The Whole World's .... Yawning.

Slave is up here in the Windy City for a business meeting until Wednesday. Coincidentally, my trip coincided with a crazy confab of world leaders ranging from our President to some Prime Minister of Pakistan who left town sulking that he never got a photo op with said President to show the folks back home, sort of like a whiny small time political contributor from Kankakee.

The most noticeable thing to me was the "ghost town" feel of the streets in a town usually choked with traffic, and the overwhelming police / military presence presumably designed to provide "security", and also deter disruptive street protests.  Cops everywhere, some armed to the teeth, tucked away in buses and vans, lining the streets, ready for .... anything.

In an odd way it brought to mind my first trip to Chicago - the summer of 1968 - for the Democratic Convention that year.  (Yes, friends, I am that old). It seemed to me that the police in Chicago have learned some lessons over those 45 or so years.  Not nearly as many of them are large Irish guys willing to swing their clubs first and ask questions later. And those billy clubs?  They seem to have gotten a lot longer.

In any event, the world was spared scenes of Cops gone wild this week.... a nice comparison to the sights, sounds and smell of tear gas that summer so long ago when the chant I remember from the crowd was "the whole world's watching....."

I did get a chance to go for a walk on unusually still streets yesterday afternoon.... it seemed many office workers and shoppers had stayed home to avoid the melee that never happened.  But I did snap a photo that our fans out there might enjoy, particularly Tammy and the "sub sisters", who have generously looped me into their entertaining side bar repartee over the last few days:

But of course, this is just a cheap substitute for sex, something that Slave came up short on yesterday.  (Other than my opportunity to worship Mistress yesterday morning before I hit the road).

Fortunately, J stepped into the gap I left behind in River City and "entertained" Mistress last night.  They went out to dinner and adjourned to the "love shack". As I was enjoying some local color and dessert with some colleagues in Little Italy last night, Mistress called to wish me good night.

"We're tired here Slave."

I'm sure they had good reason to be tired.

But at least I can spice things up here a little with a dispatch received yesterday from our Western Correspondent before I sign off today:
 

So B and I went to a party last night

It was a leaving the organization party for one of B's fellow workers

She and B had worked very closely on a big project that was the most devastating for them both in their careers 

J said last night she cried for a week after the debacle 

B is still affected by it 

So they are close but have not worked in the same office for several years

Anyway J is a very fucking hot 35 or so year old

She is a workout freak and in perfect shape

She was wearing a black little dress

She was there with a hot guy but he just sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody while she was greeting all her friends

B was up and about too so I was just talking to some people and watching the deal

J was greeting people and giving them hugs

BUT

When one woman came in she spanked her ass

And I'm not talking about a pat on the ass 

Im talking five or six hard swats

And then she grabbed it and squeezed it hard! !!!

The WC was interested ......  Very interested

The lady she spanked was clearly smitten by J 

And then J saw me staring and winked at me

Wow I thought what is the deal here?

I sat there and she did the same thing to four other ladies.... that i saw... one 65 but hot:) and a good friend of B and I's

Holly shit I thought this lady is really kinky

I asked B about the deal and she said she didn't see it

Is she a Domme I asked

I don't know B said

Anyway, it was something I have never seen in a Vanilla setting

Pretty fucking hot too!!!

She really spanked those gals hard!!!

Very very cool

Anyway being the gentleman that I am I offered to help her with her new career as it is the same field as mine

See what a nice guy I am:)

The always helpful,

WC

Thanks WC.  I'm just surprised you didn't get in line for a few whacks.

Does Mistress Need a "Closer"?

Mistress clearly needed some relaxation this weekend to get her out of some work related angst.

Saturday was a bona fide day of rest for her. Lot's of sun on our deck. Nothing on the schedule (though she did work in some time to give her Slave a good cropping).

Sunday was a different sort of "stress discharge" day.

She was up and out early for her Sunday morning "booty call" at J's charming "love shack".  She wandered back to the UCTMW World HQ at about 11:45 am, looking well fucked and in need of some time to "recover".

"Wow, Slave.... two straight hours of fucking..... it takes a lot out of a woman...."

"Poor dear....."

"I think you're going to have to wait until later.... hope you don't mind....."

Of course, Slave knows his place in these matters.... and that when the time came I would be cumming too. 

Mistress was quickly into her bikini for some relaxation on our deck with the Times and our cute Co-Ed - it was another gloriously sunny day here, and while she was out Slave had dutifully inflated a little wading pool so that the two Divas in my life could cool themselves when things got too hot for them in the sun

"It's like the Beverly Hillbillies out here, Slave...."

True.  But this was a rather tacky substitute for their "See-ment Pond".

I had to go visit my grumpy mother, and when I got back, Mistress had a little social update for me.

"J's riding over on his bike..... I guess he just can't get enough of me, Slave...."

I can understand why.... though now I was getting  little worried that Slave's chance for some release would be deferred even longer.....

J did arrive, a bit flushed after his 10 mile ride, and wearing some of those tight Lycra bike shorts. Mistress was impressed.

"You look nice in the shorts, J."

We enjoyed the afternoon, with Mistress making some snacks for her lover, and Mick reading the Times in the shade.  Mistress persuaded J to stay for dinner, though she and I still needed to get our own bike ride in.  J used the time we were riding the local hills to catch up with Mad Men which we had DVRed.

I do think Mistress likes to tease J about his slight  remaining discomfort about this "arrangement" though.  While we were changing into our riding cloths, Mistress came downstairs to see  how J was doing, but before she bothered to slide into her sports bra and jersey.

So when I came downstairs ready to ride, there she was, topless, J looking even more flushed.

"I think it took him awhile to realize that my breasts were out, Slave...."

We then got into a little conversation about which of her lover's likes her breasts more.

"I think J's actually into them more than you are, Slave...."

Well, it's hard to tell.  I suppose I am more of a "leg man", but they are very lovely breasts.

Later, after we had ridden, and showered (J was a little too embarrassed to accept Mistress's generous invitation to shower with her) , I started on dinner as Mistress plopped down on the couch next to J, extending her lovely feet onto his lap.

As I prepped the Salmon and zucchini, I noticed Mistress in that short cream colored robe, as Jay massaged her tired feet.  Of course, there were no undies concealing the hint of those pristine clean shaven folds.

At just about that moment, J asked me a question:

"Mick, do you know what a 'naked short' is...."

I did a bit of a double take: was that a reference to Mistress short robe and naked parts?  Oh.... I got it.... it was a finance question.... a naked short sale of stock!

My bad.

At some point yesterday afternoon, Mistress mentioned that sometime in the midst of all this socializing, Mistress had to make time to fuck her Slave, since I'd be leaving town Monday for a business trip.  Again, a bit of embarrassment for J.

"Not sure I need to hear about that guys...."

And then there was a little discussion of Mistress's sexual appetite.

"I like to have sex before I go to sleep every night, and usually we do, right Slave?"

"Most nights, Mistress."

"I suppose you do say you're too tired every now and then."

"But I always offer to worship...."

You do..... but then, J, sometimes you say you're too tired at night."

That's when it occurred to me.

"J, maybe we need to find a third guy for her.... a Closer...."

J picked up the thread, explaining the concept to Mistress, who is not much of a sports fan.

"Right, you've got your starting pitcher.... he's Mick.... maybe he can last into the 6th, 7th inning on a good day..... then there's your middle reliever... that's me.... I come in for the 7th, 8th innings.... and when the game is on the line and the starter and middle reliever can't produce.... you've got your closer.  He's got the heat when you need it.... short intense spurts....."

I think Mistress got the concept, and seemed intrigued.

And for those of you who were concerned that Slave might not get any Sunday action.... rest assured.

After dinner, Mistress drove J and his bike home, making sure there was plenty of time for the starting pitcher to get in a little "work" before the weekend ended.

Now Slave is on the way to Chicago for two nights .... Mistress has arranged a little sleepover this evening with J.  I'm glad to know I will be leaving her in good hands.  But I hope he doesn't lose track of the pitch count.





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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.