Mistress Gets a Morning Work-Out

At least Mistress got back into a proper sexual groove yesterday, on our third day back to the grindstone here in River City.

And consider my general slacker-liness, Slave can’t complain either.

I had spent all day Wednesday in my cage, a nice reminder of my status around here. Then, after what Suzanne aptly dubbed the “Last Supper”, 14 extended family members, most of whom arrived fashionably late after I rushed home to prepare them the meal they apparently expected from us, I barely had the energy left to ask Mistress to unlock that little sucker.

By the morning I was sufficiently revived, and horny, so as to exploit my “morning fuck” privileges. And since M was unclear on any pre-training session embargo for Mistress, I made sure she had a couple of acceptable cums too.

Then I was off to work, while Mistress took a morning bike ride and awaited her call from our WC/PTTTCEO.

At about 10:45 I got the call from Mistress for her brief report on how that training session went. But, sadly, I was with the family member who was on the lam from trembling Tokyo, helping her with some financial planning. So I had to discretely suggest to Mistress that she might want to wait a little while before her taunt …. Errr… report.

Later, as I was heading back up the elevator to my perch, I got through to Mistress. She seemed relaxed and satisfied.

“So how many, Mistress….”

“Ohhh. Three or four, Slave.”

“Good…. I know I’ve been a little dull this week. Glad to hear that M is picking up some of the slack.  And did he get off too?”

“Yes, Slave…. He did.”

I know that always is a special treat for Mistress, knowing that the sexual energy is running both ways across the phone signals during those intimate little training sessions.

At the end of the day, Slave was pretty burnt out again. Mistress did shame me into a bike ride with her, after she and the surly teens returned from their manicure / pedicure session.

(I think I had fallen asleep listening to Chris Matthews drone on about the government shut-down machinations. I’m having trouble understanding how folks who can’t pass a budget on time can treat themselves to paychecks while other folks doing their jobs get stiffed, but I digress).

After we fed the girls, it was up to our chambers. I settled in with my Times, and Mistress discovered a text from M.

“Do you mind if I give him a call, Slave.”

“Of course not, Mistress….”

I laid there next to Mistress as the chatted a bit, exchanging a little re-cap on the hot-ness of their morning encounter.  And I was feeling a little guilty that I had not offered to worship yet, at the end of the day.  Bt after they hung up, I made up for it.

Mistress was in a cute nightie, sans bottoms.

“Mistress, we may be too exhausted for regular sex this morning, but can I at least have a taste?”

“Why of course, Slave…. “

She generously spread her legs a bit for me, as I buried myself there enjoying her sweet nectar.  I savored slowly, filling my lips with her tender folds, sipping so to speak from this lovely nightcap of a cocktail.

And although I may not have started with the intent of taking my Mistress to a good-night climax, well that’s where we ended up, as she shuddered and let loose a gentle moan in response to my attention.

Slave is finally feeling a bit revived after a good night’s sleep. So I think I’d better shut down here and head upstairs to finish the job I started last night.

HNT / Our Staff Illustrated.

Molly and Mick made it through their forced feeding of the extended family last night .... barely. Of course, someone had left the grill gas knobs in the on position (I know it couldn't have been this fool!), forcing me to improvise the cooking of all those well marinated chicken breasts in our broiler....but somehow the masses were fed and they made their way to the exits by around 10 pm. At that point we collapsed in bed and finally had the chance to read all your crazy comments from yesterday.

(And Mistress remembered that I had been wearing my cage all day.  Sliding that sucker off was certainly a relief.)

As I commented yesterday, it seems our comments are funnier and more compelling in inverse proportion to the lameness of the blog itself.

So since I slept a little later than normal, and I really would like to exploit my chance to fuck Mistress before heading out for an early opportunity to give some blood in the interests of measuring my good vs. bad cholesterol, I am going to leave you with some illustrations of or from our earnest staff.

The first is of our CEO, catching up on early morning reports. I think you can imagine what happens once I put the camera down.

 This one depicts our Donna, Senior Correspondent and Bill, our Director of Security, International, "working" out during their college days. I am told Miami Hurricane Coach Jimmy Johnson acted as their personal trainer.

Here is a more contemporary shot of Bill, ready to stand watch at our UCTMW World HQ. Or was this on his way to express a contrarian view recent Tea Party Rally?

And finally, although our WC&PTCEO Miguel's brother is not a formal member of our staff, he seems to live here in spirit. I was able to track down this shot of him as a young high school wrestler:

 Sadly, my time has expired..... need to go visit Mistress before my window of opportunity closes.

Fortunately for her, she has a personal training session scheduled with the aforementioned WC&PTCEO this morning.... so she plans a bike ride before dusting off the Hitachi and sliding back into bed. 

Wish her well! ( I am a little concerned about whether I am allowed to give her an orgasm this morning though... apparently M's instructions must have been ambiguous).

Back at It....With a bad case of PSWSD

Molly, Mick and the surly teens landed back here in River City past midnight on Tuesday morning…. Thanks, Donna for covering for us yesterday. Mick was neither of mind or spirit for cute, pithy, sexy fun.

(I apologize, Donna, for missing your final passage though. I must have been distracted by the lady in the maid’s outfit.)

In fact, I am still scrambling here to get back into charming  mode. Both Molly and I often suffer from a bit of PSWSD on our return from our mountain hideaway (Post Southwest Sun Depression).  There we are relaxed, laid back and recharged.  Here we can easily get  stressed, over-scheduled and drained.

I will spare you the details….just hope that somehow we survive the obligatory meal for 14 we have been required to throw this evening in honor of a family member who has sought refuge in town here from Tokyo for the next week or so.

As Molly said “I mean we are the only family members who both have jobs, so naturally we get to play the hostess and host on a week night.” 

Yep.

(Surly teen 2 had a helpful suggestion: just order a bunch of pizzas. But that would be wrong, wouldn’t it?)

Rest assured that despite the stress of our return to “normalcy”, Mick did make time for a few moments of therapeutic worship for Mistress.  Yesterday, after we dragged our exhausted asses out of bed, and tried to wake up in a hot shower, I made sure Molly laid back on the bed to accept the attention from my tongue and lips that she deserved. Hopefully the little buzz made her day back at work just a tad more acceptable.

And after our trying days, re-emerging in the workplace, and juggling the “needs” of a few family members who just can’t seem to go on without us managing their affairs, I made sure I knelt and lost myself between Mistress’s firm and sexy thighs before heading off to the grocery to re-stock our larder for tonight’s set piece around the extended dining room table.

Molly and I did get a chance to chat with Donna on the way home last night. It was the first time Molly and Donna talked. They covered  careers, travel and   Donna and Bill’s extensive collection of sex toys. 

We clearly need a staff retreat to strengthen the connections between our management team. And maybe share some of those toys that Donna was busy cleaning this weekend. I wonder if there is a kink version of the Meyers-Briggs test that we all could take to verify our “types”?

So if you want sexy fun today in your blog reading today…. I suggest you check elsewhere. Over at ALL Mine, Suzanne is preparing to face the music after losing her virgin ass to Jay following But(t)ler’s sad showing in the NCAA finals. Whether Jay or Suzanne would win that bet had Slave here paying a lot more attention to the tournament this year than I would have after my alma mater crashed and burned in teh third round.

I only lost a bottle of Tequila to a  Texan friend following last night’s Women’s Final. But then my back door virginity went down the tubes some time ago.

Suzanne, please remind Jay to check out the WC’s tutorial. I made sure the link to the right is working.

Hopefully, we can get back in the groove here at UCTMW by this weekend !

Our Senior Correspondent's Spring Cleaning Tips

As I type, Molly,  Mick and the surly teens are lolling at DFW airport, waiting for our flight back to River City. It was a beautiful, if chilly day when we woke in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains. After some morning sex, Mistress twisted my arm to take a bracing bike ride in 20 degree temperatures. of course, it was well worth it in light of the day to come of sitting on our asses. And speaking of asses, I know the first thing I will do on emerging from our flight tonight is check the But(t)ler  vs. UConn score, if only to learn the fate of Suzanne's virgin ass.  

Good luck Suzanne! (of course, by the time you read this your ass's fate will be decided, at least until your next bet, maybe on the baseball playoffs in October?)

But since I anticipate being tired and cranky in the AM, I prevailed on our Senior Correspondent, Donna, to provide today's entertainment.  I am sure you will all be inspired, and just a little envious of Bill and Donna's extensive collection.

It’s Spring! Yes, it’s time again for the annual Sex Accoutrement Spring Cleaning. It’s that time of year to go through all our tools, toys, implements of instruction and supplies as we continue doing it like bunnies all over the house, on the porch, in the yard and in the woods.

For me, the easiest way to begin is by placing everything within easy reach, separating implements into similar piles. My piles are smackers (strop, paddles, whips, belts, canes and paddles), Liberator ramps, anal, vaginal and clitoral stimulators, sleeves, collars, nipple clamps, boas, blindfolds, handcuffs, under the bed restraint system and lubes (both water based and silicone). Don’t forget your multi-taskers from the kitchen such as wooden spoons, pancake flippers and offset spatulas, the glass dildos stored in the ice maker or the pocket rockets in the glove boxes of your vehicles.

The goal now is to handle every single implement, determining condition, variety, quality, quantity, as well as to check the “best if used by” dates on lubes and condoms. Hopefully we all keep our items of pleasure fastidiously clean, but even so they can develop wear and tear that we may have missed in the heat of the moment.

Start with one pile, for example, butt plugs. Separate the butt plugs into vibrating and non- vibrating. Now do a careful inspection for any areas where there may be chips or cracks that might be a spot where bacteria could hide. If you notice any, toss the plug in the trash, it’s not worth the risk. Clean as recommended by the manufacturer, dry thoroughly and replace batteries to be sure you will be getting maximum power and zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

Move on to the next group, say…maybe the vaginal toys. If your rabbit vibrator looks more like a decrepit wilting cactus than a satisfactory dance partner for your g-spot and clit, let it go. If you have tiny little vaginal vibrators left over from those days before several ten pound babies took your passageway to the light of day, why keep them? Are you going to hand them down through the family like precious heirlooms? I can guarantee that while you may have sentimental attachment, your heirs will have their own stash and won’t really be so desirous of yours.