HNT / Mistress Maintenance 101

Being an adequate Slave (or vanilla lover for that matter) is really being   a good  “service provider”.

There is competition out there (though I may be one of those odd ducks who enjoys the competition), and therefore one has to be constantly trying to improve the quality and variety of services provided, and anticipate the “customer’s” needs.

Of course, some days I do better than others. If I get lazy, careless or selfish, then Mistress suffers. And she’s actually pretty nice about that. She rarely exercises her contractual rights to extract a few welts from my ass, or deny me sexual privileges if, for example, I forget to offer to worship her when she comes home, or do not do the little chore she had asked me to undertake.

Yesterday, I believe I did an adequate job of anticipating Mistress’s needs, though there was clearly some  room for improvement.

I came upstairs, not too early or too late, to let her read the blog. My lips and tongue working over those delicious folds until she had that little “wake up” cum. She was even generous enough to use her own full and soft lips to coax my cock, protruding through that hard steel ring, to its full dimensions before she rode it to one of those nice stirring orgasms that are an inspiration to me. When she was finished, she allowed me to “turn the tables” and take my pleasure from her, which is always more challenging, but ultimately more rewarding when that ring is in place.

“Wow. That was a good one, Mistress….”

“I could tell, Slave.”

Mistress had arranged to stay home a little later to accommodate a visit by the Gas and Electric Man (no, not that type of visit), So after she locked the cage in place I was off to work solo.

But shortly before lunch, a meeting I had arranged fell through. That led me to call Mistress to see if her dance card was open. Luckily, she was free too.

“I’ll be over in about 15, Slave….”

Now, we could have met at a designated lunch spot. But Mistress has needs, and her Slave likes to fulfill them.

She strode in, we kissed, then chatted about her morning as I arranged the chair and blanket – her throne – and she sat sliding off her panties.

“Maybe M should get a view of our lunch activities, Slave….”

So from knee level I snapped a photo of her spread legs and the delicious morsel in between and texted it off to “Judge Miguel”, with the note “lunch time”. As I was having my pre-lunch “amuse bouche”, I heard the chime of his response. And after Mistress had her little appetizer cum, I read it to her.

“I’m jealous….”

So it goes, Your Honor. But you and Mistress do have that date coming up this morning. Hopefully that will provide you a little solace, while I get to war that cage again.

(I also took the photo above after lunch time worship, so her fans can see Mistress’s shoe selection of the day…. Maybe we need a separate shoe of the day  blog?)

At the end of the day, I arrived home a little earlier, and was catching up on your blogs, laying on our bed when Mistress walked in, still looking ravishing in a summery brown dress.

We debated whether to take a bike ride in the heat and humidity, and elected to pass and rest a bit before fixing dinner. But before our “rest time” was over, I made sure to offer to worship.

Now I may have been a little slow there. The proper thing to have done was to make that offer immediately when she walked into the room. SO what started off as a pretty good day on my self evaluation, probably turned into a B-.

But Mistress seemed pleased when my “work” was done. And it was only then that I dropped my shorts to see of she was inclined to unlock the cage.

“Oh dear…. I almost forgot Slave….”

But she readily reached for the key, and set me loose.

I suppose that cage is one way to for her to make sure that her primary service provider does his job to her satisfaction each day.

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An Unexpected Solicitation

Cage week started with some nice early morning sex here at the World HQ, and after Mistress was suitably worshiped as she read one of my lamer blogs, she seemed pleased with the girth of my cock in it’s hard steel ring.

She even stopped by for a little afternoon diversion after a lunch date she had with an old friend. Though it was a bit too “lick and run” for both of our tastes, beacause a client turned up to see me only seconds after Mistress spread her thighs on the chair pressed up against my office door. Fortunately, our receptionist was able to keep the client waiting for a few more minutes as I completed my task. Hopefully Mistress did not feel short changed.

Mistress had a meeting that lasted into the evening, so I got a special dispensation. I was allowed to unlock my cage when I got home to facilitate a post-work bike ride.

I explained to Mistress that the hill climb portion of our regular circuit could be more than a little painful with that cage grinding against the saddle.

“It is important that you get your exercise slave….just take a photo of you at home with the cage still on and send it to me…. Then you can unlock it.”

With that she gave me a little kiss, and was on her way. Of course, I complied. I hope it did not disrupt her focus at that meeting when a photo of my caged cock popped up on her screen at around 6:15 pm.

Once I had finished riding, and fed the teens some pasta, I opened my lap top. In my email I found the following solicitation which I thought I would share with our readers.

Committee to Re-Elect Judge Miguel


Dear Mr. Collins,


I understand that you recently had the opportunity to appear before Judge Miguel, in a case that involved some complicated legal issues of first impression involving contractual remedies.


From what I hear from Judge Miguel, it seems that you should be pleased with how the Court handled these issues with fairness, creativity and expedition. He even showed me some of the pictures taken as the remedy was imposed! Very impressive indeed.


As an experienced advocate, you know that quality Judges who take the time to carefully weigh the evidence and apply the law to the facts at hand do not grow on trees. Instead, too many of our jurists simply spend their days trolling the internet, taking long lunch breaks with their bailiffs, then shutting the court room down by 3 pm to adjourn to a local casino, golf course or watering hole where they can disparage the litigants and criminal defendants who have the sad plight of appearing in their court room.


Now you know from the outcome of your recent case that Judge Miguel stands apart from that sordid lot of his “peers” on the bench.


But as you may have read, Judge Miguel now finds himself in a tightly contested re-election campaign. His opponent is a crafty fellow who will stop at nothing to claim the seat that Judge Miguel has worked so hard to keep, even to the extent of photo shopping two bare breasted women onto a picture of the Judge during his youthful days as an entrepreneur.


That’s why we need your help in this campaign. I would be happy to stop by for a check at your earliest convenience. We also accept Visa, Mastercard, and American Express. And an envelope filled with unmarked bills always is appreciated to cover some of the expenses that look a little “fishy” on our financial reports.


Another way to help is by providing supplies for the campaign headquarters we will be opening soon. The Judge will need a convenient getaway where he can make calls to supporters, sign thank you notes to contributors like you, or just “unwind” after a hard day delivering his unique form of justice. As a result we have created a registry of useful items that he would certainly appreciate to accessorize his new headquarters.


Here are some examples:


Unique Hitachi Attachment

The Judge’s wife has recently replaced her aging Hitachi with a new one, and the Judge has moved the old model to his HQ. But this attachment would sure be nice for a certain “special occasion”.

Here is an illustration of this dandy product in use:

Don't you think a young campaign volunteer would like to get in on this action, maybe for extra credit at school?


Here’s another item that caught Judge Miguel's eye:

"Fleshlight Girls Male Masturbator
The Jenna Haze Swallow Fleshlight is the most realistic Jenna Haze oral sex experience in existence. Let your Jenna Haze oral fantasy to come to life with her soft Superskin mouth molded directly from her perfect pouty lips. The Swallow texture is one of our most intensely satisfying textures we've ever produced. It starts with a moderately tight opening, then drives your cock wild with the intense stimulation of our Super Ribbed texture."




Here’s something that the Judge might even be able to use while on the bench, or during those long chicken dinners on the campaign trail this fall:

The black thong would go great with the Judge's robes, don't you think?


"Finally a remote control thong for men! It is very stretchy, comfortable and washable. It also has
a 2 way positioning pocket to allow for anal or testicular stimulation with its removable, wireless power pack. Made of black lycra.
Manufacturer gives the product a range of 12 feet but we were able to reach up to 20 feet with fresh batteries."

Finally, here's another item you might consider donating to the campaign:


This one not only has nubs and ridges, but an air valve that creates “sexy sucking sounds”, too.
TENGA

"The "deep throat" cup of the tenga masturbation cup series lets you experience a deep sucking sensation… special valves create a virtual vacuum inside the cup; to deliver an amazing sucking sensation. the top air vent can be left open or closed; with fingertip; depending on your suction preferences. the unique pinched-in shape of the cup helps to achieve an unparalleled tightness. these advanced features combine with an arousing "slurping" sound and vibration give you the feeling that you're enjoying a real deep throat experience.


• Pre-lubricated inner jelly liner with textured nubs and ridges
• Pinched shape and air valve creates sexy sucking sounds that simulate oral sex
• Discreet and disposable

All of these items can be found on the "Judge Miguel" website, with suitable links to arrange for purchase and prompt delivery.


Thanks for your consideration of our request, Mr. Collins. We know we can count on you to help us make sure that Judge Miguel is re-elected in 2011 so he can continue to serve our community with wisdom and justice for all (who pay).


Mose Wilson


Campaign Treasurer

Cage Week

I woke up this morning to see WC’s comment left rather late our time, not so late in his time zone, commenting on the picture yesterday of Mistress’s lovely bottom.  A “New favorite pic” for the WC.

And we are certainly glad to please him and Mistress’s other fans out there. I suspect Mistress will be flattered when she sees that comment, and likely go back and look at the picture again, to get a better appreciation of what her “personal trainer” finds so alluring.

Mistress does enjoy knowing that her body can still turn heads and draw eyes of appreciation and lust.

In our vanilla life, Mistress posts lots of less explicit family pictures on facebook, and we do have a few select friends from the blog world who have linked up with us in facebook land. Over the weekend, the WC finally embarked into that corner of our lives, and opened up a rather Spartan facebook page so he could “friend” Mistress. Slave too.

“Wonder why M finally decided to find us on Facebook, Slave?”

“Hmmm…. Maybe so he could check out E …. The guy who still wants to put you over his knee, Mistress?”

Sure enough. That was one of the first of Mistress’s friends that M scoped out.

Gotta’ know the ‘competition’. And Mistress was also scoping out M’s only other friend at the time, a woman that she has discussed with M – a long lost fuck and ski buddy who no doubt would like to get a reunion with the special occasion cock.

Sounds as if these comparisons made for some amusing discussions between M and Mistress over the weekend. 

Competition, or the perception of it, is good, isn’t it?  Keeps the juices flowing.

Here in River City, we had one of those rare three  day weekends, when the agenda was rather empty. No effort to fit in some trip to another town, or too many family gatherings. Yesterday was the bonus day, with lots of time in bed, and some minimal yard work for me to do.

We both slept in a little later than normal. I woke to write the blog, then came upstairs at around 8:30 to present it to Mistress.  She took her time reading as I grazed below. It was a long entry, and then she cruised through some of your other blogs. She made sure that I made up for all that tease and denial before she allowed me to take my own pleasure, with permission of course.

Then it was a long, double cycle bike ride that worked up a sweat in the early summer humidity.

We have a graduation party coming up here in about 2 weeks, and Mistress had some directions for me.

“Slave could you trim the bushes in the front of the house…. They’re looking a little wild, and we do have company coming….”

“absolutely, Mistress….”

“I mean if I have to keep my cunt clean shaven, you can at least keep the landscaping under control….”

“I see your point, Mistress….”

After my yard work, we went to our local pool for a while, but the screaming kids and frumpy house fraus ultimately overpowered us, and we headed home early.

Mistress got a little bonus O in the shower, to make up for the one I had denied her yesterday. And then there was some reading and a nap before feeding the kids.

Very laid back day.

We took a walk after dinner, and reluctantly discussed our schedules for the coming week. To my chagrin, I discovered that it will be one of those weeks when we need to drive separately every day.

“So I guess that means I need to wear the cage every day, Mistress?”

“Sounds like it Slave…. sorry…. But it really is for the best.”

Argh.

I already have that hard steel ring on. And in a few minutes I will go wake Mistress….

At least she gets the benefit of that extra hard cock today, and for the rest of the week too.

Justice Done

You will happy to learn that Mistress has paid her debt to society, fully satisfying the terms of the sentence laid down by our “Judge”, the WC. I suspect she will think twice before removing clothespins without permission again, that is, unless she actually enjoyed a day of teasing attention, frustration, but ultimate satisfaction from her devoted Slave, who’s task it was to execute the “remedy” imposed be the WC’s belated decree.

It was a long day, with lots of juicy details. But I know you at least want to hear the highlights, and some of the whining and wheedling that accompanied it. Keep in mind that the “order” provided for at least 10 rounds of tease and denial, and that Mistress would not be permitted an orgasm until 4 pm. That said, let me count them down for you:

10. It was around 8 am. Slave brought up the papers, and we read a bit, touching in our conversation about her “sentence”, and what it might entail

“You aren’t really going to do this, are you, Slave?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world….”

“Meanie.”

Then I presented Mistress with the laptop to read the blog, and nested between her squirmy thighs, lapping and sucking to my heart’s content.

“I’m trying not to pay attention, Slave….”

But when the squirms and her breathing seem to shift to that tell tale rhythm that tells a cum is close, Slave backed off.

“ohhhh….. damn.”

9. The laptop set aside, I pulled out those red leather cuffs, using little pad locks to secure them. Then Mistress was rolled over, onto her stomach and the cuffs were fastened together, right above that lovely smooth rump. That’s when I deployed the Hitachi for the first time of the day, sliding it between those thighs from behind. It was fun to watch her hump the bed in frustration, little beeds of sweat popping out on her lower back, the aroma of her arousal filling the room.

“Don’t you dare cum, Mistress…..”

But I did her a favor and switched the hitachi off just when I knew she was getting to that point of no return again.

“That’s two, Mistress.”

“How will I ever make it to ten…..”

8. Now she’s on her back, arms fixed spread eagled above her head, to corners of the bed. The tools are our crystal cock and my tongue. The Hitachi is really too easy at this point. Getting her close to the edge on only seconds it seemed. This way I build her slow and incendiary, with gentle flicks of my tongue, and the suctioning of her clit between my lips and teeth, as the ribbed glass cock slowly moves in, put and around probing for that little spot that could send her over the edge…..

“Ahhhh…. You better ….stop if you want …..me to last… Slave….”

I gave her a few last licks with the very tip fo my tongue as her hips arched out of the bed…. then let her rest a bit.

7-5. She’s still bound, arms extended. By now my needs were becoming more pronounced. The “order” had provided me the chance to take whatever whenever, so I figured this was as good a time as any, since mistress was so “available”.

As I slowly fucked her, Mistress and I discussed the rules…

“So what counts as one, Slave… “

“I think getting so very close, then an appropriate, ‘cool down’ period, before getting you close again….”

“well then this should count as 4 , 5 and 6, Slave.”

“That seems too easy, Mistress….”

But as I built her up so close with my thrusts and my fingers between her splayed thighs, 1, 2 then 3 times, before taking my own pleasure, I agreed she was right …. That long bout of fucking should count as three.

4. I let Mistress relax a bit, sipping my coffee as she writhed a bit longer in frustration. Then I went back to work between her thighs, just with my lips and tongue this time.

“My you are wet, Mistress….”

“Maybe that’s because you just came there, Slave….”

“Ahhh…. That’s right…. This is the type of treat that Tammy gets over at All Mine all the time, Mistress…. But it’s not his own cum.”

“That’s what you deserve, Slave….”

But soon she was just moaning, and squirming, and then indicating that I had better stop before it was too late….

“Of course, Mistress… thanks for the tip.”

3. With Slave’s base needs met, I figured it was time for a little rest for both of us. I unfastened Mistress, then got her some ice tea and me some OJ downstairs. We actually had some vanilla plans to take care of…. Mistress to do some grocery shopping and me to collect my cute grandson for some play and swimming time.

“So you’re really going to make me wait until this afternoon, Slave.”

“Of course, Mistress…. And remember no cheating, can I trust you, or are you going to go to the hitachi the moment I leave?”

She gave me her word, as she fondled her I-phone….

“I’m texting M, telling him that he’s scum.”

Not long after, the chime of her phone went off.

“He says ‘that’s a strong word, Molly….”

She was standing now, in a sun dress, I pulled her close to me my hand dipping under the hem, feeling for that soft smushy part between her thighs, and my finger went to work, sliding between those soft folds.

She began to stiffen, her head buried against my shoulder when I stopped.

“That was fast, Mistress….”

“I’m getting desperate, Slave…. what do you expect….”

2. I was off to collect my grandson, and she and the sullen teen #2 were off to the grocery. We met up again back at the house, to change into our swim costumes for a few hours at our local pool. As I played in the water with the cute one, Mistress was lounging in the sun, reading the Times, and deploying her I-phone.

“M wanted an update…. Then he said he was going to go take care of himself and think of me all frustrated here….”

“Those are good thoughts, Mistress….”

It wasn’t until around 3:50 pm that we got home. And Mistress even agreed to defer our bike ride, to solve her growing “problem”. Now that says something about how horny she must have been. When I came up to our room, Mistress was in the shower, and I quickly shed my suit and t-shirt to join her. She was all wet and soapy when I pulled her back to me, using one hand to fondle her lush breasts while the other groped between her thighs, sliding to and fro until her body stiffened….

“Close, Slave….very close…”

1.When we emerged from the shower, it was a little after 4…. And Mistress had a text from M waiting for her.

“He says it’s after 4…. Where are we?”

Now here’s a judge who monitors outcomes very closely.

“Tell him were going into extra innings, Mistress.”

I had thought of using the Hitachi one more time on her, but figured that would be a little too quick and dangerous. So I pulled out the crystal cock and began rubbing its length and ridges between her thighs, slowly, making her squirm as I kissed and cuddled against her. Mistress was squirming as I then lowered my head to those molten lips and began to gently suction her between my lips…. That’s when her hips jerked with sudden vigor…..

I stopped….

“What was that?”

It sure seemed like the first little wave of an orgasm to me….

“I was close but…..”

“We need to figure out what to do next Mistress…. We may have to start all over again….”

“No… we can’t….”

Mistress’s frustration was palpable.

“Let’s get M on the phone for a little sidebar conference on how to resolve this problem…”

I dialed him up, finding our “Judge” in Costco. No doubt he was looking for one of those 50 gallon drums of lubricant he relies on to get him through a few weeks of special occasion cock maintenance.

I calmly explained what I had witnessed, and Mistress was also handed the phone, to share her remorseful defense. To me it sounded a bit like “the dog ate my homework”, but I suspect M felt that she had already “suffered” enough. So rather than starting from ‘one’, his Solomon-esque remedy, delivered from the vegetable aisle at Costco, was one additional round of tease and denial.

Fair enough.

In fact, as Mistress finished up the call, I had already begun lapping and sucking on her, without any additional tools.

Suffice it to say that by the time she hung up with M, she was well on her way to completing that final “bonus” round.

I then explained to Mistress that her remedy had been fully administered, and asked whether she wanted to experience the fruits of her sacrifice then and there or wait until after dinner.

“I’m sure the ordeal has taken it’s toll, Mistress.”

Are you surprised that she wanted to proceed immediately?

I figured she was due the full treatment by now, so as she spread her legs for me, the Hitachi was deployed, and the frustrated Molly took full advantage of it. Liberated from the ban on cumming, she laid back and allowed me to build her up to a full fandango of gyrating, moaning and throwing herself off the cliff, until she begged me to turn it off.

By now, Slave was more than ready to show her a good time with my work-a-day cock, and it seemed that Mistress had at least two more orgasms as we went at one another with unrestrained gusto.

So, WC, thanks for your impartial and reasoned deliberations, and your fair and balanced order. You may have a future as one of those TV Judges, let’s call it “Kinky Kourt”.