Yesterday's little bonus holiday was a good excuse for Mistress and Slave to loll about the house, after our wake-up sex and a trip to the gym. The cute Co-Ed was still here - she heads back to College this afternoon - so we still had to keep our "activities" behind closed doors in the Executive suite.
And there was some "down" time spent there yesterday afternoon, before dinner at the Mother Domme's house. A little nap turned into a hot session that started with Slave worshiping those clean shaven folds, moved to Slave deploying the Hitachi for a long drawn out mega-cum for Mistress, and concluded with Slave begging for permission. Fortunately, Mistress was in a benifecent mood.
Somewhere along the way, we got talking about a older home in the University section of River City that we own. It was where Slave hunkered down during our commuter days, and we've been renting it for the last few years. Late last week the tenants called to say they were re-locating, so Slave has been doing his best to look for a new tenant ASAP.
But that got us thinking.... maybe a better use would be as a kinky little love nest, available for Mistress for the occasional steamy liaison, and also rented out for short term engagements for discrete and discerning clients. It's an old Coach house, with lots of exposed beams, high ceilings, etc. So it does not take much imagination to contemplate it as a romantic getaway for select individuals looking for a fully equipped dungeon. Maybe Donna can help us consider how such a facility might be furnished based on her experience at La Domain a few months back.
And who knows, maybe through Craig's List we could find a supplier of a slightly used Stocks, whipping post, or other suitable equipment to trick the place out for kinksters in need of a temporary club house.
So readers, do you think there would be a market for such a "facility" here in River City, or should I just look for some vanilla tenants?
Mistress was unusually insatiable yesterday.... the marathon session to ring in the new year had fried this aging Slave, but my cock was called into service one more time early yesterday morning, when Mistress woke and paged me to join her in the executive suite. Fortunately, my Pavlovian response to Mistress's lush body. heavenly skin and heady aroma kicked in once I slid into bed next to her, overcoming my bleary eyes and befogged New Year's morning head.
And somehow, she wan able to intrance me sufficiently to forget that it was our Switch Day.....how did that happen? I think it was a little bait and switch on her part. At first we had to move quickly for our wake-up sex, because of plans to go to the gym for an early am spinning class.... But once I had delivered a few orgasms, one with the Hitachi still sitting beside the bed from the night before.... our plans had changed, and we decided to go for a bike ride in the unusually spring like weather here in River City.
Clever, Mistress, very clever.
After our bike ride, we hunkered down into some household tasks. I dismembered our Christmas tree, while Mistress worked at her computer to handle some work overhang. Then I visited my cranky mother. We regrouped in the Executive Suite for a little power nap, before I headed with our daughter downtown to watch our Pussycats back themselves into the Play-offs, through an assortment of fortuitous events that suggested Jesus had missed the exit to Denver.
This strange set of developments could set up the mother of all cross blog wagers if the UCTMW home team ends up playing the All Mine home team in round two. I'm all ready considering the stakes.
Because the game had been shifted to late afternoon, the cute Co-Ed and I did not make it home until around 8 pm. Mistress had a glass of wine in hand, and had made her signature chili to warm us.
But she did have a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Did I miss something, Mistress?"
As my questioning proceeded, I discovered that Mistress had put her trusty Hitachi to use one more time.
"There it was, plugged in next to the bed, Slave.... it was hard not to put it to proper use."
One thing we did discuss yesterday was the need to acquire a new "accessory" for Mistress's strap-on. Actually, maybe two. You never know when an additional Slave might come along, and I guess it would be a little tacky to share.
As you can see from the attached illustration, our's is a little shopworn. And there's another problem.
"I think you're ready for something a little more substantial, Slave.... you've skated along with the trainer size long enough".
We had gotten a big pink one as a promotional consideration from Eden Fantasies a few months back, and while it worked well when Mistress deployed it on DiDi during that wild and crazy "Home Cumming Weekend", its a bit too soft and flexy for my tighter little aperture.
So here is the question..... are there any suggestions from our readers on where to look and what to look for when I follow Mistress's directions to find something more worthy of her strap-on?
The Ol' Slave is a little bleary eyed here at the UCTMW World HQ this New Year's Day morning.
Our New Year's Eve consisted of a tranquil dinner with some friends, and a resolution to be in bed well before the big bright ball dropped. Consistent with those plans, we had taken good care of our New Year's Eve sex by some gratifying action before leaving home at around 8 pm....
But....things got a little out of control as we settled into sleep, Mistress was still wearing those tricked out black tights of hers, and my dumb assed cock, sliding against her shapely ass, suddenly developed a mind of it's own.
"Press it into me, Slave", suddenly turned into "what is that back there, Slave.... are you getting hard for me."
I tried to play dumb, my brain telling me I was a little too tired and tipsy to do what my cock apparently considered to be on the agenda. And it was certainly within Mistress's prerogative to pat it on it's little head, tell it to get some rest, and come back in the morning. But, for reasons she will have to explain, Mistress was in the mood to take advantage of my weak and excitable flesh.
So what was going to be a good night's sleep turned into a marathon of indulgence here in the Executive Suite, the details of which are as bleary as my morning head.
I can recall Mistress using her molten lips to make sure I was suitable rigid for her, then riding my cock to several bed quaking cums.
Then I was on top of her, getting oh so close when she stopped me at the edge....
"Get my hitachi, Slave.....I think I want that now...."
Arggh.
I fished it from its hiding place, and deployed it until Mistress was shuddering and sobbing with another mega-cum. But that only seemed to make her want her cock even more, and it seemed we fucked long into the night, with Slave in that "wanna cum, wanna stop, can't stop, can't cum" state of suspended sexual agony for what seemed like forever....
All of this crazy was fed by some strange fantasy we were both riffing on about a local restaurateur that has been flirting with Mistress lately. I won't go into the details, but it had to do with Mistress training him to be a suitable Slave.
Rest assured, at some point the agony / ecstasy cocktail finally spilled loose, with Slave begging for release, and Mistress giving her generous consent.
"Good way to start the New Year, Slave...."
I agreed of course. But the old line "that which does not kill you will make you stronger" also came to mind.
Now, here is the New Year's greeting Mistress wrote to share with all of you yesterday afternoon, before all this crazy started:
Happy
New Year, Kinkster Family
As we cross into 2012, we celebrate our third New
Year with UCTMW. (And bear with me, as this is a kind of a sappy and serious
entry.) First, thanks to each of you for reading. Mick started this blog as a
tribute to me and it has become part of this community in which we all exist.
He rarely misses a day and I look forward to my morning read.
As you are each aware, I rarely write for UCTMW. I
spend a large % of my workday writing and communicating. During my down time
(except to Mick, kids and some special friends,) I tend to “shut down” the
communications channels. Those of you who talk to Mick lots (Donna), know that
I rarely make that phone appearance. I do adore you…just maxed at times.
We continue to enjoy the fun, play, banter and
charge that is a result of this universe. On a real-life note, while Mick and I
have been madly in love from May 1988 (and we did connect quickly – but I am
that kind of action-oriented cuss—as some of you also know) and have had a
highly healthy marriage (on all levels) – we did enter some challenged
territory. Some in which he says we were never close to the edge – but I felt
pretty off-balance.
We made some rash and necessary changes. I often
have joked that we should really write a book about “how to save a marriage and
why sex matters” and take it on tour. This would require our coming clean in
public (and embarrassing our kids and parents) but frankly there is nothing
that sounds more interesting to me.
It is true that Mick does not see others. If he has
an itch – he is to ask my permission and then we will decide. I am ok with it
as long as we are honest with one another. And it is true that I get to do
whatever I want. Know though that (while I have exercised my rights) – I am
careful and picky.
You have each – in your own sexy and smart ways –
improved the quality of our lives. I am proud to be 48 and still at it -- with little chance of stopping any
time soon.
Remember that life is short and nothing is for sure.
Enjoy and Happy New Year.
It's been some time since Mistress and Slave soldiered through the last week of the year at our respective offices - parts of the skeleton crews than hang in there until the bitter end. And I can't really complain. Life this week was nice and slowly paced, giving me time to catch up on some of those tasks you put off, and then put off some more.
By yesterday, I had even run out of those tedious things to do. And since my Contract forbids engaging in the "hands on" work activities of the type our WC distracts himself with at the UCTMW Mountain Zone branch office, I was grateful for a little diversion. Mistress, our cute C0-Ed and one of her Co-Ed friends decided to join me for lunch. All three of them seemed of a kind, - with black boots, tights or leggings. So naturally I had to take a picture of my "booted babe" lunch companions.
(B, my colleague who has a bit of a crush on Mistress, had a sad hangdog look on his face when he saw my lunch company and was unsuccessful in wheedling an invitation to join us. Maybe next year, B!)
After lunch, Mistress took the girls on a little shopping expedition in River City's compact middle American downtown, while her Slave went back to work. But by around 3 or so, she sent the Co-Eds on their way, and stopped back at my office for an early departure. Hell, I was one of the last folks in my office by then.
Now, since we were heading home, it probably made more sense to wait until we were in the friendly confines of our CEO's Executive Suite for a little hanky panky.
But why wait?
"How about a little last of the year office worship, Mistress?"
"Good idea Slave.... and since I have those special tights on, I don't even have to slide off a boot."
Mistress settled into her throne, pressed against the door to assure a little privacy. She spread those delightful thighs, in their black tights .... it was enough to make even a jaded Slave squirm. If only old B knew what was going on just a few doors away.
I hesitated just a moment, to take a fetching photo, before "digging in".
After a few minutes of devotion, Mistress thighs were pressing against my cheeks, her boots draped over my back and she was moaning through a nice quaking cum.
"Mistress, with those tights and boots, you could make a Slave out of just about anyone."
But that got us thinking.... maybe a better use would be as a kinky little love nest, available for Mistress for the occasional steamy liaison, and also rented out for short term engagements for discrete and discerning clients. It's an old Coach house, with lots of exposed beams, high ceilings, etc. So it does not take much imagination to contemplate it as a romantic getaway for select individuals looking for a fully equipped dungeon. Maybe Donna can help us consider how such a facility might be furnished based on her experience at La Domain a few months back.
