Correction Time

When Bill called me back to the bedroom this afternoon, I thought he was inviting me back to have an opinion about a bookshelf. Wrong. I should have known from his tone of voice that it was about more than that.

As I entered the doorway, I spied a wooden paddle, a flogger, handcuffs, the Hitachi and a short black nightie laid out on the bed. Oops! Seems like my bad behavior had caught up with me.

He looked at me sternly and raised one eyebrow. He nodded toward the bathroom and instructed me to take care of things. When I headed back into the bedroom, I was naked and clean and Bill stood naked in front of me. I offered to suck him off, but he said that while my talents make him lose track of the world for a moment or two, we would still be getting around to the spanking, so why not just get it overwith. I could think of a few reasons I might want to delay things but, surprisingly, managed to say nothing.

And so, he pulled the short nightie over my head, gave me a kiss, locked the handcuffs on my wrists and positioned me over the side of the bed. He flipped the tail of the nightie up over my back, and, after a warm-up consisting of a slow butt rub with an occasional swat, the swats came closer together and the rubbing between swats shorter and shorter until we were all the way into a full-fledged spanking.

Damn, that hurts. I had just a moment's reprieve as he reached over for the paddle and soon the deeper "thuds" began. I was twisting a bit and trying hard not to cry out when he switched to the flogger. A different smack and a different sting come with the flogger. It isn't less pain, just different.

Often I am given a count of swats, or a length of time when I know things will stop, but it was a major error on my part that had brought us here, so I had no idea how long it would last. At some point I was aware of Bill making a comment about simple being best and setting aside the flogger to go back to spanking with his hand. Then finally, it was done.

At least I thought it was.

He quickly repositioned me into a kneeling downward dog position, grabbed the Hitachi and flipped the switch.

Golly Ned! The Hitachi can be a wonderful sex buddy, or it can be a pain, literally, if held in one position against a delicate area. Want to guess which it was this time? Now that isn't to say I didn't cum. I orgasmed a couple of times, and was begging for it to stop. And, seemingly unfazed by my begging, when Bill thought the time was right, he backed off and began to using a much lighter touch. When I heard him chuckle as I came again, I knew we were well and truly almost finished with the punishment.

And that meant we could move on to the apology part of the program. Bill feels that I offer my best apology to him with his cock in my mouth. So I was positioned on the opposite side of the bed, flipped over onto my back, and my head was eased just enough off the edge of the bed that he could easily slide his penis between my lips. I worked on sucking, licking and tonguing a decent apology, and sucking like that is such a sensual thing to do that I had another orgasm, and this time when I came, it had more to do with pleasure than the pain/pleasure combination.

Bill's ejaculation was all about pleasure, and he accepted my apology. He removed the handcuffs positioned me on the pillows to rest and covered me with a blanket.

And now the situation is done, over, finished, and won't be mentioned again.

I love that. Learn the lesson and move on, leaving the past in the past. It works for us.

Mick and Molly are on their way home right now and will hopefully be returning to their inspirational sex schedule. Hopefully they were able to avoid the effects of withdrawal during their stay with their teen. 
 


Donna

Time's Up.

Mistress and her devoted Slave are here in our tiny garret this evening, packing for the trip home. Our "loving" daughter has her debris scattered everywhere, deciding what she can send back with us, and what she will keep for the 4 1/2 months left in her "studies" here on the continent.

I suspect she has now realized why it made sense for her to leave us "ugly Americans" behind. We're too loud, too bufoonish, too corny, and we have very poor table manners.  The only thing we are good for is keeping her credit cards below the Max, and bailing out these sophisticated Europeans  whenever Germany gets too big for it's Liderhosen.  (Plus, I doubt I know how to spell "liderhosen".

But I must say Molly and Mick have had an enjoyable time, with and (these last two days) without our daughter attempting to act like she doesn't know us.

Today, while the sullen teen slept in with her Danish friend after a very late evening doing "stuff" on the town (I don't think we really want to know), her bumpkin parents took a final tour around the city, enjoying the art, the food, the ambiance and some startlingly pleasant weather.

Mistress did have time to contemplate resuming her search for the perfect "part time dom".  This guy seems to fit the part, and has a very hard cock. But I doubt he could get a passport to visit River City.

We also saw a painting that reminded us of the events back in the fall at the UCTMW World HQ, on what became known as homecoming weekend (or for that matter any weekend with Suzanne over at All Mine.  You can tell who that is int he middle!

And while we didn't have time to do any lingerie shopping, we did pass by a few compelling windows.  This one with the ultimate truism.

(And when the little red confection in the window is priced at 800 Euros, Love will have to do.)

We did finally meet up with our daughter at the Apple Store, in an old building with a view of the Paris Opera. It had all the manic energy, and over taxed "genius" staff of our local Apple Store, but with a view and in a foreign language.  Give our daughter credit for finding the pale and getting her laptop computer battery replaced without helicopter parents on hand.  And then, back at our apartment, when it was time for us to start packing up, she elected to go for a walk.

Of course, she got no argument from us. By then it had been almost 24 hours since the sexual frenzy of the prior afternoon.   Within moments after the door slammed behind her, Slave was buried exactly where Slaves belong.  And what followed was some lovely afternoon delight, in the soft fading sun of a Paris winter's day.

You'll hear more from us come Sunday, when reality sets in. But we'll always have Paris!

Medieval Hi-Jinks

Mistress and Slave actually got the day off from the sullen teen today....

Yes, I know, we came all the way across the Atlantic in the dead if winter just to see our beloved daughter who has been studying abroad here since August.  Are we whining after only 5 days?

Well... yes. It seems for about 3 days she was glad to see us, and by the fourth she was playing "I don't know these people", walking so far ahead of us on busy streets that it seemed I had to call on all of the "trade-craft" I'd learned from spy novels to keep a "subject' under surveillance just to keep track of her.

It came to a head yesterday afternoon, when she used a quay at a subway gate exit to get so far ahead of us that we "lost her".  I had considered leaping the gate to stay on target, the way the guy in those Bourne movies would have done.... but .... Nah. She's a big girl who could find her own way home.

Bummer.

Mistress texted that we would meet her back at the apartment.... and that we were in no hurry to get back.

I'm not sure what she expected when we finally caught up with her at our apartment.... was she expecting a lecture?  Instead I congratulated on her evasiveness, and proposed that she consider a career with the CIA.

The good news was that she invited a fellow student from Denmark to come visit for last night and tonight..... indeed, she had to meet her at a nearby subway stop at 11 pm.

Most good parents would insist on coming along.... a foreign city at night, their 18 year old out on the street in a too short dress.

But we had priorities.... and the thought of an empty apartment for at least 30 minutes was too appealing for us.

As soon as the door shut, I was buried between Mistress's legs.... devouring with gusto. and when she was satisfied with my oral attentions, she returned the favor.

"I want to suck my cock now Slave....."

Who was I to say "non".

That devolved into some robust, sweaty and very loud fucking.  But even after Mistress had given her Slave permssion to come, I knew she was still not completely satisfied.

I used my hand to give her one more mega-cum that left her sobbing against me, face wet with tears.

Clearly there had been some serious pent up sexual energy that had to be discharged.  Suddenly though, we heard the door opening.... we had gotten our "work" done just in time!

But I'm guessing you are wondering.... Mick.... you're in Paris. Where's the art?

Well we have seen a good bit of it.... at the Louve, then yesterday at Varsailles.

And we did see a few pieces that reminded us of some of our blog friends.  This first one, is something that Sin and her Big Bad Dom would appreciate.... with this guy in the house, who needs clamps or clothespins.

I know, you'd like a close-up, wouldn't you?

Youch.

Another painting reminded me of the folks over at All Mine.... particular Tammy, in the corner, hands bound.  Could the subject of this drawing have a CB under that loin cloth?

We'll be sure to keep our eyes open for more art that our readers would be interested in before we head home on Saturday.

Seating for two?

In yesterday's post, Mick gave you a glimpse of an interesting French chair on display at an "Erotic Museum" near the Moulin Rouge. 

It looked liked this:
 

Rather than walking the streets of Paris, I used the search option on my laptop and was able to find a few somewhat comparable items available at Amazon.com.

Now I'll admit that these don't have the fancy fabric and cute little bow back rest, and you would need to arrange for your own slave, sub, or kinky friend to provide the stimulus, but I would rather have human than mechanization anyway, wouldn't you?

  Pipedreams Fetish Fantasy The Incredible Sex Stool with Free Love Mask

The Fetish Fantasy Sex Stool is designed to play hard--it holds up to 300 lbs. and is constructed with a heavy duty tubular steel frame. The opening in the seat's center allows you to get closer and go deeper than ever before, for maximum penetration and maximum pleasure! Best of all, it's discreet enough to pass as a normal chair or stool in your bedroom. 

You know, I can't imagine that a 300 pound person would look at that and think it looks comfortable. And frankly, I don't think I want to be under there when a 300 pound person takes a seat. I also am a tad suspicious as to whether this would pass as a "normal chair" in my bedroom. I think, perhaps, a perceptive person might guess that the tubular steel pieces with a cutout seat of of TPU, thermoplastic polyurethane, is not part of my bedroom suite.

That being said, The Incredible Sex Stool with Free Love Mask gets some very nice reviews, like this one, "This stool is a must have for any couple. all kinds of new positions to explore." And there is a review that offers these words of wisdom, " Be sober the first time you use it." I really wish there had been more explanation about what happened with that couple, but there wasn't.

Oh, and I never did figure out why there is a Love Mask included, nor which position is suppose to wear it. There may be an explanation included in the packaging, I don't know.

Now, if we really want to measure up with the French on this situation, we may need to consider the next step in price and size. And so, may I present, drum-roll, please,...

The Mr-S-Leather Deluxe Rimming Seat with 18" & 12" Legs  

Product Features

·       1" steel pipes, covered in black rubber, are torqued into chrome-plated iron fittings for a strong, solid frame.

·       Unsurpassed in anal, oral and genital gratification!

·       Can accommodate up to 266 lbs.

While a tad pricey, and somewhat visually reminiscent of something my grandmother kept next to her bed in her advancing years, it does have an outstanding five star review titled Ass Eater at Amazon. Here is just a bit of that five star review: "I am not sure if it is the chair or his great tongue work, but I know that I was in heaven for hours. The greatest feeling I think I ever had. Hope to get mine soon, it was just too good to explain."

It does sound as though the reviewer was well pleased with the Mr-S-Leather Deluxe Rimming Seat. Although I guess the relationship didn't continue because I can't imagine a couple needing more than one of these, unless, as suggested with the previous item, they are passing them off as a pair of "normal chairs" in a seating group in the master bedroom.

The weight capacity on this seat is a little less than the Pipedreams Sex Stool, and I must admit to a rather perverse interest in what kind of testing was necessary to learn that the maximum weight load the seat will accommodate is 266 pounds and not 267. Was anyone, seated or serving, hurt during the testing of this product?

I think either of these seats could be very nice indeed, both practical and useful in households like ours. While I will admit to being a bit disappointed to notice that the Free Super Saver Shipping isn't available on these products, I am glad to know they are readily available to those with computer access. Plus, I really didn't care for the material on the French seat!

I shop at Amazon all the time. If while I am ordering cat food and coffee, I see that either of these seats is on sale, I'll be sure to let you know.


Donna