Celebrating Masturbation Week at UCTMW World HQ

A few days ago, Donna reminded me that May is Masturbation Week.Read all about it here.


Sadly, that’s sure the way it’s been here at the UCTMW World HQ for the last week. With Molly gone, and under her direction to “take matters into my own hands”, I’ve been doing my “duty”. But it doesn’t compare to the real thing. And when she texted me a littleCompose photo of her clean shave folds this afternoon, before hitting the sack in her hotel in Krakow… well it certainly made me yearn for the real thing after a week of semi-dry runs.

“Makes me want to worship, Mistress.”

“I long for it Slave.”

It’s been a week now…. Argh.

My 8th evening at home without Mistress tonight.

I know, some of the sub-sisters have been enduring somewhat longer dry spells. But I am spoiled. Self-Help is not a very satisfying substitute for the real thing.

Do you think I need to invest on some of that high end, overpriced lubricant that the WC depends on?

But apparently there is a little humor in my sad plight, to be fully exploited by this dispatch from our Senior Correspondent, received this evening after I grilled some burgers for my sullen teens.

Our Executive Editor has been without his Mistress Molly for a week now and has been required to take matters into his own hands on a once-a-day basis. This cake, spotted at the local grocery, brought his sad situation to mind. Notice the faked smile, the eyes staring blankly into space, the hands in the pants rather than properly grasping his cock. It’s just so sad. Let’s call this the Mick cake…at least for a few more days.

While Mick is permitted (correction, Donna…. Required….) to relieve pent up anxieties on a daily basis, it is an enormous drop from the usual levels of sexual activity in which he and Molly normally engage on a daily basis. There are signs this is taking an emotional toll on the poor guy.

Just today, a report was filed by office security guards stating that other office workers are refusing to get on the elevator with Mick.

It seems that while Mick waited for the Otis lift, he had inappropriate verbal interaction with a fellow employee. The following drawing was stapled to the report as a representation of what took place.

There are concerns on the home front, too. It seems that plumbers are being called to the house on a daily basis. Mick has been masturbating in the shower and, as we all know from research conducted at the University of Michigan, that just isn’t good for the plumbing.

Readers have also expressed concerns about Molly’s forced masturbation while traveling, which is wholly based on the toss of a coin by the WC.
I, too, was concerned until I received this photo of Molly taken just yesterday. I think she’s doing okay, but for some tender nipples. (note the strategic covering to hide those swollen buds).

Respectfully submitted (well, almost respectfully)
Donna, Senior Correspondent UCTMW

Missing Mistress on an Historic Day

I am missing Mistress even more these last 24 hours.

As you may have picked up from these pages, we were brought together not just by an electric sexual connection, but also by our mutual interest in political and civic affairs. I always joked that I could never relate to or be with  a woman who was born after the Kennedy Assassination, and sure enough, Mistress just made it under the wire.

After our second “date”, we had connected so profoundly that we talked about how nice it would be to have a child named after JFK’s daughter. Maybe it was the pheromones talking? But, sure enough, about 4 years later, we did.

So sitting here in front of the TV, or buried in the internet coverage and newspapers these last hours, wallowing in the historic , cathartic news coverage about events in that villa on Pakistan, and the gutsy call of our President, its almost painful not to have Molly hear with me to share the moment.

We had shared the horror of 9-11 together, shielding as best we could our young girls, then 7 and 8, from the horror unfolding on our TV screen.

So it seemed particularly sad not to share the events of Sunday evening with Mistress.

As the news broke, I texted her, though I knew she was fast asleep, phone off at 5 am or so in Krakow, still processing her experience at Auschwitz. I knew she’d want to know what had broken while she slept.

And, quite frankly, I am a little worried about what might transpire in Europe these next few days, as Osama’s vile sycophants contemplate retaliation.

We did get some chance to talk today.  And after she filled me in on her visit to Oscar Schindler’s Enamel wear factory, I covered some of the coverage and nuances of what had transpired. Later, after she was snoozing, I sent her an email with this photo, showing the President and his senior advisors, following the raid “real time”.

What a window into history.

But lest you think the UCTMW Enterprises has gone all vanilla on you, I need to add something else.

As our regular readers know, while Mistress is away, I’m required to wear my cage daily. And Mistress has asked me to send  a photo daily, with some timely cue or insert that reassures her that I’m not recycling photos just to avoid the discomfort that  the hard steel cage and its tight steel ring can have on my “equipment”.

Well I am a little modest about showing off my work-a-day cock, but figure on this historic occasion an exception can be justified. This is the photo Mistress got to see around her lunch time today:

Our Director of Security Shares Some Favorite Images

Mistress certainly had a sobering, disturbing day Sunday, touring Auschwitz on what, coincidentally is Holocaust Remembrance Day. She has done lots of reading on the subject, but, as she told me this evening, all the study and research in the world can not adequately prepare one for standing in the midst of those killing fields. Wish I was there to cuddle close tonight.


Some say the horror of those years was the product of some perverse accident of history, or a specific nation's proclivity for evil. But what troubles me is that something about the human condition made that coldly efficient form of genocide all too real. Who's to say it could not happen again, even closer to home?


In contrast, my day here in River City was hectic but hardly Mistress's emotional roller coaster. There was more toiling in the fields. Here you can see the product of my labors.

Was that me or Mondrian?


It turns out that laying tiles and grouting can be a lot more satisfying than much of the work I do for a living, but it sure is harder on your knees and back.


Next time, maybe I simply go to Angie’s List.


(The odd part was that while I was doing that, Mistress was sending me photos via text message of barbed wire fences, and the smoke stacks of the crematorium. It made my simple task seem pretty easy in comparison.)

Fortunately for Mistress, after her trying day, she won her daily coin toss with WC. So she could cum “free style” with no cloths pin accessories. Let’s hope it was enjoyable.


And since I have little to titillate you with today, it’s fortunate that our Director of Security, International stepped up to the plate.

As you might imagine, Bill is a man who shoots first, and asks questions later, usually directed at the Coroner. So it’s not surprising that his contribution is short on words, and long on imagery.


There are times in life when we’d all like to have a simple plain message, no subtle intonations or double meanings. Below find a few I like that are simple straight forward with no quibbling on there meaning-

Of course if that is more message than you want try this one-

Then you might get back –

Of course Mick is missing this opportunity with increasing desperation).

I like this message and the one that follows-

Another style that works very well is-

And finally this warning sign should be seen whenever I'm around-

Mistress Toes the Line

I am now on my fifth night solo here at the UCTMW World HQ, not quite mid-way through Mistress’s pilgrimage through Eastern Europe. And while the sullen teens have been keeping their distance from their tedious old dad, it’s been nice to have all of your supportive comments,  emails and even a few texts from the WC.

And of course Mistress has also been kind enough to call, text and email. I think she misses me almost as much as I miss her. And I am starting to feel a little sorry for her poor nipples. Somehow, she keeps calling “heads”, and the WC keeps flipping the coin and coming up with tails. And you can see from the photo at the top of the blog that Mistress has been very honorable in following the rules that M has laid down for her.

“I told him it seems very unfair, Slave, and that my nipples are very tender now.”

“But you must feel compelled Mistress…. To honor his rules.”

“I suppose I do, Slave….”

She does obey pretty well, M. When I talked to her tonight, she was planning to adjourn to the Loo with her clothespins in hand, for those mandatory three cums.

No wonder she seems to be sleeping well.

Of course, with the help of Donna and M, I’ve had a little help providing blog fodder, and the comments section has been particularly robust.

So, Aisha, in response to your question yesterday, I have been keeping things together here with out much trouble. Though today I had an unusual amount of “field Slave” work, including too much time on my knees and stooped, resetting some outdoor tiles with help from a neighbor. If I have to go down on my knees, I’d much rather be doing it worshiping Mistress.

Of course, when she heard my comment to that effect yesterday, Donna had to taunt her Executive Editor a little bit, sending me the following photo.

I must say, it did make my mouth water, and not because I have a sweet tooth. It made me realize how much I miss chowing down on Mistress fragrant and delicious folds.

Of course, Mistress laid out her own rules for me. I’m to wear the cage whenever I leave the house, something that got a little uncomfortable with all that kneeling and crouching down today. And I also have been required to “take matters into my own hands” daily, and report back to Mistress on what was going through her Slave’s mind as he “got himself off”.

It’s an unfamiliar “discipline” for me. When she is in town, Mistress applies a very strict “no touch without permission” rule, that is a feature of our contract. And since we do have sex with a rather incredible degree of frequency, it’s not that I have some need that Mistress does not more than amply fulfill. After all, at 60, once or twice a day is ample release of Mick’s natural juices. (Unlike the uber-dude WC, who seems to get a  little antsy when he dips below three or four a days).

I feel a little guilty, and certainly indulged, when I think of poor Tammy and others out there in blog land who get multi-day (or week) stretches of chastity, even when their Domme’s (or wives) are sharing the same bed with them.

But I suspect there is method to Mistress's  “madness” when it comes to keeping Mick’s wok-a-day cock well exercised. It certainly keeps me content and limits any impulse to “go astray”, something that Mistress needlessly worries about. And I suppose it does keep my components at a productive operating level, ready to assume their duties in full once Mistress is back here in River City.

It will be a particularly unusual to be here alone in the Executive Suite tomorrow, our usual Switch Day. I suspect when my own tool gets put to work tomorrow morning, my mind will go back and consider some of our more intriguing Switch Days. Like the one shown below, when Mistress was bound to her desk downstairs, and I gave her a good sound hand spanking before sliding my cock into her from behind.

Then there was this little session, when Mistress got a nice firm cropping before she was forced to her knees to suck her work-a-day cock.

I hope she has a chance to see the photos tomorrow, and consider what waits her next Sunday.

It will be a very special Mother’s Day, Mistress.