Weekend Planning

Mistress and Slave are readjusting their schedules these days to accommodate the addition of an additional cock for Mistress to cavort with.  And since she has a busy work day, it isn't always easy.

I left all of you hanging a bit in yesterday's post..... yes, Mistress and J headed up to the Executive Suite as I was cleaning up the dinner dishes Wednesday evening.  AS they tended to their business, I hunkered down with Rachel Maddow and the rest of the MSNBC lineup, and took care of some work emails.  At some point I may have drifted off on our couch, to be woken at around 11 pm when Mistress and J came drifting downstairs. He was dressed, ready to head home. She was in a short black robe, her full, long dark hair disheveled, and a goofy "well fucked" grin on her face.

After Mistress kissed her new lover goodnight in the doorway, she and I adjourned to the bedroom. Frankly, Slave was a little sleepy, and had no plans to give Mistress a round two. Though I was anxious to feed on those clean shaven folds, if only to satisfy my curiosity about the added flavor to her typically seductive bouquet.

But after I had suckled Mistress to another of what surely was quite a few "Hump Day" cums, she had something else in mind.

I want my cock now, Slave.....

And of course, what Mistress wants is what she gets.

Yesterday, Mistress had an after work meeting not far from J's workplace. So it came as no surprise to me when I heard from her that she was meeting him for a little nosh (no hanky panky she claims), before she came home for dinner with me..... and also some hot sex in the Executive Suite afterwords.

This weekend, Slave has the annual all males in tuxedos event celebrating the guy who drove the snakes from the Emerald Isle. And although I suppose I could invite J to join for for a little male bonding over Guiness and Jamieson, Mistress has other plans for him:  old fashioned Saturday date night.

"He asked if he can take me out to dinner, Slave."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I'd much rather spend the night in bed, maybe eating a little cheese and drinking a little wine when we come up for air...."

"And what was his response?"

"He clearly wasn't going to argue over that plan, Slave."

HNT/ End of Tights Season?

We've had a strange few weather days in River City... sunny, balmy, in the 70's.  Mistress has prematurely abandoned her black tights (with and without apertures) and has gone for the boots and bare legs look, as shown by this peek of her on the way home from work this evening.

She was anxious to get home for a couple of reasons:  to go for an after work bike ride in this glorious weather, and because her new FWB was coming over for dinner.

I do feel a little sorry for J.  It's clear he enjoys Mistress's seductive company.

Who wouldn't? (well Maybe not Mitt or Ricky Santorum....but they are clearly outliers.)

But I am sure he's also confused about a guy who would willingly let his wife cavort in this way.

SO while he actually did show for dinner this evening, I could tell as I prepared dinner and he and Mistress sat on the couch, holding hands and watching Chris Matthews, that he was a little nervous.

Before he arrived, Mistress was prepping her self in a very seductive fashion. short, casual black dress.


And, "No underwear, Slave....is that bad....."

"No, Mistress, that's just an evening home, au natural."

As we cleaned up after the bike ride, Mistress offered to let me worship.

"But wouldn't it be better to let you simmer, Mistress..... I'm wondering if you can get J to overcome his reluctance to take you here at our house, with your devoted husband at home....a little latent horny may give you a little extra incentive...."

As it turned out, we had a nice dinner... some grilled salmon, roasted potatoes and sauteed green beans.   Hopefully a little wine relaxed all of us. And as I cleaned up afterwords, Mistress asked to have a word with me.

"You really don't mind if J and I adjourn to the bedroom, Slave?"

"Go for it Mistress....."

And so they did.

Perfect Night

It was just about a perfect night here at the UCTMW World HQ:

Bike ride in 72 degree weather, under the late evening, daylight savings time sun. Is this really mid March?

At home, Slave delving into those clean shaven folds (for the 2nd time today, btw --- lunch time worship too at Mistress's office conference room).

Mistress then directing her slave to insert his "device" (the aneros) to make sure her cock was well dimensioned for some wet and wholly riding.

After that, a smoked salmon salad, and fixating on the primary results from the redneck Riviera.

Exercise. Sex. Politics.

Can't beat that.

The only cloud on the horizon was news that our Western Correspondent may be abusing his UCTMW expense account again.

Mistress read me a series of disturbing text messages on the drive home.

Apparently Miguel had gone in for a little "grooming".  Imagine the concept of a Brazilian wax meeting the special occasion cock.  And, according to these texts, the SOC got a little "angry" with the provocations of the waxer.

"Then he asked if I wanted to see a picture, Slave."

"And what did you say....."

"I said 'No'.... I already have of those SOC pics that keep reproducing themselves in my Cloud...."

I can vouch for that.... try spending a few hours purging cock shots from an office computer and you can feel my pain.

. Makes me want to re-write that old Rolling Stones song..... "Hey cock, get out of my cloud."

I just don't want to see that wax job ( with an unreasonable tip) show up on the UCTMW Amex card.

Mistress Vigil

Slave's at home tonight, locked in my cage, as I've been this early this morning. I'm catching up on the news, emptying the dishwasher, that sort of thing. (If I had undie washing duties like Tammy over at All Mine, it would be a good evening to catch up on that, but I don't think Mistress really trusts me with her delicate items).

We're adjusting to the some new "facts on the ground" here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Mistress had a date this evening after work, for a "glass of wine" over at J's house. and as she was driving there she gave me a call.

"I'm on my way Slave.... I just got up and left a meeting that was dragging on and on.... just said I had to go...."

"Hmmm.... sounds like one horny Mistress..... has he been teasing you today?"

"He says he's never 'sexted' before Slave.... and he seems to like it."

I could imagine Mistress squirming in that open floor plan office, glancing down at her I-phone as each little smutty message popped up in a little blue bubble.

She described  one of them last night.... him scheming to fuck her from behind, she playing the more than willing  subject.

Shame on you J, driving Mistress crazy with lust this way.

"He left me a voice message, a few minutes ago wondering if 'Mrs. Collins' was on the way."

"Well, I'm sure he's been looking forward to that glass of wine, Mistress"

"I think he is Slave.... how's that cage, by the way?"

"Tight, Mistress.... very tight."

We went over my plans for the evening.... a drink and some dinner with a client.

"Don't get in trouble, Slave....I want to make sure that cage is still in place when I get home tonight."

Of course, there's no problem there.  Mistress put the key who knows where. And, regardless, it's a special thrill to have her unlock me when she gets home. 

I just hope she's got just a little energy left for her Slave to worship those clean shaven, if well used, folds.