Questions Time

It was a glorious day in River City yesterday. Somehow the sun was shining and temperatures rose into the 60’s. Of course, that meant Mistress and her acolyte when it comes to sun worshipping – surly teen #1 – unearthed long buried bikinis and were out on our deck absorbing dangerous ultraviolet rays by about 11 am.

Rest assured, Mick did get some early morning action, after dutifully worshiping Mistress, before the sun rose too high. And there was a very vigorous bike ride too, before I was off on some errands and Mistress and the teen were in full sun bathing mode.

But as the sun got lower in the sky….Mistress reminded me that it was a day for some serious ass fucking of her Slave….

But before we get to that part of this morning’s essay, I want to respond to some questions forwarded to us as part of this weeks Q and A blogger ritual.

If there are more questions out there, please let us know before question time ends. (also, feel free to forward questions for our international staff, I’m sure they would be happy to co-operate, though the WC may somehow treat the effort as overtime. I note that he and Suzanne were trading some provocative Q and A over at All Mine yesterday which you may want to check out.)


1. Why does Molly wear panties in bed? I would think you would be a butt naked couple.

Molly varies her routine. Often she sleeps naked, and I believe that is her preference. But sometimes she will wear some lacy, sexy items purely for decorative effect, as you’ve seen in some of our photos.(one above is an example) I think she believes they make her Slave all the more desirous of pealing them off. And she’s right.



2. Other than avoiding wheat, does Molly have to pay attention to her diet? She looks so fit and healthy and I know her VERY active sex life and bicycling play a part in keeping her cute figure, but is there a dietary aspect to that, too? Watch your answer here, many are already jealous and you don't want to stir up any really hard feelings among your female readers - some of whom have to watch every damn piece of food that passes between their lips. Just wondering, in a non-violent sort of way.

Mistress is very conscious of her diet. Despite the Irish surname, she tries to avoid potatoes and other starchy things. Her favorite meal would be grilled fish and stir-fried veggies. But she does have a weak spot for our local chili parlors, spelt pizza and sweets, including chocolate and our locally made and ever so delicious ice cream. As you know, Slave has been punished for raising an eyebrow when Mistress takes her breakfast in the form of an ice cream sundae. And the teens know they can get a rise out of her simply by mentioning the word “tater-tots.” Fortunately, her aggressive exercise regime allows her these occasional indulgences.

3. Does anyone at Mick's office ever say anything to him about the noon visits from Molly and the sexy/musky aroma that permeates the office when the door opens?

No one has had the nerve to say anything to me about what happens behind closed doors in that corner office perched high above River City. I do wonder if they raise their own eyebrows among themselves about Mistress’s frequent visits and the fact that our door is quickly shut. Or if they hear the subtle clunking of her head against the door in the throws of her passion. Recently a female attorney who has the office next door described Mistress as “delightful”, and said that I must be happy to have her work so close that she can stop by frequently. I simply agreed with her. But I suspect that she and others in the office see me as the stuffy older partner type who would never consider engaging in lurid acts of sexual depravity behind an unlocked door.

4. The word is out in Blogland that the thought of having an empty nest brings overwhelming sadness, so you will be starting a 24/7 "Please Let Us Babysit Your Teenagers" service. Any truth to those rumors?

Uhhh….. No. Mick has not had an empty nest since about 1978. And Molly has done a very good Momming job for these last 19 years. Our work here is done. At least almost done. We are already plotting a way to move into a house with no guest rooms or closet space in a few years, just to avoid the “bounce back” child syndrome.

5. The other rumor, which carries more weight in my book, is that you will be starting up a Dungeon Club in your town and luring Donna and Bill into your employ with the offer of great sums of money and unlimited access to everything and everyone in the Dungeon . How about those rumors? Please?



The thought of a dungeon here in conservative River City make me chuckle. But it definitely could be done. There are some great old buildings that are underused with cavernous basements, high ceiling and tunnels. (Check out this video for the type of rooms that could be made available.)What we need is a sugar daddy. Or maybe the WC could persuade the Teamsters Pension Fund to advance us a couple of large ones. I hear they don’t insist on a particularly detailed business plan so long as your sponsor has some “juice”. And should Bill and Donna decide to join us in this deviant enterprise, well, I’m not sure I can promise great sums of money, but they could have first dibs on the newbie’s, and play with the toys all they want….



I hope this sated the curiosity of our (somewhat) anonymous questioner.

Now, as for yesterday afternoon…. As the sun began to sink a bit, driving its rays from our little deck, Mistress came inside, in search of her Slave who had been pouring over our tax documents, one of those hated annual rituals, that makes me yearn for Steve Forbes’ infamous “flat tax”.

“It’s that time, Slave…”

I shuffled my papers into some semblance of order, then headed upstairs.

“Why don’t you get out my supplies, Slave….”

I followed my orders, finding her harness and faux cock. And the lubricant, of course.

We had missed this little ritual the last two weeks due to some scheduling complications. So my ass was probably a little tighter than normal. And Mistress was gentle as first as she allowed me to help guide her “cock” home. But soon, once I was amply penetrated, Mistress picked up the pace, thrusting into me with a robust delight.

“You like this don’t you, Slave…..”

“I must say I do, Mistress…..”

My cock was hard, pressed against the pillow under my hips, and Mistress’s thrusts were making it harder, more desperate.

At some point, Mistress surrendered to her own powerful cum, moaning, and pressing her pelvis even harder against my fleshy ass, before she collapsed down onto me, her hand sliding along my flank.

But after a little rest, she withdrew, stepping off the bed to shed her harness.

“Why don’t you go put in your device Slave (the little white aneros), and come back to bed and fuck me….”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

Mistress's First "Training" Session

Frankly, I’m a little distracted this morning.

I woke up to find more stories about what’s happening in Japan, including video of an explosion at a nuclear power plant.

Shades of Chernobyl.

But if you’ve ever been to Japan – I have a couple of times- you know how densely populated the country is. A series of “dead zones” (they say there are 5 reactors in jeopardy) even for a few years, caused by radioactive leakage could have a profound and crippling impact on that beautiful, if enigmatic country.

Our family has relations in Tokyo. We still have not heard from them. And although I suspect that is because communications are still hampered, it’s becoming quite worrisome for all of us.

We will just have to see how this tragedy unfolds, with hopes that somehow folks on the ground can contain this potentially very dangerous scenario. But it will surely give us all more discomfort about using nuclear technology to feed our energy addiction.

Now, onto our happier things…..you didn’t come here looking for bad news, did you?

Mistress and I were sitting in bed last night.  It was one of those precious Friday nights when there were no plans other than relaxing at home, having one of our “picnics”, and, of course, having sex.

But first we were both – side by side- perusing your blogs and our comments section, both of our laptops out on – what else- our laps.

“Is this a little strange, Slave?”

“You mean the two of us sitting here on a Friday night, scanning the sex blogs before we fuck?”

“I suppose that’s what I meant….”

“Well every couple needs a hobby to keep them busy as they approach their golden years….”

“I suppose….” She was giggling now, if not quite as enthusiastically as she was yesterday morning, as she read Donna’s narrative of our staff meeting as I busily lapped away between her legs.

“I mean some folks go bird watching together, or get into horticulture … we have a sex blog …. What’s odd about that?”

“I suppose it’s pretty normal if you look at it that way … a shared hobby.”

And of course there are side benefits. Like the fact that now Mistress has acquired a personal trainer.

Thursday morning, I was safely locked in my cage, while Mistress stayed home t await her first “session” since our WC was promoted to WC/PT to CEO.  It sounds like he is helping Mistress work out her kinks.

Of course, there was some preparation for the session.  Mistress was placed on strict orgasm lockdown, which she followed much more diligently than the Japanese utility company has been able to do with their power plants.

But M through a curve ball.

“He says I should let you come though, Slave….”

Hmmmm…. I needed some clarification.

“You mean you have the option of letting me come?”

“Actually, I think he meant I have to let you come…”

Well, I must say I was grateful.  I guess this was a “gratuity” from the sometimes cantankerous WC in response to the generous promotion he was accorded. Or I suppose his pals at the Teamsters Union might think of it as a friendly “kick back”. Sort of like a cum that fell off a truck.

So there I was, Thursday morning, the tight ring locked around my cock and balls making it particularly hard, fucking Mistress, but doing my best not to fuck her so well that she would come herself in the process.

It’s all rather counter-intuitive for a Slave programmed with the prime directive of making Mistress happy.

But somehow, or another, I “got her done”. Well, I mean, I got myself done.

Leaving Mistress all primed, if a tad petulant, awaiting that session with M.

‘Sorry Mistress,” I said, as I lay there on her in my post orgasmic contentment, pressing my face against her succulent neck.

“I hope you aren’t too frustrated….”

“You know I’m very frustrated, Slave….”

In fact, her chest seemed still to be heaving a bit. I must say that she displayed admirable self-control.

Later that morning, I was immersed in work, but part of my pervy brain back in that bed, imagining Mistress, her power tool, and the phone propped against her head. Around 11 am I got her call.

“Well, I’m all done, Slave, and now on the way to work….”

She was clearly in a peppier mood than when I had left her, all frustrated, earlier that morning.

“and how did your training go, Mistress?”

“Oh… it was good Slave…. Very good.”

“How many, Mistress?”

“I think at least three Slave….”

"And what was he talking to you about, Mistress?"

"Well.... I remember part of it was sucking his cock in his office, Slave...."

"Sound like you would enjoy that, Mistress...."

"Yes, Slave.... I think I would."

“So you think  M has potential with this new role at UCTMW?”

“Oh he has lot’s of potential, Slave…..”

Monthly UCTMW Staff Meeting... as reported by our Senior Correspondent.

(When I woke yesterday morning, i found this wonderful dispatch from Donna, who has some time on her hands this week in light of flood waters rising to isolate our branch office in the hills of the Great Smokey Mountains. It's always nice to have someone else do the heavy lifting, so old Mick can spend more time lavishing our hardworking CEO with the attention she deserves. Tomorrow I will update you on how Mistress's first personal training session went with the recently promoted WC. Until then, stay dry out there.... and that means you too, Donna! )


Monthly Meeting of all UCTMW Employees

Team Leader for This Month’s Meeting - Senior Correspondent, Donna
“Please finish helping yourself to coffee, tea and the spelt muffins so graciously provided by our beloved CEO, and then be seated.”

*minutes pass* “It’s taking too long people, for Pete’s sake just grab a muffin and come sit down.”

*slowly employees begin to saunter toward the conference table*

“First, I would like to thank Mick for allowing us to meet here in his office and…”

“Molly, would you like to come over here and sit with us? Molly, why are you pushing that chair in front of the door? That’s against fire code regulations and Bill is on the agenda to speak about that very subject a bit later.
Donna looks at clock*

Well, stay there Molly if you really prefer, but we really do need to get moving along.”

“Now, please let me introduce our…”

*sound of closet door opening*

“Molly, we can adjust the thermostat if you’re cold, no need to get that blanket from the closet. Oh, you’re going to sit on the blanket? And drape your legs over the arms of…oh, I see…actually, I’m seeing quite a bit from this vantage point.”

“Molly, you are an amazing professional woman with a beautiful body, an impressive collection of boots and those really are lovely black hose, but I’m not sure everyone at the meeting wants to see...”

*sound of people yelling and stomping their feet* “

Whoa, okay people! No need for violence. My mistake! You do want to see Molly sitting in her favorite chair, and that’s fine, but we absolutely have to get started with our meeting.”

*Donna looks up just in time to see Mick drop to the floor.*

“Mick, did you drop something? Why are you crawling…toward Molly? Mick, we’re trying to have a meeting here! First the WC is a no-show and now you're going to be worshiping Molly during the meeting? We don’t have time to watch...

*more yelling and stomping of feet*

WHAT? DAMN! Okay, I’m mistaken again. Watch if you want, people, but try to at least listen to the reports of the district managers. Mick, please try to keep your slurping and Molly’s orgasmic screaming to a dull roar.”

“And now, Team UCTMW, to finally begin today we will…"

*knocking at door. Donna buries her face in her hands and then turns to Bill.*

“Bill, would you see who is pounding on the door, please? I’m sure if you’ll just pull Molly’s chair out of the way without disturbing the action, Mick will crawl along to stay in position. There you go. I think you can get to the door now.”

*two men enter, one leans over to kiss the CEO and then pats Mick on the back*

“Excellent, the WC has arrived and it appears he has brought a guest. Who is that with you, WC? It’s your brother? *

All butts slam firmly into seats and even Mick sits on his butt on the floor as he scoots closer between Molly’s legs.*

What a pleasant surprise, young man! As you may have noticed, your reputation precedes you. If only you and your magic fingers had been here a bit earlier, perhaps everyone would have been seated and we could have started on time.”

*In a strained voice, Donna begins again.*

“Today we will be working on the expansion plans for...”

*whistling sounds as something flies through the air*

“Bill, honey, please put the knives away. There will be no target practice during my meeting. What’s that? I don’t care if Mick did say it would be fine to use WC’s contract as a target, it’s not. And I can’t concentrate with knives flying past my head like that.”

*Suddenly the sound of beeping noises and odd snatches of The Greatest Hits of the Grateful Dead fill the air as multiple cell phones, IPADs and PDAs in the room ring in unison, signaling the end of the time allotted for the UCTMW monthly meeting. Donna takes a deep breath, shrugs her shoulders, grabs a muffin and joins the rest of the staff in watching Mick finish worshiping the beloved CEO.*

Mistress's Point of View

I suppose it’s fortunate that Mistress stopped by my office yesterday for a quick munch (I did the munching) and lunch, because not long after she was on her way back to her office I got a text from her.

“I’m on orgasm denial until tomorrow morning, Slave….”

That’s when M and Mistress will be having a conference call, their first “training” session since our Western Correspondent acquired his new title as the CEO’s personal trainer.

Hmmm….he’s getting all controlling with her again. Maybe I should not have sent him that text message photo an hour or so earlier from the Slave’s eye view – Mistress with her legs spread, her well shorn parts fully exposed, and that smug look on her face. The message accompanying the photo was “busy day!”.

I responded to Mistress’s text with some faux sympathy, something like “poor mistress”. And she responded with some good, if surprising news:

“He says I’m supposed to service you though, Slave.”

Wow. I guess M liked that promotion I engineered for him This could be a win/win.

Of course there is a bit of a downside with these conference calls. Since I will be heading to work solo this morning, I will be under my own sort of quarantine.

“Remember to put that ring on in the morning when you get up, Slave. You will be allowed to fuck me as long as you don’t make me come…. But then I want you in that cage.”

We do have some bizarre protocols here at UCTMW, don’t we? So now I’m sitting here, my cock and balls gingerly shmushed into that hard steel ring, already anticipating the opportunity to fuck Mistress, but wondering how to get there without taking her along with me. Stay tuned for this sordid tale tomorrow morning.

And speaking of sordid tales, we teased you a bit yesterday with some of our “secret origins” story. Mistress liked being reminded of things from my bumbling perspective. And it provoked her to share a bit of her point of view from those heady days of 1987-88, when our sitting President apparently was already half baked, trying to remember who he traded arms for hostages with, and who the hostages were, for that matter.

Here is Mistress’s POV:

“Since there seems to be some interest in the M/M back story – I determined it was high time to tell it from my POV.

Let’s go back to the fall of 1987. I was a young thing (and yes, married to my first love, but NOT my great love – because that is Mick). I was a staffer for a statewide elected official. I WAS wearing a short black dress (that at the time might have been racy for these parts) and I found myself in a chat with Mick – who was a political force.

Yes, he chatted me up and offered to walk me to my car. I had heard that he was quite the ladies man and I declined.

Then, fast forward to a lunch (a few months later) in which he tried to play footsie with me under the table. I kept my feet firmly on my side.

Then, yes we were both involved with that unremarkable little man from Massachusetts. Yes, Mick had it right; he decided to rub my neck (while we were both at campaign HQ late into the night).

And, yes we spent a late evening removing the opponents’ yard signs in the spring of 1988 and NO he did not kiss me goodnight.

By that point, I was “interested.” I did call his home (ugh) and I did go to meet him at his office. I did lean across his desk and inform him that it might be time to kick this thing up a notch. And, yes he had the audacity to tell me that he had decided to finally be a faithful husband to his long-suffering wife. The tease and CAD!

Somehow, someway we found ourselves at a suburban hotel two nights later. He asked me to bring food. I did: red food – strawberries and licorice.

Friends, we had sex twice and he told me he loved me. On our second “date”, we decided that our first daughter’s name would be Caroline..and – it took a while, but we moved in together in October of 1991…now, all these year’s and kids later – we still have sex twice or so a day…so I guess things worked out, right?