Back in the Saddle Again

Finding ourselves back in our River City bed Sunday morning was a little disconcerting after a lovely few days in NYC. It was a reminder that accumulated duties awaited, here at the house, and certainly back in our offices. But…. The sun was out, blossoms were filling the trees, and we had no place to go anytime soon. So life couldn’t be that bad for Molly and Mick, could it?

I had exercised my switch privileges in our ample suite Saturday morning, so after worshipping Mistress as she read the blog, and some of your clever comments that had already accumulated, she turned her attentions to my burgeoning cock.

“I want to taste my cock, Slave….”

“It’s your to enjoy, Mistress….”

She confirmed that, by slowly engulfing it with her moist, full lips, taunting and teasing it to full capacity, until I was agitated and begging for the chance to fuck her.

“You’re so impatient, Slave….”

And she was right.

“You have only yourself to blame, Mistress….”

But she was merciful and agreed to stop the “torment”.

“I think I’m going to ride it for a while, Slave.”

“Ummm…. Go for it, Mistress….”

And she did. The full frontal Cowgirl position, I suppose, would be the proper terminology. (see this helpful tutorial:"Ride 'Em Cowgirl"..)

She took off at a slow, leisurely gate, eyes screwed shut, as I used my fingers to toy with her firm breasts and hardened nipples.

“Is it hard enough for you today, Mistress.”

“Oh, yes, Slave….. very hard indeed.”

AS she worked herself into a more assertive  post like pace, Mistress / Cowgirl treated herself to several successive cums on my firm “work-a-day” cock, each one a bit more generous than the next, until she collapsed, spent, rolling over to let me finish the job on top.

Very nice, indeed.

We both cuddled close afterwards, recharging, snoozing a bit, before surrendering to the demands of the day. There was a bike ride, then I was off to do some errands and visit my grumbling mother. Mistress stayed home, digging into a work project on her laptop that she had deferred during our time in NYC.

When I got home at mid-afternoon, Mistress was out on our deck, sunning herself, and also chatting with flirtatious animation with the WC.

It became clear that their subject was Suzanne’s Sunday posting at All Mine on the loss of her back-door virginity. I can’t do it justice here, so make sure you read it. Mistress had been checking her laptop through the day, anxiously awaiting Suzanne’s first dispatch in her big night.

She was not disappointed.

“You need to read it Slave…. M and I both thought it was very hot.”

No doubt it made Mistress all the more anxious to let our WC do the honors with her virgin bottom. And apparently M took note of  the illustration we posted on Saturday evening, snapped at a Lower East Side gallery,  with it’s unsubtle depiction of what Donna correctly reported was the “reverse cowboy” position.

“M says he’s quite familiar with that position, Slave…”

Why doesn’t that surprise me?

Switch Day Comes Early in the City that Never Sleeps.

Well, here we are, back In River City.

But we did enjoy a nice long day in the Big Apple before catching an evening flight home.

And because we had that nice big penthouse suite, and a bed so conducive to the rope I had conveniently packed in my bag, Mistress consented to moving Switch Day up one day.

After I took a run through Chinatown and Little Italy, and fixed Mistress some coffee down in the hotel’s funky little lobby, I proceeded to pull out that rope, spinning it here there and around until she was in a nice tight spread-eagle, flat on her back. (you can see the balcony in the corner of the photo).

And since she was such a good girl (and there were no clothespins conveniently packed away), Mistress got an overdose of pleasure, rather than any pain on this particular switch-casion.

I did discover that the Hitachi applied to the soles of her feet induces lots of funs struggling and whining, something I have now filed away for future abuse.

And Mistress did have several lovely and increasingly desperate comes once the Hitachi was applied where she likes it.

But for the first one I did play a bit of a cruel game, taking her to the edge three times, making her ask permission, then saying “No, Mistress” and pulling it away just in time.

But the fourth time was the charm.

“Yes, Mistress… you may.”

I loved the way her muscles flex and clench, pulling at the ropes that bound her to the bed.

And then there were two more after that, in relatively quick succession, before I elected to take my prize.

Once we were done, and Mistress was released from her “cruel” bindings, I trundled off to the “Baby Cakes” bakery for her spelt biscuits and jam, a little reward for her being such a compliant slut. 

(Did I mention that there is a "thanks for the muffins" autographed photo of M's hero, Rachel Maddow on the wall of the bakery?  Oops. Sorry if that was a sexy mood dampener.)

And we lolled a bit in our expansive room before a noon checkout time.

I even coaxed Mistress out onto the balcony for a little photo shoot, though her vanity prevents me from posting the resulting shots. Mistress does retain very tight control over the use and abuse of her images.

After that we headed out for a long meandering walk through SoHo.

It was damp and drizzly, and Mistress acquired some rather kinky new rubber boots.

What do you think?

And we took some time perusing our favorite little upscale kink-porium, Kiki de Montparnase.

Jay, we found the perfect Christmas or Birthday gift for Suzanne. A hand carved ebony l chess set, with all the pieces unique little butt plugs or dildos. Check it out here (Chess Set). A lovely conversation piece with some very practical uses on the side.  Only $10,000! But worth every thousand, now that she’s “opened up” to her special Back Door Man.

And we do love the indoor décor at Kiki. There’s this lovely bed in the back, all tricked out with leather restraints at each corner, and pillows that say "Fuck Sleep".. It’s a shame they don’t have a model or two to add some verisimilitude.

Maybe the sub-sisters might want to volunteer on a rotating basis.

Throughout the neighborhood there were more sights ans scenes that would appeal to the UCTMW audience. Even American Apparel is getting into the act.

The day went way too quickly, even as the cold rain began to fall. There was a delicious lunch at Aquagrill, the long walk back to our hotel, dropping by this funky wine bar where creamy rice pudding was on the menu - much to Mistress’s delight -  then the cab ride back to the airport.

So here we are, back with the sullen teens, and the attention needy cats. It was a delight to have those few days away with my lovely Mistress.

As Mistress said in the car on the ride from the airport late last night.

“It was sort of like what life will be like once the kids are off in the fall.”

Staying out a little later than normal. Not worrying about where they are, or how they will be fed and accommodated.

“Somehow I think we will be able to deal with it, Mistress.”

In Honor of Suzanne, Jay and Tammy on their Big Night

We suspect it will go much better than this sad episode....

Molly and Mick on the Lower East Side (Illustrated)

It was another mix of business and pleasure for Molly and Mick yesterday here in NYC.

There was time in the morning for some leisurely wake up sex, though Mistress was a little annoyed when I turned the light on to work on the blog as she slept in a bit.

I suspect I may be hearing more about that later.

And as I was packing my bag for a hotel change later in the day, I asked Mistress if she wanted me to pack up the Hitachi.

I got that "look".

"Of course, not Slave...."

Ah, yes. She had another training session scheduled that morning while I was in my conference.

My work wrapped up around noon.  Mistress had taken a brisk walk through Central Park before her "date" with M. When I got back to our room she was all dressed, ready to go, and we were soon headed by cab to a small hotel Mistress has stayed at in recent trips to the City, away from the tall buildings and wide boulevards of mid-town.

On the herky jerky cab ride South, I asked Mistress how her "session" had gone with the WC.
"It was very nice, Slave...."

"How many, Mistress?"

"Oh... I'd say at least four."

"Excellent.... and did M get off too?"

"Yes... and well ... it was strange.... he came once, and then about, about 5 or 10 minutes later, he says he came again....He said he hadn't done that since he was a kid or something"

"Hmmm.... I'm skeptical Mistress.... twice in 10 minutes....."

"It sounded like the real thing, Slave...."

"We may have to ask him to provide a more detailed debriefing in the comments section, Mistress."

"Well lets see if he rises to the challenge.... it may take him a while to recuperate, Slave...."

"At least a half hour...."

By now the cab had finally found the boutique hotel Mistress had discovered a year or so earlier.

In the funky lobby of the converted 1870's era tenement, lit by broad store front windows, Mistress was greeted by the older female manager as a long lost friend in an accent that betrayed her childhood in Rome.

"See, I've brought my husband this time."


"Or at least I will pass for her husband tonight.", I added, as the manager gave Mistress a knowing wink. 

In honor of her companionship, Mistress was upgraded to the "Penthouse", and you can see the balcony of our room, with spectacular views south to the Battery and North to the Chrysler Building.

Wow. 

We were tempted to just hang on our huge suite, with its cute perch, but there was a new neighborhood for us to explore, so we deferred that and headed to the streets.

We had lunch at a cute little Vietnamese place, suggested by the Manager, then began to explore.

A few doors away, we found a rather unique, "cruelty free"shoe store. We wondered what Sin and MoS would think of that. 

And Mistress was a little squeamish when we passed by the open air fish shops along Grand St., with crabs scrambling all over one another for freedom.

 We did find a spot where Mistress could get some personal grooming done. But she's so good at it herself now, so why bother.

Yesterday at All Mine, Suzanne described having Tammy go to a high end lingerie shop for some personal items to add to his collection. and we did see some things that might appeal to him in NoLita:

There was even a bid we thought Suzanne and Tammy might put to good use, and sent her an email with this photo to her:

Unfortunately, there was one photo I could not take, in an art gallery. the artist specialized in large, primitive style canvases with rather gross sexual imagery, with cartoon like bubbles of commentary popping from the character's mouths. One  brought to mind Suzanne's much anticipated rear door deflowering, scheduled for this evening. It featured a voluptuous woman, perched atop a man's cock, proclaiming "ass murder". But I don't think the vigilant gallery owner would have been pleased if I had snapped a picture for posting here.

Just know we will be  thinking of you this evening Suzanne!

By now, Mistress and Slave had tired feet. and although services were available to solve that problem too, we decided to beat a hasty retreat back to our penthouse.

WE had theatre tickets, and plenty of time, so first there was a very welcome nap, curled up against my Mistress. We woke about an hour later to Mistress's text chime.

"It's M, Slave.... he wants to know if we're having sex..."

"How are you responding, Mistress?"

"I'm telling him that's next on the agenda."

And so it was.

After the theatre, we had dinner in a raucous Mexican place, down the street from our hotel, sipping Mezcal and eating gourmet tacos and a chili relleno. The hipsters were coming and going. by bicycle at 1 am in this crazy neighborhood. And now I am up, Mistress still snoozing. My assignment is to let her sleep as I take a run, then obtain some biscuits and jam at the cute little gluten free bakery around the corner that keeps Mistress coming back here to this funky little part of the City.

And once I fulfill my mission, I suspect there will be a reward.