From the Desk of Our CEO

Mick and I have just arrived for our offsite strategic meeting. The Mountains enable us to think clearly as we carve the path for the future of the enterprise. Some of you may not know know, but I am an organizational psychologist. As such, I often analyze the behavior of our workforce.

I have noted some troubling developments. There seems to be a hostile relationship that has developed between our southern and western correspondents. It is true that I am submissive to the WC, therefore he is always correct. While this  does demonstrate a lack of professionalism on my part, I simply cannot help myself. I have been seduced by the special nature of our relationship.

Having said that, I hold a tremendous amount of respect for the great writing put forth by both Bill and Donna. I especially am grateful that Bill has deemed me "hot." This is by far a more flattering descriptor than "smart," "powerful" or "important." These are the sorts of words that I live for.

In terms of Mick, while he is my submissive, he clearly seems to take charge, order around other employees and stir the pot. He does not seem to be able to control what has become erratic, but predictable behavior. I was heartened that our caretaker had left my riding crop on the bed -- Mick awaits his punishment.

As for me, it has been 24 hours since our last sex. Mick is tired at the moment. The WC has not been able to perform for close to ten days. I am thinking that the cantina up the street may be my next stop -- unless one of these two red-blooded American employees can rise to the occasion.

Love
Molly

Taking These Boots on the Road....

Molly and Mick will be up and out the door early this morning. Heading West. We hope to have more lurid details for you later today, but it may not be until morning.  In the meantime, check out Ms. Marie, who yesterday posted a lovely tour of her dungeon and rolled out the welcome mat for our WC and our bewitching if reckless CEO for that safety training update they clearly need.

Looks like it would be snug, but I think both could be accommodated. I am thinking front to front suspended from the ceiling, with nothing to separate them but some diabolical chastity devices.

I am sure that would focus their attention on protecting UCTMW Enterprises from excessive Worker's Comp claims.

Yesterday our Senior Correspondent, Donna, shared some lovely boots she found that she thinks would look nice on the CEO, budget be damned.

And as a bonus shot, here is the booted Molly, in our hotel suite over the weekend.  She didn't have them on too much longer.

Have a great day, and we will be back later!

Boots of Spanish Leather

Today’s theme music…..courtesy of Nanci Griffith and Bob Dylan."Boots of Spanish Leather"

Mistress and her Slave do spend a lot of time out West…. In fact we are headed there tomorrow morning… solo…. For a long weekend of skiing and doing what we do when the kids are far away.

All that time in the Mountain Time Zone means we have acquired some lovely cowboy boots. Mistress has picked out the three pairs I have. And of course she has acquired several pairs of her own. They look a lot hotter on her than on me….do you think it's the unshaved leg thing?

I suppose we should put them to the test and try having sex in them this weekend to put an exclamation point on boot week!

It may seem that the boots have gotten on the way of sexcapades this week. Actually, its been a very busy work schedule that have impaired us a bit. Monday night, Mistress was out late at a rather dreary business dinner. By the time she got home she was bone tired and only ready to crash. And of course I was understanding, though I did want to hear about her evening.

“Did anyone flirt with you, Mistress?”

He snorted, in her very feminine and sexy way.

“No, Slave… it was a pretty dull group.”

Then yesterday morning, Mistress had an early call, and we had to be out the door by 7:30 am.

“Sorry, Slave…. But no sex this morning. Not enough time.”

Fortunately, I was able to drive with her, so I could avoid time in my cage. There’s nothing worse than cage time when it’s been a whole 24 hours or so since the last engagement. (Yeah, I know, Tammy and others out there, I’m a very spoiled Slave.)

Mistress did have a chance to stop by the office before lunch yesterday for a little personal attention. She had crushed velvet pants on, and ankle boots (damn, forgot to snap a photo), so there was a little more disrobing than normal before she assumed her throne and let me have at her. And she must have been a tad horny herself, as I remember her hips rising up off the share to meet my greedy mouth as her legs wrapped themselves around my neck and she came for me.

She gave me a little pat on the crotch as she was restoring her polished business look, “getting a little horny, Slave?”

“Uhh, yes, Mistress.”

She wiped my mouth a bit with her fingers.

“Got some lipstick there, Slave…”

“It may just be your sweet nectar, Mistress.”

We left the office around 5 pm. I was planning dinner of grilled Salmon and roasted potatoes. And Surly teen #2 had an interview at the house at 7:30 for a trip she may be taking next school year. But I was determined to end our “fast”, which by now was pushing 36 hours or so.

I must have seemed a little pathetic as I suggested that we quickly disrobe and get down to business. But Mistress was merciful, and indulged me.

First, I burrowed under the sheets, making sure that my lips and tongue showed her my gratitude. And then Mistress returned the favor, using her velvety lips to assure that my desperate cock met her standards.

Then she pushed me back, and straddled me.

“I think I’ll take it for a ride, Slave….”

“It’s ready to be ridden, Mistress….”

Ah, yes. And by the time we were done, there was just enough time to grill that Salmon.

During the interview that occurred later, our daughter was asked questions about her home life – to make sure she would be compatible with a family selected to host her next year.

“So, how would you describe your parents…. Quiet and reserved, or outgoing and adventurous?”

“Definitely quiet and reserved.”

Huh?

By the way, things have not been so quiet in the comments section these last few days. It seems that our Western Correspondent M must be rallying from his health crisis, by the tone of his increasingly outrageous demands for corporate advancement. My theory is that one never gets a big promotion when out on sick leave. And before he has a personal interview with the CEO, who of course will make the final call on any re-shuffling of corporate titles.

So cool your jets and get yourself healthy and back to work, M.

And I’ve enjoyed the loyal responses from our new Senior Correspondent, Donna, who knows how to spout the company line. That woman has a future here at UCTMW Enterprises!

In particular, M was grousing about the temerity of a lowly Chief Safety Officer suggesting some job safety re-training for the CEO and our Western Correspondent, with the help of Ms. Marie. But keep in mind that my prime directive is to assure the profitability of UCTMW. That means making sure our key employees live to write another day, and also keeping a lid on health insurance and workers’ comp premiums.

Reckless behavior, whether in a branch office or in the executive suite here at our World HQ is sure to compromise our corporate mission.

And, let’s be honest, wouldn’t some time spent down in Ms. Marie’s dungeon, chained to one of her utilitarian furnishings, with that little electric shock collar tightly gripping the special occasion cock, help re-focus M on doing his job and doing it safely?

And wouldn’t a nice week of tight restraints, corporal punishment and orgasm denial in the hands of a professional remind our CEO that she can’t ride a bike and have sex chat with our WC at the same time?

These Boots are Made for.....

First, we need to link you to some theme music…..Boots (check out the boots in the video).

The initial shot was on the fly this afternoon at my office. The weather was a challenge, a cold soaking rain, but Mistress stopped by for some worship before she headed to a dinner engagement. I made sure I got the “one boot on, one boot off” shot to share with you.

Then there is this lovely boot shot from our  down river blog colleague, Aisha. She has a great story that goes with it, and here is the link.  I do find the laces appealing.

Our Southern correspondent, Donna, sent us some photos she selected as part of our boot week extavaganza, which are definitely enticing. Here’s one of them.

 

And one more shot from her husband Bill. He clearly opts for utility, rather than style. You have to respect that in a man.

Now, as a point of personal privilege, your humble slave will now don his hat as the hard working HR and Risk Manager of UCTMW Enterprises, LLC. (If you did not read yesterday's comments, make sure you scroll back to see the buzz saw of whining from the WC that I stirred up yesterday with my gentle reminders about our sensible corporate procedures here at UCTMW).

I know there has been some push back from our hard (and or not so hard) working Associates about what they perceive as draconian policies designed to cover the corporate ass at the expense of loosey goosey lifestyle choices they choose to make. But let me fill you in on the disturbing facts that gave rise to yesterday’s memorandum.

On Saturday, Mistress shared some concerns she had about our Western Correspondent.

“He says he disconnected his IV’s and announced he was ‘checking out’”.

“Sounds a little crazy, Mistress….a very Hunter Thompson-ish move...and I’m sure some of those nurses felt short changed….”

“Then he says he went home and tried to ride his bike…. He almost crashed….”

“My guess is he forgot to zip up too, Mistress….”, risking a frozen cock relapse.

So you can see the basis for my concern. A correspondent gone rogue, still under the influence of prescription pain killers, trying to peddle off into literary history.

But the story doesn’t end there.

Mistress, Slave, and the two surly teens drove back from Chicago yesterday morning. When we got home, it was my mission to do the grocery shopping for an overly ambitious dinner party we were hosting for my family here commencing at 6 pm.

Mistress was off on a bike ride to care for that lovely body.

But when I got home, what did I hear?

“M called my on my ride, Slave…. And when I tried to answer, well … I had a crash….  I had Trouble getting out of my shoe clips.”

I inspected her carefully for damage. Fortunately, she was wearing her helmet, and there were no obvious scrapes or bruises. I was not looking forward to licking loose gravel from her luscious body.

But can you now understand why, as Director of Risk Management, I was concerned about this gross deterioration in safe workplace habits?

I guess I could just go out and buy some “Key Man (or Woman)” Insurance, sit back and wait to cash in as these two act with increasing reckless disregard for their own health and safety. Or I can try to politely remind then of their obligations to their employer and, secondarily, their loved ones.

'Nuff said.  I will forego quoting from Shylock’s speech in the Merchant of Venice.