Seasons Greeting Switch Day

Our switch day routine has changed a bit now that the seasons have changed here  in River City. With it colder and rainy yesterday, Mistress opted for an early morning trip for a spinning class at our gym, which called for an alteration of our schedule: There was still time for some conventional wake up sex, but the switch day activities would be deferred until later.

We both went to the gym. As Mistress did her spinning, Slave did his own workout, while surfing the cable news channels available there -- really a perfect exercise routine for a political junkie like me. I mean if the goal is to raise your heart beat for a sustained period, why not have to listen to a Fox News segment on the War Against Christmas? (It made me feel like a citizen soldier in the war because I had the nerve to post a photo of some latkas on my face book page!)

When we got home, it seemed a proper time for a little mini-nap, before Slave headed over to a compadre's man cave to watch our local pussycats go through their own ritual humiliation at the hands of the evil team from up river.

It was the sort of game where the mercy rule should have been invoked, so I left for home a little early. Mistress seemed glad to see her Slave, and described her afternoon activities -- some work for the office, skyping with our overseas daughter, and that she spoke briefly to the WC.

Hmmmm.

I suggested another brief rest before we got to our Switch activities, and as we settled into bed, I asked the obvious question:

"So Mistress, did you and the WC have a little phone sex?"

She had that oh so innocent look on her face.

"Uhhh.... yes, we did, Slave...."

"I'm a little surprised you didn't mention this earlier.... or even text me to let me know what you were up to over here...."

"Well.... you seemed busy with your game, Slave...."

I think she was a little embarrassed,,,, of course there was no need to be.... but it did give me a little extra switch day leverage . didn't it?

After a little rest, I rose and stepped into the closet to retrieve some of my "supplies". She actually seemed a little surprised.

"I thought you'd be too tired after the game for Switch Day, Slave...."

"Not at all.... and I did make a promise to our readers earlier this week."

"Oh..... I don't remember that."

I fastened the red "holiday" cuffs to her slim wrists, locking them tight, then connecting them in front.

"Time to get up, Mistress....."

"But it's so warm in bed, Slave......"

I love it when she whines on switch day.

Because it just makes her "punishment" worse, doesn't it?

Soon she was up and going down the stairs, with my prompts courtey of the riding crop in my hand.

"This is like a perp walk, Slave", she said in that sulky voice of hers.

"Awww... poor mistress...."

I had already plugged in our Chirstmas tree, and even had some holiday music playing to set the tone.

She posed a bit, rearranging some decorations in those lovely wrist cuffs, wearing that soft black nightie with nothing underneath.

Don't you think that photo would make a lovely Christmas card?

Then I hustled Mistress over to a waiting solid wooden chair. Her hands were tied to the front with a bright holiday ribbon. Her ankles weer affixed to the legs, so she was bent over, just a bit.

Hiking up that nigtie , I had a great view and wonderful access to that firm and sensuous bottom.

I warmed it with a few firm spanks with my palm.

"So how many cums did you have with the WC today, Mistress?"

"Only two slave...."

"With your power tool?"

"Yes... Slave....."

Soon I switched to the riding crop. and each slap made Mistress start and squirm, pulling her wrists bound so tightly to the chair.  I do love to see her squirm.

"And what did he tell you about, as you played with yourself, Mistress?"

"Oh... it was about him and B and their weekend activity...."

I did not belabor the point with the riding crop. After all I had retrieved the power tool from the  hiding place where my greedy little slut had returned it after her afternoon hi jinks. It was sitting next to the chair, ready fro me to put to good use.

I thumbed it on, sliding it between her legs as she remained tied in place, unable to resist its churning business end.

Now she was squirming in a different way.....

But I hear her awake upstairs now.  And I have a little additional "business" ta take care of with her. So I will resume where we left off here tomorrow..... and also share with you the WC's account of how he acted on the plans described in yesterday's post.

Our Western Correspondent's Tutorial On Persuading a Wife to Give a Blow Job

Molly and Mick had a "Two-fer" Saturday here in River City.... though our wake up sex was  cruelly interrupted. 

I did my part: feeding on Mistress's clean shaven folds as she read the blog. Then, after she'd had her tasty starter cum, she turned her attention to Slave's work-a-day cock, using her soft, well manicured fingers to get me to that squirmy, begging to fuck her stage. 

Once given permission, I went for it, and was oh so close when.... her I-phone rang.

She went rigid, clearly distracted.... 

"I better get it Slave.... it could be the cable guy."

(No Mistress has not added a cable guy to her stable of actual, fantasy, wannabe or prospective lovers .... we've had some cable service issues and had arranged for a Saturday AM service call).

Knowing, at my advanced age,  that there are somethings more important than your next orgasm -- like a decent picture for the next episode of Homeland - Slave begrudgingly eased back and off, much to my frustration. I mean.... what if the sucker was in the driveway or turning the corner... it could be a long hiatus before I could finish what had been so close to completion.

Fortunately, Mistress informed me that the cable guy was still 15 minutes away, giving us ample time.....

Once a cable box was replaced, we were then off on various errands Later in the afternoon, Mistress was required to drive Sullen teen #1 back to campus (she made a cameo appearance just to play with her cats and make a mess in our kitchen and attend a Friday night party). 

Finally, the empty nest was restored and we had the chance for some late afternoon sex here in the executive suite before going to a pre-Hannakuh "Latkapalooza" in the neighborhood. 

Tummies full, we were huddled in bed late last night, and Mistress was texting with the Western Correspondent....

"He says I should show you an email he sent me yesterday.... it might go in the blog...."

Sure enough, it fits well.... and since the WC's dispatches always earn high ratings here, particularly when tricked up with an enticing headline prepared by our editorial staff, here goes..... (the absence of periods can be attributed to the writer): 

I'm going to have a hot morning

B is all sexed up

But still sleeping

There is a scandal going on here where someone was giving drugs for sex

The other morning we had a raging blizzard and B's car was out of gas and covered with snow

She said if you take it to get gas I'll make it worth your while

I raised my eyebrows 

and 

she said I will suck your cock, and lick your balls and give you the best blow job ever

as she grabbed my crotch

Ever since she then she has had a glow in her eye and is acting all horned up

she keeps alluding  to it and I can tell she has some kind of prostitute  fantasy going on in her head 

very hot

last night at the parties she was all over me in public 

which is not like her

SO

I'm going back up to my room where I plan to have her suck my cock and lick my balls for a LONG time

I'm going to put a butt plug in her ass

have her put her finger in my ass and make her service me totally

I'm not going to let her even touch herself let alone cum

and I'm going to squeeze her tits and ass 

and tease and jam some fingers up her cunt

BUT 

not let her cum 

I don't think I will let her cum all weekend

she likes that sometimes

keeping her horny and aroused for a long time

but no release

 

I like it too because she all all attentive and squirmy 

HOT!

SO

I'm all horned up too

and was getting flirted with a lot last night

which also made me horny

SO 

up I go to use my wife!

Later baby

Let's hope the WC gives us an after action report in the comments section later today!

Our Senior Correspondent Reports in On Her Home Improvement Crew

 Molly and Mick had a relatively laid back day yesterday. After work, there was dinner at a trendy downtown "artisan pizza" joint, then up the hill to our local cinema to see "The Descendants", the new Clooney movie directed by the guy who did "Sideways".  No sex at all, btw, but a compelling movie worth seeing this holiday season. 

Over dinner, Mistress described the flurry of texts and other communications she'd gotten from Francois, the WC and E during the course of the day --- that sort of attention always puts a little spring in her step and a glow in her cheek. And who can blame her?

Now, I'm turning this morning's post over to Donna, who has an update from her cabin about those ongoing home improvements:

One of the UCTMW readers recently asked about our home remodeling, wondering why I hadn't mentioned  it in a while.

Well, here is the answer, home remodeling is more about adaptation and survival skills than sexy thoughts. However, just because I love you, I have developed a scoring system for the men who have been in our home over the past month and a half. As an aside, please know that no one has approached me and I know full well that I might not be a high scorer on their score sheets, but it's my blog post so I can do whatever Mick allows! Hahaha

The Rating Index:

5=All Star! Head for the bed and break out the whips and chains.
4=Not Bad at All, How much experience do you have with BDSM?
3=Well, I don't think so. Have you ever heard of BDSM?
2=Um, no thank you. And by the way, BDSM is not Bologna, Donuts, Sausage and Meatballs.
1=No way. Ever. Never.

So, shall we begin with the destruction team, ripping out the entire kitchen.

On the Rating Index, these two guys are a zero.  Cleanliness of body and a set of teeth in the mouth are a basic requirement for me. Dentures are fine, as long as they fit well enough not to clack or spray spit when speaking, but I enjoy a little nibbling, rather than gumming, on the nipples and further south, too. These men were, shall we say, unfamiliar with the concepts of spending quality time with bathing, deodorant, or a dental hygienist. To top that off, I can't believe they could reach their age without learning about nose hair clippers. Really. There should not be nostril hairs hanging down and waving in the breeze as one talks.

You know, like many things, a remodel begins so simply and then one thing leads to another. The contractor found electrical problems that led to me developing enough of a relationship with the electrician that he feels comfortable coming in with a little knock at the door in the mornings and pouring himself a cup of coffee and getting some cream from the fridge.  Nice guy, good sense of humor, and reasonably clean. He has some rough edges on a few political thoughts left over from growing up amidst Bible thumpers, but nothing that couldn't be handled with a Rachel Maddow intervention.  I would give Mr. Electrician a three.

The plumber hasn't been here quite as often, but please, tell me this, is it in the code of ethics of The Plumbers of the World, that they are required to wear pants that droop? Talk about your crack problem in America! Overall, a nice guy, grey haired and a tad stout, he gets extra credit points for getting the toilets back in operation, which beings him up to a three and a half.

The contractor, what can I say? I suspect he is planning to hang a stocking on our mantle this year, and really, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Very fit,  liberal, formerly the sound man for a couple of big name Rock Bands, he has a wicked sense of humor and is making our house look great. While we were out yesterday, he switched the direction the refrigerator opens, which means he had to take everything out of the door of the fridge...which is where I keep my glass dildo chilling. When we returned home he commented that he wasn't sure he got everything back in exactly the same location, and that we have some interesting condiments-and gave Bill the eyebrow waggle. lol The man is a four.

What, you think I am too picky? Well, that may be the case, but in order to rank a five, these men would need to measure up to Bill, and they just don't.  Bill has a full beard, going grey and white, as is his remaining hair. His eyes are a beautiful hazel with a brown streak running through one eye, and they twinkle when he is pleased or can be as sharp as a lightening bolt when he is pissed off. When he laughs, everyone around laughs too; whether they heard the joke or not they just can't help themselves. He is intelligent, keeps up with world events and is willing to stick his neck out to stand up for what's right. And to top it off, he is one sexy Dom!

Just yesterday, when the sound of hammers and drills was beginning to make my eyes roll back in my head, he reached out and pinched, and I mean pinched my nipples. In the pain there was a grounding that I really needed. And this morning, when I started to over-do in trying to accomplish things, he pointed to the couch and said in his deep Dom voice, "Your butt. Planted there. Now!" And so I did.

My Bill is the only five in the whole bunch. 

Together we will survive the remodel. We will have a kitchen again and peace in the cabin will be restored so we can go naked more often and get back to our BDSM. The ropes, the toys, the floggers and crop are all waiting in the wings!

Hugs to all.

Senior Correspondent,

Donna

Of course this begs the question, Donna: what do you do with the chilled dildo?

Mick 

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.