At Last....

Slave stayed very physically active yesterday, grinding through various maintenance chores… while also delivering Sullen teen #2 to her SAT test …. If only to make the time pass faster until Mistress returned to our World HQ after her tour through Poland and the Czech Republic.

And by the way… all that field slave duty makes this ancient body rather stiff. I guess it’s good that I was allowed to graduate to pampered house slave a few years back. It’s a good reminder to make sure Mistress stays pleased.

Finally, at around 7:20 pm local time, Mistress touched down in our provincial aero-drome here in River City. It was a bit like the final scene in Casablanca, but in reverse, with the girl coming back to her grizzled, taciturn lover, hopefully to stay.

Of course, Mistress was with her sprightly Mother, who apparently kept both her daughters on a very busy schedule throughout, so Slave could not do anything too dramatic to demonstrate his affections as Mistress walked through the security area. A hug and tasteful kiss had to suffice.

At least until we got to the carpark.

I had thought of offering to worship in the shadows between vehicles, since I had a severe hankering for Mistress’s musky nectar, but sadly, there was a security camera not too far away.

I need to remember to case the parking lot more thoroughly if there is a next time.

So we settled for some urgent kissing and groping before I backed the car out and headed back to our World HQ, where, thankfully, the teens were missing, having gone to dinner and a movie together.

(BTW, Mistress saw the question I posted about whether I should arrive in my cage – she texted me that I should be available to her, without cage. Thankfully.)

I hauled Mistress’s rather heavy bag upstairs. It seemed she had decided to become the George Soros of the Marzipan market, hoping to corner a rather obscure market of that strange confection that tastes like candle wax to my less sophisticated taste buds. But it’s hard to figure out how candy can add so much weight to a bag.

Suffice it to say the unpacking waited until later.

Mistress was exhausted after her 18 hour travel day, it was about 3 am Czech time by the time we arrived in our bedroom – though the aches and pains were ameliorated a bit by her first class couchette.

“We need to do that together sometime Slave….it would be like sleeping in a double bed… I’m sure we could figure a way to have regular sex at 30,000 feet.”

I guess that needs to go on the proverbial bucket list.

This was all said as I “helped” Mistress out of her traveling clothes, and got nakers myself.

And soon I was where I belonged, on my knees, her legs spread for me, dipping in and devouring.

“I’m probably a little skunky and stubbly, Slave.”

“Just the way I imagined it, Mistress…..”

After I made sure that Mistress was reminded of the skill set I could bring to the table, she asked for something that also missed her.

“I want to taste my cock now, Slave….”

I was happy to serve it up.

Well I hear Mistress stirring upstairs. So the rest of the evening will have to be left to your imagination.

I have some ideas on how to celebrate Mother’s /Switch Day and would not want to delay implementation for another minute.

And for all you other Moms out there … particularly our Senior Correspondent Donna, and Aisha, ‘Nilla and Sin … here’s wishing you the Mother’s Day of your darkest and sexiest imaginings.

At Last, Our Long Sex Blog Nightmare is (Almost) Over

Mistress is headed home tomorrow, waking not long after  I go to sleep, then heading from Prague to Heathrow then back to the heartland, where Slave, her surly teen daughters and two cute kitties anxiously await her return.

By now, the few readers who may be left are saying “thank God, maybe we’ll finally get some real sex blog action here”, rather than the re-runs, re-cycled photos, snark and whining that have acted as filler on these pages for more than a week now.

Here in River City, Slave had a long day in his cage, with photos texted to Mistress before I headed to the office, then again when I got home at around 9 pm. Today I made sure not to make the mistake I made yesterday, when I opened my laptop to All Mine at the office. Suzanne has done her typically thorough job celebrating “masturbation month”, with Tammy acting as a handcuffed witness, and well …. the images she conjured were  a little too incendiary for a guy in a steel cage who hasn’t had anything other than the sad attention of his own hands these last 10 days.

I note that our staff members got into a little back and forth today about who brings more inches to the UCTMW table. The WC was even accused of padding his dimensions by triple spacing. But so it’s clear…. Year end bonuses will give some credit to column inches in the comments section … but extra space between lines will definitely NOT get you extra credit.

Now on the way home from an event with one of my older daughters tonight,  I was struggling  to think about what the meat of tonight’s blog might be. Then I got home to fins the following contribution from our Senior Correspondent. 

Thank you Donna, you’ve captured my thoughts better than you might imagine.

 

Today is THE day! Our Beloved CEO, our mostly Benevolent Leader, SHE of the flattened nipples returns from her victorious tour of Eastern Europe.

Begin the Fanfare. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOSYqPvmTqE&feature=related

While anxious to hear a report of her activities, I doubt we will be hearing much from Molly or Mick for 24 hours or so.

From the notes I happened across, I believe Mick is planning on spending until 11:59 PM on Saturday, firmly entrenched between Molly’s thighs, only coming up for air between orgasms.  I hope Molly is prepared for the fact that Mick has been spending time in the evening studying and learning about some very intricate oral techniques. His favorite text was this book:

In addition to his literary pursuits, Mick has been working to improve his roping technique, and at 12:01 AM, Mistress is sure to be roped into position.

 

She will probably then be cropped a bit, spanked for a while, her nipples bitten and tweaked and then she will be purposefully reintroduced to her beloved Hitachi. What a reunion that will be!

Our long suffering, much caged and masterfully masturbated hero, Mick, is sure to bring out his very own penis of pleasure and arrange for a dozen or so more cums from his beautiful bride and at least another handful for himself, too.

They may, or may not take a break mid-afternoon before they switch positions with Mick in bondage and Molly in charge or any necessary, or unnecessary but still pleasurable, corrections. Oddly Mick’s bondage gear is the brand also preferred by a former POTUS who shall remain nameless.

Add some lovely anal sex provided by Mistress adorned in her lovely strap-on.

And soon their world, and ours, will be back in its proper orbit. Here’s to a joyous cum-filled reunion for the horny lovebirds of UCTMW.

A Selection from the UCTMW Vault

Mistress’s long journey is coming to a close. She should be back to me Saturday evening. Thanks to the staff and the rest of you out there who have kept the ball in the air here with your comments and contributions. And Donna has definitely blossomed, from her normal incisive commentary to investigative reporting. Look at the photo she unearthed from the childhood of the entertaining but underproductive Western Correspondent, playfully evading the digit of his older brother:

While I am sure she can report on her own, it seems like she has had a very compelling trip to places she has studied about for years. And I think it’s very impressive that she stuck to the sometimes painful regimen that her personal trainer laid out for her before they left, despite a less than .500 mark when it came to calling the coin toss.

Yesterday Mistress shared with me a rather “gripping” photo of her poor nipple in the cruel embrace of M’s surrogate pinch. Imagining her getting herself off thrice before she can remove that nasty device is …. Well, maybe I can get her to give me a demonstration when she gets home?

Can we arrange that M?

We have extra cloths pins on hand in case she decides to leave those well worn ones in Prague.

But, for Mistress’s amusement and to entertain the rest of you I thought I would share something found in an old in-box. The date was November 12, 2009. Quite frankly I’m not sure if this is something I wrote before the blog started or right after it began, but it’s an interesting flashback, when my entries were addressed just to Mistress, and when Mistress was engaged via text and phone with her old College lover, E. (E was jettisoned after some rather bogus behavior.)

I hope she and you enjoy

WEEK IN REVIEW


I had a good night's sleep, woke next to you. and began thinking about what to write this am. I know you said I did not have to write this morning, but somehow the process of outlining in my brain some thoughts that might turn you on as you wake up turns me on .


The process is good for me (and hopefully for you too).


Thursday's crazy orgasm score was 12-5 by my count. So yesterday was like a partial day off. 5-2. No wonder we were both a little tired when we got home last night. I got thinking some about our conversation walking home from the game and your fear of giving up control, whether to E or anyone else. And here I have been enjoying my giving up control to you and discovering both its erotic and emotional benefits.


So I decided to make up a "top ten" of my hottest moments from the last week. A theme emerged, but to the moments first (in chronological order):




10. You, tied to and draped over the bed Sunday am, after a nice hard spanking, as I slowly slid my cock inside you, talking about how you (and I ) would feel at the thought of E doing that to you.


9. Me gathering my cloths, as you talked to E on Monday night, then coming down stairs to stew as I heard you pacing above me, charged with sexual energy for another man.


8. Sending you that email begging you to use your strap on that evening, because I was feeling particularly submissive and needed that to validate those feelings.


7. The frustration as you did use the strap on that evening, when I almost but not quite was able to come that way.


6. Was it later that night, that you pulled out the glove, and used it to stroke my balls as you rode me. I remember how hard I came that way , breaking the Monday rule.


5. You gently stroking me through my jeans at the Steely Dan concert. Me knowing that I had no right to ask you to stop. I was there simply for you to toy with. I really could have come that way, though it was better to save it for home.


4. The frustration of being inside you on abstinence day, but unable to come.


3. Waking early Thursday am, hard and frustrated but constrained by your order not to wake you until about 6:45.


2. Sitting on the floor between your legs, rubbing my mouth against you and sensing and tasting and smelling how turned on you were. Wondering if you had been sending an e to E.


1. The thickening of my cock later that night when E's text chime went off, feeling how turned on you were as I reached between your legs from behind, then the wild "too tired to fuck, too horny not to" sex we had, the 5th for me that day after the day of abstinence.


1A. You in my office Friday before lunch. tasting you through your boots and tights, then peeling them away and bringing you to orgasm one more time as you looked out the window. I loved the smile on your face when you explained why you did not bring the key to my cage. your pleasure was our only concern. (it’ making me hard right now to think about that).


The theme seems to be the power of my surrender of control to you. So its not surprising that you would want a taste of the same medicine. That was part of the pull of E for you. Along with the idea that he had accessed and awakened a long , dormant "free spirited" part of your personality.


It’s annoying and hurtful that he seems to drift in and out so easily, even when you are politely asking for his attention. Maybe it’s too much for you to handle. But the idea of surrendering to those feeling he has unleashed still is a powerful one I would think. And you should know I will ALWAYS be here to nurture, protect and catch you if you fall too hard, Mistress., whether for E or someone else.


So why does that dynamic turn me (and I think you too) on, whether its for E or Ken L, or just some guy who flirts with you at the Post Office? But whether its cyber, fantasy or real, I do think our openness about the qualities that make other men attractive to you, their desire for you, and your desire/interest for/ in them has added some extra spice to our relationship.


For all those years you have sent the "keep your distance" signal. These last few weeks you have not. No reason to hide your charms, mistress. Whatever you do or feel, I am behind you ready to catch, lick and fuck you when I get your permission.


Love, your slave.

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.