HNT / Date Night

It was a rather hectic work day for both Mistress and her Slave yesterday. And while we were not denied our early morning wake up sex, there was no time for Mistress to stop by for some office worship. Then, after work, we had dinner downtown with a colleague of the Mistress.

So by the time we got home, maybe around 7:30 pm, we were a little tuckered out.

Of course, that did not stop me from taking the opportunity, once Mistress had stripped away the work costume, to fall to my knees and apply my oral skills for her benefit. And take some photos for HNT too.

Mistress had been talking about leaving for work a little earlier today, in order to have a training session via phone with the WC. But there were issues with that … namely teens who want to have cars at home at  their disposal so as to do what sullen teens do…. Whatever that might be on a hot River City Thursday.

But then… she got a text from the WC. His family was stepping out for a while. Would Mistress like to have a little date with him this very evening?

“Do you mind, Slave….”

“Of course not, Mistress…..”

So when the appointed time came, Slave excused himself and camped out downstairs for the next 45 minutes our so. It was a good chance to catch up with Jon Stewart and Colbert via Hulu. 

And soon enough Mistress was paging me to return to her “executive suite”.

Mistress seemed well taken care of, lying on our bed.  Rachel Maddow was on the TV, yammering on.

“I had to keep it on so the girls wouldn’t overhear, Slave.”

“Pretty impressive if you can come with that voice droning on in the background Mistress…. Amazing focus.”

(It’s not that I disagree with her POV, it’s that  endless rapid fire prattle that drives old Mick insane).

She laughed. I turned off the TV.

“So how many, Mistress?”

“”Four or five, Slave….”

“Impressive….”

“So do you want to fuck me now, Slave….”

Hmmm.  I had written that off for the evening. But somehow, all those pheremones unleashed by Molly, her Hitachi and the verbal promptings of the WC had overcome the fatigue.

“Are you really up to it…. It turns out you’ve had a lot of unanticipated action tonight, Mistress….”

“Just go put in your device, Slave” (my little white aneros).

I like it when Mistress gets all bossy like that. And, of course, followed her orders. What else would a good, if pampered house Slave do?

The Clock is Ticking

Sullen teen # 1 returned home yesterday from a trip to equatorial climes with her grandmother. A Lovely high school graduation present, which I suspect that grandmother enjoyed every bit as much as the teen.

It was good to have her back, and Slave made a nice dinner - grilled salmon, roasted potatoes, green beans – for the four of us.

Sitting down for dinner, it brought up the ticking clock: in almost exactly 30 days, both of them will have de-nested: # 1 off to college; #2 off to Europe for a year of study abroad.

Yikes.

Sure, we will miss them, and while #1 will only be about an hour away and is likely to show up on our doorstep with dirty laundry and to visit her cats more often than we may come to like, #2 really will be gone for about 11 months. There certainly will be gulps and red eyes when we see her off at the airport on August 17.

But … Can you imagine the “trouble” Mistress and Slave can get into if left to their own devices?

Naked Sundays?

For sure.

Finding various nooks and cranies of the house to “break in”, or maybe adapt for kinkier purposes.

Certainly.

Maybe even some special guest stars to add to our Blog.

Camp Molly and Mick anyone?

Kinky Kooking Klasses?

It will be a small consolation prize, I suspect, even as we miss the little ladies that seem to have grown up so quickly.

In the meantime, we will be spending a little more time than normal with the teens, to the extent they will allow it, knowing that opportunities to build on the O count are just around the corner.

And that’s not to say that Slave will not continue to do his duty around here. Last night, after we greeted our long lost teen, and I slid the potatoes into the oven, I made sure that Mistress was given some devoted worship, sucking away until she’d had at least two orgasms, her hips rising off the bed and those little muffled sighs emitting from her lips.

Yum.

Makes me want to shut down here and go upstairs for more, before it’s time to head to work.

Oh, and here’s an extra reading assignment. Apparently one of our female Presidential candidates has a submissive streak – but only because the bible says it’s the right thing to do. Check it out here (a submissive President?).

Do you think Margaret Thatcher submitted to dottering Dennis?

Hot, Humid Weather Forces Indoor Exercise

Mistress and Slave must have gotten over their post vacation lethargy, based on yesterday’s O count. There was our usual wake-up sex, commenced with the traditional “Slave licks, Mistress reads”, as she perused our blog.

Then, shortly after her lunch with a business colleague,  Mistress breezed into my office for a little “apertif” courtesy of my devoted lips and tongue. It’s  a routine that Slave can’t get enough of and that Mistress seems to enjoy as well. And it is so remediating to rest my head against her inner thigh, her hands sliding across my scalp for a minute or two after Mistress has her fill with my oral attention.

That little break always recharges me for the rest of my busy day.

We had driven together, so Mistress met me in the lobby of my office tower around 5:15 for the drive home. She as chatting with the WC as I stepped out of the elevator, and told him she would call back once we were on the road.

Mistress was wearing a short, brownish cotton dress, and I could tell that she had been ogled a bit on her walk across town. She had that sexy glow she gets when talking to her distant “boyfriend”, and her mood was infectious.  I was already wondering of I could somehow dodge that scheduled bike ride in this oppressive humidity and heat, and get some more intimate exercise once we got home.

On our drive, Mistress got the WC back on the line. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation, but she filled me in on the rest once she signed off.

There was some talk about the cock picture he had sent her for her birthday….

“You told me about your 2 hours of epic sex with B…. but when did you have the time to send that picture….”

(He claims that he took it during the “epic sex”, when B had something else to do….)

“How did you do that , say …. Hold on honey…. I need to take a picture of my cock before it gets deflated….”

I did forget to mention that Mistress and the WC also had a brief “date” on Sunday afternoon, as Slave was rooting for the ladies’ soccer team …. They covered that subject too, as Slave negotiated through stop and go expressway traffic on the way home, catching occasional glimpses of Mistress’s buff and tanned thighs, spread next to me.

“Where did you get that story you told me from, M….. I figured it was just a continuation of your morning sex with B.”

(She later shared a bit of the story…. “I was in bed with the two of them Slave…. sucking her tits as he fucked me… you know, that whole thing._)

Whatever the theme, it seemed to help put a nice little exclamation point on Mistress’s birthday on Sunday.

By the time we got home, and Mistress realized that the hazy, mid-90’s air was ardly hospitable to a post work bike ride, I was anle to pitch some pre-dinner “relaxation” time.

And you can imagine where that led. Mistress was worshipped as she read your comments, as well as some of the other hot entries that popped up yesterday. She seemed a little surprised though when I suggested some pre-dinner fucking after she had been suitably serviced.

“Why Slave…. you surprise me….”

It’s good to know I still have that capablility.

Mistress's Evaluation of her Slave

As Suzanne noted in her own Blog, All Mine, yesterday, it was an anomaly of our calendar that Mistress’s birthday ended up on our Sunday switch day.

Sort of like the slot machine hitting three oranges.

Aisha asked the other day why we included a Switch Day in our contract. It arose from some discussions we had during the drafting and negotiation stage. In the past, Mick had always enjoyed using a little bondage and some occasional “discipline” in our sex, going back to our pre-marital, “dating” days back in the 1980’s. My sense was that Molly always enjoyed it. So even though the decision had been made that it was time for me to submit to her authority in this phase of our life, it made sense to provide this little recreational opportunity for both of us.

With it established as a firm date on our calendar, it also assures that Slave does not get lazy and slack off when the opportunity presents itself. All in all, it’s made for some very hot encounters, as the written and photographic record here at UCTMW attests, and seems to provide a balance that might otherwise be missing for Molly, who might otherwise get a little tired of being “in charge” 24/7.

(I do wonder whether the need for (or dynamics of) switch day in our life might change if Mistress ever acquired that part time Dom that she fancies).

In any event, there we were – Molly’s birthday and out Anniversary – and our Switch Day. After I presented Molly with a little surprise gift she had not anticipated, and we read our morning papers for a while it was time for me to execute her “sentence”.

The red cuffs were applied. I pulled a hard wooden chair to the middle of our bedroom floor, and made sure the Hitachi was handy.

“What are you doing, Slave.”

“It’s your birthday, Mistress…. Time for a birthday spanking….”

I turned on a Celtic radio show to make sure the sounds that we would be generating were not audible down the hall to sullen teen # 2. Mistress was pulled over my lap, her tush well positioned.

I gave her some light and deft strokes, fingers probing a bit between her legs. The little slut was already wet in anticipation (or was that because I had been licking her so persuasively as she had read the blog a few minutes earlier).

Then I proceeded, counting in my head so as not to make too much noise. After each set of ten, I paused for some more gentle teasing caresses.

She did squirm, Oh so delightfully.

After about 30 I feigned that I had lost track of the count. Mistress very accurately supplied the right number. It was good to know that she wasn’t going to cheat herself or me to the exact quota of her big day.

(Of course, if she had added an extra 10, there would have been a penalty).

When I was done, and added one for “luck”, Mistress had a very red ass, and was squirming anxiously on my lap. She was more than ready for her birthday treat: the application of the power tool between those luscious pink ass cheeks.

Still draped across my lap, she wriggled and moaned with delight as I brought her to the edge, and granted her permission to come.

And when she had her first, she requested that we return to our bed for a couple of more cums with the Hitachi before I took my own pleasure from her.

So you can see that this birthday switch day was a special one for Mistress.

And for me too, since later in the day, Mistress typed up her annual evaluation of her Slave for me to share with all of you:



First and foremost, with a shout out to Miss Behavior… you are correct sister, that we at UCTMW (Americans) purport to reflect those great old American, Puritan values and work ethic, and look like a corporate empire. But I assure you that Mick and I really seek to work as little as possible and would much rather spend our days involved with each other’s bodies and writing about it. This going to work stuff is for the birds. Simply put, it is getting in the way of our higher pursuits!


Sadly, Mick and I are deeply steeped in how individuals should be evaluated (in the workplace) and how to course correct to ensure continual improvement (does that sound straight out of HR or what?) I am close to a wholesale change in my own daytime work life. There has to be a better way to pay for college and multiple mortgages. Shall we all unite and find advertisers for our blogs? Have them “bound” and sell as literary tombs? Let me know.


But here is the bottom line on Mick’s evaluation for the last year:




I agree 150% with his personal assessment. I might have given him higher scores than he has given himself. In the coming year, I would like him to focus on the following though:


1) Molly’s workday stress and desire to fix it: trust me on this. I will continue to pull my weight. Be supportive. Indulge my unbridled Great American optimism.
2) When I ask you for the 12th time of the day how I look, do not smirk or roll your eyes…simply repeat that I am ravishing.
3) Be honest about other women that you find hot. I can see through the white lies.
4) Be kinder to our darling cats. They make me VERY happy and we don’t want those cure little girls to have a complex about men. It’s up to you.


Mick,
On the sex and attention part, you are wonderful. I truly enjoyed the surprise birthday gift and our special anniversary. I would like to renew for another year.
Love
Molly

Thank you, Mistress. Of course, I want to renew too, though I don’t think I have the technical option to choose under our contract. I’ll make sure to focus on these tasks in the months to come.