Mistress and Slave Heading Home

Look for a post here tomorrow, as Molly and Mick emerge from the shelter  of the Sex Blogger Protection Program.

In case you wondered where we disappeared check out our adventures over the last 30 days at Mistress and Slave on the Lam.

Molly and Mick Jump the Shark

No doubt you’ve heard the phrase before. Here’s a definition from the “Urban Dictionary”:

“A term to describe the moment when something that was once great  has reached a point where it will now decline in quality and popularity.

Origin of this phrase comes from a Happy Days episode where the Fonz jumps a shark on water skis.”

We can all think of that moment, and often they are only seen in the rear view mirror:

For Blockbuster, it was the advent of Netflix.

For the record industry it was the I-Pod.

For Rick Perry, it was the day he got into the GOP Presidential race.

For the Office it was Jim and Pam’s wedding.

Well folks, after some deliberation, both before and after having some thrilling wake up sex this morning, Molly and Mick have concluded that UCTMW officially jumped the shark with Home Cuming weekend. 

It was a thrill. It was pressing any number of boundaries for us. But it also created a security risk that probably requires us to close down shop here, at least for a while.

And, quite frankly, we can’t figure anyway to one up ourselves after those three “episodes”.

Yikes.   

What a weekend.

And maybe it's time.

The purpose of the blog, and the contract it arose from, was to cement Mistress’s sense of security and trust with her Slave.

That Mission seems to have been accomplished. We are both in a good, happy and trusting place together.

And some new adventures await that will clearly sap some of our blogging time over the next few months: Mistress starts a new career phase in about 10 days. No doubt the hours will be longer and the tasks more challenging until she gets her arms around this new opportunity.

For Mick…. Well we are already deep into the next election cycle, and that will be taking more of my mental and physical energy, as well as keeping my day job viable.

So maybe we should count on spending a little more time in bed together in the mornings, and a little less time at the key board.

Of course, the Contract remains in effect.

“You will still be my Slave, won’t you?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Don’t worry. We won’t disappear altogether.  You will still be getting our comments on your blogs. And maybe we can finally persuade our Senior Correspondent to do a “spin off” that the rest of you can follow.  She can be the Rhoda to Mary Tyler Moore. Or something.

WC and B are still invited to visit us in our Mountain Branch office. (Any bets on whether they will ever make it?)

Who knows, when the dust settles here, there could by a new version of UCTMW – in some other guise or name – to pick up where we left off.   You will be among the first to know all about it.

So after nearly 2 years (we started mid-November 2009) of (just about) daily entries, and more than 450,000 accumulated page views:

“Say goodnight, Mick.”

Say goodnight, Molly.”

From the Desk of Our CEO

Rarely do I post. While I may have a “leadership role” in our bizarre little enterprise, this is Mick’s domain. Recent developments necessitate my words.

Donna and Bill are (far and away) two of the most real and warmest folks we have ever met. The Under Contract world led us to one another. I am certain that we will be lifelong friends.  If nothing else, our foray into the “sex” blog trade has introduced us to individuals who have positively impacted our lives. Donna and Bill personify that definition.

Now, WC, You know darn well how we feel about you and importantly that you have helped me tremendously. You too are a lifelong compadre. And yes, I do want to experience your massive special occasion cock. Bring it on!

Francoise, WOW! When Mick determined to find a “friend,” he found right with you. You have turned out to be more than we could have ever hoped for. You have provided across-the-board stimulation to us. I have dubbed you the sex fairy. Your prowess, wit, good taste and sense of adventure/pleasure is unrivaled.

With regard to sex readers, I know that it you come to read about sex…but that is the story for Mick to tell. I enjoy it immensely and the last four days have delivered more that I could have ever anticipated. It satisfied on all levels.

For me it is about connections, always has been. Intimacy is big with me and that is physical, mental, emotional and psychological. Mick is the love of my life – as the WC has told me again and again; Mick and I do have a great love affair.

Has it always been perfect? Heck no. We came together all of those year’s ago around sex and then had life to contend with. We raised four girls, worked ourselves to the bone, acquired too much real estate and other “stuff”, traveled well, made good friends and enjoyed each other (still do, always will) Or as a crazy Republican Campaign slogan in the late 60’s once ranted, “Now more than ever.”

I would not be the wife of Mick Collins if I lacked the ability to weave politics into each and every maneuver.

Table Stakes, readers. Table Stakes.

But our lives now (at this moment) are the best ever. And I am ever so grateful.

What all of you (and this blog) has provided us is the ability to live with unbridled sexual optimism. Candidly, it has redefined how I think about sex – while I have always loved it, we are operating on a whole new level.

Home cuming weekend provided laughter, fun and adventure. Yes, while I was fucking DD, we laughed – we are both really cock girls.

Where does this go? Who Knows? All I know is that it feels like happiness and that is a good thing.

Mick jokes that it takes a village to satisfy me – at any rate, I am liking this village.

Love,

Molly

PS

And I am sitting in a conference room at Mick’s office writing this …where his slightly dorky, but very earnest partner keeps stopping in to talk to me…we have joked before that he adores me. And I am laughing to myself. If he only knew. And being the slut that I am…I would be happy to apply my accumulated oral skills, because why not? I’m not into denial.

Molly, Mick, Francois and Didi

Mick is a little bleary eyed this morning.

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.