Our Senior Correspondent Eats Out.... and In.

Here in River City, Slave spent a good chunk of the day in his hard steel cock cage, after our wake-up sex, during which the heft of my cock was  re-enforced with the hard steel ring gripping me, quite literally, by the  balls. While Mistress and I were off in different directions for most of the day, she spent a fair amount of time teasing me about my "locked down" status via text message and phone call through the day. 

Youch.

It wasn't until about 8:30 pm, after Slave suffered through a 4th Quarter collapse by his alma mater in an inconsequential bowl game, and Mistress returned from the gym, that she found the time to retrieve the key. 

I'm not sure how  guys like Tammy,  who are caged up for days on end handle it. Fortunately, there was a carnal reward at the end of this particularly discomforting rainbow.  But rather than focus on that, let's hear from our Senior Correspondent on how their week has been going:

What a great day!

It isn't even noon yet and it has already been a good one.

I was reading the blogs I enjoy every morning when I came across this picture, and it really turned me on!



I love tribal tattoos, and whether it was that, or the way the woman is being held down (I do so love that, too), I found it quite stirring.

And my sweet Bill was the grateful recipient of my horniness being all stirred up. I went back to our bedroom, flipped back the sheets and gave him a very nice blowjob, if I do say so myself.

The characters In a book I was reading last night were really into BJs. Some of their techniques seemed interesting, so I decided to work them into my BJ repertoire. This morning seemed a good time to give a few of them a try.

Adding some twisting of the hand on the upstroke, vigorous nibbling and humming while switching back and forth between the frenulum and balls, then focusing on head-sucking and swallowing with a distinctive rhythm and then pulling back just enough to stick the tip of my tongue into his slit, and my man was moaning in no time. He really, really seemed to enjoy it!

He enjoyed it so much that he gave me two spankings as we finished up. The first was bare handed, and it left my buns warm and rosy. I thought we were done, but I should know by now not to assume anything with Bill, and as we stood by the dressers talking about our plans for the day, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a crop. My hands were placed so that I was balanced against the wall with my butt sticking out, and a good cropping ensued. So nice.



You may be thinking that I am about to stop, but no!

We drove into a small town over a mountain or two to check out a gym that has recently started up. Lo and behold, this place is neat. It is open 24/7, with camera surveillance, lights and music always on. Each member is given instruction on the equipment, a key to the gym, and you can work out whenever it suits your schedule. Any piece of equipment you might want is there and the price is less that half of what Bill paid for a gym membership to a chain gym twelve years ago. No kidding. This looks perfect for Bill.

And then...the owner has also just opened a martial arts center nearby. I have a green belt in Taekwondo that I earned many years ago in my wheelchair, and I have been looking for something that would help me retain my balance and strength while up on my crutches. The new martial arts center will be offering Tai Chi and the Master is willing to work with the crutches. Woo-hoo!

But wait, there's more! And no, I am not selling Ginsu knives.

We decided to have breakfast at a bagel place we had heard about from a couple of people. We had been told this little place had New York bagels. Right. Anyone who has had real New York bagels knows that they are extraordinary, a culinary mystery and masterpiece. When toasted and plastered with cream cheese...WOW! Sadly, we have never found that same level of texture or flavor outside of NY.

We pulled into the lot of this little hole in the wall  bagel place, and had to hunt for a parking spot. As soon as we opened the door, BAM! the aroma was right. Coffee wafted on the air currents and toasted goodness assaulted our noses. The cases were stuffed with all kinds of luscious looking bagels and bialys and the refrigerated glass case had big bowls of different types of cream cheese. Could it be? Could it possibly be? YES!!! 

I make quite a bit of noise while enjoying sex and Bill had a hard time not laughing this morning, since I was making some of those same noises while eating my luscious bagel.

So I ate two wonderful things before noon. Not a bad start to the day, guys!

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.