Bon Jour

Mistress and Slave are enjoying their time on the continent with their long lost sullen teen this week, in a charming walkup apartment in one of Paris's oldest neighborhoods.  And while there is a certain lack of privacy, our daughter stunned us Sunday morning with the announcement that she was "going for a run...."

The window of opportunity would not be open for long, so we took advantage, with Slave doing his morning "devotions", and Mistress riding her cock with a frenzy that belied our struggle to adjust to the 6 hour time shift.

We spent a good part of yesterday enjoying the City in the sunshine, as Parisians and their visitors filled the narrow lanes.

I did see some interesting pastries which I thought our readers might enjoy. Noy sure how these would match up with the WC's "special occasion cock".

And Molly and her daughter, who fit in with the other Sunday shoppers in their black coats and colorful scarfs, perused some shoe and purse stores.  Mistress took this photo to share with you boot lovers:

Thanks, Donna, for keeping our readers enetertained in our absence.  If you are like us, you will find yourself pushing the boundries a bit to come up with "blogable" material. If so, you and Bill may end up with an more interesting week than you had anticipated.

Mistress is still snoozing next to me.... I note that our daughter is now awake in the other room, but watching a video with her earbuds on.... so this could be another chance for some hanky panky..

Maybe it's time to do a little nudging....

A Good Morning

I took my shower early this morning, taking great care in shaving my armpits, pussy, anal area and legs. That's quite a bit of territory to cover. I shave more of my body than not. Why? Because my Dom likes it that way. No other reason.

After finishing up in the shower, toweling off and blow drying my hair, I climbed into bed with Bill, who was still snuggled down in the covers. His body was all toasty warm and the aroma of male sleepiness hung in the air, making me horny. He opened his arms and I crawled over to bury my face in his shoulder while he gently covered us both with the blankets.

Such comfort and peace is found in resting together, one of his legs tossed over both of mine, one hand holding my head close against him and the other slowly rubbing my back, up and down, up and down. The resting slowly became something more as his calloused hand that had been rubbing my back moved to my side, and bit by bit to my front, to the breast available while the other was tucked against his body.

Instead of the up and down motion, the strokes became circles of light touch, around and around, closer and closer to the nipple, but not quite touching it...and then backing off, spiraling outward, pausing, and beginning the same course again. As each pass came closer and closer to my nipple, I wanted his touch and his mouth, but I knew to wait, to be patient, to say nothing. 

Finally, finally the palm of Bill's hand just barely rubbed the tip of my hardened nipple, and I sucked in my breath. He chuckled, then tugged my arm to begin the process of bringing me on top of his body. 

He positioned me on hands and knees over him and grabbing my breasts, pulled them toward the center line of my body and down toward his face. Adjusting his hands to push firmly on the outer sides of my breasts, he was able to get both nipples into his mouth at one time, sucking, licking and then biting, over and over. I cried out and felt my pussy spasm. He paused, allowing me to catch my breath, and began again.

I was flipped onto my back and saw that Bill was reaching into the toy cabinet. Very soon, a small vibrating wand was lubed and placed against my clit. He placed my hand around the wand, and the only words he said were, "Keep it right there." As I obeyed, Bill reached behind his back to grab a flogger and began flogging my already tender breasts and nipples.

Suddenly, the flogger was tossed onto the bed and Bill crawled closer on his knees and began to beat his penis hard against my breasts and nipples. I begged him to cum on me, to give me what was mine, to rub his warm cum into my skin. And he did.

And it was a lovely start to the day. I hope you had a good start to your day, too.

Donna

Hanging Around

Hello UCTMW Folks,

No peek-a-boo tights today, and no beautiful boots or kinky sex in River City. You have entered the Twilight Zone of the lives of a Dom and his submissive living in a log cabin deep in the woods of Western North Carolina. Here's a picture of where we live. Takes your breath away, doesn't it?


Say, have you noticed that lots of BDSM people tend to be fairly serious about exercise? I wonder if that's because we see and touch each others bodies all the time? Or maybe it has to do with sexual stamina. And while it isn't a truth for all of us, Molly and Mick are out there bicycling on a regular basis, they belong to a gym and Molly does those aerobic spin classes where people seem to enjoy racing on bikes going no where while loud music plays.

I tend to side with astronaut Buzz Aldrin, of Apollo Eagle moon landing fame, who said,"I believe that every human has a finite number of heart-beats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises."


My beloved Bill doesn't agree with that viewpoint and attends the local gym several times a week. And, of course, the fact that Bill belongs to a gym doesn't mean we don't have a fair amount of exercise equipment around the house, although it quite clearly falls into the His and Hers categories. Bill was a championship rower as a younger man, so he has a rowing machine in his library, plus all the equipment for his mountain bike riding that is kept in the garage. In our bedroom he keeps one of those rolling tummy scrunching things, free weights and those push-up grips for his early morning sit-up and push-up routine.

I, on the other hand, have brightly colored stretch bands, a yoga mat and a lovely meditation cushion. I also have something we have both recently come to enjoy, my inversion table. While originally suggested by my orthopedist who presented it as a way to increase vertebral space, I am a firm believer in finding your kinky toys and tools wherever you can, and just yesterday, this became the newest kinky addition to our household.



So yesterday, while I was hanging upside down on the thing, stretching out my spine and doing my best impression of Bat Woman, Bill wandered into the room. I suddenly had a brainstorm, perhaps from increased blood flow to the brain, and asked him whether he thought, if tipped at just the right angle, I would be able to apply my lips and tongue to a certain sensitive part of his anatomy.

I didn't hear him answer, but instead hear the sound of his zipper being lowered and felt the motion of the table slowly being repositioned from almost straight up and down to one where all I had to do was turn my head a bit to bring him into mouth reach. Perfect! And as I proceeded with that favorite activity, that thing I do so well, Bill leaned forward, used his teeth to lift my shirt to suck and nibble on my nipples. Reaching forward with his arms, he unzipped my jeans, and inched his free hand between my panties and my flesh. He knows exactly how to light my fire and wasted no time getting my juices flowing. In no time at all we were both breathing hard and fast and felt it to be quite a worthwhile expenditure of heartbeats! Wonder if Buzz would think so?

Now he is wondering whether it might be possible to put me face down on the table for a short time, presenting a perfect target of butt and back for a bit of flogging and paddling, nothing long-term mind you, but just for an exciting change of pace. I'll have to let you know how that goes.

Oh, and I have orders that from now on I will be naked when using this piece of equipment.

Senior Correspondent,
Donna

Adieu

Mistress and Slave will be off this evening to visit our sullen teen for a week.  And as seems routine in our lives, just as try to escape for a few days off the temperature at work has risen considerably for both of us. That left little time for hijinks yesterday - other than some nice wake up sex in our executive suite.

Mistress picked me up at my office a little later than normal after work, running late for her spinning class at the gym. So I dropped her at the door, did my own work-out and we hooked up again after we were done with our routines.  Mistress looked fetching, and a little flushed, her black tights now off, with black boots over bare legs, and her make-up gone.

"So how was your class, Mistress?"

(We've recently changed gyms, and we are adjusting to the new routines and crowd).

"Actually good, Slave.... the spin leader was a guy, and pretty damed hot if I do say so...."

"Ohhh?... tell me more...."

"early 50's .... tall.... athletic obviously.... and some great music...."

"You may have to find out what his nights are Mistress....."

"I may.... he actually looks a little like Dave ==== (the mountain climber from out West that Mistress fancies)."

"Well while you're plotting to get the real thing, no reason not to practice with a reasonable facsimile".

By now we were heading home, where there was more packing and work to be done.

"I'm not sure how one hits on a spinning instructor, Slave...."

"Well you can always ask if he ever does any, 'personal training'...."

"I suppose...."

"Or there is the old, 'thigh cramp' ploy...."

"So obvious....."

"Sometimes the obvious has it's charm, Mistress....."

At least Mistress will have something to look forward to when she gets back.

While we are gone, Donna, our Senior Correspondent will be keeping the lights on here at UCTMW.  And if we get adequate privacy and wifi, I may try to post some tidbits.  But we do plan to take some time off from blogging and enjoy the City of Light with our long lost teen, who we've not seen since August.

But feel free to pass on any restaurant and sightseeing tips. If we can break away, maybe we can even go shopping for some kinky lingerie for Mistress.  This has a certain charm:

 And for our readers "across the pond" keep your eyes pealed for Mistress and Slave on their European adventure.