HNT / Vocabulary Lesson

Yesterday we got a little verbal and commentary feedback on a word I used yesterday to describe what was a surprising breakout of exuberant horniness here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And of course, of anything we try to raise the level of discourse on these humble pages.

So here is the word:

"Concupiscence", defined at World Book as "carnal desire, lust....".  The derivative is Old English, derived from the Latin, concupiscent - beginning to desire. For those of you who took high school Latin (as I did for a dreary 4 years, climaxing in the construction of a Trojan horse with popsicle sticks), it comes from the verb concupiscere, from con (expressing intensive force) + cupere ( to desire).

One of our better educated readers expressed surprise to Mistress that I had come up with a word with which he was unfamiliar. I can only ascribe it to my Catholic education. It's a word (among others) that was used as a pejorative. I mean, god forbid one would unleash forces that would inspire such a base and loathsome impulse as "carnal desire, lust". It gets you into Jesus / Mary Magdellan territory, and only the big guy could handle a hot chick washing his feet and not "rise to the occasion".

Now, believe it or not, I just came up with that from my own recollections of a Catholic education clearly gone bad. But then, to find further blog fodder, I consulted google, and came up with some collaborating evidence over at Wikipedia,where I learned that:

"For Christians, concupiscence refers to what they understand as the orientation, inclination or innate tendency of human beings to long for fleshly appetites, often associated with a desire to do things which are proscribed.
There are nine occurrences of concupiscence in the Douay-Rheims Bible^[3] and three occurrences in the King James Bible.^[4] It is also one of the English translations of the Koine Greek epithumia (ἐπιθυμία),^[5] which occurs 38 times in some versions of the New Testament.^[6]"

So, if I ever get desperate for blog material, I can always, catalog for our "high class" readers those 9 - 38 occurrences of concupiscence in both versions of the bible. Then I can call on Donna to find suitable illustrations.  Afterwords, we'll have a test and give AP credit at the UCTMW Community College, once we open it's doors.

But what I note I that this appears to be a New Testament phenomenon, which may explain why our Jewish readers may not be particularly familiar with this term.

At least the Catholic view on concupiscent temptation is a bit more flexible than the Protestant view, as the folks at Wikipedia also explain:



The primary difference between Catholic theology and the most of the many different Protestant theologies on the issue of concupiscence is whether it can be classified as sin by its own nature. Different Protestant denominations tend to see concupiscence as sin itself, an act of the sinner. The Catholic Church teaches that while it is highly likely to cause sin, concupiscence is not sin itself. Rather, it is "the tinder for sin" which "cannot harm those who do not consent" (CCC 1264).^[7]


So for those of you encountering the "tinder of sin" today,  my advice is this:  make sure you have a match handy. And a fire hose.

I hear Mistress upstairs now, and recall that I still need to fit the hard steel ring of my cock cage around the base of my cock and balls. We're driving separately to work today. Mistress has a morning "breakfast meeting" set up, and while she trusts her Slave, it always makes her feel more secure to have me secured away for the day.

Plus there is that extra-hard morning cock bonus for her.

I guess I'd better resume this vocabulary lesson at a later time then.

By the way, hope you enjoy the view of Mistress's other Christmas gift.

Quality, Not Quantity....

This morning's title does not refer to the frequency of sexual conduct here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, but rather to the paucity of words in today's blog.

Though it was a cold, rainy,  dreary day here in River City, and Mistress and Slave were off to work like good little post-holiday drones, we seemed incapable of keeping our sexual bits to ourselves.

There was the wake-up sex, conventional but oh so satisfying.

There was the on the way to work sex, Mick's fingers dipping and swirling through the strategic aperture at the junction of Mistress's thighs, all gussied up as she was in those black boots and peek-a-boo tights, until Mistress's thighs clamped down hard, her little "no mas" sign that I had achieved my objective.

There was the home from work sex, that started "innocently" enough with a little on my knees worship, but continued through a bonus of me fucking her, con mucho gusto, through the aforementioned aperture.

And then, around 1 am, some middle of the night sex.... both of us had gone to sleep around ten, but somehow found ourselves restless and horny.

Dang.

Only one thing to do when that happens. Plus she still had those tights on, milking her Slave's fetish for all it was worth.

Which explains why Slave is up a little late this am. And under a deadline to get this done before duty calls once again.  As recompense, I've added a shot of Mistress from the Post-Christmas photo shoot.

Enjoy, all. And if anyone can hypothesize what has made us particularly concupiscent this week, please let us know.

When Mick is Away....

Yesterday morning, after some wake-up sex in Mistress's executive suite, I took out my new Christmas camera and shot a few photos of Mistress in one of her gifts from her Slave: this little night time confection that channels her 70's era taste for tie-dye in a more delicately crafted way.

The back story is that I acquired this gift at a very tasteful lingerie store in River City, run by a woman who Slave was involved with in a prior life .... we'll call her my Mondale era companion. So when a box comes from there, Mistress always asks if she was involved in making the selection. In this case, she was. While much water has gone over that dam, and we remain friends, it is a little strange to have an old flame help select sexy intimates for my beloved.

So let us know if you like Mistress in her new costume.....

After our little photo shoot we took full advantage of our bonus day off. A nice bike ride in unusually mild weather. Then Mistress and our cute Co-ed went to lunch with the Mother Domme, while I hung out with my two older daughters and my grandson, who was displaying his skills as a master lego craftsman.

I got home at around 3 pm, planning a little quiet time with Mistress before we sucked it up and took my grumpy Mother to dinner. I must confess I was a little surprised that I did not get the "when will you be home?" call or text from Mistress, figuring maybe time with her Mom stretched out a bit.

But when I got home, Mistress's car was in the garage, the C0-Ed was in her room, and the door to the executive suite was closed.

Hmmmm.

Having unpleasantly surprised Mistress on earlier occasions, I knew I should discretely knock to announce my presence before trying the door, which of course I did. But when I tried the door (which does not have a lock), it would not budge.

Double Hmmmm.

"Just a second, Slave...."

A moment later she came to the door, shifting aside the vanity that she had marshaled into service as a barricade.

The first thing I noticed was her delightful clean shaven folds, on display beneath her top, and the sultry Mistress Musk that permeated our chamber.

Of course, Mistress is beyond embarrassment when it comes to a little solitary afternoon delight. She hardly needs her Slave's permission when the urge arises. And I was a little later than planned. So the train apparently had left the station without me.

But I was a little curious about what had triggered this particular urge.

"Spending some quality time with the Hitachi, Mistress?"

"It was getting a little lonely in that drawer with your T-shirts, Slave."

"And how did it go, Mistress? How many?"

"It was nice, Slave.... but only one...."

"So you left a little energy for me?"

"Of course, Slave...."

And while I was just planning on a little nap when I pulled into the driveway, somehow the sight of my wanton Mistress and that heady aroma put me in a different mood. Lucky for me, she was quite accommodating.

Christmas with Molly and Mick

It was our first Christmas in River City in about 11 years, after spending the last decade with our two daughters at our mountain hideaway. And while we missed the cold, snow, quiet and fresh high desert air, it has also been surprisingly relaxing to just hang out here, trying our best to keep the scheduling demands to a minimum.

And of course, with only one daughter home -- the type that likes to sleep in for as long as possible- that has left Mistress and her devoted slave with more than ample time to get back to some more leisurely sexual engagement.

Yesterday,  I had the assist from our Senior and Western Correspondents with their joint spanking post. All I had to do was find a few suitable photos. And while Sin may have thought the shots of "spanking Santa" were a tad "shocking", what I was surprised was how many there were out there.  And there were even some where Santa was on the receiving end. The horror!

So, after letting Mistress sleep in a bit, I wandered upstairs and found her more than ready to share some Christmas cheer. After some suitable worship, Mistress took the notion to give her cock for a Yuletide ride, and proceeded to do so with relish, to taking herself to a couple of stirring cums before rolling over and letting Mistress finish the job.

After that there were some gifts to open -- two for her worthy of a photo shoot later on with the new camera Mistress got me.
At some point we prodded our daughter out of the bed, and we all talked to our younger daughter via Skype. While we all miss her, and she seemed a little melancholy too, she is on a great adventure that we hope will keep her happy until her return in July.

After that we were off to share gifts with my older daughters and my rampaging grandsons, who were by now on the third wave of Christmas gifting. Fun, but about 90 minutes of that chaos were more than enough for us.

Home again, we were able to enjoy the unseasonable sun and 50 degree weather for a neighborhood bike ride, while still leaving us with the shank of the afternoon for a nap and some soft and cuddly twilight sex. Somehow we lost track of switch day, but I think Mistress deserved a day off for the Holiday, don't you?

By 5:30 we were off to a somewhat lower key Christmas dinner with Mistress's Mother and members of her stepfather's family. There were no small ones running about, but the scale of the event was, thankfully,  mellow and relaxing.


Not that there wasn't at least one blog worthy event.... You may recall that our neighbor and blog fan, who comments as "DC", works with Mistress's Mom, who is a very young 70, who dresses in very high and elegant style. He mentioned that "Mom" is a bit of a Domme in her own right. Well last night we got a little confirmation.

She had made a big salad, and asked for implements to do the tossing. The hostess, her husband's daughter, handed her two high design wooden tools, with flat broad ends and long handles. But "Mom" found the devices rather unwieldy.

"These look nice, but aren't exactly easy to use....", she said, to no one in particular.

I couldn't help myself.

"Yeah.... they look like they have a different purpose entirely."

She raised a knowing  eyebrow and agreed.

"Right.... paddles....."

I'd be careful at work, DC. You don't want to cross her, unless you're prepared to take your medicine.