HNT / Her Inbox Runneth Over

For those of you who were concerned about poor Mick's long, wrenching, nearly 40 hours of abstinence, that problem resolved itself around 8 pm last night, and quite nicely I might add. Mistress compounded my desperation by instructing me to insert my "device" (the aneros), which took old Mr. work-a-day cock to Dev Con 4 in no time. But I made sure to worship those clean shaven folds first before humbly asking for permission to fuck her.

But today's blog is not about that (or the hot early morning sex we had already today .... still adjusting to Euro-time I suppose), but about the rather impressive results that hot little picture to your right had on Mistress's Ashley Madison in-box yesterday.

AS you my recall, Mistress had listed herself on AM several weeks ago in her ongoing attempt to recruit that perfect part-time Dom / Cuckold collaborator that has so far eluded us here at UCTMW. (See the original posting to the right among our "most popular" blogs.) Maybe we just have "All Mine" envy, but the search has been a little frustrating.

Anyway, back to AM.

Mistress's original post was sans photo. And although a few emails and "admirers" popped up over the last few weeks - including one or two worth investigating further, the pickings had been relatively slim.

"Too many short guys, Slave....and guys who can't spell....."

I had suggested posting a discrete but alluring photo as a little extra "honey", and while Mistress was away she gave me to go ahead.

So I posted the photo above and .... Cowabunga....

Mistress first noticed the "hot legs" effect yesterday afternoon, as a colleague drove her car back from our flat state capitol, and texted me.

"It's stunning, Slave.... they just keep coming."

I flipped open my lap top to confirm.

"No, you're stunning, Mistress... you need a full time social secretary to vet these for you."

"That's your job, Slave...."

So... last night, after the hot reunion sex, as Mistress lay by my side, I helped her cull the maddened herd.  By then there were about 350 messages in her in-box. Some were these lame "You have an admirer", solicitations for a response. Some offered "keys" to their private photo array. Lots of naked, muscular torsos to be seen. Rock solid Abs must be popular with the AM crowd.

Others were more personal messages, some with a little substance... other's with the rather uninviting "want to chat".  They came from as far as London (England, not Ky.) and Park City, Utah. But most were in our neck of the woods .... give or take an hour or two.

Mistress applied some crude screens.... no one under 5'10'' ... no one with cock shots in their "private portfolio". No Tea Partiers.  And please, no photos with your wife or significant other.

But even then, the task was rather overwhelming. She updated the profile to make it clear what her selection criteria were .... the minimum height.... well educated and read... she's not here to be your therapist. And please, no Tea Partiers.

We wonder if that will slow the flow.

The most interesting thing to watch was how Mistress screened folks based on photos. It was hard for me to tell what she considered to be "attractive" or "ugh".  But a lot of folks did not make her "cut" based on physical appearance.

"Am I too superficial, Slave?"

"No... you know what works, and what doesn't. But I do have a concern.... if my face popped up.... the oldish guy with no hair on top... would on end up in the dust bin at AM?"

"Of course not Slave.... you're still very handsome...."

She gave me a little kiss, to confirm her ongoing affection. 

More on all this later, dear readers.  I have some deleting to do over in Mistress's overflowing in-box.

Home Alone

Poor Mick.  All alone here at the UCTMW World HQ last night, as Mistress was off on a short business trip in our ever so flat state capitol. 

Of course, Mistress took suitable security measures.  Yesterday morning, before some particualrly early wake-up sex, she made sure I slid the hard steel ring of my cage over my cock and balls, ready for the cage lid to be locked on tight through the day.

"I like the extra had cock I get with that ring on Slave.... just a little bonus for me before I close the lock tight."

(Of course, it's a bonus for me too.... my cum (with permission of course) always is a little harder to get to and oh so more dramatic when it arrives with that steel ring clinging tight at the base of my "package".)

So with Mistress's "work-a-day" cock all secured away, we were both off to work. Me to my normal drudgery and she up the highway.

From time to time we would text or talk, of course. And she'd have a little fun with my status for the day.

"How's the cage, Slave?"

"Tight, Mistress."

So while she dined with an acquaintance last night, her Slave had dinner with my daughter and  two cute grandsons. When I got home, I did get a call from Mistress, who was in a merciful mood.

"Slave, would you like to remove your cage now?"

Uhhh, yeah.

She directed me to the hiding place for the little key, and listened to me as I sighed with satisfaction as I worked it off those sad, shriveled parts. 

She had a grateful Slave on her hands.

But not one who would abuse his freedom.  I am well accustomed now to the "no touching" rules here at the UCTMW World HQ.  I don't need a cage to enforce that regime.

Why not save all that pent-up sexual demand for Mistress when we are reunited later today?

I'm already fixated on the idea of the upcoming worship session this evening.....

Yum.

The Mistress

(Wherein the UCTMW media empire makes it's play for a Bl-Oscar)

THE END

(Roll Credits. Collect Awards. After Party!)

Back at It....

It was good planning that Mistress and Slave left themselves a full day to adjust to the time shift before heading back to work here in River City.  We spent the day yesterday doing very little of consequence - a morning trip to the gym, a walk in the chilly sunshine, time catching up with the news, and visiting with our respective mothers.

But there was some residual pent up sexual demand to deal with.  Yes, there had been that very early morning encounter when we both woke up at about 9 am Paris time ( 3 am here). But after Mistress read the blog, accompanied by some worshipful oral devotions, her work-a-day cock was more than ready for a second round of morning sex.  We took it slow, and made sure that all the kinks were worked out before Slave requested permission to come. 

Fortunately, she was in an indulgent mood.

We also had some time to reflect on our trip. While dealing with the sullen teen had been trying at times - she clearly was not in the mood for us to treat her as "our little girl" - it was a once in a life time chance to spend a full week in one of the World's greatest cities.  Maybe next time (if there is one) we can ditch the kids and spend a little more time exploring the sensual side of Paris.... though there were a few hints we were able to capture in pixils.  I mean, where else can you find naked cock fighting?

Or perfume ads with a bondage theme?
Or even memorial stones with a kink for the twisted among us?  No, the next time we will definitely need to search more of this out.   Now, I think it's time for me to head back up to the Executive Suite to make sure Mistress has a little extra time to kick off our return to the offices in fitting UCTMW style.