I'm the sort who's body clock wakes me at the same time every morning. and it was sometime after 2:45 am when home cumming weekend post game festivities wrapped up here at the UCTMW World HQ.
And of course, there is no way I can do the evening justice in a bleary eyed, Sunday morning post.
I mean, if I started at the restaurant, where Molly, Mick and Francois met Didi (sorry Babette, you blew it!), and she went to the ladies room to don the matching butterfly vibrator Francois handed her, then I'd be here all day filling in the details of our evening and I'd miss my chance for some post orgy wake-up sex with Mistress.
So instead I thought I'd toss you a photo montage from our post meal "gathering" here at the World HQ, and let the pictures speak for themselves.... more details later dearest followers!
Here's Mistress, warming up for things to come.
Of course, it was my task to make sure Mistress, and later Didi, were sufficiently preped for Francois's pleasure. and give Francois credit for multi-tasking, knowing even when his own cock is being "fluffed" by Didi, that Mistress is on the verge and needs his iconic direction of "Now, Now, Now" before she is allowed to come from the ministrations of her Slave's well practiced tongue.
As for Didi, well, she is quite the specimen. Funny, informed, and very very strong. I'm still wondering, how did Francois find a former body builder who could bench press three three of us all at once? Obviously, the puny sports wrap he had brought could not hold her.
Indeed, for someone who claimed that she was interesting in playing the submissive, it wasn't long before she seemed to be in charge of the evening's proceedings.
I was happy to be a role player: doing my best to worship both of the lovely women. But I found that with my head buried between thighs. and lavishing attention on clean shaven cunts, I missed some of the action unfolding around me.
I heard exclamations about hot wa on nipples, and ice cubes stuffed up cunts, but have no direct eye witness knowledge to report on. Next time we may want to attach a small video camera to one of the cats, who both were hovering nearby. Hopefully they were not traumatized.
At some point, after Mistress mercifully unlocked my cock cage, I was directed to retrieve the strap on and a selection of dildos. A riding crop too, though Francois ruled that what I came back with was not a crop at all but some sort of dressage whip.
Details, details.
At first it was unclear who would be using the strap on on who. (Or is it whom?). I must say I was a little sheepish about being put on display as the receptacle. But things turned out quite well. Mistress did an excellent job with it on Didi, after we adjourned to a bedroom.
By now it was Didi's birthday, and my switch day. She was treated to quite a nice strap-on fucking by Mistress (I believe it may have been a first for both of them). And to add a little spice, I gave Mistress a nice spanking to help them both get to suitably robust cums. (Now that I think of it, we should have given Didi the birthday spanking too!)
As they cuddled and fondled in bed, Francois and I realized we had become redundant, and adjourned downstairs for some coffee. What a shame there was no billiard room and cigars to end our evening.
When we came back upstairs, Didi was displaying another unique talent (other than the ability to kick all of our asses). She was executing a marvelous massage on Mistress, and soon was spreading the joy to the rest of us.
This morning, as I patrolled the house, I found the detritus of our wild and crazy evening.
The above was on that bedroom floor. and below, on the arm of the living room couch. I wonder if Mistress will remember being flogged on the ass by her Slave as she rode Francois's cock and Didi squeezed her nipples?
(Don't worry, the knives are purely decorative. No "edge play" allowed at the World HQ! You have to draw a line somewhere.)
Happy Birthday Didi! Hope we made it a memorable one.
Last night was the first evening of “Home Cumming Weekend” here at the UCTMW World HQ, as organized by Francois, a bon vivant if there ever was one. Imagine Hunter S. Thompson, but at 6’5”, with a fondness and facility for gourmet food and kinky sex rather than designer drugs and southern comfort and you have a sense of what we were dealing with here last evening.
Mistress had called me during the day regarding the evolution of our evening’s plans even as we spoke.
“He’s not sure whether Babette will be a show or no show tonight, Slave… so he’s thinking maybe we cook dinner at our house tonight, then go to the restaurant tomorrow night.”
Of course, Slave was flexible on such things. This was Mistress’s evening, and she had surrendered the logistics to Francois, as a good little subby should.
But before we get into the details. I want to flash back two nights and provide you with our Senior Correspondent’s report on Wednesday’s staff conference:
The staff meeting at UCTMW World Headquarters this week went exceptionally well.
The first thing you should know is that Molly is absolutely gorgeous. She is intelligent, well read, and has a kick-ass sense of humor. She totally deserves every bit of the worship she receives from Mick, the WC and Francois!
Mick is no slouch, either, ladies. He is a fine looking man, with one of those disarming smiles that some men have at their disposal. Mick has a contagious laugh and rapier wit that make everyone around join in the fun. He totally deserves to have a beautiful woman like Molly as his partner and Domme.
Mick was the chef for the after meeting dinner event and served a delicious meal that we all enjoyed while discussing all manner of interesting thing, many having to do with sex, of course. I realized I should have suggested Bill go a bit slower with the wine when, as we dined sitting in Mick and Molly’s beautiful candlelit dining room, Bill began sharing a detailed description, accompanied by sound effects, of the ways in which the sounds I make during intercourse and BDSM scenes have changed over the years.
Although all staff members were notified of the meeting date with enough forewarning to make adjustments to schedules, both Francois and WC were conspicuously absent. Francois had suffered a tear on his foreskin, poor baby, but I think we could have taped some popsicle sticks on each side and allowed it to heal in the open air here at headquarters, don’t you? The WC, well I guess the renowned Assotologist had other asses to kiss, because he didn’t make an appearance, although he did call to say hello and talk to Bill for a bit.
WC and Francois really do live on the edge. As anyone who has been involved in the world of staff meetings or committee work knows, it is a dangerous thing to not be in attendance when assignments for the coming year are being handed out. It is not my place to discuss the changes in their job descriptions, that would be up to Mistress and Mick, but I will share that there was a fair amount of laughter when that situation was discussed.
Oh, I can’t believe I almost forgot…a special thanks to Mick for having ties attached to the bedposts in the guestroom for us. How thoughtful!
Sincerely,
Donna
We are thrilled that Bill and Donna made it to the staff conference, and also had some fun down river with ‘Nilla and Aisha. Let’s just hope that they’ve not blown out the corporate expense budget on rental vehicles, air fares, in room entertainment, sex toys, and fancy meals from portal to portal. I do trust they’ve gotten home safely by now.
Now where was I …. Ahhh, last night with Francois, Molly and Mick.
I’m only going to share a few highlights, since, well…. I slept late and Slave has his needs…..
The menu:
-Rack of Lamb cut into lollipops, dredged in marinade of cumin and other exotic spices, then broiled to perfection by Francois.
-A dessert concoction served by the spoon full featuring some strange orange dutch liquour and a dollop of whipped cream on top, and accompanied by some kama sutra chocolates Francois made himself with his x-rated molds.
Mistress was suitably restrained as her men cooked, with some interesting pink tape Francois brought along with the rack of lamb and chocolates.
The conversation:
Again, there should have been a recording secretary (Donna, you were right, you should have driven back up here yesterday). Suffice it to say we covered the gamut from genocide to the proper male to female ratio for orgasms. (Women get many), and why restaurants have hooks beneath the bar (to affix leashes).
Molly “confessed” that she had an orgasm while sucking Francois’s cock the other day without manual stimulation or penetration.
“That’s stage two, Mick…. Soon she will be at stage three, when she comes just because I’m speaking to her in French.”
Compelling.
After the main course, it seemed time for a “digestive’ before we turned to dessert.
Mick: “Why don’t you let me clean up, and you two can go upstairs and have sex.”
Mistress looked at me, a little bug eyed. I think she thought I would have a little trouble with all this…. But Mick was quite cool and very entertained (ans stimulated) by the big grin on Molly’s face when confronted by the mutual attentions of her two lovers.
Francois: “You mean I have to do all the work? You need to make her wet for me, cuk.”
Mick: “Excellent idea.”
At first Mistress seemed confused. But soon I had her removing her jeans and colorful lacy panties, and reclining in a stuffed arm chair in the corner of our dining room.
Francois gave her a spoonful of dessert, a little preview, as I devoured her sopping juices.
Mick: “Actually she’s quite wet already, Francois…. But I’m happy to verify for you….”
Mistress seemed a little embarrassed by her obvious arousal, and squirmed in the chair as I lavished her with attention as Francois looked on.
Molly: “who wouldn’t be turned on with all this talk and all these men at my beck and call.”
Who indeed.
Mistress pushed me away as she was on the verge of cumming…. Saving it for the main event I suppose, and the two went upstairs as I devoted myself to clean up duty. About 20 minutes later they were back down stairs, Mistress naked but for a lacy top, and lavishing her slave with kisses.
And so it went…. Dessert …. Then a late night visit to a downtown restaurant where Francois is a regular. So regular in fact that he turned the remote control to Mistress’s butterfly vibrartor over to an eager young waiter who had fun teasing Mistress with it until well past midnight.
It was amusing to watch those sudden jolts and squirms as he teased her, much to the amusement of the two males book ending her at the bar.
Today’s agenda: while Slave is doing some yard work, and watching his college football team, Mistress is going to visit Francois at his home. And there will be dinner out tonight.
And as for Babette? Well she may or may not show, but apparently there is a back-up.
“Oh yes…. I’ve interviewed another one. Didi. I think you two will be impressed. We need to use that other butterfly after all.”
See, you can tell Francois has a military background. Meticulous contingency planning.
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.
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.
