Putting the WC's Tutorial to Good Use

Here in River City Molly and Mick had busy mornings. We spent time together at our gym, then Slave went off to help his grumpy mother excavate and hang her Holiday lights. Mistress spent a little time on foot and finger nail maintenance. Then, by around 2 pm, we found ourselves at home ---- alone ---- until we were heading off to a Holiday Party at around 7:30 pm.

"I think you're going to get in on all this ass fucking action this afternoon, Slave...."

"As you wish, Mistress."

Sure enough, after a little reading and a nap, Mistress directed me to "get out my supplies, Slave."

I suspect Mistress was  even more enthusiastic than normal about preparing for our little ritual after reading about Suzanne's plans for Jay, and seeing that cute video from Weeds we posted yesterday.

I retrieved her harness, and "cock", and of course our little bottle of lube.Once she cinched her harness in place, she slid in to bed next to me for a little kissing and kanoodling  as a prequel to her taking me from behind.

"I want to make sure you're already nice and hard before I take you from behind, Slave...."

I must say she was true to her word. Feeling her warm body next to mind, our tongues intertwined, and considering what was to come, it was not long before my "work-a-day cock" had taken on a life of its own.

Of course, Mistress was monitoring the situation and knew it was an apt time to place me on my belly, ass avaiable to her.  It was easy for her to find her mark and drive it home, so to speak.

Soon Mistress had reached her own critical mass, and was cumming hard, moaning and thrusting even deeper into me, until she had her fill.

AS the WC described yesterday, this little exercise is not one that makes Slave come, but it sure does the trick for Mistress.

Once she'd had her fill, she rose off me, shed her harness, and told Slave to go insert "your device...."
, as a reminder of what had transpired. ANd yes, WC, that extra stimulation makes sure the cock is particularly needy.

I slid back in to bed, and, sliding next to Mistress, her fingers found "her cock" and began to toy and tease. Soon Mistress was begging for the privilege to do some of our afternoon fucking

"You know Slave, you really are pampered.... A lot of the Mistresses out there deny their slaves more often than not...."

"No doubt about it Mistress.... you're pretty indulgent."

But by now I was pretty desperate to be indulged. Those fingers, the aneros, and all of the preliminaries had Slave very close to the edge, even though we had our wake-up sex not that many hours ago.

But she wasn't done just yet.

"You know we used to have that weekly abstinence day here.... but I got a little easy on you about a year ago... maybe we should start that again... right now."

That last line was delivered as a single recently manicured finger slid oh so tauntingly up the length of my cock.

By now I was getting a little worried.

Was Mistress suddenly opening a new chapter in our  contractual relationship?

Yikes.

Fortunately, it was about this time -- after a little more particularly pathetic whimpering and pleading on my part - that Mistress indulged her Slave, once again.

"Yes, Slave.... you can fuck me now...."

Ahhhh.....

The Western Correspondent's Tutorial on Getting "Pegged"

 Over at All Mine, Suzanne recently won a bet over, of all things, the U Conn v. Harvard basketball game (who knew that a beast of the Big East was allowed to schedule an Ivy League team - it seems tantamount to child abuse!) 

When U Conn failed to cover the 20 point spread Suzanne's macho former linebacker lover Jay had generously provided, Suzanne won the bet, and the stakes were high: She gets to use her 'big blackie", normally reserved for her sissy wife Tammy, on Jay. (Jay, considering the fact that Harvard was actually ranked 24 last week, I'm wondering if you "took a dive" on this one..... but that's just speculation on old Mick's part).

Always trying to be helpful (and exploit the always higher rating when we tie into the adventures of Suzanne and her entourage), I invited our Western Correspondent to dust off his keyboard, and submit a tutorial on "taking it like a man". I know this will give Jay some practical guidance and encouragement has he take this next step.

 Mick has asked me to  write a tutorial about a guy getting fucked with a strap on.

Being a dutiful and loyal employee of the UCTMW media empire [Ed. note: while still eschewing the style book re: periods]

Here it goes

I don’ t think most guys OR gals realize how dominant an act fucking is until the tables are turned

Ever since I was young I always did dominant things durning intercourse like grabbing hair, spanking, pushing

a finger up the bottom, etc.

However I have always enjoyed having a finger up my ass too

(I have a hot lady doctor and always enjoy my prostate examinations:)

BTW. I too own some aneros toys, which I usually use during sex

I find the prostate stimulation  makes for better orgasms and I highly recommend getting one

Now, as for strap on sex,  I suggest getting a pretty big -  but not too big -dildo for the harness

For the harness I recommend one that fits tightly and has a vibrator that fits over your female partner’s  clit

And one that positions the dildo right over the clit

It is important that the lady orgasms while fucking her man

I love it when B cums while fucking me

She starts ramming it in real hard and dominant, and grabs my hips and just fucks the shit out of me taking her pleasure with no real concern for me! 

There’s lots of moaning and groaning

HOT!

Also it is important to get a dildo with some "give" in it, hard plastic dildos hurt

It is also important to go slow to give your partners bottom time to adjust

Anal pain is not sexy... it just hurts

Talking can also enhance the experience

Things like "take it bitch" or "look who likes getting their ass fucked" are pretty hot and dominant

But always remember the goal is pleasure, not pain

Interestingly, I never cum from getting fucked, but still enjoy it a lot

SO

That is my two cents worth

The likes getting fucked

And I think you will too Jay

WC

 In addition to this tutorial, maybe a little "live action" fun is appropriate too, so here is a video from an apropos episode of   Weeds. 

Short Road Trip for Molly and Mick

After our wake up sex yesterday morning we were both off in different directions, until around 2 pm, when Slave picked Mistress up at her office for a quick trip to our oh so flat state capitol. We had been invited to a small political meeting with a big hitter in town from DC. It was someone we both had wanted to meet for a while now, and chose not to pass on the opportunity.

Slave was the chauffeur, while Mistress worked on her laptop, using our clever little mobile wi-fi unit. But she did remind me of a potential diversion:

"Slave.... remember I wore those special tights for you today...."

Ah, yes. The peek-a-boo tights. Mistress had a conference call to take at 3 pm, about 1/2 way on our trip, but before she geared up for that, I suggested she put down her work for a moment, to give my right hand the opportunity to provide a little "stress relief".

Always game, Mistress put her feet up on the dash, spread her thighs, and made room for Slave's questing fingers. That little aperture at the junction of those well conditioned thighs popped open with ease, giving me clear access to those slippery and clean shaven folds.

Of course, Slave had to be on the lookout. A Semi driver passing (or being passed) on our right would have had a clear look at what was "unfolding" in our humble Volvo.  Fortunately, my mission was accomplished relatively quickly, as Mistress shuddered and moaned, her hips rising up to meet my fingers not long after my little diversionary entertainment had begun.

"Ummmm.... thank you, Slave....that was nice....."

I do think it gave her a little mental break before she had to take charge of her team on the ensuing conference call.

After attending our meeting -- even more impressed that we expected to be about this data driven whiz kid - we headed back to River City, arriving around 8 pm, and settling into our executive suite with some wine and a few snacks to tide us over.

And fortunately for me, Mistress was intent on returning the favor from the orgasm I had delivered on the ride north.

"Why not put in your device (the aneros), Slave.... It's been a long day, and you may need a little 'boost'"

Well I'm not sure it was necessary, but it sure didn't hurt.

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When I woke up this morning, I scanned through our blog role and noticed the jaw dropping headline over at All Mine: Bend Over Jay!.

It turns out that Jay got a little sloppy, and bet the virginity of his ass on the outcome of the U Conn / Harvard Basketball game. He gave Suzanne a 20 point spread,  which the "student athletes" at U Conn could not cover.

Oops.

Now Suzanne is (no doubt) salivating at the thought of collecting her bet. And I suspect Tammy may be doing a little chortling too!  I do wonder how Jay is going to handle this turn of the tables. Maybe the WC could do another "Tutorial" on taking it like a man.  I'm sure our readers would be amused, and it could give Jay a little aid and comfort in his time of need.

HNT/ Kicking Off the Holiday Season

Last night began the  round of local holiday parties for Molly and Mick. This was an event on our scenic downtown - all lit up with holiday lights now, the giant tree very festive on the town square, with skaters cruising around the  temporary rink thrown up over the Thanksgiving weekend.

But first things first: Mistress planned a stop at my office for a little "pick-me-up" before we headed over together to the annual party thrown by a local business association. We knew there would be some downers to deal with over there, along with some old friends, so it made sense to have a short sensual diversion before putting on our chipper holiday faces.

One of my colleagues, who has a bit of a crush on Mistress, we'll call him Bob, wanted to know if we could all walk over to the Party together. But I had to inform him that Mistress was running a little late and we had "something to talk about" before heading over. He seemed a little crestfallen, but then imagine what he would think if he knew that within moments, Mistress's clean shaven folds would be on full display in my office. No doubt he would have been happy to add his own devotion to the worship that was to come.... err... cum....

Within moments of her arrival, her "throne" was pushed up against the door, Mistress had pushed to one ankle the festive black velvet pants she had worn for the occasion, and  Slave was on his knees, savoring Molly's sweet nectar. It wasn't long before her legs were wrapped around my neck and those folds were rising up to meet my mouth as she stifled moans of ecstasy.

I did take a break to shoot this photo, which I hope satisfies those of you who just come here for the "good parts". Don't you like that festive scarf?

At the party we ran into the usual suspects. And its always a great joy for me to go to one of these events with Mistress, basking in her reflected glow.

There was one guy - the manager of a local retailer - who was talking to Mistress as I stepped over to the bar to refresh our drinks. In my absence he had launched into a tale about leaving his wife after 20 years. Mistress and I commiserated for a bit, sharing some of our own war stories. Until he said "Now it's time to re-launch my sex life." 

Gulp.... TMI, as our sullen teens would say. Quite frankly, I couldn't tell if he was coming onto Mistress or me. But it seemed a good time to look for someone else for  superficial cocktail conversation.

It was about that time that Mistress and I both spotted the person we would prefer to avoid: the lady with whom I had a brief encounter a few years back that led to the Contract that is at the root of this blog.

Ouch.

While the wounds have healed nicely, it's still unpleasant for us to run into her. But I must say Mistress handled it well. She made sure her Slave was close at hand, and glided through the room seemingly oblivious to this hostile presence for the rest of the evening.

I'd call that progress.