Dispatch from Our Undisclosed Location

Sun does a lot for our dispositions. Yesterday morning, you saw that gray, River City sky through our windscreen. Today, check out the bright azure high desert sky as we drove from the airport north to our little hideaway yesterday afternoon.

Things had been chaotic at work for both of us this week. I was up late working Wednesday night, so by the time I got to bed, both of us were pretty weary and passed on our normal bed time activities. And we were out to the airport by 5:50 am, so no morning sex either.

I know, we are not holding up our end of the sex blogger bargain.  But bear with us….

The sunny 3 hour drive, a stop for a late lunch / early dinner at a favorite place along the way, and monitoring the developments back at the World HQ by way of comment / banter from our Western Correspondent, Senior Correspondent and wily Production Assistant got us into a lighter and more relaxed  mood.

It’s reassuring to know that UCTMW is now beginning to write itself. I can just toss out a few deviant themes or comments, and our creative staff can riff on them for hours, taking them in all sorts of crazy directions. Who would have expected Dick Cheney to make a cameo appearance. And I am hoping the unlucky Guido was an independent contractor, so I don’t have to worry about his worker’s comp claims too.

In fact, Bill played such an imaginative role in yesterday’s hijinks that he is hereby designated Director of Security for UCTMW, Worldwide.

Donna, I hope this does not go to his head, and  he starts practicing his water boarding techniques on you.

There was a quick stop at the local organic market for provisions – somehow chocolate gluten free muffins made it into the cart – and by 4:30 we were in our drive, those beautiful mountains behind us, snow covered and lit by that glorious “magic hour” sun.

Ahhhh. 

Instant blood pressure de-escalation.

There was not much to unpack, and some kinky catching up to do. But first, Mistress arranged a photo shoot for her boots, to give Donna a little more boot envy.

Of course I have some boots here too.  One thing that I find appealing about the privacy here is that when I have a hankering  to take a leak, it’s quite convenient and oh so green for me to step outside to take care of business. Mistress caught me at one of those moments, shortly before one of our beautiful lipstick sunsets. 

As Frank Zappa once sung...."watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow."

But once the photography was done, it was time to slip between the sheets. Mistress did her post for you, and I napped a bit. It had been a long day. I heard some little text message chimes from Mistress’s I – phone as I drifted off.

“The WC Slave…. I think he’s concerned that I might actually go down to the Cantina for some action…. He says I should just break out the Hitachi.”

M does keep a close tabs on Mistress.

After a suitable rest,  and with a pink twilight shining through our bedroom window, I was finally ready for action. Fortunately, Mistress had yet to have her demand satisfied by an alternative provider.

“Are you finally ready to put your cock where your mouth is, Slave.”

“Absolutely.”

In fact I was ready to put both my mouth and my cock where they can serve their highest and best use.

“Well, go put in your device (my handy dandy aneros), I need a particularly hard cock to ride today, Slave….”

I slid out of bed, shed my shirt, and lubed up the little fellow, sliding it home. It has a certain immediate effect.

In bed, I offered to worship Mistress, and she was agreeable. And she made me work her good and long, with lips tongue and fingers before she crashed up against a nice little starter cum.

My preparatory  work done, I slid up next to her. She felt my cock. It was in an anticipatory stage, needed a bit more attention. But Mistress was not going to accommodate.

“Make it harder for me Slave….”

I did not hesitate, using my fingers and the sensual stimulation her warm and writhing body provided to set about my task. It certainly helped when her nicely manicured fingers cupped my balls, gently taunting them with the tips of her nails.

And at some point she seemed to take over --- she does that as you might expect—until her soft grip on my cock had me a little too close to the edge. Suddenly, I  was quite aware that it had been almost 36 hours since our Wednesday morning action.

“Ahhh…. You may want to fuck me now, Mistress…. Or lose the chance.”

“That close, are we Slave?”

She laughed at my plight, then slid on top of me. She was definitely going to take me for that ride she promised.

And it was a memorable one. Mistress worked me long and hard, building her self up to an initial introductory explosion, with two more to follow , with increasing intensity, moaning her passion, before finally crashing down on me. Her cheeks were wet from her tears, remnants of the morning’s mascara application streaking her beautiful face.

Then I was allowed to take her from above. As horny as I was with the pent-up demand, the higher altitude here always requires me to pace myself a bit, so there was not fast and efficient come for me.  I worked it too, varying the pace, and Mistress seemed to fall voer the edge at least one more time before I hit my own wall.

“Mistress, may I come”, came roaring out of me, and, luckily, Mistress gave her immediate and very satisfying consent.

Then we rested a bit, perusing the blogs.  No place to go or time to be there. It doesn’t get better than that….

We were both reading Ashley and Me, touted earlier this week by ‘Nilla. Hilarious stuff. Though we wondered whether this was really a clever PR person actually engaged by Ashley Madison to pump up curiosity about their product.  Either way, it’s a fun and entertaining read.

I did have Mistress pose for one more fetching pose in her boots and sexy black panties. I figured the WC and Bill owed a bonus after all that extra effort yesterday.

Today we will be loading up our skis, looking forward to a day of sunshine and powder. 

We just hope the rest of the staff has a more  productive day than we will. Someone has to keep this media empire running while I keep the CEO happy in other ways.

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?