Slave rolled over in bed this morning, with Mistress's arm draped around me. It was time to get up if I wanted to compose a proper blog.....
"Maybe I'll skip the bog this morning, Mistress.... too tired, and too cozy in here...."
"Fine by me, Slave....."
As it turned out, the extra time in bed was well spent.
It gave me more time to graze at the delta of Mistress's luscious thighs.
It gave me more time to take my pleasure from her slowly and passionately, making sure she had a bonus cum or two before I begged for my own permission.
And it even gave us both more time to loll in bed, reading the paper and catching up with the enws of the day before we hit the shower.
And since Slave has to be up and out very early tomorrow to visit our nation's capitol, well might as well enjoy a little extra time in bed with Mistress when the opportunity presents itself, right?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Pleasure Deferred, but not Denied.
While J slept in a little later, Mistress had joined me in that short, sexy, silky cream colored robe on our living room couch, reading the morning papers. Her legs spread a bit allowing me to gaze longingly upon those clean shaven folds, and even fondle them a tad.
Truth be told, I was longing to partake of them, press my face and nose there to taste the mingled aromas nesting there. But we were in a bit of "Ms. Manners'" no man's land.
"Is it polite to have sex with your wife while her lover is still here, upstairs lingering in bed?"
"I'm not sure Slave..... I mean what if he woke up and wandered in while we were making love.... "
"I agree that could be a little 'awkward', as the teens would say...."
Well, maybe we'll get there someday.... but not yesterday. And I do think Mistress enjoys making her Slave squirm a bit too.
Instead, I everted to my "field slave" persona, and went outside to do some pent up yard work, while Mistress went back up stairs to "wake up" J. About 40 minutes later he came out in the yard, at Mistress's direction, to fetch me for breakfast.
It was a leisurely meal, sitting around our sun drenched table. Mistress had whipped up some scrambled eggs with goat cheese, impressing her lover with her domestic skills, no doubt.
"I didn't know you cooked, Molly", he noted, in awe.
Slave snickered to himself at that one.
And Slave was happy to make J some coffee to go with it. Afterwords, I adjourned to the back forty, literally "clearing brush".
"I will leave you two to your own devices....."
About an hour later I came back in, as J was preparing to leave for a round of golf with some friends. Mistress was still in that revealing robe, though I did notice that one of her lovely breasts was lurching out at an amusing angle when I came upstairs to strip out of my now sweaty "field slave" attire.
Not long after, Mistress escorted J to the door.... then returned to the arms of her now rather horny and sweaty Slave.
"Since you're so sweaty already Slave, maybe we should go for that bike ride before we fuck?"
"Your wish is my command, Mistress."
It was a beautiful day here, so the bike ride made perfect sense, particularly before it got any hotter.
And afterwords.... well it was with great pleasure that Slave was able to nosh on Mistress's clean shaven folds, with all those flavors mingled together for a perfect storm Sunday sundae of delight.
Once she had shuddered her way to a series of cums courtesy of my lips and tongue, she teased and tormented her cock with those crafty fingers, until I was desperate to fuck her.... I mean it had been since Saturday afternoon!!!!
Fortunately, she was not too tuckered out from her night (and morning) with J.
"Of course you can fuck me now, Slave."
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Dinner Out With the Three of Us
Here at the UCTMW World HQ we got our heads back on the ground today. Though Mistress had a breakfast meeting with her Boss, a little earlier than she would have preferred, we did have the opportunity for some slow and deliberate wake up sex. After two days off that schedule, it was quite a relief to get back into a proper groove.
After that, Mistress was off to her breakfast meeting and Slave was taking his cute grandsons on a little outing. I made sure to pick up a little treat for Mistress while I was out, to make amends for my Easter Sunday negligence.
Yucky, I know. But she clearly has a soft spot for these suckers, which I think have a half life of about 30 years.
Later we both went to our gym for a little early afternoon workout, before reconvening in the Executive Suite. After a much needed nap - there's been a serious sleep deficiency this week - Mistress and Slave had round two of the day. Again, nothing flashy, just some nice worship of those clean shaven folds, followed by Slave getting permission to fuck his loving Mistress to his heart's content.
By then it was almost time for Mistress's lover J to show here for our dinner out. But, quite cleverly I might add, Mistress arranged for J to show here more than two hours before it was time to leave for dinner.
Do you think she had something in mind?
While I was getting dressed to welcome our guest. Mistress seemed in no rush, sliding a short, silky, cream colored robe over her lush nakedness.
"Does this make me a slut, Slave?"
Who was I to suggest that.
"Of course not Mistress..... just a very welcoming Hostess."
As it turned out, Slave had several days worth of the NY Times to catch up with, and a few household chores to handle as Mistress entertained J upstairs in the time before we headed off to dinner.
We had selected a favorite spot of ours in a City neighborhood, and a place J had never been before. The joint was hopping with a trendy crowd, and we saw some friends we chatted with as we waited for our table. While I think there could have been some initial discomfort at the thought of this three way "date night", it turned out quite nicely. Mistress noted a mutual acquaintance ( a woman who's husband died a year or two ago) out with another couple, and said, "who knows, maybe there's an interesting dynamic there too!"
Somehow I didn't think so.
While most of our conversation was typical dinner table story telling, at some point Mistress asked the open ended question --- "well, is this a little strange, or what?"
And I suspect that J is still wrapping his head around it. But I tried to put him at ease with a sports analogy.
"Not at all..... think of me as the starting pitcher..... but a good starter always needs a relief pitcher.... a closer.... to step in for him."
Jay understood the concept.
"Right, when that pitch count gets up.... well.... you don't want to wear out that 'arm'".
Mistress teased J about a statement she claims he made a few weeks back --- that, according to her, he suggested he could probably only meet her demanding standards "a couple times a week". He said it was really "a few", certainly more than twice a week. But regardless, we understood his POV. He's like the starting pitcher with the overpowering fast ball, who needs some time between starts to get his "arm" back together.
On the other hand, Slave is conditioned more like that old knuckleballer, Joe Niekro. Maybe he did not have much "stuff" on the ball, but he could be on the mound most every night, into his late 40's.
And it seems Mistress is enjoying the varierty of styles from her "bullpen".
When we got home, at around 11 pm, we were all ready for bed.
Mistress had made it clear at dinner what the sleeping arrangements would be.
"You'll be sleeping with me, J, in the (sullen teen's) room," which is down the hall from the "Executive Suite"
And while J offerred to sleep solo downstairs, she would hear nothing of it.
Mistress did her bed time face washing rituals, back in that short robe, then kissed her Slave goodnight. As always, she took my "temperature", making sure her Slave was comfortable with the concept.
"Of course, Mistress....."
I was the first riser this morning. Mistress must have heard me up, making coffee, and drifted down the stairs, completely naked, to give me a kiss.
"Hope we didn't wake you, Slave....", then she headed back to bed with J.
Come to think of it, there were some ambient moaning sounds emerging from their room at around 6 am or so. I suspect I'll hear about it later.
After that, Mistress was off to her breakfast meeting and Slave was taking his cute grandsons on a little outing. I made sure to pick up a little treat for Mistress while I was out, to make amends for my Easter Sunday negligence.
Later we both went to our gym for a little early afternoon workout, before reconvening in the Executive Suite. After a much needed nap - there's been a serious sleep deficiency this week - Mistress and Slave had round two of the day. Again, nothing flashy, just some nice worship of those clean shaven folds, followed by Slave getting permission to fuck his loving Mistress to his heart's content.
By then it was almost time for Mistress's lover J to show here for our dinner out. But, quite cleverly I might add, Mistress arranged for J to show here more than two hours before it was time to leave for dinner.
Do you think she had something in mind?
While I was getting dressed to welcome our guest. Mistress seemed in no rush, sliding a short, silky, cream colored robe over her lush nakedness.
"Does this make me a slut, Slave?"
Who was I to suggest that.
"Of course not Mistress..... just a very welcoming Hostess."
As it turned out, Slave had several days worth of the NY Times to catch up with, and a few household chores to handle as Mistress entertained J upstairs in the time before we headed off to dinner.
We had selected a favorite spot of ours in a City neighborhood, and a place J had never been before. The joint was hopping with a trendy crowd, and we saw some friends we chatted with as we waited for our table. While I think there could have been some initial discomfort at the thought of this three way "date night", it turned out quite nicely. Mistress noted a mutual acquaintance ( a woman who's husband died a year or two ago) out with another couple, and said, "who knows, maybe there's an interesting dynamic there too!"
Somehow I didn't think so.
While most of our conversation was typical dinner table story telling, at some point Mistress asked the open ended question --- "well, is this a little strange, or what?"
And I suspect that J is still wrapping his head around it. But I tried to put him at ease with a sports analogy.
"Not at all..... think of me as the starting pitcher..... but a good starter always needs a relief pitcher.... a closer.... to step in for him."
Jay understood the concept.
"Right, when that pitch count gets up.... well.... you don't want to wear out that 'arm'".
Mistress teased J about a statement she claims he made a few weeks back --- that, according to her, he suggested he could probably only meet her demanding standards "a couple times a week". He said it was really "a few", certainly more than twice a week. But regardless, we understood his POV. He's like the starting pitcher with the overpowering fast ball, who needs some time between starts to get his "arm" back together.
On the other hand, Slave is conditioned more like that old knuckleballer, Joe Niekro. Maybe he did not have much "stuff" on the ball, but he could be on the mound most every night, into his late 40's.
And it seems Mistress is enjoying the varierty of styles from her "bullpen".
When we got home, at around 11 pm, we were all ready for bed.
Mistress had made it clear at dinner what the sleeping arrangements would be.
"You'll be sleeping with me, J, in the (sullen teen's) room," which is down the hall from the "Executive Suite"
And while J offerred to sleep solo downstairs, she would hear nothing of it.
Mistress did her bed time face washing rituals, back in that short robe, then kissed her Slave goodnight. As always, she took my "temperature", making sure her Slave was comfortable with the concept.
"Of course, Mistress....."
I was the first riser this morning. Mistress must have heard me up, making coffee, and drifted down the stairs, completely naked, to give me a kiss.
"Hope we didn't wake you, Slave....", then she headed back to bed with J.
Come to think of it, there were some ambient moaning sounds emerging from their room at around 6 am or so. I suspect I'll hear about it later.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Tutorial On Oral Pleasuring from Our Senior Correspondent
Hell week is finally over here at the UCTMW World HQ. Mistress got home from her two night business trip yesterday afternoon, and Slave ended a marathon of performance art for my own job. Both of us were too burned out last night to undertake the bike ride we had planned. But there was plenty of R & R & S. We had some catching up to do!
Tonight we're looking forward to dinner at a favorite local restaurant with J. What the "sleeping" arrangements are after dinner is done is anyone's guess!
Thankfully, Donna was kind enough to pass on this contribution while Slave catches his breath!
Isn't
it great when you come across something that really strikes you as funny? That
happened when I came across this little saying the other day.
It
made me think of subs I know, both male and female. Our bad mouths may irritate
our Dommes/Doms and put us in the position of being disciplined, but those same
mouths deliver great treats for our Mistresses and Masters. In thinking of
recent experiences of Mick, tammy and me, we have all three received
significant spankings or croppings for using our mouths in a manner not so
pleasing to our Dommes/Doms.
Molly
used a crop on Mick just this past weekend for making some remarks in front of
friends that she thought were ill-advised. tammy has received the old-fashioned
wooden spoon treatment from Suzanne to help her remember her Ps and Qs, and at
my last offense for inappropriate language, I was the recipient of a bare
handed spanking, followed by swats with a crop.
On the other hand, certainly those who read UCTMW regularly are familiar with Mick's talented tongue and lips that are always ready to bring Mistress Molly to throbbing orgasms at any time and any location. Making use of every room in their house, both of their office buildings and every stop on cross-country trips, Mick is always turned on and ready to use his mouth to make Molly twist and shout.
That being said, I think tammy, over at All Mine, would get the award for dedication to service by using one's mouth in a positive and loving way. she is absolutely dedicated to doing a marvelous job of licking and sucking her Domme Suzanne, bringing her to orgasm again and again, using her considerable talents on Suzanne's clit, vulva and vagina as well as her rosette. tammy also fluffs Jay, he of Trophy Cock fame and the third person of their Loving Triad. And after the Trophy Cock has been fluffed, and Jay and Suzanne have made passionate love and the TC has released its seed in Suzanne, tammy consumes the evidence of the love shared among the three of them and cleans both Jay and Suzanne with her tongue, lips and mouth.
In my case, Bill is quite pleased with my oral talents. Granted, he sent me to LaDomaine for training for that particular skill, so it would be a disappointment to be found lacking, but there have been no complaints. I have several different styles of blow jobs, but the most common for us lately has been the planned, relaxed variety. This involves beginning with a warm washcloth that I use to slowly and provocatively wash Bill's groin. Over and under, around and around, up and down, going slowly and gently. The washcloth drops away and I blow softly all over the area, working my way to his balls. I gently suck one ball into my mouth, rubbing my tongue back and forth, incrementally increasing pressure as I continue. Then slowly pulling back my head, I reluctantly allow the ball to drop from my lips. Sucking the other ball into my mouth, it receives the same treatment.
The time is then right to lick my way with long, moist licks all the way up to the tip of the penis. That special area just under the head that corresponds to the female clitoris gets the same sort of attention I like to receive on my clit, the tonguing, gentle nibbling, pressure and suction. When the drops of pre-cum are running down from the head of the penis onto my lips or cheek, I lean up and hold my mouth open surrounding the head of the penis, letting my warm breath increase anticipation, and then quickly lean forward to take as much into my mouth as I can. With constant suction, I begin a rhythm of going straight down as far as I am comfortable, and letting the tongue add just a touch of a twist on the uptake, just as you would with your hand. After his breathing patterns change up, the time has come to relax the throat as much as possible to take even more in. From that point there are variations I employ, but having started with careful attention to detail, the end result is always explosively wonderful.
So as one among many with a bad mouth doing great things, I find that little sign to be very true!
Hugs,
Donna
On the other hand, certainly those who read UCTMW regularly are familiar with Mick's talented tongue and lips that are always ready to bring Mistress Molly to throbbing orgasms at any time and any location. Making use of every room in their house, both of their office buildings and every stop on cross-country trips, Mick is always turned on and ready to use his mouth to make Molly twist and shout.
That being said, I think tammy, over at All Mine, would get the award for dedication to service by using one's mouth in a positive and loving way. she is absolutely dedicated to doing a marvelous job of licking and sucking her Domme Suzanne, bringing her to orgasm again and again, using her considerable talents on Suzanne's clit, vulva and vagina as well as her rosette. tammy also fluffs Jay, he of Trophy Cock fame and the third person of their Loving Triad. And after the Trophy Cock has been fluffed, and Jay and Suzanne have made passionate love and the TC has released its seed in Suzanne, tammy consumes the evidence of the love shared among the three of them and cleans both Jay and Suzanne with her tongue, lips and mouth.
In my case, Bill is quite pleased with my oral talents. Granted, he sent me to LaDomaine for training for that particular skill, so it would be a disappointment to be found lacking, but there have been no complaints. I have several different styles of blow jobs, but the most common for us lately has been the planned, relaxed variety. This involves beginning with a warm washcloth that I use to slowly and provocatively wash Bill's groin. Over and under, around and around, up and down, going slowly and gently. The washcloth drops away and I blow softly all over the area, working my way to his balls. I gently suck one ball into my mouth, rubbing my tongue back and forth, incrementally increasing pressure as I continue. Then slowly pulling back my head, I reluctantly allow the ball to drop from my lips. Sucking the other ball into my mouth, it receives the same treatment.
The time is then right to lick my way with long, moist licks all the way up to the tip of the penis. That special area just under the head that corresponds to the female clitoris gets the same sort of attention I like to receive on my clit, the tonguing, gentle nibbling, pressure and suction. When the drops of pre-cum are running down from the head of the penis onto my lips or cheek, I lean up and hold my mouth open surrounding the head of the penis, letting my warm breath increase anticipation, and then quickly lean forward to take as much into my mouth as I can. With constant suction, I begin a rhythm of going straight down as far as I am comfortable, and letting the tongue add just a touch of a twist on the uptake, just as you would with your hand. After his breathing patterns change up, the time has come to relax the throat as much as possible to take even more in. From that point there are variations I employ, but having started with careful attention to detail, the end result is always explosively wonderful.
So as one among many with a bad mouth doing great things, I find that little sign to be very true!
Hugs,
Donna
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