Mistress Enjoys Her Day in the City.

It is nice to wake in a plush hotel room, no sullen teens lurking in the hallway, pissy about having to go to school, with a “commute” that consists only of riding the elevator down to the 2^nd floor.

So We both slept in a bit before I composed my daily homework assignment, and then enjoyed some leisurely wake-up sex, before I hit the shower and headed down to my conference.

Mistress only had one additional request for me:

“Slave, please make sure the Hitachi is plugged in and available.”

That mission was quickly accomplished, to accommodate Mistress’s personal training appointment with M later that morning.

Later, at around 10:30 am or so, as I sat and listened to some colleagues around the country share their war stories, I got a short text from Mistress.

“Heading out now, Slave….”

Mistress was planning to get her exercise with a long stroll up Madison Ave., now that the sun had replaced those rain clouds.

But it was hard to suppress my curiosity about how things had gone with her training session.

“How many, Mistress?”

“Four!”

“Wow.”

“Have fun at your meeting, Slave.”

Well, it clearly would not be as much fun as Mistress was having.

My meeting wrapped up at about 4 pm, and I had picked up some theatre tickets during a brief break. But there was time for me to slide into bed with Mistress, who was napping when I returned to our room. I joined her, snoozing a bit  myself before another night on the town.

But when we both woke, maybe around 5:30 …. Well there was plenty of time before the curtain would rise.

But before we got started on our own little sexual escapade, I had to de-brief her a bit on her session with our WC.

“So what little story did he tell for you today, Mistress?”

“Oh… something about a motorcycle trip. He had on these black leather duds, and gloves and we stopped at some sleazy motel…. The usual after that …. Him feeding me his cock….”

So, as you can see, Mistress and those clean shaven folds had both a busy and very satisfying day here in the Big Apple.

 

No wonder she was a little hungry before the theatre.

A little sushi.

Some more Saki.

A wonderful revival of “House of Blue Leaves.” (Ben Stiller sure is a short dude!)

Now Mistress is sleeping in a bit.

But I know she would be disappointed if I failed to wake her before heading back to my meeting, don’t you think?

Mistress Enjoys Her Day in the City.

It is nice to wake in a plush hotel room, no sullen teens lurking in the hallway, pissy about having to go to school, with a “commute” that consists only of riding the elevator down to the 2^nd floor.

So We both slept in a bit before I composed my daily homework assignment, and then enjoyed some leisurely wake-up sex, before I hit the shower and headed down to my conference.

Mistress only had one additional request for me:

“Slave, please make sure the Hitachi is plugged in and available.”

That mission was quickly accomplished, to accommodate Mistress’s personal training appointment with M later that morning.

Later, at around 10:30 am or so, as I sat and listened to some colleagues around the country share their war stories, I got a short text from Mistress.

“Heading out now, Slave….”

Mistress was planning to get her exercise with a long stroll up Madison Ave., now that the sun had replaced those rain clouds.

But it was hard to suppress my curiosity about how things had gone with her training session.

“How many, Mistress?”

“Four!”

“Wow.”

“Have fun at your meeting, Slave.”

Well, it clearly would not be as much fun as Mistress was having.

My meeting wrapped up at about 4 pm, and I had picked up some theatre tickets during a brief break. But there was time for me to slide into bed with Mistress, who was napping when I returned to our room. I joined her, snoozing a bit  myself before another night on the town.

But when we both woke, maybe around 5:30 …. Well there was plenty of time before the curtain would rise.

But before we got started on our own little sexual escapade, I had to de-brief her a bit on her session with our WC.

“So what little story did he tell for you today, Mistress?”

“Oh… something about a motorcycle trip. He had on these black leather duds, and gloves and we stopped at some sleazy motel…. The usual after that …. Him feeding me his cock….”

So, as you can see, Mistress and those clean shaven folds had both a busy and very satisfying day here in the Big Apple.

 

No wonder she was a little hungry before the theatre.

A little sushi.

Some more Saki.

A wonderful revival of “House of Blue Leaves.” (Ben Stiller sure is a short dude!)

Now Mistress is sleeping in a bit.

But I know she would be disappointed if I failed to wake her before heading back to my meeting, don’t you think?

Molly and Mick in Manhattan

Despite the dreaded ground delay syndrome, we made it here (barely) in time for my scheduled presentation yesterday afternoon. Nothing like a little rain in the Big Apple to throw the deadbolt on the traditional gridlock.

But with that accomplished, it allowed Molly and Mick to get into a more relaxed mode here in the City we rank among our favorite places to visit.

On the cab ride through Queens, stopping and going at a horse drawn carriage pace, I was checking my emails whole Mistress was exchanging text messages with M about their plans for some “dates” while I am in my meetings.

“He wants to make sure you packed the Hitachi, Slave….”

“All packed, Mistress. Though I forget an extension cord.”

(That could have been a breach of one of those “deadly sub sins”, but fortunately there is a handy plug at bedside for Mistress when she has this morning’s training session with M).

Once we arrived at our hotel – one of those dreaded monsters where my meetings are occurring – Mistress and Mick parted ways. I was up to my conference, and she had some work to do of her own.

Around 5 pm, I finally headed up to our room, where I discovered Mistress prepping for a reception with some of my colleagues. There she was in her boots, and black bra and undies. Yum. It was a shame she had to wear the dress.

She was a little agitated over a conversation she’d had with a fellow worker back at her “shop” – sounds like the lady had a hissy fit at Mistress’s expense – so I offered to provide some soothing worship to cut the edge. Mistress relented to my requests, and soom was lying back on our King sized bed, legs spread, providing me with clear and efficient access from my knees to her neatly shaven parts.

It seemed to work.

At the reception, Mistress was in a very pleasant mood as we chatted up my old friends and colleagues from around the country. (Some had met Mistress before. The others, I suspect, were scratching there heads wondering what this hot young thing was doing with old Mick….I suppose I could have referenced them to our blog, but…. Probably not a good idea).

There was one gentleman from Denver who was more than a little charmed with Mistress, and she did an excellent job of enticing him. I think he was disappointed when he learned we would not be joining him for dinner.

No, we had our own plans. Mistress loves a tiny sushi joint in SoHo, and I had promised her sushi. We hopped in a cab, headed south, and walked around that charming neighborhood for a while before filling up on some of Mistress’s favorite spicy tuna hand rolls and an assortment of sashimi. Mistress enjoyed her Sake. I sipped a Asahi beer as we wallowed in the simple charm of the place.

But Sushi joints are hardly known for their dessert. I suggested we walk around the corner to a romantic little French Canadian bistro, where we sat at the bar, sipped espresso’s and shared two confections – carmelized bananas and chocolate cheesecake – while listening to a classic jazz trio in the little storefront.

Of course, by now it was getting late. Mistress wondered if Mick had it in him for some sex when we finally got back to that large hotel bed.

“I think I have it in me, Mistress….”

Actually, I suspected she thought I would pass. And though it had been a long day for both of us, well, Slave was running on more than 24 hours since the last opportunity. I wasn’t going to defer the chance is Mistress was offering.

As we walked down the long hallway to our room, Mistress asked about my packing foresight.

“Did you pack your device, Slave?”

“I did Mistress…. But now that I think of it, I didn’t pack lube….”

Ooops.

“Not to worry…. There is some hotel moisturizer….”

Fortunately, that worked.

(Suzanne, there’s a tip for you, now that Jay has acquired all those high end butt plugs for you).

By the time I had tended to that task, Mistress was under the covers – quite naked- and ready for her Slave to attend to her needs.

By now she was also a bit tipsy – scotch at the reception, sake with dinner – so she was want to just lay back and let me perform the honors. I did so with tongue and lips first, and she seemed to herk and jerk her way to a nice long cum as I dragged out that process with a certain perverse delight.

But then, once the appetizer was savored, she was ready for the main course.

“Are you ready to fuck me now Slave….” She murmured in her deep and sexy voice.

“I believe I am, Mistress.”

Uhhh, yeah. She quickly learned I was more than ready.

Mick's Seven Deadly Sub Sins

Molly and Mick had one of those exhausting work days yesterday – the kind when you try to cram several days worth of tasks into one – in this case because we are heading to NYC for a few days on a morning flight today.

By the time we got home we were both rather stressed. A nice bike ride in the clear but chilly air helped cut the edge. And later, after dinner, I was allowed to worship Mistress, pealing down her riding tights, as she caught up with M, who was on his own bike ride, heading home.

I felt a little bad – I think Molly was a little too distracted by my tongue prying its way between her clean shaven folds as she talked to M about their respective grooming habits. Hopefully our Western Correspondent does not mind that Mistress was multi-tasking.

“I’m looking forward to our dates M – Thursday and Friday. “

“Slave – M wants to make sure you packed the Hitachi.”

I stopped in my task long enough to assure them both that the power tool had already been tucked away in my bag. It’s good to know Mistress won’t get bored whilst I am at my conference.

But before I wake Mistress for our dash to the airport, I wanted to keep up with Sin, Aisha and some of the other “sub sisters”, who have been listing their Seven Deadly Sub Sins over the last week.

Of course, us aging Irish guys are a little weak on the introspection. But here are the things that can get Slave into trouble here at the UCTMW world HQ, earning a punishment:

7. Leaving bathroom without turning off light. (“Slave, do I have to remind you….”)

6. Failure to promptly handle assigned tasks. (“remember that light bulb, Slave”.)

5. Failure to pack important tools for out-of-town trip. (“What, you left the strap-on at home?”)

4. Being caught admiring another female’s body passing by at a restaurant or on the street. (“I saw that, Slave….”)

3. Complaining about too many pillows on our various beds. (Is that a girl thing, all those pillows?)

2. Not offering to worship at the first opportunity at the end of our work days. (“I was wondering when you might ask, Slave.)

1. Failing to comment to Mistress on how beautiful she is, or how sexy her outfit is, when she announces she is ready to leave for work, or when I first see her after some period of separation during the course of the day.

Of course there are plenty more…. But I thought I was limited to Seven.

The key is to show the respect that Mistress deserves, and make her wishes my priority. If my sometimes slug like and stubborn brain can keep those guiding precepts in mind, I can usually stay on Mistress’s good side.