Candidates for Presidential Cock Cage....

Have no fear dear readers.   "They" (work, cute co-ed, random forces of darkness) could not keep Molly and Mick down for long..... There was some nice wake up sex here on Tuesday morning before we headed down to work together.

And despite a drive home that had Mistress being badgered by various work matters, there was an opportunity for worship before we headed off on a nice bike ride here on the hills of our leafy neighborhood.

Dinner with the cute Co-Ed followed, and then she and Mistress headed down to the local DQ for some mom and daughter bonding time.

Nice.

Mistress was contemplating getting up at 6 am today for a bike ride, but I persuaded her to sleep in a little longer, so that we get get our "exercise" on a more sensual way this morning.

And this evening, Mistress has an evening planned with J.... Let's hope they get a chance to knock the kinks out .... maybe do a little "hump day" humping.  I mean that's where that name comes from right?

Now, briefly, back to the "Fifty Shades" mania we've been commenting on here over the last few weeks. It certainly seemed a little creepy that my 85 year old mother was tuned in enough to wonder if that was the book I got her for Mother's Day.  But stranger still is the video clip I saw on yesterday's news from "The View", when in a "pop culture" quiz, one of the dingbats asked The President of the United States if he could name the soft core phenomenon that was on ladies' bedside tables all over America.

Thankfully, he claimed not to know the answer. But he said he'd check with his wife, who seems to have a bit of  Domme in her, don't you think?

Certainly Michelle is much more the Domme than this previous first lady, though it might have served her well to take a firmer hand with her husband, known for his unruly appetites. If anyone could have used a cock cage with the presidential seal on it, it would have been Bill.

But Mistress wasn't having any of it.

"Did you see that twinkle in his eye, Slave..... I bet he knew exactly what they were asking about, but did not want to fess up."

Nevertheless, I know I'd sleep better at night knowing our POTUS has other things on his mind.

I'm watching the clock here.... knowing that my window of morning nookie window will soon open.  I did not get clear direction from Mistress if this is a "cage day" since she'll be driving her own car, so she can stop at J's love shack on her way home.

I guess I need to clear that ambiguity up.  Better safe than sorry.

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.