Slave's Mistake Leads to Some Serious Punishment

It's been a long time since Mistress required her Slave to post a photo of his reddened ass on these pages.... so you know I got into some trouble here at the UCTMW World HQ.

But before we get to that (that tease sounds a bit like your local news break where the blonde with big boobs says "poison gas cloud headed our way?,,,, more details at 11")... let me fill you in on our day here in River City.

It really has been many years since we spent the full blown holiday weekend here at home ... usually we are off to our Mountain hideaway this time of year. Mistress reminded me that we left the morning after TG last year. That's why a Friday with no real schedule seemed so refreshing. There was time for Mistress to sleep in.... to be followed by some slow and sensous wake up sex after she guffawed at my blog tribute to the vagaries of our Feast. 

I was a little concerned that Mistress might be offended that I seemed to pick on her family -- suffice it to say that on Holidays past my family has done more of its own good vibe killing work.  I can recall our first TG together, 20 years ago. Mistress was pregnant, we had just fled our respective spouses and were setting up our "love nest", and yet most of my family was supportive and already in love with the new addition to the family..... But for one sister.

She used some dead air over the holiday table at my (no longer with us) younger  brother's house to pronounce  "what's with my brothers -- dumping wives and finding new flashier models whenever it suits them!" 

Mistress was classy enough not to bolt from the room, or toss a bowl of gravy over my sister's head. 

Fortunately, we all survived and lived to feud another day.... and even that sister has mellowed with the years.

But Mistress took my post in the spirit intended and even added some incidents I missed the night before: like the fact that our guests had already begun chowing down by the time she and I sat down forgoing what I thought was the traditional TG toast to the assembled family members and those missing or departed.

Or the fact that her sister asked the open question at some point "does anyone want to know what I want for Christmas?"  If I'd heard that I might have volunteered a few suggestions: like membership in a pre-paid legal services program; or the phone number of the guy who smoked and deep fried our turkeys, so she would not try to plunder the precious leftovers, as she had done the year before.

After Mistress and I decided we could no longer linger in bed, we took a hearty bike ride on an unseasonably lovely day. Then she was off for a lunch meeting with her boss, and the sullen teen and I went to pick up our Christmas tree - the first one we've had here in about 12 years.

When we got home Mistress was returning, and the teen was conscripted to go on a shopping expedition with her grandma and aunt. Mistress politely declined this opportunity to darken the door of retailers on Black Friday.

Suddenly we were alone.... and Mistress had plans for her Slave.

"Good.... now we have time to give you the ass fucking I've been promising you, Slave."

It had been a while, and since I am a bit of a slut about such things, I happily followed her command to get that ass up stairs and strip. She directed me to get her "supplies", the harness, lube and dildo. But when I completed those tasks, and was down to my undies, I noticed she had found one additional accessory --- her riding crop.

"Down on the bed Slave, on your stomach.... and shed the underwear too."

Gulp.

"To what do I owe this privilege Mistress?"

"You'll find out soon enough, Slave.... just get down there and show me that ass...."

I did, and she immediately began a nice firm and very painful thrashing....I was bouncing off the bed, whining, trying my best to "take it like a man", but was clearly having problems with that... it hurt like hell.

In a brief break, she reminded me of my "fuck-up".

"You know the reason, Slave..... that very unpleasant mistake you made about someone's name the other night, after K's party...."

Ah yes.  We were driving home after a party at her boss's house. Old Mick sometimes struggles with names, and as I was reaching for one name, another one inadvertently popped out of my wine addled lips.... the name of that person who I fucked up with 4 years ago. Events I have mentioned here, that caused Mistress a great deal of heartache, but also led to our Contract.

"Well.... I think what happened is that you had brought her name up earlier, and somehow it floated out of my aging brain Mistress..."

We had talked about it earlier... she cross examining me about whether I had been withholding any contacts with this person.... I reassuring Mistress that it was all ugly ancient history. And yet, rightfully so, it had rattled her.  She was right to let those feelings lead to some catharsis rather than fester, even at the expense of my now throbbing ass.

After that brief discussion, she added a few more firm strokes for good measure.... and I took my medicine. But it sure did  hurt.

"I think I've raised some welts, Slave,,,,".

Her fingers lingered on my ass running along the red ridges she had created.  Then she picked up her I-phone and snapped a photo.

"I want to see this on the blog in the morning, Slave.... to show our friends what happens when you misbehave."

"Yes, Mistress."

She was already in her harness, so the next step was obvious..... Making sure ample lube was applied, she had me on my stomach again, legs slightly spread. She found her target on the first try and was soon thrusting her way into me.

The surprise was how quickly and dramatically Mistress came, with a bone quacking shudder and deep moan of lust.... I surmised that the act of punishing her Slave was quite a turn-on for her, otherwise why did that explosion come so suddenly and with such passion? If that's so, maybe I will  be seeing more frequent punishments in the future?

We shall see.

In any event, once she had her fill of my ass, she stood, tossed her harness aside, and instructed me to insert my "device" (the aneros), and fuck her properly.

And I made sure not to disappoint.

Thanksgiving 2011: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

The good part of our day was very very good:

First there was some leisurely morning sex. When Mistress called her Slave up to the Executive Suite I came armed with the morning papers, and we lingered a while catching up with the mostly grim news of the week.

But soon it was time to turn to the blog, and as Mistress read, I plied those clean shaven folds with my highly practiced lips and tongue until Mistress was squirming with pent up desire. When she put the laptop aside I zeroed in for the "kill" and had Mistress spilling over into a nice starter cum.

Of course, by now Slave was fully capable of assuming my preferred position, but Mistress was in no rush, she cuddled close, her soft hand wrapping itself around my needy work-a-day cock, and pumping it slowly to a state of high alert. It took a good deal of begging and squirming on my part to persuade her that my engorged tool had a higher and better use than losing its cool in the palm of her hand.

But finally she succumbed to my pleas and once I had burrowed inside, I made sure to show my gratitude by delivering her an extra climax or two before begging for permission to come.

After that it was up and into our holiday. I did get to spend the morning with my cute grandsons, who always amaze with their ability to charm, as well as create the basis for a feud among themselves.  I mean when confronted with a bowl of pita chips, does it make sense to fight about who gets to eat a particular chip?  As we shall see, this must just be training for family thanksgivings to come....

Sadly, the grandsons and their mom and dad had committed to TG dinner with a splinter wing of the family, So it goes. So I dropped them off, and then headed downtown to pick up the turkeys and dressing we had pre-ordered for our family feast. (Lazy, I know, but we've found our friend makes TG goodies every bit as yummy as we can make with so much less hassle).

When I got home, Mistress was napping in bed, and I joined her for what turned into a long and leisurely nap. Ahhh..... the calm before the storm.

After we struggled back to life, I went for a vigorous bike ride (Mistress had gotten hers in already), in a desperate if likely to be fruitless effort to enhance my metabolism before confronting the feast to come.

By now it was time to turn our attention to the final preparation for our meal, with guests arriving even earlier than invited, clogging the kitchen as I prepared my contribution - sliced carrots prepared in an Irish style I had cribbed from Bon Apetite years ago.

Now we were deep into the Bad and Ugly phase of the day.

I won't bore our audience with the details of the petty behaviors that poisoned a good chunk of our Thanksgiving feast. I'm sure it was no worse than what many of you deal with. And, as planned, most of our guests were out the door within three hours. That's really no worse than a morning at the office dealing with an unpleasant client or task, is it?

And the food was good.

But to dish a little, here are some highlights:

-Molly's Mom, in a huff most of the evening in advance, because after spending this evening with the extended family, Mistress was unwilling to commit to devote her Friday and Saturday to other family events scheduled without any advance consultation. Since when has the ritual of the big family Thanksgiving Day turned into Thanksgiving Weekend?


- My Mom, who each year performs the same Stupid Mother Trick: Without me asking, and knowing that Mistress's Mom will bring her own lavishly home made "artisan" pies, with home made whipped cream, brings two store bought pies and a can of cool whip. Then my Mom has "hurt feelings" when the assembled eaters vote with their stomachs and pick the fluffy and beautiful home made pies, rather than her flat and homely store bought pies. So last night, for 11 folks we had a total of 7 pies, and the predictible occurred. Adding insult to injury, someone pirated away the "serving pieces" that my Mom brought for her boring pies, and stuck them into Mistress's Mom's pies..... the horror! My mother required me to clean the whipped cream off of one before I served her a piece of boring pie.

Usually I play the devoted son, and eat the boring pie, but last night I decided to "act out", pouring myself a stiff Bushmill's and boycotting all pies.  I felt liberated by this act of defiance. Lets call it OccupyPie!

- But the prize for this year in the category of "take the thank out of thanksgiving" went to Mistress's sister and brother in law. She's going through a dispute at work, and seems to be in one of those arguments about whether she was fired or quit. Of course, they have a lawyer, but are always shopping for free advice and sympathy too. AS Slave was laboring with the clean up dish washing tasks, they were both in my face badgering and pestering about all the same questions I had answered for them the night before. And when they weren't doing that, they were bickering in front of us all  about what to do and where to go for vacation at Christmas. Maybe I would have been in a better mood about repeating my free advice (which they of course would not take in any event because it was not the advice  they wanted to hear), if they had actually volunteered to help me load the dishwasher!

They were lucky the turkey carcass did not get dumped on their heads!

But it's over now. The crowd is gone. Mistress awaits upstairs, all warm and ready for me. That's something to be thankful for!

As for next year, well.... Donna, do you think the Yurt will be occupied?

I 

Our Senior Correspondent's Black Friday Shopping Guide

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 

We hope our American readers enjoy their own family rituals as we take a break from the work-a-day world and reflect on what we have to be thankful for. Of course, at the top of Slave's list is that after I let her sleep in a little later, I can go up to the executive suite here at UCTMW World HQ and spend some quality time between the sheets with Mistress.


After that the day will be a little hectic. While we will be serving the traditional meal here this evening, the family members in town this year are definitely the C list, too heavily larded with the folks who tend to drain the energy from the room rather than bring it to life. We've been desperately looking for buffer guests to light a fire under the "party", but are coming up dry. Maybe our desperation has scared them off?  


Luckily we've planned some other exercise and R & R time into our day, with dinner not scheduled until 6 pm., which our teen, back from college with lots of laundry in tow, claims is unfashionably late. So dinner will pass quickly and painlessly, the usual suspects will try to take home with them more food than they actually contributed, and with any luck, the crowd will be gone by 9 pm, leaving us a long, relaxing weekend in our semi-empty nest.


Which leads to our feature of the day here. One place you won't find us is anywhere near a shopping mall on "Black Friday". So it's nice that Our Senior Correspondent has come up with her own unique Holiday shopping guide to share with all of us.

 

As Senior Correspondent here at UCTMW, I have taken it upon myself to remind you that Black Friday and Cyber Monday are fast approaching and, in a spirit of generosity, I have put together a list of suggestions for those of the kinky persuasion in your life.

For that special Domme with the teeny little PMS problem, I propose this special bra to offer fair warning to all the subs in the area.

For your friends heavily into bondage, I suggest an answering machine on which you have pre-recorded a message saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm all tied up and can't get to the phone right now, please leave a message."

A monogrammed key ring is a very good gift idea for the Dom or Domme who might be into cuffs and chains with key locks. You might also include the business card for a local locksmith, just in case.

 

Good dental hygiene is a must in the world of BDSM for a whole host of reasons, from nipping and biting to attractively displaying handcuffs, as in this photo. My Dom has never asked me to strike that pose, but if you want your sub to bite the cuff, so to speak, maybe a year's worth of dental care might be fitting.

 



For our friends into pony play, how about a cooling unit. Their suits must be really warm. Or perhaps an apprenticeship with a farrier or groom to pick up helpful hints here and there.




 

Tattoos have become extremely popular in the last few years. Why not design and prepay for that special tattoo for your beloved?
(You Don't have to be an Ohio St. football player to enjoy a fancy tatoo).



 

For the Dom/Domme with everything, you might even arrange for a stay at the BDSM B&B, House of Two in New Zealand.








 

But, whatever you do, take some time to put careful thought into your kinky gift gifting this holiday season. And please, try to remember that the words "As Seen On TV" are not always indicative of a fine, quality gift.

No one wants to create a situation where this sign applies to your 2012 sex life:

Hugs,
Donna

Inside UCTMW.... the HR Function

One of the roles that this humble Slave plays here at UCTMW is attempting to manage our burgeoning "staff". As you cans see from the masthead, we recently added Francois as our occasional  Chef and IT Director. But there are others who have been around a little longer.

The WC.... well as you can tell if you've been following us for long.... his lack of productivity is rather shocking, but not in comparison to his ritualistic abuse of the company credit card. I mean how many drums of high end lubricant can a man go through in 6 months? I understand there may be more surface to cover, what with that special occasion cock. But still....

And both Molly and Mick have done their best to stimulate more editorial contributions. Alas, we think there is some type of writer's block at work that may require us to negotiate some sort of  early retirement package. Either that, or M may never have learned to type with one hand, since his other hand usually has other things on it's mind.

But to his credit, the WC did author what remains the 2nd most viewed posting here at UCTMW... his tutorial on ass fucking that has a link to the right. So we will let him cruise on his past glories, something we should all be entitled to do as those glory years fade. (At least until some young stud Mitt Romney wannabee and his venture capitol firm takes over UCTMW and cleans house, outsourcing our work to some deviants hunkered down in some nondescript apartment block in Indonesia or Serbia).

On the other hand, our Senior Correspondent is a model employee. Creative. Curious. Always pitching new story ideas. I wouldn't exactly say she's a suck up. (I'll leave that to her Husband, Bill). As it turns out she has caught the eye of other sex blog media empires, and recently received an offer to "take over" a blog with a substantial following. I may have to dust off the non-compete I had her sign when she started here about a year ago.... but then there is that pesky thing about "no consideration". Let's hope that she will at least consider all the fringe benefits we provide before she is tempted to move onto to greener pastures.

Bill, our Director of  Security, International is efficient, if a little over zealous.  When we had that recent security breach (not his fault, bu the way, we should have paid closer attention to his warnings about screening all visitors to the World HQ), I had to dissuade Bill from engaging some of his old pals from Mossad who had planned a little rendition op that would have resulted in the potential "leak" spending the rest of her days in some sort of squalid POW camp in an undisclosed location.

Francois has been a nice new addition. But I may need to have him make a house call soon. His IT expertise is in demand.

A little concerned about Monday night's incident with the cock caged Mick popping up among Mistress's photos of Polish sausages and public squares, I decided to spend some time on the computer to make sure that a similar embarrassment would not occur should Mistress elect to show her photos to out of town relatives on Thanksgiving.

As a certain swaggering Texas Governor might say, "Oops."

What did I find? plenty of photos of my reddened ass, cocks of various shames, dimensions and states of attention, plenty of clean shaven folds from many angles. It seems that the photos Mistress has on her I-phone have remigrated back to our large screen home computer, even though I ahd taken great pains in the past to delete them.

I had to spend 40 minutes of so going back, deleting them multiple times.  All those porn shots seem to take a life of their own once they enter the "Cloud".  And while there might be worse ways to go, I can imagine the reaction my old cranky Mom would have when while watching a slide show of Eastern European sights, she sees her 61 year old son's cock in a steel cage.

Francois.... HELP!