UCTMW Staff Conference Summary

Because both Molly and Mick had too early morning curtain calls on Thursday, I did not do justice to the day of our big staff meeting here at the UCTMW World HQ in yesterday's abbreviated post .

Suffice it to say that Mistress had a full day of action, and her Slave was pretty engaged too.

First there was our early morning wake up sex…. hard to recall all the details now, but I know Slave was happy.

Then I was off to work, and Mistress was Off on her morning bike ride, to be back around 10 am or so when Francois planned to make a house call.

Of course, Mistress was concerned about how to handle the damaged foreskin.  Would it be an impediment?  Was some special salve or treatment in order?

She called me around 11:30 or so, on her way to a lunch meeting.

“So how’d it go, Mistress?”

“It was good Slave…. I handled it with care…. He seemed capable of receiving a blow job…. Then I rode the cock a bit….”

“Sounds like no permanent damage….”

Later, after lunch Mistress stopped by for some dessert at my office.

She went on the describe a little more of her morning entertainment as I helped her out of her trousers and panties, and she settled into her throne, the chair I pushed against the door.

“can you taste anything different, Slave?”

“Hmmm…. Yes Mistress, just a hint of the exotic…. How many times did you come?”

“Probably twice, Slave….”

‘And did you have to ask permission….”

“Of course, you know the rules….”

I suppose I do, follow them myself, of course.

Mistress was off after an additional cum, delivered by my eager lips and tongue. She had to make some final preparations for our conference with our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security, who had driven up from their branch office in the bible belt for the first ever UCTMW Staff Conference.

Of course, it was a thrill to meet them. They are every bit as engaging and charming as you would imagine from their comments and postings here over the last few months.

There wasn’t too much editorial planning, just lots of good chatter and laughter, as we exchanged life stories and book recommendations.

It is refreshing to share a dinner with some folks who, unlike our Vanilla friends here in River City, can transition from a discussion of religious intolerance to how much noise their partner makes in bed.

Example:

Molly: “So do Doms just not do oral?”

Bill: “It depends….we like to get good verbal feedback…. Now, Donna, she’s always been pretty reticent when it comes to making noise… though she’s improved with training.”

Donna: “It probably came from all those years at home when I was a kid, not wanting folks to hear me when I masturbated.”

Mick: “We should have appointed a recording secretary…. I’ll never remember all this for the blog”.

Plus our cats liked them too.

At some point, while Slave was on an unexpected call with a client, Molly and Donna conferenced in the WC via telephone, so he could share in the fun.  Maybe he can make it the next time in person.

Unfortunately, Francois was unable to join us. Hopefully he was rehabilitating that damaged foreskin, because we all have plans this weekend.

I did have a chance to lunch with Donna and Bill before they headed down river to visit with Aisha and ‘Nilla.  Fortunately, they were able to navigate the befuddling one way streets in downtown River City to find me, and I took them to a favorite, rustic old tavern that is the oldest in the City.

Bill surprised me with one comment though.

“Mick, thanks for the hospitality…. It was so considerate to leave those ropes tied to the four corners of the bed….”

I thought for a second, then laughed.

“Oops….. I guess we had switch day in the missing daughter’s room a few weeks back, and forgot to move them….”

“But that one rope…. It’s a little bristly…. To rough for soft skin…. Maybe invest in something a little more conditioned….”

Glad to see the Director of Security  conscious of Mistress’s tender skin.

Update from the UCTMW World HQ Staff Conference

We've had a very busy day here at the World HQ, highlighted by our visit from our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security.  And Mistress had her own private meeting with Francois this morning to evaluate the extent of damage to his foreskin.

 (Fortunately, he's an independent contractor, and not covered by our Worker's Comp policy, unlike the WC who had that whole "frozen cock" problem last year).

I'd like to provide a full report in the AM, but there are early work calls for both Mistress and Slave.  Someone has to pay the bills!  So I will simply leave you with this image of me, Slaving over our post-meeting dinner.

The lovely apron came courtesy of Donna. Let's just hope Bill does a better job on security than on his photography.

An Unanticpated Injury

Here in River City, its been getting a little cooler. Mistress is not quite ready to make the shift to the tights that can drive her Slave wild. But she was wearing these rather foxy boots when I cam home Monday.  I thought her fans out there would enjoy them.

And though she’s been working from home over the last few weeks, She was downtown at lunch time yesterday, so stopped by for a little in office attention from her Slave.  It was a nice break for me from a rather tedious day behind the desk to close my door, pull up the chair and let her recline in her throne while I did what a Slave does best.  And one upside was having her juices coating my face to remind me of her for the rest of the day.

She actually got home later than me yesterday, and when she returned I suggested we go out for dinner at a new local restaurant to celebrate our 20^th Anniversary of cohabitation, and also a new client acquisition for her.

She mentioned that Francois has plans to stop by for a visit in the morning, which led to some smutty talk about what he might have in mind for her.  And we called Donna to confirm the arrival time for her and Bill for tomorrow’s big staff meeting here at the UCTMW World HQ.

AS we were sipping wine and preparing our final agenda (and menu) for that big meeting, Mistress got a little text message.

“It’s Francois…. He said his foreskin has a tare….”

Yow!. This was new territory for those of us more familiar with Cocks Americaine.

Of course, this led to some speculation at his expense. At first, I wondered if he was doing what some old college football coaches do…. Diminishing expectations before the big game.  Lou Holtz had a million of those poor mouthing lines at his disposal, though I don’t recall him ever complaining about a foreskin injury that could hobble  his offensive line.

Donna was still on the line. When we reported this sudden injury to her she wondered whether “He’s just saying that so Molly will kiss it to make it better.”  Molly punctured that balloon.

“He knows I’d be happy to kiss it with or without an injury.”

Mistress sent a text message back to Francois… “How did that happen”, but we never got a clear answer. This sent us down a list of possible suspects:

-       errant zipper?

-       Caught in electric razor as he was having his pubes trimmed?

-       Mistakenly slid into kitchen garbage disposal?

-       Mixer goes rogue while he’s making chocolate confections in the nude?

-       Vacuum cleaner accident?

-       Babaette has sharp teeth?

-       Snagged on ring on his right hand?

Of course, the potential  explanations are endless. If any of you have some suggestions, please chime in.

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An Anniversary at UCTMW

Mistress reminded me over the weekend.

“It will be 20 years on October 4^th, Slave.”

And of course, junky that I am, I related it to a little political history.

“Damn…. That’s right, just around the time Bill Clinton started his campaign for President.”

Dumb, huh.

For us, the more important event this week in 1991 was our mutual decision to, “go public”,  move in together and make a go of it as a couple.

We’d been seeing one another since the preceding election cycle, brought together, by our mutual efforts for that short Greek guy in the tank.

There was that steamy week in Atlanta, July 1988.  We still have this dorky little souvenir on our kitchen counter.

We must have sweated about 20 gallons in those long humid nights together, so thoroughly entwined it was hard to tell where one of us began and the other one ended.

Plus I got to shake JFK Jr.’s hand, and Mistress got hit on by Claiborne Pell.

That fall, the Greek lost to Mr. “Points of Light”.

Years  passed. We furnished a little downtown “love nest” with a Pier One futon bed and cast off furniture, meeting for lunch, or on Sunday mornings. Mistress was the one in the ropes in those days.

We had our ups and downs. She probably dumped me half a dozen times. It was hard, married to other people as we were.

But somehow, that magnetic attraction, and an inextinguishable love prevailed, and overcame.

By the summer of 1991, Mistress found herself with child.  We knew it was time to put up or shut up.

So we developed a scheme (as they’d call it in London) that required  coordinated disclosures, and escape from our respective domestic arrangements.

And of course it was hard.

Very hard.

Both of our spouses claimed they had no clue. (Hard to believe, even now.) Mine took it harder than Molly’s. And there were my two daughters to tell, and reassure that I would still be in their lives.

Very hard stuff.

My late brother became a co-conspirator, at least to the extent of offering us shelter that first night on the lam from our first marriages.  And I can still recall the sublime pleasure of coming together with Molly that night in his guest room, 20 years ago today, after the news finally had been broken.

Our lives had profoundly changed. There was joy, relief, and guilt, and a good helping of fear about how things would resolve themselves.

But sliding into bed together, finally public after years of furtive couplings, was a joy that is hard to express, even now, 20 years on.

In many ways it seems so long ago, and still, only yesterday.

That child Molly was carrying is now a freshman Co-ed, as lovely as her Mom.  Another one came along, born only a week after I finally concluded what became a very unpleasant divorce. Now she’s discovering how to use the train system in Europe with her international friends.

I will always be grateful that my two older daughters stuck with me, and remain very close.

And here Molly and I are, still together, closer than ever, enjoying our empty nest, so much water under the bridge, but looking forward to adventures a plenty in the years to come.

I’m one lucky Slave.