Unprecedented Way to Start a Work Week at UCTMW World HQ

As our loyal readers may have noted, the pages here were dark yesterday.

Mistress had a very early wake-up call Monday for a trip to the north-lands of our great flat state. 

No time at all for wake-up sex, though I did make sure to get in a little post-shower worship before sending her on her way.

I had my own busy day at work, then fixed dinner for my older daughter, her husband and my two cute grandsons.  By the time the dishes were cleared away and the kitchen clean it was about 8 pm, and Mistress was headed home, arriving here at 9 pm or so, bone tired.

Sex was the last thing on our collective minds.....

I know, you're wondering, what's up with that?

Well, even Molly and Mick sometimes get too danged busy and tired for a roll in the hay.  While we may appear to be sexual super heroes, on occasion, we can revert to Clark Kent or Diana Prince.

And, for my part, an aging Clark Kent, without the thick head of hair.  Did I mention  a recent social run in, last week. It was a business reception at Mistress office, where I met one of her company's clients. He saw our matching name tags and asked me "Is she your daugther?"

Ouch.   Maybe he was going to follow up with "is she seeing anyone right now?"

Well, as it happens, she is , buster.

Which turns our attention briefly to J.

With the Cute Co-Ed back from College things will also be a little different this summer when it comes to J "stopping by".

On Sunday, when I went to visit my cranky Mother, J came over to visit Mistress.  Rather than hang out at the house, they walked to a local coffee shop for Lattes.  When I came home they were sitting down in our "Man Cave", chatting,  but there was no "hanky-panky" going on, with our teen upstairs.

The cover story when she did walk down to say hello, was that J is a work acquaintance, and he and  Mistress had some business matters to discuss.  They watched a show on TV that we all had been discussing, while Slave did a project on my lap-top.

It all seemed very homey, and I think the Co-Ed did not suspect a thing was out of the ordinary.

Nice.

Going back to my cranky Mother.  For mother's day I bought her a book to read by an author she enjoys.  I didn't wrap it, but placed it on a little bag from the book store.

When I handed it to her, before she looked at the cover, she said.

"Oh.... don't tell me this is the book they've been talking about on TV..... that "Mr. Grey thing....."

Arggggh.

Even my 85 year old mother has been caught up in that media frenzy.

But at least that gets us back to sex.

Mistress told me to get upstairs no later (or earlier ) than 6:30 am if I want some action.

See ya.

Spare the Rod on Mother's Day?

That was going to be the title of this morning's blog.

I was going to get up early, as usual, letting Mistress sleep in.

Then I was going to do the blog, musing for you about whether, when Mother's Day and Switch Day coincide, its a good protocol to give Mistress a pass.

But, you might ask, who is Switch Day really for?  Is it for Slave, to give him a little time to "balance the scales of justice", deterring excessive exploitation by Mistress of her contractual privileges for the rest of the week?

Or is it for the benefit of Mistress: to give her a break from the duties of "being in charge" while letting her sub-side get a little exercise?

If the latter, well then it just wouldn't be fair to deny Mistress some time languishing in restraints, absorbing a nice cropping, and then having a few cums "forced" from her with the mighty Hitachi before Slave takes advantage of her helpless state. Would it?

But that plan was de-reailed by one of Mistress's crafty preemptive strikes.

.  Though we had been out late last night, at one of those in-terminable black tie charity functions that those of us in the work world must sometimes attend, Mistress was awake unusually early....at around 6:30 am.

"Do you want to have sex slave?"

Well, we all know the answer to that question.  Sure, Mistress had made sure her Slave's carnal dreams were fulfilled Saturday afternoon, after all that cuckold action here into the wee hours of Saturday morning.

But then, that had been 15 hours ago.

So Slave got into the swing of things with her - tossing all those Switch Day musings into the file for next year - what transpired was about 30 minutes of slow and sultry sexual action in our executive suite.

Mistress seemed to collect a couple of good cums with help from Slave's hungry lips and needy cock.

And she generously gave me permission to take my pleasure once I begged her for permission.

Now she's back to sleep, sexually sated, cleverly having dodged her Switch Day "torment".... that is unless I can waylay her this afternoon between visiting my cranky Mother, and making dinner her for Molly, her Mother, her step-father and our cute Co-Ed, back last night from her trip with Grandma.

She is a wily Mistress, isn't she?

And to all you Mothers out there: including our Senior Correspondent Donna, and fellow bloggers Sin, Aisha, Diane and the rest:  Happy Mother's Day.

We hope your day started the way ours did!

Side Dish

The three of us had a little dinner party here at the UCTMW World HQ on Friday night.

It was a lovely, sunny but cool evening. Perfect for wine and dinner out on our deck. Mistress was in the stylish, shortish skirt she had worn to work.  J and I were in jeans and polo shirts.

Slave cooked up some grilled arctic char, with roast potatoes and asparagus. Mistress whipped up a salad with goat cheese and raspberries that had J tossing complements her way.

As we finished off second helpings of the fish, Mistress raised an eyebrow, clearly ready for the next item on the evening's agenda.

"So what's the plan, gentleman....?"

"You're in charge, Mistress.... what would you like to do next?"

J chimed in .... "Absolutely.... what would you like to do....?

She eyed her Slave, as if I might have objections (which of course I did not....)

"What if J and I do some "other things" first, then watch last week's episode of Mad Men together?"

Of course, by "other things" I knew that Mistress meant adjourning with her lover to the executive suite.

"Sounds good....I will clean up.... you two kids have fun!"

Of course, they helped me clear the table.... then Mistress wandered toward the stair case.

"Am I following you", J asked.

"I'd recommend it...." Mistress said as their voices faded up the stair way.

Slave did the clean up, and settled into the couch afterwords with the Friday Times.  Who can complain about some time alone with the paper of record after a long work week? Maybe an hour later the two of them wandered downstairs.

After they took a brief trip to the DQ down the street ..... that activity had triggered a sugar craving.... the three of us settled in with Mad Men, Mistress in the middle between her Slave and her Lover, her head leaning against me, her left leg draped over J's thigh.

She did seem cozy, and mentioned that J enjoyed some play with the Hitachi.

'Except he called it the Hibachi, Slave...."

Cute.

In this episode of Mad Men, the creepy account executive, Pete Campbell, is chatting up an insurance salesman one evening on the train home to the Burbs from the City.  It's 1966. The sales guy is bragging about the new "side dish" he's stashed in a Manhattan apartment. He describes her as "just 24, on the 24th floor, amazing boobs".

'Side dish', now that's a term I'd not heard in a while.

Mistress giggles.

"Is that what I am, J - your 'side dish"."

He laughed.

"You are tasty."

"Mistress, I think we're both you're side dishes...."

By now we were all getting a little sleepy. We made it through the end, then adjourned upstairs.

"J, we'll take the girl's room..... is that OK, Slave....?"

"Of course, Mistress."

Mistress spent a few minutues in our bathroom, naked, brushing her teeth and washing her smooth and lovely face.  Then she pondered.

"Should I sleep naked, Slave, or slide into something?"

"Up to you, Mistress....."

She opted for a short, black and silky nightie with white trim I'd picked out for her some Christmas past.... then kissed her slave good night.

"Now remember Slave.... no touching...."

"Of course, Mistress....."

"It may not be until tomorrow afternoon until you get any, can you handle that?"

"I suppose I'll have to...."

"Yes, Slave..... you will."

Then she slipped down the hall....

I did hear a little 4 am "vocalizing" from their room, and a couple of times during the night, on her way to the bathroom, Mistress checked in on her Slave... giving me a little kiss or stroke.  Maybe checking to see if I was following her rule?

Not a problem there, though there was some temptation when I picked up some of Mistress's rhythmic moaning.

My assignment is to wake them up by 8 am.

Will do, Mistress.

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.