HNT / Long Day in the Cage

Not much to report here from UCTMW World HQ.  Mistress has been out of town since last night. Slave has been working his ass off while she is away. And because I had a potentially "hazardous" politial event to go to tonight, Mistress made sure I had my cage on through the day.... and it was a long one.

"Better you be safe than me be sorry, Slave...."

"Yes, Mistress", was all I could say, and I texted her a photo with the cage in place this morning before I headed to work.

Now I'm finally home, preparing for another long work day tomorrow. Mistress is dining with an old friend on the road.  I'm surely looking forward to seeing her hack here in the World HQ tomorrow evening. And we have dinner out with J planned for Saturday evening.... so things to look forward to.

In the meantime, at least I can reflect on how life was at our Mountain hideaway just a few days ago....

Dispatch from Our Western Correspondent

There's nothing much worse than the first day back from a wonderful vacation.


Both Mistress and Slave were up and out early today, both headed for challenging days, and trying on the fly to adjust to the two hour time shift. 


No, my friends, there was no wake-up sex here today..... just some worship as Mistress read the blog. 


(To be fair, I should note that Mistress got some opportunities for sexual release last night at J's house before she drove her car home.... "I think he missed me Slave, he really had a hard time letting me go....")


And tonight....Slave came up, mowed the grass and worked on mundane matters while filling my head with the rantings on MSNBC.....  I'm wondering if all those Santorum kids are pleased that Daddy will now have more time to hang out with them at home.


As for Mistress, she  is over at J's house this evening.  It had been more than a week since there was sufficient time for a full blown evening together for them. Pent up needs must be dealt with, and I reassured Mistress when she phoned me on the way to his "love shack" that her Slave was fine with their shenanigans and would be patiently waiting for her here at home upon her return. 


So, sadly there is little to report to amuse our followers from me, this evening.


But fortunately, as I was massaging my tax returns with a glass of Syrah, with the not so dulcet tones of Rachel Maddow screeching in the background, a dispatch from our long lost Western Correspondent came across the wires.  


It's been a while since we've heard from the WC on these pages, other than in the comments section. Not that his "Tutorials" don't still pad out page views here at UCTMW. I was a little afraid he had taken his rolodex of incredible and punctuation missing keyboard to a competing media empire .  So without further adieu (and only a few commas and quotation marks inserted) here is the latest from the UCTMW Mountain Zone HQ:

Had a blog worthy experience today

My friend Suzanne came over to meet my personal trainer Tim,  because he has some legal troubles

I sat in on the meeting and watched her extract a retainer in cash from him as he rambled on and on  She said she doubled the retainer  because he talked so much:)  Hazard of being a lawyer

While he was looking for some papers she informed me that she had removed her bra and panties in court that afternoon because her bra straps were showing

Don't really know why the panties had too go to but ... Oh well

So Suzanne came up to our office and sat down and started getting all flirty

She announced that she had just had a Brazilian wax. and they ever waxed her asshole

“Want to see it?”, she asked

Guess the answer....

She bent over and spread her ass wide open

Then she told us that she had started a sex toy business.   where she had parties and sold sex toys to ladies

She then proceeded to bend over the computer and show us all the different vibrators she sold

I lifted up her dress and she was soaking wet

Was very cool

Both Scott and I put her over our knees for a spanking

But that is as far as it went

She said she was going home to use her Hitachi and something called the bender, which she told us feels great in her pussy

Suzanne, my friend Suzanne is a sister in soul with you!!!

The always aroused,

WC

Lawyers in Love

Thanks, WC.  Your little story needs a sound track, and this might be a good choice.

Back.....

Mistress and Slave made it back to River  City after a long travel day and a bit of a delay at DFW.  Our first stop once home was to pick up Mistress's car at J's house, where it was cruelly reminding him of her all week in the drive of his "love shack".  I must say it is a cute place, but I did not get the tour. I dutifully headed home to give the two of them a little "private time" before Mistress came back to join me at the UCTMW World HQ.  They have a more extended rendezvous planned for tomorrow evening, before Mistress hits the road for two nights away later this week on business.....

Vacations are lovely, but there is always hell to pay at work for the time off. And,  in this case, there is also an an FWB to tend to, who no doubt has been missing Mistress during our travels, just as I know Mistress has been missing the way he deploys his particular skills on her pliant body.

It's late here, and I also have an early wake-up call tomorrow morning.  So maybe a brief summary of how Slave exercised his Switch privileges Sunday afternoon, as I wait Mistress's return from J's arms?

As you saw from the teaser photo, I did not want to deprive Mistress of her sun time Sunday afternoon when we came down from the Ski Mountain.... so why not mix in a little of the great outdoors with a bit of bondage and discipline.

Mistress's only complaint as I bound her hand and foot to the chaise she had been parked on for an hour or so was that I not lose her book mark on her kindle.  That taken care of, she did her part as the languishing damsel,   barely complaining as I deployed the riding crop she had taken to me that morning to give her ass an even redder glow than the high desert sun had produced.  Those pink marks are  fetching, aren't they?

Once she squirmed and twitched a bit, it was time to mix some pleasure in with the pain. And as you can see, her power tool was all revved up and ready to go.  I slid it under her thighs, the ropes binding her ankles restricting her ability to get full purchase on the churning bulb, making her dependent in her "Master" for the moment to slide the compelling device to and fro where she likes it.

It was impressive to feel that rosy ass as she writhed against the Hitachi, her muscles so tight as her arousal amped up to overload. Within three minutes, she was begging me for permission to come, without me having to remind her of the rules in advance!  What a well trained Mistress!

After she moaned and gyrated to a primo cum, flexing her legs against her bonds, I decided to let her languish a bit.

"Rest up a while before your next 'treatment' Mistress..... I know you could use a nap."

She didn't argue with me as I applied a nice coat of number 8 to her legs, back and ass, making sure my fingers found each and every seductive cravass.  I didn't want her to return to J all sunburned, did I?

After that, I sat in a nearby chair, reading a book. At first I don't think she believed I was imposing a compulsory R & R time as part of her Switch Day, but soon she got with the program. I could tell from her breathing that she dozed off.

It wasn't until about 30 minutes later that a high cloud covered the sun for a few moments, chilling the air, and waking her with a soft moan.

"I actually went to sleep, Slave....."

"So you did..... "

"Don't you want to take me inside and fuck me now..... the sun's gone....."

You can tell her priorities can't you? ..... even fucking takes second bill to some early spring tanning time.

"Not until that second "treatment" Mistress....."

I picked up the Hitachi, thumbed it on, and settling down next to her on the chaise, slid it home one more time.

This time, withing no more than 40 seconds, she was climaxing fore me again.

"Wow, Mistress, what was that?"

"I think you just had me so tuned up Slave.... I just couldn't help myself."

Is that what we call a sensitive trigger or what?

Double Switch

An old wily baseball manager knows how to organize a "double switch" in the late innings to put some punch in the line up or shore up his defense. Well here on the last day of our southwestern holiday, Mistress and slave had their own Easter Sunday "double switch". Maybe it was because we knew that our time for such endeavors was in the late innings, in a way, with a very busy week ahead back at our respective offices.

Mistress threw a change-up at me this morning. After she  read the blog as I  worshiped her clean shaven folds with  suitable diligence, she had an order that took me by surprise.

"Go get me the riding crop Slave..... it's past  time you got your due."

"But it's Switch Day, Mistress!"

"You can do your switch after we go skiing..... "

I did not feel that it was appropriate to debate the point. You know, pull out the contract and find the paragraph that was applicable. Don't think that would have gone over well. So I was an obedient Slave, fetched the crop and, at her direction, assumed my position on our bed. Ass up.

She gave me a good lashing, reminding me of my impertinence the other evening when I suggested she immediately went off to masturbate after receiving  that facebook message from the local God of mountain climbing. But I have a feeling my sudden Easter morning punishment was more about my failure to deliver a suitable  basket for her, stocked with Peeps and Reese's peanut butter cups. I guess I was just too lazy to make the 10 mile trek into town to collect suitable tribute. 

My bad.

Fortunately, she was light with the crop - maybe only ten or twelve stinging lashes that had me crying out for mercy.  Quite frankly this slave is not quite as enthusiastic about pain as some of you out there, or this Penitente dude associated with our "neighbors" at the Morada down the nearby lane.

Now that guy can get some air!

After she had meted out her punishment, Mistress instructed me to "insert your device, Slave".... the aneros I had made sure to pack.  And then she proceeded to tease and taunt her cock with her fingers and lips until her Slave was begging for the privilege to fuck her. 

Of course, Mistress had her own plans.

"I think it's time for me to ride my cock for a while Slave...."

And so she did, to a few of her own rather impressive cums, before she deigned it was time to roll over and let her Slave have his own pleasure.  Fortunately, when I begged for permission, she was generous.

We had gotten up early here, and so there was time to loll around a bit out on our patio, read and eat a leisurely breakfast,  before heading up the mountain for the final runs of the season. 

It was a glorious day on the slopes, and the last day always brings out the crazies here - skiers in capes, tu-tus, or Darth Vader masks.  But we were just happy to enjoy the sun and the softening snow. We took a coffee break after about 6 runs, sitting on a sunny deck. Mistress spent some of the time talking to J, who was in a long car ride Sunday.  They were making plans to get together when we get back..... In fact. we'll be picking up Mistress's car at J's house tomorrow night on our way home from the airport. I wonder if I'll get a tour of his "love shack"?

By around 2 pm the snow was getting all the slushier, so we decided to call it a season. Mistress was anxious to enjoy a final afternoon of sun on our patio, and who was I to debate the point?

After we stowed away the ski gear for another year, I drove down to the local organic ice cream shop to make amends for the missing Easter basket, returning with a cup filled with  two scoops for Mistress: Holsteen Sunset and Cherry Ristra.  When I got back, she was chatting with  J on the phone, and Slave was happy to hear her praise my attentive delivery of her belated Easter confection.

Now I know I mentioned a double switch earlier in the blog. But it's getting a little late here, and we need to get up early for our trek to ABQ.  I will finish the tale tomorrow, probably from  the airport.   But here is a little tease for you: