Sometimes you have to be flexible. Mistress has a way-too-early meeting today. Our initial plan was to defer our morning "encounter" until this evening.... but when both of us woke at around 5:50 am and Mistress had until 6:15 to hop into the shower... well you can imagine where fingers and tongues led us....
But I did want to share a few illustrations from the last few days. First, for those of you following Mistress's shoe collection, this photo from Monday, when Mistress was chatting with the WC on our way home from work.
There was also some discussion this week about Mistress's trip to the gynecologist this week. the pervy WC had suggested that she get herself off while awaiting her annual inspection. Our female readers scoffed at the notion, and Mistress drew a firm line. But one of our correspondents suggested that at least she could send us a photo of the occasion.
As it turns out, Mistress did send to me and the WC the following photo, from the examining room. and it seems only fair to share.
Finally, you may recall that last week, Donna came up with a collection of items for "Judge Miguel" to amuse himself with at his campaign headquarters. Well apparently he could not resist one item, a special accessory for the Hitachi Magic wand that amounts to a "cock sleeve". He even sent a photo to Mistress when his new toy arrived. (It seems he is not planning to borrow wife B's Hitachi, and got his own.... ).
I'm hoping for a more detailed product review, from the WC, but early reports are interesting.
"He says he tried it when his wife was in the shower..... that it was so intense it almost hurt .... he says he needs to experiment with it some...."
"And what did his wife think about his new toy...."
"Apparently she thought it was pretty cool, Slave...."
I suspect B is grateful for any assistance in keeping the Special Occasion Cock amused. If it doesn't take a village, it may take power tools.
“I appreciate you joining us here today on such short notice.
As many of you have heard, my opponent in this year’s judicial race recently distributed a collection of emails and photos which she claimed had been collected from my government issued cell phone, and the computer used in my chambers.
Initially, and as a result of my failure to completely examine the “tawdry e-mail dump” as some have described it, I denied any responsibility for the contents of those messages, suggesting that somehow our systems here at the court house had been hacked or that I was the victim of some type of cyber attack or prank by my political opponents or maybe the godless Chinese.
But as I reflected on the materials that members of the press gave me, and the comments made in the media to some of the recipients of those emails, I must admit, to my embarrassment, that yes, I was their author and source.
Over the last few years, I have been in contact via the internet and email with a number of women. I saw those contacts as a way for me to better understand the world and values of so many of the defendants who appear before me in Court, accused of various sordid crimes, or involved in civil disputes that involve communications over the internet, and claims of cyber harassment, copyright infringement, or defamation.
Having grown up in a world where the means of communication were by the written word or telephone, it made sense to me to do some interactive research in order to better comprehend how these new technologies impacted the behavior and lives of the individuals and entities that come before this Court on a regular basis.
I simply wanted to be a better and more compassionate Judge of those who came before me seeking justice.
To the extent that my intentions were confused, then I apologize to the persons with whom I communicated. And I certainly regret any embarrassment that may have inadvertently been imposed on my devoted family, or this Court.
Now I would be happy to take some of your questions:
Q. Judge, some of your emails and other postings use the title “WC” or “Western Correspondent”. Have you been earning extra money not disclosed on your annual ethics disclosures?”
A. The answer is “No.”. My role as a writer for a certain website was purely hypothetical. And while it may appear that I complained from time to time that my paycheck had not arrived, or that I had not been reimbursed for certain expenses, or that the media empire in question had failed to install the hot tub promised to me, rest assured that no money or items of value actually changed hands.
Q. One of the emails references a “sentence” you imposed involving the use of clothespins on a woman’s nipples while she masturbated. I have two questions, first, was the sentence actually imposed? And second, did it have the effect that you had hoped?
A. First, let me say that I don’t recall that specific sentence. But if it was imposed, it was not part of my regular docket here in court, but was only an experiment that might have been used in a real case only if approved by the Governor’s sentencing commission. As for the effect, I suppose you would have to ask the woman who agreed to participate in that experiment.
Q. In various emails and postings an acronym is used with the letters “SOC”. Can you tell us what that is?
A. Ummmmm…. As you know from examining the emails, much of the material appears to have been written by other individuals. You would have to ask them the meaning of that term.
Q. What is “UCTMW” and who are Molly and Mick Collins?
A. To the best of my understanding, UCTMW is simply a website or blog that posts fictional accounts about the lives of two people using those names. I have never met those individuals, and therefore cannot confirm or deny that they actually exist.
Q. Have you had phone sex with this woman, Molly Collins?
A. I don’t know what you mean by that term. Have I talked to her on the phone?…. Yes. I have talked to a person using that name. Do I know what she was actually doing on the other end of the line? No. Next question…. Yes, you in the blue dress…
Q. Some of the photos attached to your text messages appear to be of a male sexual organ in various states of ‘anger’…. Can you verify for us that the penis depicted is yours?
A. Well, let me just say that I cannot with certitude deny that those photos are not of my body. But as you know photos, like penises, can be manipulated and altered. In fact, that was one of the reasons I set forth on this research project, because I had heard from various witnesses that photos used as evidence in my courtroom had somehow been altered or ‘photoshopped’ as some call it…. I hope that answers your question, young lady.
Q. It doesn’t actually, Your honor…. Would it be possible to arrange for an inspection of the ‘real deal’ in order to put to rest the allegation that you’ve been emailing photos of your penis from your chambers to this Molly Collins?
A. Why don’t you send me an email, and we will see if suitable arrangements can be made….. If you talk to my Bailiff he can give you my new private email address.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope than answers your questions. I intend to go back to work now…. Making sure that justice is done… certainly a wiser man as a result of this experience.
Yesterday, on our drive home Molly and Mick were all abuzz over the meltdown of that NY Congressman on TV yesterday afternoon. Mistress even texted the WC about it, and when it became apparent that he was behind the news curve we called with a full update.
I mean, who would think about sending or posting lewd photos of themselves to putative strangers?
Shocking.
As we chatted about this on our drive, I must say I was a little distracted by Mistress’s summer attire. The short, cotton dress. The long tanned legs. I even got her to hand me her little I-phone camera for a shot as we did the bumper to bumper thing on the highway north. Those lovely, muscular thighs quickly put me in the mood for some worship when we arrived home, and before our bike ride in the sultry summer heat.
I had missed an opportunity to worship at lunch time, because my own lunch meeting went longer than planned, so I made sure that Mistress got a double dose of pleasure as I settled in the taste those musky juices.
But what I wanted to talk about this morning was a movie Mistress and I had watched via netflix over the weekend. The 1981 classic, Body Heat.
No doubt our fans of a certain age have seen it before. A film noir throw back, starring the young William Hurt and Kathleen Turner as, respectively, a small town lawyer and femme fatale gold digger, with smaller roles for the then unknown Micky Rourke and Ted Danson. Here is the trailer, which as is common, misrepresents the story line a bit to fill seats…. I mean, there is no gunplay in this movie, so what’s with the pistol shots?
The dialog may be a bit dated, and the scenes a little slower paced than what we’ve come to expect, but the heat generated by the two main characters has not faded with the years.
What impressed me was the rather explicit sex, and the semi-nude scenes showing a good deal of the main characters.
There was even a rather compelling sequence with Turner on her stomach, clearly being taken from behind, dripping sweat, moaning with delight, that made you wonder whether we were talking anal sex.
I guess we may need to get an opinion from our staff Expert Assotologist.
What struck me is that this movie has much more explicit sexual imagery than any of the mainstream Hollywood movies of recent vintage. Sure there are occasional independent flicks with occasional steamy sex that get NR status. But Hollywood stars going at it, showing all?
The Hollywood movies today seem to go for the “gross out” or “shock” factor when it comes to sex. Something that seemed to start with “There's Something About Mary” in 1998. So in “Wedding Crashers” there is that faux sexy scene where the hot little sister ties Vince Vaughn to her bed. Then, just last week, we took sullen teen #2 to see “Hangover 2”, only to be embarrassed by a scene involving Ed Helms getting fucked in the ass by a drag queen in Bangkok.
Not something you want to share with a teenaged daughter.
So instead of hot sex between consenting adults, Hollywood now seems more interested in serving up “Yuck”
I know…. I’m sounding like my Mom.
At any rate, Body Heat definitely got a cock and nipple “up” from Molly and Mick. Check it out if you’ve not seen it in a while, or if you were wee lads or lassies in 1981. And give us your own recommendations for another trip to the movies here at UCTMW. We're always looking for achance to stay home and get turned on.
Finally. Before heading upstairs where I need to slide into bed next to Molly, I wanted to pass on a little of our conversation yesterday evening at dinner…. Have no fear, the sullen teens were otherwise engaged.
“So I mentioned to the WC that I’m going to the gynecologist tomorrow, Slave…”
“I bet he found that amusing….”
“Yeah, I think he has a fantasy about being a gynecologist, and all the women he might have the chance to ‘inspect’….”
“Sound like M…”
“So he says, when you’re waiting for him to come in the room, why don’t you get yourself off, so that it’ll be easier for him to slide those instruments in….”
I think at that point I began choking on my steelhead trout.
“And you said….”
“I don’t think so M….”
“I mean wouldn’t the guy be able to tell that you were…. Shall we say…. Pre-lubricated?”
I am imagining that tell tale musky aroma of Mistress permeating that little examining room…. Deadly.
Mistress just rolled her eyes. But we did agree to pass this subject onto our readers. If only to give you a better sense of how deeply twisted our WC can be at times.
And here I was, complaining about gross out movies, only moments ago.
Slave got a few days of blogging hiatus, thanks to our Senior Correspondent and Mistress’s own contribution over the weekend, in which she took the opportunity to get a few things off her divine chest.
But that’s not to suggest that our fun went dark here in River City these last few days. No, despite a day spent at our daughter’s college orientation on Friday, Mistress got a reasonable allocation of orgasms these last few days, and Slave can’t complain either.
But since it’s a work day, and I want to make sure there is timing for some morning “activity” here at the World HQ before we head to work, let me pick up on Sunday morning, our weekly Switch Day.
Mistress and Slave both slept in a little later than normal, and even after I came back to bed with the morning papers, Mistress was otherwise engaged, spending some time finishing a work project on her laptop that had been bugging her all weekend. There was even a brief chat with our WC, as he headed to a Sunday morning golf game.
But when the time came…. Well Mistress found herself with those red leather cuffs locked on tight, on her tummy, her arms spread to the corners of our bed.
Nice and helpless…. Just the way I like her every now and then.
I took a few photos, so there would be something to share with all of you. Then I lazily spread my nakers self across her lovely body. My guess is she could feel the semi-rigid work-a-day cock sliding between her cheeks, as I spread little tender kisses across her neck and slowly worked the muscles in her neck and shoulder with my fingers.
“You’ve been so nice to me lately, Mistress that it would seem cruel to get out the riding crop.”
“”Well that’s good news, Slave….”
Soon I was sliding off her and reaching for the Hitachi Magic wand, tucked under our bed.
I worked it over her lower back, which produced little purrs of delight. But when it ran down the back of her thighs, and to the sole of her foot, the delight turn to shivers and wiggles and squirms, with Mistress trying to evade the vibrating tool.
“That tickles, Slave…”
“It could be worse, Mistress…..”
But I didn’t make it worse…. Like I said, I was a bit of a pushover yesterday. Soon the vibrating ball was sliding up the inside of her thigh, and under her squirming hips….. back to the place where Mistress likes it.
She was squirming more sensually now, and the aroma of her juices teased my nostrils. My cock, like the foolish little robot it has become for her, was getting harder just from that scent, and the sight of her ass and thigh muscles flexing and relaxing, then flexing again, to squeeze a little more “whoopee” from the Hitachi.
As she squirmed, I decided to apply a little “tart” to the “sweet’, and used my free hand to spank that delicious butt, timing my swats to the de-clench of her lusty cycle, which seemed to speed the rhythm of her little dance of debauchery to a snappier beat. Maybe you can see that little red glow her cheek acquired, even as she was working herself against that little throbbing ball.
“Remember to ask permission, Mistress… or there could be consequences….”
She moaned, her ass rising and falling even faster now, her thighs clinging greedily to the wand as I did my best to hold it in place….
“Can I come now, Slave….”
“Let me hear you say ‘please’….”
She did, and I required that please a few more times, for good measure, before I gave my consent.
She sighed on relief, but then a funny thing happened…With my consent in the bank, she seemed to back away from the brink, and take her time to work her wake back up to the pinnacle of frustration…. Clenching, relaxing, then clenching those muscles, her thigh muscles flexing, her legs bending up at the knees, toes curling, a frenetic rhythm of motion that was s delight for this humble provocateur to behold.
I did my best to keep up, with my hand firmly gripping the churning tool, trying to maintain contact with her sopping little cunt.
Finally, with a sound that started deep in her chest, and with her muscles straining from calf to shoulders, Mistress roared over the cliff, first for one nifty cum, then, barely missing a beat, she shifted to a higher gear, treating herself to another one before begging me to thumb her favorite toy off.
When she was done, her chest was heaving, and little beads of sweat had broken out on her back. My tongue lapped them up as I let her catch her breath.
But she wasn’t done.
“Fuck me now, Slave….”
I was anxious to accommodate her, and too lazy to flip her over just yet, so I mounted her from behind….
“Watch for the right hole, Slave….”
Not a problem. We’re keeping that ass virgin for now, but it was easy to finding the correct aperture, and soon I was pumping into Mistress… rough and greedy.
She seemed to take it well, coming at least once more that way, before I released her wrists and flipped her over… taking my own pleasure… with permission of course.
Now it’s the start of another work week, and the final school week here for our teens here in River City…. and somehow, writing all this out makes me want to head upstairs and get another fix of Mistress before we all put our noses to the grindstone once again.
But I did want to share a few illustrations from the last few days. First, for those of you following Mistress's shoe collection, this photo from Monday, when Mistress was chatting with the WC on our way home from work.
