A Name From the Past

Monsoon season seems to have kicked in here in River City.  There was rain all day yesterday. And the sound of even more Hard Rain falling as I type here in the UCTMW commissary kitchen in the pre-dawn darkness.

Because Molly had to be out the door so early yesterday – taking the teens on yet another college visit (and it sounds like a decision has finally been made) –we only had time for some quick worship. Hopefully my oral devotions helped ease her into the day of driving north for an hour in that miserable rain. Mistress is not as addicted to early a.m. caffeine as most if us are. So maybe the endorphins arising from a wake up “O” do the trick for her.

We were headed in opposite direction, me to work, and since she was busy entertaining the kids, our contacts were limited to some occasional text messages. (Apparently the all you can eat cafeteria on campus was a big hit!)

So by the time I got home around 6 pm, to find Mistress stripped to her black panties and bra, catching up with some  work emails on our bed, we had some catching up to do.

It wasn’t long before I was on my knees, Mistress was lying back, legs spread, and her Slave was fulfilling some of that pent up demand.

Since the girls had been grazing early and often, I figured we could delay dinner preparation a bit, and we lay back after Mistress’s little pre-dinner cum to catch up on some of your blogs.

Of course, it came as no surprise to find the WC and our Senior Correspondent moonlighting over at All Mine. The intrigue is building over the circumstances of Suzanne’s rear entrance de-flowering. And since our WC considers himself the most pre-eminent internet expert on this subject - reminding some of us of those “instant expert” talking heads that the cable news channels dredge up in the wee hours to fill the time between all too frequent commercial breaks - well it’s only natural that he should chime in on the techniques that Jay should deploy in the days ahead to prep Suzanne for her little adventure.

And Donna, of course, had to chime in too, not wanting the WC to get a column inch advantage.

I made a note to audit their time sheets this week, to make sure that UCTMW is not being billed for all this moonlighting.

But  then Mistress pointed me  in a different direction.

“Guess who popped up on my facebook page….”

“Who, Mistress?”

“E…. after all these months. Now he claims he’s a “free agent”, and wants to talk….”

(Our more obsessive readers may recall that E is one of Molly’ former college year lovers who got us started on this surprisingly hot cuckold thing in the fall of 2009, but who unceremoniously disappeared on Molly – in rather a rude fashion-  after getting her  wrapped up in his devious web.)

“Hmmm…. That’s a surprise. I don’t know that I would believe him.”

Mistress did have a rather hot infatuation for E, with all his talk of spanking and the things that would happen after her butt was warmed.

Mistress was typing away now.

“I’m telling him that the window has closed, Slave…. That I have two men tending to my needs these days, much to my satisfaction….”

“Good for you Mistress….”

“If I ever did see him it would be to punish him for the way he treated me….”

“Hmmm…. It’s a nice thought, Mistress ….but somehow I think the tables might be quickly turned, and you’d end up over his knee, your skirt up and panties down….he did get you going, as you’ll recall.”

Mistress gave me a look. But I think she had her own doubts. 

We’ll see where this goes.

After I whipped up dinner – a rather tasty Trout Almondine, much to the daughters’ amazement – we adjourned to our “Executive Suite”.

“Are we having sex tonight, Slave?”

“I was hoping…. After all for me, it’s been almost 36 hours.”

I was laying it on thick.  Of course, Mistress had been worshipped a few times in the interim, so she wasn’t feeling my comparative desperation.

And Mistress responded in kind.

“Really, that long?   You poor thing…. Why don’t you go put in your device…. I want a particularly hard cock tonight.”

I was more than happy to comply.

Tomorrow morning, Mistress and Slave head to NYC for a few nights. I have to speak at a conference. Mistress will be meeting some old business colleagues and lolling about. We hope to catch some theatre and have some nice meals.

Of course, I suppose we could have arranged a “meet and greet” with some of our NYC “followers.” We know you are out there. Can you have a “blog signing”?  That sure would be strange.

Watch this page if you are interested, or leave a comment.

Fill in the Blanks for Switch Day.

Mistress requires an early wake up call today. She’s driving our surly teen to hear the final sales pitch at one of the colleges on the short list. They need to be out the door by 7:15….

So let’s just offer up a few images, words and phrases and let you fill in the blanks with imagination or comments to describe how switch day went here yesterday morning at the UCTMW world HQ.

Tools:

The red leather cuffs and those little locks to secure them to Mistress’s wrists.

The braided leather “rope” and with little clips at the end, good for securing Mistress on her tummy or back, arms spread overhead.

A single feather.

The palm of my hand.

Power Tool.

One Work-a-day Cock.

Techniques:

Feather applied to the sole of Mistress’s feet, and along the inside of calf and thigh, to the very apex of her firm and muscular legs.

Palm firmly landing on squirming ass.

Cock sliding from behind between those reddened cheeks.

Hitachi embraced by clenching thigh and ass muscles.

Outcomes:

Goosebumps.

Muffled laughter.

Desperate squirms, ineffective in avoiding a firm but fair spanking.

Frenzied writhing.

Begging for permission, and, later, to stop after that 2nd Hitachi induced orgasm.

Amusing Dialog:

“Be careful there, Slave, you’re headed for the wrong orifice….”

“Oops… M would be upset if I got there before he did, after all, you’ve promised it to him….”

“At this rate, I may end up a virgin back there, Slave.”

Flash Back, and Forward

We had a rather busy day here in River City yesterday, though things started out very well with some wake up sex for Mistress, before she and surly teen #2 were off to a hair care engagement.

At lunch time, I collected a relative visiting here from Japan, in flight to spend time with family in the states following the disruption in her native country. She’s in this country only for a few weeks, before heading back. All of us took her to lunch, and then Mistress and I took her to the airport for the next phase of her visit to the states.

But before the airport drive, we sat about the house for a while, and showed our guest from Tokyo the “Molly and Mick wedding video”, shot on a Saturday afternoon nearly 18 years ago in River City,  by my since deceased younger brother. Our visitor from Japan was in it, along with my father, who has also left us in the years that have passed.

It was a “surprise” wedding for our guests, very informal, coinciding with what they thought was going to be a birthday party for Molly. The location was in our yard, next to a little pond. The ceremony was performed by a local Judge.

Surly teen #1 was just a cute toddler in a navy dress, much to her embarrassment, since her boyfriend was sitting there watching the video too.

Watching our younger selves in that summer almost 18 year ago was a reminder of how far we’ve come: Mick with his full head of hair. Molly, preggers with surly teen 2, who is now a few inches taller than her Mom. Our family and friends were around us, witnesses to our love. And of course, the video remains a  vivid memory of those who have been lost to us since then.

Of course, Molly is as beautiful now as she was then, though considerably thinner.

Watching that old video  reminds me how lucky old Mick is that we’ve figured a way to keep it together through some years of challenge, and all this sometimes confounding child rearing.

The other day, Donna sent me a photo, which reminded me of what things will be like here in the Fall, with one surly teen off the college and the other, who, in theory has another year of high school ahead, but will off to study abroad for a year.

There will be no one left but us and the cats. 

And there will be so much more freedom than what we have been used to over the last 19 years.

I have a good feeling we will put all that private time to good use.

Quantum Physic(ality).

Aisha was right in her comment yesterday – when she was leaving that comment, Molly and Mick were engaged in their typical wake up “activities”.

And, Suzanne was probably right too: with our burgeoning staff, who knows when some member of the UCTMW media empire is NOT getting it on one way or another. Though it certainly might help if we could acquire some European or Asian correspondents, to cover the darkest hours here in the Western Hemisphere.

You will also be happy to know that Mick has finally got his energy level readjusted to the rigors of the work week and the Eastern time zone, after some struggles earlier this week following our late night Monday return from our Mountain Hideaway.

Last night, after meeting up with Mistress at a swanky local hotel lobby, where she was enjoying some end of the week cocktails with some female business associates, we headed home with nothing more planned than an evening of solitary bliss.

Mistress was texting with M as we headed up the highway.

“He says he’s horny, Slave…. B hasn’t taken care of him for a few days….”

“Well he did have that date with you yesterday morning…. He got off then, didn’t he?”

“He did Slave…. But now it’s been more than 30 hours… poor dear.”

I detected a little sarcasm.

We stopped off for some “picnic” supplies at our little neighborhood grocery: tomato, mozzarella and fresh bread for me. Mistress got some of her gluten free crackers for use with cheese we had at home.

But our first stop once at home was our chambers. We laid out on our bed and caught up on some of your blogs first.

“Hmmmm…. What do you think Jay and Tammy will do while Suzanne is away this weekend, Slave….”

“I was more curious about what Suzanne will do at Carol’s, and whether she packed the Hitachi…. “

(Yes, folks, we really do sit around and speculate about how your little soap operas will unfold…. It’s so much more entertaining than sit-coms. Plus there are no repeats.)

By now I was in a state of complete undress, and was anxious to worship, Mistress.

AS I mentioned, my energy level was back.

As I peeled off her black panties, her text chime went off.

Was it M, wanting to join in the fun? That could be hot.

Mistress giggled.

“It’s our daughter (she was just down the hall)…. She wants to know ‘what are you doing….”

Apparently it wasn’t obvious.

“Resting” was the response.

As I began the slow and deliberate process to draw a starter cum from Mistress with my mouth and tongue, the subject of M’s horniness came back up.

“If he was here, I’d be happy to take care of his problem, Slave…. But alas….”


“This is probably why you need at least two men, Mistress…. You would be more than capable of keeping us both well satisfied….”

“Oh… I don’t know…. It might be hard to please you both all the time….”

That led to a bit of discussion about how much is enough.

It’s certainly nice for Slave when he gets these “two-a-days” from Mistress. But some days, for this guy half way into his 60th year, sometimes the body has trouble mustering the energy for that 2nd time. It depends on how the rest of my day went. Is that unusual, or am I starting to deteriorate?

My reading suggests that there are two types of Domme-ish approaches to this issue: some like to “flood the zone” with orgasms for their submissive men, making them nice and passive.

Others go for long periods of denial, often in the cage for days at a time.

We seem to have found a sweet spot in the middle, that certainly keeps me very content.

But sometimes I worry that Mistress finds me not “desperate enough” for her if I am not chomping at the bit for that 2nd come of the day after a busy and exhausting day.

Of course, if it’s about her own satisfaction, I am always available for worship. And there are other …. Options …. for her …. under the terms of our contract.

I would be curious about our readers’ perspective on this horny, errr… thorny, issue.

Mistress laid back then, wallowing in my attentions, until she came with a nice little shudder and moan of delight. At that point she turned her attention to my cock, which was beginning to come to life on its own.

She moved close to me, her palm covering both my cock and balls with a snug embrace. It was all the attention it needed to grow and grow until…. Well….

“Would you like me to fuck you now, Mistress?”

“I’m not sure, Slave….”

“But…”

“I do like it when you beg, Slave…. I love that desperate sound in your voice….”

On that occasion, the desperation was quickly rising, as her grip on my cock grew tighter.

And the begging began…. And went on for what seemed like a very long time.

But I suspect you know where this little tale “comes” out.

Mistress does have a soft spot for a hard cock.