Sunday Morning Sexual Protocol Question

I appreciated all your comments yesterday, dear readers. We seem to be in agreement that Slaves come in all sorts of packages.  I would agree with Donna that this one was not "hard wired" as a sub by some strange genetic or psychological programming.  It really wasn't until later in life that the mysterious sexual karma of submitting to the needs and control of my beloved Mistress made itself known.

I guess it was just a ticking time bomb waiting to go off?

In any event, for those of you who think I get off light around here -- the pampered house slave of legend - yesterday may get you thinking otherwise.

Of course there was our early morning wake up sex in the executive suite.  Mistress got her starter cum as I grazed and she read the blog.

"My, this is a long one, Slave....."

"The better to worship you to,  Mistress...."

Then Slave got his reward, allowed to fuck Mistress to his / her heart's content.

But then things took a different turn.

First off, I was doing some sweaty "field slave" duties for a good chunk of the morning and afternoon while Mistress and her diva in training were sunning themselves on our deck.

There was some roof repair, slathering pitch like goo on a hot flat roof surface to cope with a slow leak.  There was grass mowing, weeding and planting in some beds around our yard, and mulching too. 

All that got me pretty dirty and sweaty, and I did get in a little reading and relaxing when Mistress and the cute Co-Ed went off to get their nails serviced late in the afternoon.

But Mistress had a little warning for me before she left.

"When I get home you're getting a cropping Slave....."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise....as of to say "Moi?"

"You know why, Slave....."

Actually, I suppose I did. On our bike ride earlier in the day, we had some "cross" words.  The subject is really irrelevant - all work related - but I clearly had not shown the type of support and sympathy Mistress had a right to expect.  She was unhappy, and I was one reason for it.  I probably knew then there would be consequence.

Sure enough, around 6 pm, Mistress returned home. She explained to our daughter that we would have a "rest period" before dinner. 

I was given clear directions.

"Take off your cloths slave and get into position."

Of course, she got no argument from me.  I was horny by then, and figured I could "endure" to the good part.

AS it turns out, Mistress wielded the crop with an unusual ferocity. She had me squirming and bouncing off the bed.  At one point I actually had to turn my reddening ass away from her .... bad slave.... I know.  It only earned me a few more whacks of the crop. 

So, for those of you who think Slave is a little too pampered and "uppity",  think again, my friends.

When she was done, Mistress directed me to "insert your device, Slave...."

The aneros stored away in our cupboard.  I lubed it up and slid it home.

All was forgiven now, though Mistress had a little chuckle when I came back into the room.

"Oh my, Slave .... you've got some impressive stripes on your poor little bottom."

No doubt.

But the reward afterword was worth the momentary suffering.  And Slave was appropriately reminded of his "place" here at the UCTMW World HQ.

This morning will be a little different for a Sunday. 

No Switch Day, at least not until this afternoon.

Mistress has a little early morning "Booty Call" over at her lover J's love shack.

With the cute Co-Ed home, it's a little "awkward" (as she would say) to schedule the type of weekend sleepover both of them would prefer.  So Mistress and he have a special "breakfast meeting" planned at around 8:30 this morning.

Which raises a question of protocol: Is it proper for Mistress and Slave to have wake-up sex before she heads over for his special brand of attention?

Or would that take the sexual edge off the whole Sunday AM "cuckold" thing for Mistress and Slave?

And what about J?  Would it be fair to serve him "sloppy seconds" so to speak.  Somehow I dont' think that has the same appeal for him as it does for Mr. "Not Sub Enough".

We seem to have decided on the "no sex for Slave" this am approach today. 

I think I can wait until the well satisfied Mistress comes home around noon time, don't you?

Not Sub Enough?

It was hell week here in River City for Mistress and her devoted Slave.

Thursday both of us were out much later than desirable for work related functions.   Slave was at some work related "retreat" social event that night, and acted a little too much like it was St. Patrick's Day in May.... big mistake, particularly since both of us had to be up and out the door not long after 7 am on Friday.

Hopefully, that explains why you found no post here Friday, and why, at the end of the day both of us were spent..... We did rally though.  Mistress agreed to some pre-bike ride worship, and after a ride that seemed particularly taxing for this still hung-over old fart, we took a little nap in the Executive suite.

Actually, I was so spent that I was thinking real sex would have to wait until this morning..... But.... well we rested on our couch watching a rather lame movie, and the heady aroma wafting from the clean shaven folds spread out next to me were a little too intoxicating.   My fingers found there way there, and I just couldn't help myself as I stroked my beloved to a few leisurely cums as the two lovebirds in this saccharine "chick flick" finally found their way to the altar in the final scene.

Here aroma and the taste of her on my fingers got the work-a-day cock to rally, and we ended our evening in bed with Mistress granting me permission to fuck her. A nice way to put a bad week to bed.

I did want to mention some correspondence we received earlier this week, posted to one of our older entries here (Donna's tutorial in butt plugs, on the "classics" list to the right). Here it is as posted by a "concerned reader":

 

“My hubby looks at youe blog at work – please ley him no he is stupid and will get in trouble one of these days. Thanks.”

It occurred to me that this posting could have been from our Western Correspondent's wife, B, with the spelling and grammar errors a clever disguise. Certainly the WC has been known to while away his work day perusing the blog-o-sphere. But he really ahs no "boss" to call him to account.

But then it may well be from a non-native English speaking  wife, who's husband  can't help toggling over to UCTMW in between more mundane work-day tasks, like retrieving personal data from facebook to sell us products we didn't know we needed. 

Just to be clear, UCTMW does not promote lollygagging or self-molestation during work hours, or using your employer's tech devices to access this blog. So save it for cigarette breaks or early mornings before wifey wakes up, my friends.

Consider yourselves warned. 

Yesterday we also had one of those rare dispatches from our Western Correspondent, who has been a little too busy in recent weeks exploring the opportunities that present themselves at a nearby Swingers Club. We're still awaiting the second installment of his "investigative journalism" report on the Scarlett Ranch. But in the meantime, here is a brief cautionary tale he shared with us:

We almost had a crisis here at the Casa De Miguel the other morning

My lovely bride switched on her trusty Hitachi and It went haywire

Ma-ken all kinds of kinds of weird noises and not vibrating right

Ms WC wore out a mighty Hitachi!!!!

What a stud!!!

She was not pleased and said What the fuck???

Its broken... I ventured

Being the practical one and the horny one she demanded

"You have another one of these around here

Don't you????"

As a matter of fact I did

I felt like a boy scout:)

So the crisis was averted and Ms WC got her normal quota of Orgasms

Just a warning to you Molly, Suzanne and Donna:)

The always prepared,

WC 

Of course, this got Molly and Mick wondering if the "extra" around the house was fresh out of the box, or had been put to other uses, maybe involving the special occasion cock?  Let's hope it wasn't this older model.

In any event, We hope B applied a few Clorox disinfectant wipes before she deployed the handy replacement that WC provided.

Finally, I feel a need to respond to some comments made over at Her Cuckold Wife.

That's the occasional blog of Tammy, the "wife" of Suzanne over at All Mine.  Tammy mentioned that he and three other "subs" among   our  blog world friends - Donna (our much valued Senior Correspondent), Aisha and 'Nilla have formed a little sub support network.  

In my typical flippant tone I commented that I was probably a little too "pampered" to be part of this little troika.  And some of the response comments suggested that old Mick really just "tops from below".  When I talked to Donna about this yesterday she was even more candid.

"You're really not a sub, Mick....."

Oh really?

I asked Mistress about this line of thinking last night.

"So am I not sub- enough, Mistress?"

We've heard this before here in another context.  Mistress, as I believe we have mentioned, is Jewish by blood, culture and upbringing.   But she has an Irish surname now, and is not a particularly observant Jew.  When she has attempted to involve herself in Jewish organizations in town, the response from some quarters seems to be "You're Not Jewish enough".

Fortunately, her response was supportive.  

"You're plenty sub enough for me, Slave....."

"Would you rather have me wearing women's panties to work under my suit, or cute nighties to bed?"

"That's really not what I'm looking for Slave....."

Of course, if asked to do so, I would happily go more "sissy" for Mistress.  Certainly, I would wear the cage more often if it pleased her.  Or a pink thong over it, for that matter.  The point is not to do those things because they are out of some "D/s" playbook, but to do them only if it makes Mistress hot to know I am willing to "go there' for her. And if it makes her hot, well, it makes slave hot too!

And I'm delighted to let her "step out" with J, or any one else who catches her eye.  That's way hot for both of us.

And that's pretty sub isn't it, my friends?

In my mind my role as a Sub is to please Mistress.  Make her feel more secure, more desired, more the Queen of our household. She's the one who provides the directions, explicit or implicit, that helps me fulfill that mission.

Certainly I fall short of that objective more often than I would like to admit.

I know she has a pretty punishing crop and a wooden shoe horn at her disposal, and she knows how to use it when I cross the line, wherever that might be.

But she's the one who sets the terms of my submission here at the UCTMW World HQ, and if she likes me to be a little more macho, and a little less sissified, that's her call isn't it?

I hope that doesn't make her not Domme enough?

We'd be curious to hear our readers thoughts in this touchy subject.

Mistress's Evening Out

While Slave was caged up all day, Mistress had a date night with her lover J.

It had been a some what rocky week for the two lovebirds. Nothing major, but I did catch a bit of a snippy conversation between them one evening on the ride home. The subject isn't particularly relevant ... work related actually... but J was "ranting" as Mistress would describe it.... and Mistress was dishing it back.

I could tell she had some doubts in her mind as to whether their meet last night for "drinks and sushi" at a suburban joint near his "love shack" would end with that or lead to a more carnal "dessert", but I didn't have many doubts myself.

"I'm going to give him a little lecture, Slave....."

"Maybe you should bring along the riding crop.... that might get his attention."

She didn't respond to that suggestion, but maybe my instincts were right.

As I anticipated, things must have warmed up sufficiently between the two "lovebirds" - maybe it was the wasabi? - because at 7:15 or so I got a text from Mistress indicating she'd be heading over to J's and would be home "in a few hours".

"Excellent, Mistress.... have fun."

She did arrive home shortly before 11 pm - she's got another performance for work requiring an early wake-up.

But she did allow me to worship her well utilzed folds while she filled me in on the highlights of her evening.

"He got a good opportunity to lick me down there, Slave..... and these was some rather forceful fucking...."

"Sounds like time well spent, Mistress....."

"It was Slave....", she said, her legs spread as I savored the taste of her / them.

"But it's funny.... he said  it really turned him on the more  I was dishing it back at him this week.... maybe I am a natural Domme after all....."

"I told you to bring the crop, Mistress....."

"You may ahve been right, Slave....."

With that she bucked her way to a little after a long evening of fucking cum, and settled back into bed.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until morning, Slave....."

No problem, Mistress.... I wouldn't want to wear you out.

But the appointed time is now.... so I'll sign off until tomorrow, if you don't mind.

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.