Inside UCTMW... New Technology

There's something particularly dreary about waking up on a Monday after a four day weekend and having to put on the work uniform .... and Slave is a little bleary eyed to boot. So this is going to be an abbreviated post. If I want to provide proper service to Mistress, I'd better get off the laptop and up into our warm bed pronto this morning.

I did want to point out that we have now enabled the UCTMW format for those of you following us with a hand held device like an I-phone. Say you wake up, have to scramble off to work, and did not ahve time to get your morning fix of Molly's lush body or our adventures here. Now it's much easier to read us on the train to work, or sitting at your own desk. Maybe in class in college? (It really is hard to think we have students reading this, but one can always dream). Or, creepily enough, in the rest room....

Another feature we've added is to the column on the right of our post that ranks the most popular UCTMW posts, based on page views. Not surprisingly, the Contract entry remains #1. But showing up on the chart this this morning, is the post I did only Friday morning about one extended family's dysfunctional Thanksgiving. for some reason that struck a chord out there (either that or there is some strange search word in there that is  leading folks to it inadvertently).  Go figure.

Sadly, I have no hot switch day activities or photos for you today. The teen was here over the weekend, so yesterday morning, Mistress and Slave opted for some "comfort sex" when we woke up, followed by a quick trip to the gym. Mistress did a very macho 90 minute spinning class, while Slave did a more leisurely work-out.   Afterwords, I took the teen to watch the local pussycats play football, while Mistress stayed home, catching up on a variety of tasks before another challenging work week begins.

She really has been working hard. New job. Hard charging boss, Interesting work, but also a lot more consuming than her prior gig. Slave needs to focus on making her life easier on the home front in the next few weeks, as she gets her arms around the scope of her new duties.

I suspect she may yearn for the more laid back pace of our Western Correspondent. The other day, as we headed for home, she mentioned that the WC had mentioned that "He's going into the office to read some porn."

Nice gig if you can get it. But unfortunately for the WC, UCTMW has yet to launch a 401(k) Plan. And with that new hand held friendly blogger format, now WC doesn't even have to go to his office computer to catch up on life here at the World HQ in privacy.

Our Western Correspondent's Tutorial on Slave Positions

Earlier this week, when reviewing the UCTMW personnel, I mentioned that our Western Correspondent has been living off his past glory, a "Tutorial" on Ass fucking that he wrote more than a year ago for these pages, and which continues to be our second most read posting here. (Check it out to the right).

Apparently this shamed M a bit, and within a day, he put aside his special occasion  cock long enough to generate the following contribution. Donna and Bill pitched in to find a few suitable illustrations, though I considered waiting for switch day, and having Mistress take on some of these positions herself.  

 

Teaching your slave to assume certain positions on command is a very useful and hot way of training a slave.

To begin with, the slave should be completely naked and the master/mistress fully clothed.

Position number one:

Standing with hands behind the neck, shoulders pulled back, breast jutting out, legs spread about 18 inches, and eyes looking down.

This is a great position to inspect your slave. You can pull her by the hair and tilt her head back to kiss .

You can pull, twist or pinch her nipples, twist and squeeze her breasts, or kiss or bite her nipples easily, and comfortably …  for the Dominant.

You can easily reach down and rub, pinch, penetrate and just generally manipulate her genitals to you hearts content.

For a more complete inspection it is simple to proceed to,

Position Number 2:

From postiion number 1, simply have her lean forward, reach back and pull her bottom open as wide as she can.

As an added bonus, this is often very embarrassing for the slave.

The Dominant can then pull up a chair and sit behind the slave very comfortably.

From this vantage point the Dominant has a great view of both the vagina and anus.

I recommend having latex examination gloves and lube on hand to  examine your slave’s vagina, labia, clitoris and rectum fully and completely.

The Dominant can easily and without much effort deeply probe both her holes with one or more fingers.

A speculum is another nice tool to have at your disposal.

From this position it is a snap to have her move her hands to her  knees, and paddle, strap or cane her bare bottom.

It is one of my favorite positions...

Position number 3:

This is one position every slave needs to learn.

On knees and elbows, breasts pressed against the floor, knees spread wide.

In this position the slave is offering you full access to both her holes.

This is an  excellent position to have you slave in while she awaits you attention.

You can read or watch TV or make some phone calls while you enjoy the view.

I like to administer a good sound strapping before kneeling behind her and taking my pleasure in one or both of her holes.

Of course never go from he ass to her vagina, rather go from her cunt to her bottom.

And finally,

For Suzanne,

My favorite.... a variation of the diaper position,

Position number 4:

The slave on her back, knees pulled back over her head so they are resting beside he head and her bottom is pointing strait up in the air.

This position provides great viewing pleasure for the Dominant and is often very embarrassing for the slave.

A nice hard strapping can be administered including directly on the labia or anus.

I can assure you that this will get a wonderful reaction out of your slave.

Fingers and even a whole hand easily can be inserted into your slave from this position. And you can take either one of her holes from above,

Although this does involve the Dominant squatting down form above to fuck her and some Dominants may find this too taxing for their tastes,

I however find that I enjoy it a great deal.

So there is a short tutorial to earn my keep around here.

Hope some of you find it helpful or hot.

The earning his keep,

WC

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?

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