Mistress Stops By Her Slave's Office for "Important Business"

Mistress's new job has kept her extraordinarily busy these last two months. That, plus the fact that she is no longer a short walk away  has greatly  diminished her chances to stop by my office for suitable homage during the work day.

But yesterday, as I drive to work, I hatched a plot. Knowing that she was taking her burgeoning staff to a holiday lunch at a restaurant across the street from me, I figured this was a cahnce that should not go to waste.

I called Mistress from the car on my drive to work.

"Mistress, I forgot to mention.... there's this document we both need to sign and get notarized. Maybe you can do that at lunch time, too?"

Of course, there was a matter of how she would get back to the office. I offered to drive her when all the paperwork was done. And there really was a paper to sign.... sure it could be done the following week as well.... but, why pass on the opportunity?

Mistress accepted my offer, and after her lunch, at around 2 pm. I heard her chatting out in the hallway.

"Sorry, I'm a little late, Slave.... your partner B saw me, and well...."

Yes, B, with the rather bitchy and distant wife, who always needs some "Molly time" when she is in the office. Who can blame him. If there ever was a candidate for a mercy fuck, it might be him.

But I digress.

The paperwork could wait. I closed the door, pressed the chair up against the wall, and, after a swift embrace and kiss, settled Mistress into her throne.

Naturally, she had on those very practical peek-a-boo tights.

"I've got three pairs now, Slave.  They really are comfortable, and practical, though sometimes my 'parts' pop out a little too obscenely."

Not on my account.

In any event, it was not long before Slave was where he belongs - on his knees - plying those clean shaven folds with the attention they deserved.

(I made sure I had shaven in advance. The other morning I earned a discipline because my scriffy chin abraded her delicate skin 'down there').

Mistress came with a delightful, sensuous moan, making only a slight little clunk as her head went back against the door in her muted 'throes'. I doubt anyone was paying attention in the hallway.

And with those practical tights, there was no need to rearrange her undies (what undies?) or slide back on a boot. We could just move onto getting that document notarized.

Later, after work, we hooked up with the sullen "bored' teen at our gym for a brisk workout, before heading home.

It was the first night of Hanukkah, and we lit that first candle, Mistress doing her best to remember the Hebrew incantation. It was sad that our 2nd teen was not here for this familiar ritual, and to collect a goody of some sort, as is our family tradition. But no doubt she is enjoying her Holiday break in Europe.

And we had goodies to open too.

Donna, our Senior correspondent, and her daughter had been amazingly considerate, sending us a package that arrived a week ago, filled with Hanukkah gifts they selected. Mistress and her daughter were a little greedy and opened most of them (there were too marked "adult" which Mistress subtly set aside. And there were even a few items for me to give to my cute little grandsons.

That was amazingly considerate, and generous, Donna! Thanks to you and your daughter for taking the time!

We hope this season, when we deploy our varied traditions to bring  light to the longest nights of the year, brings comfort and joy to all of our friends and readers!

Holiday Greetings from Our CEO

 This is the time of year when those greeting cards arrive with the one or two page insert from folks you've not talked to all year, or even followed on facebook, getting you to up to date on what has happened in their brood over the last year. Maybe that's what inspired Mistress last night to pick up the laptop and compose the following for all of you as we wander into the final days of 2011:

Readers, writers, lurkers, friends and others:

Here are some questions to ponder as we close out 2011

What a year it has been. Mick and I become empty nesters. I have started a new and very full time gig. And, sadly, we seem to  be down  (yes down) to sex once  most days., rahter than our usual twice (We will clean up our act soon, rest assured). 

Thanks to all of you for your commitment to Under Contract and for sticking with us when we were on the lam.

Thanks mostly to my beloved Mick for his devotion to the blog, to me and to our life together. In all seriousness, we do have a great thing. I am grateful for our life each and every day.

A few words about some of our biggest supporters out there:

Donna and Bill:

Thanks for your additions to the team this year. Meeting you was a highlight and we look to Donna for her great writing and humor.

WC:

The blog would not be the same without you. Who would we rely upon to tell us stories that involve the things that one never talks about in polite society? We adore you.

Tammy/Suzanne/Jay:

Your blog is tops. S, we know that you will fully recover. You just must. We read you faithfully.

Aisha:

We think that you HAVE found THE man of your dreams. Trust us on this one. This is THE guy for you.

Nilla:

You were our first encounter in blog meets real life. And your voice and personae is more charming than one can imagine.

Francoise:

You were fun (wherever you are.) The homecuming weekend was epic. Thank you.

If I left anyone off, I am sorry – tired brain tonight!

The questions to ponder as we enter the new year:

1)   Will DC / R  and Mick/Molly find ways to break bread on a regular basis? Likely. yes, we are neighbors.

2)   Will Molly and WC actually consummate their long-suffering lust? Only time will tell.

3)   Will Molly enlist a new DOM? She is tired at the moment. But leopards don’t really change their spots.

Anything else you want answered in the New Year – fire away…but consider this my Happy Holiday greeting.

 

Kisses

Molly Collins

Diva

Dom

Sub

CEO

etc

A Laid Back UCTMW Weekend

With our sweet if sullen teen around over the weekend, the more adventurous aspects of Molly and Mick's adventures had to go a little more underground than we would like.

Nonetheless, it was a relaxing one, time to spend with a new friend (that neighbor who shares a bit of our kink) and old (some folks we dropped into see in Friday night).

We went from a frank conversation at a local bar with R (or DC, the persona he used to comment on Saturday's post) about how our blog got started and some of the twists and turns along the way, to an evening with long time acquaintances who would be "shocked...shocked" if they knew what really went on in our seemingly sedate empty nest.

But that doesn't mean Slave can resist the temptation to throw in a few hints.  When our retired College Prof friend commented on the boots Mistress was wearing - black ones with laces that go up the front - he asked her if it was a hassle to do those laces. I interrupted before Mistress could answer:

"Actually, it's my job to kneel down and do them for her....."

This got a laugh from all on hand, and Mistress had to explain that actually the laces are faux and the boots zip up the back.  (You can see them above, along with our lovingly dorky host, wearing sandals in December!)

Later, when the same College Prof complemented me on my  writing ability -- he's a long time client too -- I told him that it was really going to waste.

"Maybe I should start writing a sex blog..... that would be a whole lot more fun."

Looking around at the small group on hand -- all in their late 50's and into their 60's - I suspect no one even knew what a sex blog was.

Yesterday began with some worship for Mistress. But since she was reading Donna's wonderful parody of the WC's writing style, it was interrupted repeatedly with her guffaws. Try lavishing a woman's luscious clean shaven folds while she is laughing some time.  It's hard work!

Fortunately, once she was done with the blog, Mistress's attention refocused on my efforts, and after a suitable starter cum, she was generous enough to allow me to fuck her.

The rest of the day here was almost embarrassingly laid back, particularly for Slave.  We went to the gym, then Mistress focused on some catch up work while Slave did the grocery shopping and then watched more football than any guy deserves down in my man cave. Amazingly, our local pussycats woke up from their month long hibernation in the 2nd half, and remain alive for the playoffs, at least for another week!

Mistress sat down there in the Cave with me, a busy girl, grinding out some work for one h=of her clients, while trading some text messages with the WC and our new found kinky neighbor. She even got a little more information about him from her Mother, who stopped by in the afternoon to take the sullen teen out to lunch. Her Mom was a little curious about how our paths crossed, and Mistress made up a suitably ambiguous explanation about a political event. But it does sound he's made a very nice impression.

As for the WC.... well, he was trading texts with me too about the fate of his beloved "donkeys". For weeks they had been led from the wilderness by their new "Moses", Tim "God Made Me Do It" Tebow,  But all good bible stories come to an end, and yesterday they ran into a Patriotic Buzz Saw.

In retrospect, it's a shame that Suzanne over at All Mine and the WC did not have a suitable bet on the outcome.

Her "Big Blackie" might have gotten in a little extra action.

Our Senior Correspondent Jockies for a Year End Bonus

Molly and Mick had a tranquil day here in River City. After our wake-up sex there was a trip to the gym and other weekend errands to perform. (They included me listening to my mother recite the same litany of gripes about her condo and other family members that help facilitate transcendental meditation for me ... as in letting my mind wander to a better place while murmuring "oh really" over and over again).

After some work at home we took our daughter to see a new movie, Young Adult, amusing enough with Charlize Thereon playing a "Former Prom Queen from Hell" seeking to reclaim her long lost boyfriend 20 years later. It included close ups of the seemingly painful process Mistress goes through when getting her "feet done" every few weeks. Thank God I was born a man!  Then again, maybe I need to learn to do that process myself to become a more complete servant to Mistress's needs, just as Tammy does over at All Mine.

We did share emails with our local "fan", R who Mistress invited over for a drink sometime when our mutual schedules clear. If you scroll back to yesterday's blog comments you will see he left one as "DC". How weird is it to have a reader who lives just a short stroll away!

But today's blog comes to you courtesy of Donna. AS she notes, the WC has been contributing more of late, and his "how to" blogs have enjoyed amazing popularity among our "vast" audience. AS you can see from the list to the right, his tutorial on "ass fucking" has not reached #1 in the charts, surpassing even our Contract.  No doubt he's thinking about becoming a free agent now, and I'll be hearing from his Agent, some fast talking guy who no doubt also represents his latest sports hero, Tim "God made me do it" Tebow. So who can blame Donna for trying to emulate the WC's inimitable style.

 

Yes! Yes! Yes! Life is good!

The workmen have left with their toolboxes in hand and their low rider jeans, well, riding low. The sawdust has settled, the furniture is in place, and the dishes and pots and pans are in their new cupboards. 

And now, drum roll please, Bill and I can get back to having BDSM passion, fun and sex on a spontaneous basis! Woo-hoo!

The other big excitement for me is that our wedding anniversary is next week. Bill and I were married 33 years ago in the living room of a small house with immediate family in attendance. I will always remember the look of horror on his mother's face that her son was actually going through with this. Although, should I happen to forget, I have my wedding photos where she has two distinct looks, one is abject horror and the other is similar to that of an airline passenger frantically scrambling through the magazines and emergency brochures, desperate to find a barf bag before it's too late. It was too late, and the photos have become a source of great laughter for our kids.

And now it is time for my focus to return to the sex blog. It dawned on me recently that the WC is fast gaining on my word count for the year, and I can't allow that. If there is to be a bonus this year, it will be mine!  I know his posts are read more often than any others except for that one of Mick's, so I need to get on the stick here. After examining the WC's columns and comments, the best I can figure out is that he leaves off the spell-check on his computer while writing and deliberately omits punctuation. He also uses words like ass, cunt and diaper position over and over, and his columns are very short and instructional. 

Okay, I'm ready now, here we go.

Instructuns for a hot spancking:

For optimmum swenging room put the femail over ur lap or over a pilow at the egde of the bed

Let her feet dagnle off to the floor but with her cunt positoned so u can esily reach it

rub her ass and put a fingre in her cunt and rub aorund until she moans

As soon as she relxases, give a solid sweeng of your open hand to her ass

repate eght or ten tmes and then chek her cunt agen

if she is wet, use your fingres to breng her to the egde of cumming - than stop

repeete the spaking of her ass and tell her she cant cum til u say so

when she is screemin that she has to cum or she will die, giv her one more swat

than tell her to cum

repete until u have a hot hand and she has a red hot ass...

No, no, no!  I give up! I just can't write like the WC. *head hanging low*

For now, I'm going to go sit in my quiet, workman free kitchen, have a cup of coffee and ponder all this. 

Donna

AS Donna has so ably demonstrated, it's not quite as easy to rip off the WC's unique writing style as one would think. Maybe I should actually listen to that fast talking agent when he calls. I don't want to get outbid by Sin, Aisha, or Riff Dog or we'll never ever make that 100 Top Sex Bloggers List!

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Molly and Mick Collins