Mistress's New Office

First off, let me reassure our readers that Slave and Mistress broke their streak of one-a-days yesterday for a little more time together in the comfy confines of our executive suite.

With a more conventional 8:30 am departure time, there was more time for some leisurely wake-up sex, which is always appreciated here at the UCTMW World HQ.

At midday, Slave blew off a teleconference in my office to go visit Mistress in her new digs.  This is very contemporary office space, about a 5 minute drive across our center city area from my office.

Sleek. Modern. Open air. But the downside is that there is no apparent private space for the type of "pick me up" that she and I can enjoy back at my office, which is no longer just a short walk away.  But Slave is not easily deterred. And Mistress, in those black tights and boots was particularly alluring.

The plan was to pick up some lunch in a Deli situated in her building, then see if we could find a "private" spot to share lunch and maybe a little  apertif, consisting of Mistress's sultry juices, to go with it. 

"There is that big conference space above our main floor slave, I think there may be some private offices there...."

We grabbed our lunch - she had a "make your own" salad and I had a club sandwich - and headed up the stairwell.

Sure enough there was this big open space, and two offices along the wall with clouded glass walls providing a little privacy. 

Mistress opened the one office door and ----Ooops ---- there was one of her colleagues, using the space to conduct some type of private call.  Mistress was a little embarrassed, caught skulking about with her husband in tow for no apparent reason.  And since the other office was right next to the room where the phone was in use, it seemed a tad reckless to engage in activity there where moans of release might carry through thin walls.

Dang.

So we settled for lunch in a public area on the middle of that big room, with occasional random walk thrus by other employees keeping us "honest" and in no worship mode. (I was able to take that rather blurry photo of Mistress with those killer legs in black tights and over-the-knee boots stretched out over our lunch table).

Sad.  This is becoming a challenge, and I suspect Mistress and Slave shall ultimately overcome.  But the experience left Slave a little frustrated for the balance of the afternoon.

Fortunately, Mistress, who worked a little later than normal, elected to pass on the trip we planned to the gym after work. W arrived home at around 7:30. Though accused of "passive aggressive" behavior when I deferred to Mistress as to whether we should have sex immediately upon our arrival home, rest assured that Slave's horniness was dealt with properly.

"Why don't you insert your device, Slave (the aneros).... I'd like a particularly hard cock...."

It was an excellent idea, and as always, Mistress got what she requested.

HNT / Getting Holiday Ready

First, for those of you concerned about the prospects of an Ice Age here at UCTMW based on yesterday's post, breath easy. After I signed off here yesterday morning, I crept up the stairs and found Mistress sound asleep. She'd had a particularly long day Tuesday - back and forth for a business pitch in the Big Apple - and was pretty tired. But after I nuzzled her awake she was definitely in a feistier mood.

The bonus for me was that she still had her peek-a-boo tights on from the night before. You can imagine me cuddling up particularly close to her during the night as she slept, satisfying my fetish for the texture of those tights against my thighs and cock. Now I was going to get a more satisfying opportunity to fully exploit them.

As she read the blog it was ritual worship time: me spreading her thighs, and camping out at their apex, using my tongue to tease her into arousal as she read the daily edition. Then, once she closed the laptop, I went to work in earnest, treating her to a nice wake-up cum to break her day long "fast" (really it had been since Monday evening).

Then it was my turn. She generously used her fingers to make sure her work-a-day cock was at full mast, then allowed me to slide it into that strategically placed aperture in those tights.

Ahhh.....

Suffice it to say that I was way past ready for this little treat.

When I asked permission, and it was granted, Mistress was complementary.

"My.... that was a big one Slave.... you must have been pretty horny for me...."

No fooling.

We went into work a little later than normal, and after work, headed over to our gym for a little pre-dinner work out. That's an additional bonus of the empty nest: no need to rush home to feed sullen teens.

One change for us this holiday season is that we will not be headed to our Mountain hideaway for Christmas and New Years, something that has been our routine for  13 years or so. Mistress's new job, and school schedules for our one daughter makes it pretty impractical.  Though it will be strange to be "home for the holidays" here in River City.

The picture above is from our place out West. I know as Christmas approaches, we will be whiney and nostalgic. Dealing with the grumpier members of the family, rather than the ski slopes and the laid back ambiance of the Mountains will be a pain. But we will do our best. We even put up a Christmas tree over the weekend. I'm thinking that on Switch Day, we may have to do a little photo shoot with the tree as seasonal background.

Endurance

Let me get to the heart of the matter. And I realize that this may strike a terrible blow to the credibility of Molly and Mick as the couple with (allegedly) the most active sex life in the blog-o-sphere. (Not including masturbation .... that title clearly belongs to the WC).

THERE WAS NO SEX HERE TUESDAY!

You see, Mistress had a day trip to the Big Apple with some colleagues. It was a dreary cold and rainy day. Like a good Slave, I offered to drive her  to the airport and pick her up. We had to rise at 5 am, and well.... that's just too danged early for our typical wake up sex. And Mistress was so focused on putting on all the armour for an important new business pitch that she did not even have time to read the blog and enjoy the attention of Mick's well trained lips and tongue.

She did snap this photo of her "Day in the City" boots, as we drove in the rain and dark yesterday morning, leaving at around 5:30 am. She mentioned she had worn those special peek-a-boo tights, a little tantalizing hint of what might be in store when she returned. (Or for anyone happening to be in the right vantage point during the day should she uncross those very fit legs with her skirt hiked up just a bit).

Her plane returned to River City a little past schedule, at around 7:30 pm. Amazingly, it was still dark and the rain had gotten even worse. By the time we got home, Slave was hungry, and made a turkey sandwich from our TG Day leftovers. We relaxed, settled into the couch and caught up on our day, watched a bit of the Woody Allen documentary we had DVR'ed from last week. But not long after the part about the filming of Manhattan (Slave's favorite movie of all time!), I noticed that Mistress was drifting off.

My window of opportunity had shut. And though she was still in those peek-a-boo tights, by the time I got her up to bed, she was actually too exhausted for worship, let alone allowing me to fuck her.

The poor girl had a long and stressful day. And was certainly entitled to take a pass.

But I don't think the winter here will be quite as cold and lonely as the kind these poor suckers had:

Mistress was merciful enough that she slept in those special tights, and Slave will be heading upstairs soon to the Executive suite, to take full advantage. See, I am a pampered Slave after all.

Our Senior Correspondent Answers Some Fan Mail

 Mistress is off to the Big Apple at a very early hour in the morning, and her Slave will be taxiing her to the airport. I really don't like the thought of her driving in the dark and rain and finding her way to the local airport so early. Nor do I like the idea of ehr having to drive home after a very long day.  (The only thing lacking is appropriate livery garb). 

Luckily, Donna passed on the following post for me to share with you, passing on some advice garnered from her visit to La Domaine:

The La Domaine series I was writing for UCTMW came to a rather abrupt halt with the side trip of Mick and Molly into the Sex Blogger Protection Program, so it never really came to a logical conclusion. Today I received an email with a question from someone who had read the series, looked around at FetLife, looked at the website and is planning a visit to La Domaine. I think the answer I gave to Mr. Texas' question sums up my feelings about La Domaine quite well and brings the series full circle.


Re: Mistress Collette


From: Mr Texas
To: Donna

I love your writings of your visit to La Domaine. My wife and I are planning a trip there for a couples training long weekend. Any insight or thoughts you may have would be appreciated.

To: Mr Texas

I am so pleased for you both! If your experience is anything like mine, it will be an adventure that enriches the vanilla segments of your life as well as the BDSM segments.

From the outside, La Domaine is an attractive, medium sized home located off the beaten path in a beautiful wooded area of Upstate New York. It is the people, the experience and the dungeon facilities that are all far from ordinary and, to my mind, completely over the top.

The people, Master R, Mistress Collette, the Masters and Mistresses in Training, along with the slaves, are serious about BDSM. These are not Johnny Come Lately, game playing people. These are people who know the history of S&M and who have been part of the lifestyle for most of their lives. They easily recognize the psychological situations and inclinations of their guests, and will do everything they possibly can to meet the wants and needs of you and your wife, probably including a few you don't yet know that you have.

The food, the wine, the conversation are beyond compare. Do not be concerned about the large round table in the living area when you first enter La Domaine, you will find that some of the most interesting, open, intense, frank, and informative discussions you would ever hope to have will take place around that table. And when it comes time to dine, Master will prepare the most extraordinary food and serve amazing wines at that same table. Usually the slaves sit on the floor at their Masters' feet, but not having attended a  Couples Retreat, I cannot say with any certainty what the slaves' situation will be on your upcoming trip. If you are insanely fortunate, Master R may provide a bit of music as the evening progresses.

While you can see much of the dungeon on their website, nothing prepares you for the care and attention that has gone into the dungeon. I think that probably anything you might be able to dream up and fantasize about can be beautifully handled in the dungeon. I continue to dream, literally dream, about all the additional things I would like to do there. From roping and suspension, to different postures and equipment of flogging; from the massage area to the slave's cage, there are rooms and alcoves of scene after scene along with the tools and costumes necessary for those scenes or learning experiences. You will find every possible heft and weight of paddle, whip or flogger and then there are dildos, sounds, butt plugs, assorted nipple clamps, the electrical stimulators, and more. And the really cool thing is that there are experienced people right there ready, willing and anxious to help you with your experiences, ready to teach you how to handle any situation that might possibly arise in the most safe and effective manner, according to what you desire.

My advice is to be as honest, direct and open in your questionnaire and phone interviews as you possibly can, to keep an open mind, and then allow Mistress Collette and Master R to lead you to an experience you will cherish.

If I have not answered your question completely, please let me know and I will try again.

Best wishes for an outstanding adventure,
Donna