HNT / Some Favorite Mistress Parts.

Tonight will be my ninth night solo here at the UCTMW World HQ.  You will be happy to know that I’ve been pretty good following Mistress’s instructions.

Cage every day with photos.

Check. (though I did need to be reminded this a.m.…. I sent her a “full staff” cock shot, but forgot the cage shot until I got to work. She says I will be punished for my negligence).

Kids needs tended to.

Check. (Yes, signed up for that campus visit for surly teen #2, and made sure that #1 signed up for her college orientation).

Cat litter changed.

Check.

Daily masturbation.

Check. 

I know that sounds like it should be no chore. But quite frankly, it’s getting a little tedious without Mistress here for the real thing.

Yeah, I am spoiled. Whining about being required to cum daily under my own power. 

I suppose I am a “pampered house Slave”.

Over at All MineAll Mine today, Suzanne made the point rather explicitly, by displaying in response to my request the rather large and scary 8” cock that she slides into  her strap-on when taking  her “wife” Tammy in the "diaper position".

Likewise, two days ago Ms. Marie showed us the rather intimidating “vacu-lock” tool she deploys when she thinks her “sissy” needs a little dose of strap-on therapy. Donna called her managing editor yesterday to make sure he caught that one, for comparison sake.

"Plus she gags him, Mick. So he doesn't make too much noise when that thing sinks into him."

Yikes.

It was only about 10 days ago, that I successfully wheedled  Mistress to back off using on my tender and tight ass that rather intimidating dildo (“The Charmer”) that the folks at Edenfantasies.com had shipped us for testing. (here is that sad episode, entitled "Super Size Me")

With Mistress gone for so long, there’s no doubt I would gladly volunteer right now to take on the Charmer if it was attached to Mistress.

Absence must make my ass grow more accommodating.

In fact, I will confess that this am, when I was "doing my duty", I resorted to using my little white aneros to jump start the process.  It was definitely a very efficient  expedient.

Mistress makes me explain in some detail my prurient imaginings as I “take matters into my own hands” . And I’ve summarized my thoughts for her in our private emails and conversations, which seems to satisfy her.

Well tonight, for a little motivation, I thought I would flip through some of the photos we’ve collected over the last 18 months, for posting on the blog. And since it will shortly be Thursday, I thought I’d share a few of them with all of you.  Feel free to let us know what your favorite parts are.

 Her legs are firm and soft at the same time. and these stockings add to the texture and fun.

Of course, her breasts are pillowy soft, and those fingers always feel so nice when they stroke my neck, or wrap themselves around my cock.

 And I certainly am desperate to once again fall to my knees and bury my self in the sweet, clean shaven folds at the juncture of those firm and muscular thighs.

then there's her ass. I have lots of shots of them. I'm thinking it may get the taste of that crop on Sunday. Mother's Day pampering can wait until I exercise my switch privileges, don't you think?

 Yeah, I think her bottom may be this nice shade of pink before I'm done.  (Is that the little white aneros peeking out?) 

But I'm going to leave those nipple alone.  The WC has put them through quite a lot this week with his rather crafty coin tossing.  Before she went to bed tonight in Prague she sent me a text photo of that sad little nipple pinched by Mike's cloths pin as she worked herself to three consecutive cums before she could pop them off.

Yeah, I guess in comparison, I am a pampered house Slave.

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-