I would get back to him in time….”

“Sounds like that special occasion cock is on the mend….”

“So it seems, Slave….”

Good to know. I guess I can call off that private eye who was commissioned to photograph him in compromising positions to rebut that bogus workers' comp claim.

In fact, Our readers should know that the Western Correspondent was happy to see that old story from his private email last winter reconstituted in our Sunday morning blog. I suppose it takes a bit of pressure off his productivity expectations during that lengthy rehabilitation. So here is another story from his old emails to us, describing his further adventures in his ski instructor days:


"I had one experience with cuckolding from the male dom side that I thought you guys might enjoy. I had a doctor named Mike from LA in one of my ski classes. I was having dinner with him and his wife L one night, and she was really flirting with me. After dinner he excused himself and went to bed. L and I ended up in the disco pretty drunk and making out in the corner. We ended up in my room fucking for hours. She was a very lusty lady and very good looking. She was also submissive. I asked her what her husband was going to think of her coming back to there room at 4 in the morning. She said "oh. my husband knows me".

Anyway this started a thing between us that lasted about 3 years. She would spend 4 or 5 weeks a year at club med, usually without her husband. I would sometimes meet her at a resort in the summer and spend the week with her.

I remember one time in particular that I thought you guys might find fodder for a fantasy. I was dancing with L in the disco and I was grabbing the back of her hair and making her look right in my eyes while I looked intently at her and told her about the things I was going to do to her. With my other hand I was grabbing her breast and pinching her nipple hard. I could tell she was very excited and kept asking her how wet she was. She kept telling me she was soaking wet.

The disco was in the basement, as was the make up/dressing room for the nightly shows. This room had no lock and there was a very real possibility that someone might come in even late at night. Several people actually worked in that room, the professional actors and dancers and the make up and costume people. I took her in there and pulled her blouse and bra up over her tits. I started pinching both her nipples hard while kissing her. I remember my cock was rock hard and standing straight up, the way a 26 year old cock can do.

I pulled her pants all the way down to her ankles and pushed two then three fingers up her soaking vagina. I then rubbed her clit and she came very hard. The I pushed her down to her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth. As she was sucking my cock I told her that I was going to whip her ass with my belt. I had her turn around and lean over a dressing table and grab the other side. I took off my belt and doubled it up and really laid into her ass. She had bright red stripes across her ass, doing that made my dick even harder. I then pulled her ass apart so I could look at her asshole and pussy. I remember telling her that she was lucky I didn't have any lube or I would fuck her in the ass. Anyway I started fucking her and she came and came, as did I. We then pulled up our pants and went right back in the disco. I remember her telling me that she was sitting in a puddle as we had another drink. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story as much as we have enjoyed your stories, and I hope that it did provide some fodder for your fantasies.

Yours truly,

M

Mistress' Dilemma

Sometimes Switch Day will start in one direction, and take an unanticipated turn  on our Sundays here at the Collins’ household.

For example … yesterday surly teen #2 was lurking about, stomping around the upstairs hallway, making her presence heard. That tends to put a damper on things that go on beyond our closed doors. So I had aborted any plans for a good stern cropping, the kind that would make little cracking on the ass sounds, or generate uncontainable whines or moans from Mistress.

Plan B was a bit more conventional. Tie Mistress to the bed, hands overhead, a bit of low key spanking, deployment of the Hitachi, etc., etc. A good time would be had by all.

We got that far: Mistress on her stomach, hands bound over head, ass a little pink, and me with the Hitachi in hand, slid between her legs from behind. Just like that, Mistress was already asking for permission to come. (Of course, permission is always required.)

That’s when I changed directions.

“No…. not yet.”

“But Slave….”

Her piteous moan was soooo sad.

I pulled the Hitachi back running it along her inner thighs, making her squirm, but turning down the level of need at her little “on/off” button.

She ratcheted down a bit, from DevCon 5 to 3 or so. The Hitachi went back where she liked it for a while. But when she asked permission again, I was still saying “No.”

Too easy.

I switched it off, putting it aside.

“Roll over, Mistress….”

She looked up, oozing petulance.

What are you doing, Slave….”

“I thought I might fuck you for a while, as I consider when and whether to let you come…..”

She rolled. I mounted. She wiggled a little, amused by my struggle to find the entry point without her help. But, surprise, surprise, it did not take long…..soon I was slowly sliding in and out of her, while gently gnawing on a nipple.

“But this is against our code, Slave.  I always get to come before you fuck me. …Always.”

“That’s what Switch Days are for, Mistress…. To do things out of order, against code….”

Of course, I was in no urgent need to come, just toying with her…. And after a bit more fucking I slid out, and this is where the improvisation began.

“How badly do you want to come this morning, Mistress…. I mean we could just wait until later. I could get off, and maybe later things could go your way….”

“Uhhh…. Badly Slave….”

“Then how about this…. You can come if you ask me to  put the clothespins on your breasts…. But if they are something too painful to think about, then I can just tease you a bit more before we go to the gym…. Your choice.”

She tried to bargain.

“But they hurt slave… they really hurt…. And I know you like to see me come, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I live to make you come. But, all things considered, I can wait until later for that wonderful experience if you want…. It’s your call….”

I was running my fingers teasingly through her cleanly shaven folds, marveling at how wet she was, enjoying the thrust of her hips as she rose to meet my hand.

“This is mean, Slave…”

“But I’m just giving you a choice, Mistress.  Choices are good, aren’t they. “School Choice.” “The right to choose.” That’s all good, isn’t it?”

My lips had found her left nipple, teasing it to life.

“I mean, how much can those little clothes pins really hurt…. And I know it won’t take you that long to come once they are on and I deploy the power tool.”

She seemed more than a little frustrated now, her hips lifting against my roving fingers.

“Put them on Slave….”

“Say please…. “

“Please, Slave…..”

“Why do you want them on, Mistress. They are going to hurt….”

“Because I want to come, Slave…. I really want to come…. “

“Impressive, Mistress…. You really are asking me to put this pins on your breasts?

I was brandishing one, opening it up for her…..

“Just get it over with, Slave…..”

“Of course, Mistress, if that’s what you really want.”

I used some lip suction to make sure her rosey little nipples were nice and firm before squeezing the clips, and letting their greedy little pincers  capture first her left nipple then her right. Mistress winced, her eyes snapped tight as each nipple was contained.

Impressive discipline. No whining. She must have been horny or something.

And true to my word, I did get on with it. Switching on the power tool, and pressing it home, just where Mistress likes it. And would you be surprised if I told you that she soon was bucking up against it, her breath  ragged.

“Can I come now, Slave…..” she moaned through clenched teeth.

“Of course, Mistress.”

She rode that churning tool through one orgasm, came down, and rode it back up through another, as her hips came up off the bed, back arching for purchase against that little bulb.  As she hit that second climax, I took off one and then the other clothes pin, making her moan again as the blood flowed back into those tender tlittle orbs.

“Enough Slave… please turn it off.”

“Of course, Mistress. “

And then it was my turn to slide in and enjoy the ride…..