Awkward

Before I move on to the meat of today's blog, I want to respond to a comment Suzanne over at All Mine left last night..... Yes, we did have some wake up sex in the Executive Suite yesterday morning.  That's one reason the blog was abbreviated..... I needed to make time not only to edit the darling daughter's senior paper, but also to serve Mistress before she headed out into the brisk morning for a bike ride.

We find that the key to making sure we get our daily quota in is scheduling..... Mistress always tells me what time to wake her up to make sure that there is plenty of time for my morning "devotions".

Prioritizing is the key, all you wannabe Molly and Mick's out there.

And of course it takes attention to the schedule to make sure that Molly gets in some time with her lover J, too.  Yesterday they shared lunch at a local sushi joint while  Slave drove to a neighboring county for some work duties.

And tonight, J will be joining us for dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ, on what will be the last evening of "empty nesting" for a while, with our cute Co-Ed coming home Saturday after a trip with her grandmother and aunt.

As we drove home yesterday, we speculated about the challenges of scheduling time for J and Mistress this summer when both of our daughters will be around before the new school year begins in late August.

"It could be tough, Mistress.... hard to explain who that extra guy sleeping over is...."

"True, Slave.... that might be a little awkward, as the girls like to say....but I suppose we could have him over for dinner if there was no 'hanky-panky'"

"I guess we could just say he's a friend we acquired over the year.... we just need a good cover story...."

If any of you out there have a creative cover story to share with us, please go for it.

And of course there's no reason why Mistress can't have some evenings where a late "meeting" or an over-nite trip can be her explanation why she's not home this summer.

And there was one awkward moment for Slave this week, when I was getting my haircut. My "barber" for the last 20 years or so is a woman maybe a few years younger than me.  A tad frumpy would be one way to describe her. A mom with kids a little older than ours. And as she trimmed my thinning locks Tuesday, with CNN running in the background, we covered the typical range of subjects - the Presidential campaign, our kids' college experiences, the ongoing slow mo ugliness of the John Edwards trial.

Then a story popped up on the news that caught her eye.

"I guess I need to get that Fifty Shades of Grey book.... everybody's talking about it."

Well, I guess I could have just nodded, or expressed a lack of knowledge.  But would that sound like the Mick you know?

"Actually, I read it..... all the buzz got me interested..... pretty lame."

It seemed that her jaw dropped, though at least she didn't nick my ear.

"Oh really..... I hear that some woman gets beat up, and she loves it.... it turns her on? could that be?"

I gave her a quick summary of my review a few blogs back....that it seems written with teenaged girls in mind.... substitute kinky sex for hot vampires and you get the picture.

"And no.... no one gets beat up..... though there is some ritualized spanking that is part of the sex play.... no permanent injuries.."

I guess I could have given her the URL address for UCTMW for a more detailed review, but that might have been a little awkward for her.

 "Hmmmm..... maybe I need to get it.... sounds like good fantasy material....."

See what I mean.

Awkward.

HNT / A Busy Morning

Slave was enlisted to help one of the sullen teens edit her year end paper this morning.  Of course, this is my second and hopefully final run through on this particular project.  Maybe parents should not do this at all? But it's hard to say no, isn't it? 

So in lieu of smut, I am editing sentences and paragraphs it seems I have edited before, though my edits and spelling and grammar "fixes" seem to have been rejected. Arrrrgh.

But I hate to leave our devoted readers bereft of their Molly fix on a Thursday, so here is a particularly fetching shot from the archives!

And another for you stocking fans out there:

Enjoy.

Mistress Gets Home Just in Time

There's nothing like the sight of your oh so sexy Mistress walking in the door at  7 am or so, after a sleepover with her lover. Mistress seemed amazingly refreshed, in a sexy top and well fitted pants, presumably what she had worn to work the day before.  Maybe for some an early AM reappearance in   the prior day's outfit would be described as a "walk of shame", but not at the UCTMW World HQ.

No, it's a badge of honor!

"You look hot, Mistress...."

"Really.... I'm actually pretty tired Slave....."

No doubt. But she pulled it off well.

She came upstairs with me, ready to shower.  But first things first.

"Did you write a blog, Slave?"

"I did...."

She laid back on the bed, now naked, and I handed her the computer.  s she read I set to my morning "devotions".

"How do I taste, Slave?"

"Like you've been having sex, Mistress."

She giggled as she read, and I wasn't sure if it was over my clever writing or the thought of her Slave savoring all those flavors.

After she had finished.... both the reading and the cumming, Slave was, as you might expect, a tad horny.  That was pretty evident from the state of my cock as I lay there next to Mistress.  I knew she was anxious to get in the shower.  The work day called, and she'd probably had more than her fair share of sex in the preceding hours.

While I was mindful of the fact that May is National Masturbation Month (thank you Donna for this cute announcement), I had been scrupulous in following the "no touch without permission rule", not wanting to give Mistress any excuse to deny parole from my cage on these types of occasions. (Whether it pissed off the Pope was not a major consideration).

But could I expect relief before the end of the day?

It was probably presumptious of me, but I had to ask.

"Would you mind if I fuck you, Mistress....."

"Hmmmm.... what time is it Slave?"

I looked at the clock.  It was exactly 7:29 am....

"Alright, then.... you've been a good Slave..... but it will have to be a quickie...."

"That will not be a problem, Mistress...."

I guess I am a pampered house Slave.

Mistress has a "Date" Night

Not much to report here this morning, since Mistress spent the night with her lover J.  She's returning here to the UCTMW World HQ at around 7:30 this am.  You can bet I will save my shower until she arrives!

Of course, Mistress is very considerate of her Slave's feelings when she has an overnight like this.  Maybe too considerate. It was actually rather hot Sunday evening when she casually mentioned, on our drive home from a civic event that she'd be sleeping over Monday night at J's "love shack".

I knew they'd made plans to see one another --- J had to cancel plans for Saturday evening when an opportunity for some out of towm golf fun had arisen -- so they rescheduled for Monday.

But I guess I hadn't picked up that this would be an "all-nighter".

Lesson for Mistress:  It actually makes your Slave hot when you inform about these types of plans, rather than ask "permission" or consult. You don't need permission, do you?

Mistress made sure her Slave's carnal needs were well taken care of on Monday morning here, before she verified that her cock was securely locked away in its cage for the day.

And you  can rest assured that Mistress reminded her Slave of his caged status more than a few times during the day.  I think she gets a little kick out of knowing what's hers will remain in lock down status until she grants her parole.

As it turned out she was rather lenient.  When I got home last night, and as she and J headed out for a drink and some dinner, she granted me permission to remove the cage so I could go for a bike ride.  Of course, she knew that her cock would not get into any trouble.  And she does like me to get exercise, if only to assure proper endurance for her aging Slave.

Last night I slept well, though I always miss the soft and toasty body of Mistress beside me.  But absence does make the heart grow fonder. doesn't it?