Bench Strength

I hope all of our readers enjoyed the wonderfully detailed and sexy blog from our Senior Correspondent yesterday. It was certainly a relief for your Executive Editor to know that I could feed this particular beast with some quality entertainment on Friday morning, even though I would be up late then out early, taking Surly teen #1 on a college visit.

It’s nice to have the depth of reporting and writing acumen here at UCTMW to provide cover without missing a beat when the Editor feels like being a slacker!

St. Pat’s Day here was a busy one. I was off to work early, all locked up in my cage, and Mistress was at home, with lots of pent up demand following that long 36 hours of so of sexual wasteland.

And, in case you are wondering, she did allow her dutiful Slave to fuck her Thursday morning before snapping the lock on my cage. I just wasn’t permitted to let her come, on orders of her Personal Trainer. It required a deft touch, because I could tell that Mistress was particularly horny, all amped up with the teasing she had gotten from M and me through the prior day.

I mean, requiring her to play with her little swollen clit every time she went to the loo? M, you had worked her into a frenzy.

So, when she offered to let me take my own pleasure, it seemed almost too cruel. But this Slave is weak. And writing the blog had gotten me rather needy too…. So in a moment of weakness I fully exploited the opportunity presented to me.

With the hard steel ring for my cage already in place, it probably took me a little longer than normal to get to the point where I was begging her permission. And when I exploded into her…. Well, I just hope the girls’ shower was turned on to muffle my moan.

“My goodness Slave, that must have been a good one….”

“Uhhh…. Yeahhh….”

Articulate, huh?

Later in the morning, Mistress had her “training” session with M. I’m sure she made some interesting sounds of her own. When she called me on her own drive to work she seemed pleased with herself.

“Done, Slave…..”

“And how many, Mistress?”

“At least three, Slave…. “

“And did M get to play too….”

“He did, Slave…. He seemed to enjoy himself rather well.”

So it sounded as if Mistress’s long suffering was rewarded.

Fortunately, she was able to drop by for a late ” lunch”. Naturally, there was time in my office for me to check out that green St. P Day thong she had emailed me before her date (It’s posted on Thursday blog).

(Green undies must have been the rage on Thursday. I understand that Tammy at All MIne wore some over his own cock cage when he went out for a few beers and some NCAA action with his friends).

Soon Mistress’s bright green thong was drooped around one leg, and I was on my knees, adding to Mistress’s O count for the day. She had some catching up to do.

At around 6 pm, it was time to change into my Tux for our annual gathering of the Friendly Sons. It’s an affair that is all male, but which seems in my mind to have lost its gregariousness as the years have passed Maybe the Sons are just getting too old and boring. Or the event too predictably routine. It’s not like the days when all got rowdy and smoked cigars into the night. Instead, it seems that we spend a good deal of time clapping ourselves on the back in congratulations that we lasted yet another year.

Boring.

Then again, maybe I was just anxious to get out of my cage. Sin, you may disagree, but I suspect I was the only Friendly Son with that sort of accessory hidden behind my cumberbund.

By the time I made it home, both Mistress and Slave were rather tuckered out. And I had an early departure time with our daughter.

For her part, Mistress was off with her mother to visit her aging grandmother a few hours away. It was an overnight trip

So Slave and Mistress have actually gone without sex for nearly two days as I type this.

Ouch.

I passed the time last night by making dinner for my daughter, nephew, son-in-law and two cute grandkids. Then caught some basketball. Congratulations to Suzanne and her alma mater! Good pick in that game….

Then it was off to a lonely bed. Mistress had no privacy, so there wasn’t even a chance for some smutty pre-sleep chat.

I woke with one of those nagging cock’s, and was sorely tempted to use a little self-help. But without permission, it just would not have been right.

And, quite frankly, it seems odd to be writing this blog at all, with no one up in the bed to present it to for reading while I consume her sweet juices under the covers.

Fortunately, Mistress should be home by around 1pm.

We have some catching up to do!

From Our Senior Correspondent... A Few of their Favorite Things

 (Mick recommends the following musical accompaniement. )

A couple of days ago when I knew I would be filling in for Mick while he recovers from the annual salute to his ancestral roots, I suggested to Bill that we share with you a few things that really get our motors started. We decided to leave my red bottom and his mighty swing arm off the list because you already know how important that is to us. The choices were tough but eventually Bill chose my clamped boobs and I chose his love notes. Oral sex was the big winner for us both.  

Bill’s Choice – Clamped Nipples

Bill prefers boobs to be large and for the nipples to be clamped. He thinks of breasts as one of the perfect sex toys of the human body for both giving and receiving pleasure.

My blue-gray top in the picture is one of Bill’s favorites to ramp up a bit of sexy nipple play. Just today he dropped his voice into that low and slow Dom range and ordered me to get the top from my dresser and take it to him. He held it up for me to slip my arms into and then told me to hold still while he laced it up, positioning my breasts just where he wanted them. After admiring the lacy texture with his tongue and using the pads of his thumbs to rub the damp lace over my nipples so they would stand up proudly, he told me to clasp my arms over my head. He leaned forward, grabbing the ribbon bow in his teeth. As he pulled his head back, the ribbons holding the front of the shirt closed loosened bit by bit until my right breast came tumbling out.

His lips were ready and waiting to draw my nipple and some of the surrounding breast tissue into his warm, moist mouth. He gave me a good solid sucking and tongue flicking, adding a bit of tooth and then quickly snapped on a nipple clamp -which I can only assume he had hidden in his jeans pocket- then he sweetly used his tongue to soothe and ease the sharp sting of the clamp. His head leaned forward again as he used his nose to push back the lace still covering my left breast. As my breast slipped out from the fabric, equal attention was paid to that nipple with sucking, tonguing and biting followed by a quick clamping.  Ouch! A good ouch that makes me moan and drip, making both of us anxious for further play.

Donna’s Choice - Love Notes

Bill’s love notes have always been a huge turn-on for me. I have a wonderful notebook he put together for me titled “Why I Think the Way I Think About You”.  It is a collection of handwritten and typed pages as well as page after page of pictures that he compiled for me when he had to be away for six long months. I also have pages and pages of letters that he writes for me about everything from the specific words he wants to hear me add to our playtime to instructions about choosing bras and panties that will please him. But, the really unusual notes he has given me are the instruction strips and my set of “Getting Down to Business” cards.

The instruction strips are kept in a bag in a bedside table. Every once in a while Bill will order me to reach into the bag and draw a strip of paper.  I know we will be following the directions exactly. Here are a couple of samples: I will lie back on the bed. You will crawl between my legs and begin by rubbing your boobs over and around my balls and cock. When I tap your head you will move further down and lick and suck my cock. After I cum, you will scoot up, straddling my face while I make you climax at least two times. Here’s another: You will lie on your back with your head off the edge of the bed. I will stand with my balls over your face. I will lean over and use the Hitachi on your pussy while you lick and suck my balls.

The “Getting Down to Business” cards are things he wants me to ask or beg him for. For example: ”I want a butt plug and a spanking, please Sir.” Or ”I’ve been a bad girl. Spank me, finger me, then cum on my pink bottom, please Sir.” From time to time Bill will leave one taped to the bathroom mirror or leaning on my laptop keyboard and I know that sometime that day I must say those words and he will follow through.

Oral Sex-That All Occasion Dance of Joy

I suspect that when my Home Economics teacher from high school lectured my class on the importance of developing shared interests with one’s spouse, she was thinking along the lines of cooking or tennis rather than oral sex. But, like any decent student, I drew the pertinent information from her lecture and applied it to my life.  For me the concepts that stood out were sharing, eating, and playing with balls,  and I have applied those lessons well! Oral sex is such a versatile endeavor and one of our all time favorites! Bill is quite fond of me giving him some oral attention on long car trips just to keep things from getting boring as he drives along. He particularly enjoys cranking up his Smooth Jazz Radio or the Jimmy Buffett channel while I pay homage to his very special equipment. Back at home, every once in a while I buy a box of flavored condoms to add some zip to the lick. Banana and pina colada are my personal favorites, and Bill’s rule is that the condom must be rolled onto his penis using only my mouth, no hands...alas, what a hardship. One time I tried those mints that are strong enough to give a little electric shock to the head of the penis. That mistake hasn’t been repeated and Bill made sure I learned the lesson that anything new touching his penis requires prior approval.  It’s all good.

Yesterday morning I found a note under my coffee mug that combined all of these favorites. It was a simple note that said: Crotchless Red Panties. Red Boa.  Paddle. Now.

Any guesses as to what was on his mind? How great is that!

Mistress's St Pat's Day Greeting

Slave was off at work, safely locked in his cage.

Mistress was home from her bike ride, waiting for the call to start her training session with our Western Correspondent and her personal trainer.  No doubt the Hitachi was on hand. and those clothespins too.

But isn't it nice that she took the time to tease me with an email with the heading "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Slave." And attached this photo?

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Today is the day that all of us who descend from the great Irish Diaspora celebrate our common heritage, usually by making fools of ourselves. And since we have  derived our secret identities here at UCTMW from the Great Irish freedom fighter, Michael Collins, it’s only fair to pay tribute to him on this day. (‘Tis a shame there are no half naked photos of him on Google Images since this is a Thursday.)

Of course in his day, Mr. Collins would have been branded a terrorist by the Brits who occupied that Fair Isle, and who used every tool available to suppress the freedom, religion and even language of their subjects. But then again, one could fairly argue that from Oliver Cromwell to the Black and Tans, the Anglo-Saxon occupiers of Eire were also quite accomplished at terrorizing as a tool of oppression.

Fortunately, the days of tit for tat violence seems to be coming to an end in Ireland. So tonight, when I join with a band of males at a grand formal dinner, wearing my Tux, and we all sing the Soldier’s Song, we won’t need to worry about collecting money to send guns and explosives to our comrades across the Sea, the way Congressman Peter King did not so long ago.

Now he can just point the finger at other alleged enablers of terrorism.

But then, you didn’t come here for a political lecture, did you? And I do have some steamy stuff to share … so shall we get on with it….

We left off yesterday with our dear beloved CEO in the midst of an O-embargo, in preparation for a training session with our WC today. But the dear girl was more than merciful to her loving slave.

After slipping on the hard steel ring that forms the base for my cage, I crept upstairs, not meaning to wake her before I took my morning shower. She had planned a sleep in, then a bike ride, before heading to work.

But when I came out of the shower, Mistress was awake, anxious to read the blog. I teased her a bit with my tongue as she was reading – I mean it’s hard to break an addiction – but was careful not to let her break her obligation to her trainer’s regime.

When she was done reading, I was about to get up and dress for work, but she had other ideas.

“Why don’t you make love to me Slave….”

“But Mistress, we don’t want to break the rules?”

“Just don’t let me come….”

Well, she didn’t have to offer twice. While it’s against my better impulses, I must say I was pretty darned horny for her. Suffice it to say that I proceeded carefully, if lustily, and the result was quite satisfying. For me, that is….

And it certainly improved the quality of my day, once that cage was locked and Mistress sent me off to work.

Of course, Mistress’s day was a little more frustrating. And it wasn’t helped by some taunting and teasing from her WC/PT. She shared with me an email of instructions he sent her for receipt yesterday morning which, shall we say, speaks for itself:


“Good Morning Molly,

Every time you go to the bathroom today you are to rub your clit.

Of course you are expressly forbidden to orgasm, but I want you to get close.

Don’t accidentally go too far…

Or…a very special punishment awaits you.

I can assure you that you do not want this punishment.

But my cock is getting hard thinking about giving you that particular punishment.

I get so hot thinking about dominating you.

I would put you in a chastity device often and for long periods.

You would become very adept at pleasuring me with your mouth and your ass.

I love it when you are horny and needy…and not allowed to orgasm on my orders.

My cock is rock hard and I’m going upstairs to jack it off.

I would also straddle you and jack off all over your tits and neck and face.

And then you would suck my cock to get the last bit of cum out of it

And lick it clean…slave.

I love the power to control your orgasms Molly.

It is fucking HOT!!!!

Now I am going to relieve myself…my cock is very stiff and big and dripping from writing this post

Too bad you can’t cum till tomorrow…

Your master, M”

After she forwarded this little incendiary message, for posting to share with you, I was …. Well …. Impressed.

“Wow. That’s pretty hot, Mistress.”

“It is…. And he even used spell check….”

“So did you follow his orders….”

“I did Slave….”

“And did that frustrate you….”

“Oh yes, Slave…. It did.”

In fact, I noticed her little fidgets in bed last night. The tell tale squirm that Mistress was smoldering. I actually felt sorry for her , so much so that I passed on the offer to fuck her last night… figuring that I could share some of her pain. But if she offers again this morning, I’m not so sure I can resist the temptation.

After all, it will be a long day. And Slave will be caged again. I suspect that I will be the only one of the Friendly Sons of St. Patrick – about 1500 of us – who will have a cock cage on under his tuxedo. But then again, one never knows.

When Mistress talked to M yesterday he reminded her of the state of things last St. Patrick’s Day…. While I was at this dinner, Mistress was off to one of her first “dates” with the other M, her starter Dom. You can see my little story on it here.

Times have changed over that year…. Today Mistress will have a different sort of date. And I suspect by the time M allows her to turn on the Hitachi, our beloved CEO will be rather focused.