Not much to report here at the World HQ. Mistress is on the east coast with our sullen teen. Slave is back here, wearing his cage to work and staying out of trouble .... not that I could get into much trouble with that cage locked tight.
The best I can do for you is a little trip down memory lane for those Mistress fans out there:
Here she is, surveying our little chink of heaven out West.
And there she is, primping before a day at work, sporting those teal undies.
I know she'd rather be sunbathing at 7000 feet, than in the sea level bustle out East.
And while we both love the summer, one thing that's nice about the cold weather months here are her sexy black tights.
Of course, I believe I've gotten her approval of these photos in the past, but if she dislikes any of them, I may have to be concerned about getting left in my cage longer than I'd like. Which brings to mine this historic image, which no doubt could become a collector's item for some of the Collins clan:
Midwestern Professionals relocated the the High Desert SW add some cuckoldry and submission. But now there's a New BOSS in town
Thursday, August 11, 2011
HNT / Greatest Hits
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Slave Solo
Mistress is off to the East Coast version of the City by the Bay with our sullen teen II, taking a tour of some college campuses.
She’s left me here in River City, with no babysitter, unlike the well supervised Tammy at All Mine. Though I do have our other teen to keep an eye on (and keep an eye on me).
Mistress went to the trouble of waking a little earlier than needed this am, making time for us to engage in some wake up sex, before we were both in the shower. I know I will miss our typical “two a days” while she is gone, and I suspect Mistress may be a little horny too before she gets home, since she and our daughter will be sharing a room on the banks of the River Charles.
I do have some rather unambiguous rules to follow while she is gone: my cage must be worn every day; I will send her a photo of me in it in the am, and of course she has the right to request a photo during the day, just to make sure I did not shed it earlier than allowed.
(I suppose I am being cut a break in that there are no “keyholders” minding my status while she is away).
I also need to ask permission to take the cage off at the end of the day. Today Mistress was generous enough to cut me some slack so I could take a bike ride before preparing dinner for our daughter and myself.
Meanwhile, out on the Coast, Mistress and our other daughter were enjoying a hearty seafood meal. Our daughter was pining for a lobster and seems to have scored.
Of course, the sad part is that Mistress is not too far from Jay and Tammy, from ALL Mine, who are sorely missing Suzanne. The thought of Mistress pitching in on the babysitting watch certainly is appealing.
But while I know Mistress is dying of curiosity to meet both of them, there is also a little trepidation about the notion of “blogs worlds” colliding. And it might be a little hard to explain who these intriguing guys are to the sullen teen.
“Mommy… exactly how do you know these guys?”
It could be a little hard to explain.
Tonight, before she went back to her hotel room and those prying ears, Mistress asked me if I wanted o exercise the privilege of taking matters into my own hands tonight.
“I’m probably OK tonight Mistress. We had some hot sex this morning,
after all.”
That’s true, Slave, but I want you to do it on the morning when you wake up, and email me about what you were thinking about….”
“I think I can handle that assignment, Mistress.”
And so I shall.
Before shutting down for the evening, I did want to thank Donna for her very evocative post on Monday. She left a comment, and sent me an email, wondering whether her subject was a little too deep and sober for these pages.
“I don’t want to hurt your traffic at UFCTMW, Mick by bringing people down”, was the gist of her message.
Donna, not to worry. It’s nice that you add a touch of class to these sordid pages from time to time. I can pander away with hot photos of Mistress and my snarky commentary the other 6 days of the week.
And if that doesn’t work, I can always toss in an ancient file photo of our Western Correspondent.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
A Special Dispatch from Our Senior Correspondent
Mistress is flying off to the East in the morning with our surly teen II for some college visits. She leaves early for the airport. I plan to spend the time she has in the morning with her here in the executive suite at the World HQ, rather than composing a blog. Fortunately, our Senior Correspondent Donna sent me this very personal reflection to share with all of you.
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Monday, August 8, 2011
The Perfect Storm
Poor Mistress.
It was Switch Day, and she confronted what a perfect storm of confluent events.
The kids were away.
We had missed our last two switch days do to family events.
And my bottom was still reminding me how she had dealt with her Slave the afternoon before.
Slave had some pent up demand to take her in hand, and without the need to “stifle” in deference to prying ears and eyes of our sullen teens, I had a good deal of flexibility.
(unfortunately, the kids were already on the Big Bus heading back from Chicago, so there were some temporal limits on what I might accomplish at her peril…. We’ll save the languishing in bondage and every hour orgasms for a later date).
After we read the paper in bed a bit, and I teased her with my tongue and lips as she read the blog, Mistress knew that her time had come.
She even tried her cute little seduction trick, cuddling with me, exchange romantic kisses as our legs interlocked, probably hoping I would surrender to that little voice from down below my waistline looking for some quick and easy indulgence.
“Sorry, Mistress…. You’re not getting off that easy.”
I locked the red leather cuffs on her wrists, linked them together, then, after assembling some useful supplies, helped her up out of bed.
“We’re going for a little stroll, Mistress….”
Of course, once downstairs she tried to delay the inevitable by making small talk with her cute cats, lounging on the living room furniture.
“Enough with the kitty talk, Mistress….”
I took her by the elbow, and led her to the threshold where a steel hook had been screwed into the woodwork for an earlier occasion such as this.
Soon her wrists were locked tight, over her head, and she began to squirm a bit.
“My arms are going to get stiff like this, Slave…..”
“Ohhh, poor dear…. I’ll try to distract you as best I can….”
And so I did, embracing her from the front, teasing her with my kisses and my questing fingers.
As I dipped a digit between her thighs, I discovered se was already quite sodden and needy.
I know that will surprise you.
But my bottom still had that glow, and It reminded me that at least Mistress deserved a few spanks from her devoted Slave.
I pulled the black silky nightie up , reached around and gave her more than a dozen stern slaps with my palm, making her jerk against the attachment holding her wrists in place, and hop a bit on those well pedicured toes. But of course, she could not escape the punishment she so richly deserved.
Having turned her ass cheeks pink, and knowing that in fact her arms might well be getting stiff, I figured it was time to bring this little drama to and end.
I could see her cunning little smile when I pulled the Hitachi out of my bag of tricks, and plugged it in.
I knew she was thinking ---- “Oh goodie, I’ve gotten off easy and now I get my reward.”
But it didn’t work out exactly that way.
With the Hitachi sitting in ready on a nearby table, I began sucking on Mistress’s easily accessed nipples, making the one on the left nice and firm before I reached into my pocket for one of her least favorite toys …. A clothespin that the WC had prescribed for her some weeks back.
I’m not sure she noticed it until it squeezed down onto her poor little nub,
“Oh…. Damn…..”
She jerked against her wrist bindings in response.
Soon I was working on her other nipple, and then reached into my pocket for the matching clothespin. Symmetry is so appealing.
“I can’t even watch…” she whined, looking away as the other peg found it’s home on her right nipple.
Of course, I knew that she would not tolerate much of this, so I immediately reached for the Hitachi …. Well not immediately…. I had to take this photo first ... for the record.
Mistress moaned in delight (and for the distraction), as I thumbed on her favorite power tool and applied it immediately where she likes it….
Soon she was humping against it, on tip toes to purchase as much leverage as allowed. I enjoyed watching her lovely breasts bounce to and fro with their little wooden accessories as she built herself up to release.
“Remember to ask permission, Mistress….”
Well she did, but I must say it was a little too late …. Murmuring “may I please come, Slave…” into my ear, even as her body shuddered through a rather powerful climax.
As “punishment”, I forced her to endure one more cum before reaching for the clothespins and easing them off her lovely red nubs.
The poor dear.
I eased her cuffs off the hook, and let her rest on our carpeted floor a bit, before sitting on the hassock nearby.
By now my shorts were off.
“I think this would be a good time for Mistress to practice her cock sucking.”
And as she squatted on the floor, her head buried on my lap, wrists still cuffed together, a fan of her dark thick hair covering my thighs, applying herself skillfully to the task at hand, I almost wanted to interrupt her and get my camera to capture that lovely image too.
Almost.
It was Switch Day, and she confronted what a perfect storm of confluent events.
The kids were away.
We had missed our last two switch days do to family events.
And my bottom was still reminding me how she had dealt with her Slave the afternoon before.
Slave had some pent up demand to take her in hand, and without the need to “stifle” in deference to prying ears and eyes of our sullen teens, I had a good deal of flexibility.
(unfortunately, the kids were already on the Big Bus heading back from Chicago, so there were some temporal limits on what I might accomplish at her peril…. We’ll save the languishing in bondage and every hour orgasms for a later date).
After we read the paper in bed a bit, and I teased her with my tongue and lips as she read the blog, Mistress knew that her time had come.
She even tried her cute little seduction trick, cuddling with me, exchange romantic kisses as our legs interlocked, probably hoping I would surrender to that little voice from down below my waistline looking for some quick and easy indulgence.
“Sorry, Mistress…. You’re not getting off that easy.”
I locked the red leather cuffs on her wrists, linked them together, then, after assembling some useful supplies, helped her up out of bed.
“We’re going for a little stroll, Mistress….”
Of course, once downstairs she tried to delay the inevitable by making small talk with her cute cats, lounging on the living room furniture.
“Enough with the kitty talk, Mistress….”
I took her by the elbow, and led her to the threshold where a steel hook had been screwed into the woodwork for an earlier occasion such as this.
Soon her wrists were locked tight, over her head, and she began to squirm a bit.
“My arms are going to get stiff like this, Slave…..”
“Ohhh, poor dear…. I’ll try to distract you as best I can….”
And so I did, embracing her from the front, teasing her with my kisses and my questing fingers.
As I dipped a digit between her thighs, I discovered se was already quite sodden and needy.
I know that will surprise you.
But my bottom still had that glow, and It reminded me that at least Mistress deserved a few spanks from her devoted Slave.
I pulled the black silky nightie up , reached around and gave her more than a dozen stern slaps with my palm, making her jerk against the attachment holding her wrists in place, and hop a bit on those well pedicured toes. But of course, she could not escape the punishment she so richly deserved.
Having turned her ass cheeks pink, and knowing that in fact her arms might well be getting stiff, I figured it was time to bring this little drama to and end.
I could see her cunning little smile when I pulled the Hitachi out of my bag of tricks, and plugged it in.
I knew she was thinking ---- “Oh goodie, I’ve gotten off easy and now I get my reward.”
But it didn’t work out exactly that way.
With the Hitachi sitting in ready on a nearby table, I began sucking on Mistress’s easily accessed nipples, making the one on the left nice and firm before I reached into my pocket for one of her least favorite toys …. A clothespin that the WC had prescribed for her some weeks back.
I’m not sure she noticed it until it squeezed down onto her poor little nub,
“Oh…. Damn…..”
She jerked against her wrist bindings in response.
Soon I was working on her other nipple, and then reached into my pocket for the matching clothespin. Symmetry is so appealing.
“I can’t even watch…” she whined, looking away as the other peg found it’s home on her right nipple.
Of course, I knew that she would not tolerate much of this, so I immediately reached for the Hitachi …. Well not immediately…. I had to take this photo first ... for the record.
Mistress moaned in delight (and for the distraction), as I thumbed on her favorite power tool and applied it immediately where she likes it….
Soon she was humping against it, on tip toes to purchase as much leverage as allowed. I enjoyed watching her lovely breasts bounce to and fro with their little wooden accessories as she built herself up to release.
“Remember to ask permission, Mistress….”
Well she did, but I must say it was a little too late …. Murmuring “may I please come, Slave…” into my ear, even as her body shuddered through a rather powerful climax.
As “punishment”, I forced her to endure one more cum before reaching for the clothespins and easing them off her lovely red nubs.
The poor dear.
I eased her cuffs off the hook, and let her rest on our carpeted floor a bit, before sitting on the hassock nearby.
By now my shorts were off.
“I think this would be a good time for Mistress to practice her cock sucking.”
And as she squatted on the floor, her head buried on my lap, wrists still cuffed together, a fan of her dark thick hair covering my thighs, applying herself skillfully to the task at hand, I almost wanted to interrupt her and get my camera to capture that lovely image too.
Almost.
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