HNT/ Move Along. Nothing to See Here

 Mistress has been stressed and overworked this last week.

A long day for her at work on Tuesday that left her pretty burned out last night. And today... even worse. A long road trip upstate that will get her home here after midnight.

It's giving us second thoughts on her job and its crazy schedule.

Slave has tried to be supportive, but there's not much I can do to relieve the stress for her. other than worshiping those clean shaven folds when the opportunity presents, and trying to pick up the slack here at home and with our daughters.

Fortunately, she was able to go to work a little later this am. We had some restorative wake up sex here .... some tongue induced cums, followed by an opportunity for Slave to deploy his work-a-day cock to our mutual satisfaction. After that, we both took an early morning bike ride before the thunderstorms struck here in the river valley.

Then it was back into her work uniform for yet another hellacious day.

I'm sure she'll be even more exhausted once she gets home tonight.

And of course Slave is missing her here in the Executive Suite. I wish she was next to me watching Rachel Maddow rant about Mitt's MIA tax returns, rather than on the highway on a stormy night in the heartland.

This also leaves Slave with little to write about, so I will leave you with this from today's Washington Post. An interview with Nationals' player Michael Morse, about - you guessed it - Fifty Shades of Grey: 



Michael Morse agreed to a round of Last Thing yesterday, and we only got two questions in before I had to stop and ask for more details.
The Nats slugger told me the last book he read was “Fifty Shades of Grey.”
After mentioning the book — “this book that all the girls are reading” — he clarified that it was read to him by his fiancée, Jessica. Morse admitted that some of racier language shocked him.
“I don’t know. It’s crazy. It’s nuts,” he told me. ““She was like ‘Listen to this.’”
After some R-rated story time, Morse said that his sensitive ears couldn’t take any more.
“I was like, ‘Put that away,’” he laughed. “‘You can’t be reading that.’ I felt like she was cheating on me.”
Sadly, Morse said that the racy book didn’t do it for him. However, he was willing to admit that his fiancée might have felt a little differently.
“It’s a girl thing. It’s gotta be a girl thing,” he said. “I just couldn’t believe she kept reading it.”

"I felt like she was cheating on me"?

Please Dude. Take a hint. Break out the rope and flogger.

Taste Treat

Mistress and her lover J finally had an evening together without children to cramp their style last night.  It had been about three weeks, before our trip to the Southwest, and before his son came for an extended visit.

And I suspect there was a certain pent up demand.


I 'd heard the teasing going back and forth over the phone.

"So when do you think we'll get to do it again, J..... Winter 2013.... really .... you think you can wait that long?"

J likes to act like he has all the patience in the world. Mistress finds it a tad annoying, so dishes it right back at him.

"Well maybe my dance card will be full in the winter of 2013, J."

Cute, huh?

You could tell from the banter that this deferred mutual consumption was getting to both of them. But with the departure of J's son, the waiting was over.

Mistress let me know Sunday afternoon that Monday evening she had other "plans". And I used the time to take our sullen teen to the movies again. The new Wes Anderson flick "Moonrise Kingdom. A wonderful, creative confection set in the mid-60's.

On the way home our daughter wanted to know when "Mom" would be home. I said around 10:30 or so. "Wow. That's late.... she's working hard....."

Yes, honey. She is. But tonight shouldn't be too bad.

Mistress came home at about the appointed hour. And I could tell she'd had a good time. She seemed relaxed in a "I think I've spent all my sexual energy for the night, so let's do it in the morning if that's OK"  kind of way.

And a good Slave knows when to be patient.

But then again, as she settled into bed next to me, her lovely body naked and available, Slave had to at least get a little taste.

Sadly, I didn't even ask permission, just sliding my head between her lovely thighs, dipping my tongue into those clean shaven folds.

"I was wondering when you'd do that Slave....."

"Well I do like to taste you after one of these evenings out, Mistress."

I savored and sucked, flicking my tongue through the moist nooks and crannies.

"Do I taste different, Slave?"

"There are some subtle differences Mistress..... only a connoisseur might detect them...."

The mingling of juices, scents. All very exotic. And stimulating, I might add.

I focused on my task, giving Mistress a nice good night cum.

Not that she really needed another.

I'm looking forward to a more complete "de-briefing" this morning.

Mistress Gets Her Comeuppance

I think she thought I had forgotten.

It was a Sunday morning here at the UCTMW World HQ, Mistress had scheduled a 9:30 am spinning class for her and the not quite as sullen teen, probably to hasten things along in the executive suite.

She actually feigned surprise  after she read yesterday's blog about her exalted status as Publisher and CEO here at UCTMW, when I told her it was time for her spanking.

I wasn't surprised to find that the riding crops usually found in our closet had inexplicably disapeared.

Never mind. It was Switch day. The palm of my hand would have to do.

Yes, our daughter was just down the hall. I cranked up the classical music station on the radio to cover up the sound as my palm met the lush firm flesh of her lovely tush.

She did her fair share of squirming, and mounted some faux protests.

"What did I do to deserve this, Slave?"

"Well let's think ...  how about telling the girls and your mother about me reading Fifty Shades of Grey...."

"Ohhhh..... now I remember.... I guess that was bad, wasn't it."

"Maybe I should have said it was purely for literary purposes.... so I could review it for our sex blog."

"I don't think they'd understand that, Slave."

I rattled her ass with a few more quick and solid blows with my palm. Which seemed to get her attention.

"No .... instead they just think I'm some sort of perv...."

"Owww.... that hurt Slave...."

Of course, the poor dear by now was squirming, and her cheeks were suddenly warm to the touch. But as I dipped my digits between her legs it was also clear that her folds were sopping.

She is quite a slut, isn't she?

Once she'd had her due, I stopped to take a photo to document her Switch Day punishment.

But I am a softy at heart. I retrieved the Hitachi from beneath the bed, and deployed it from behind. She was more than happy to part her thighs to make room for it.

Soon she was quaking to one of those slowly building by oh so intense cums of hers.

And once the dust settled, Slave made sure to fully exercise his switch day privileges of fucking Mistress long and hard.

Payback was well worth the wait.

The Buck Stops With Mistress

Over the last few news cycles, there has been talk that organizational titles have no apparent meaning.

A certain Presidential candidate, who has been crossing the land touting his background in business and job "creation", was confronted with documents filed with the SEC, showing that he described himself as "President, CEO and Chairman" of a certain "pioneer in outsourcing". But he claims those titles actually meant that he "had no association with [the company's] management." Nada. The buck stopped somewhere else.... maybe Zurich?

I guess it was just  an extreme case of job title inflation.

Apparently some other guys were actually in charge: maybe they had titles like "Emperor" or "Supreme Leader".

Those of you familiar with the masthead at UCTMW know that we like to bestow titles from time to time. Our vast Media Empire has not outsourced any jobs yet (though it would be nice to have a London Bureau for Olympic coverage next month). But we do have a Western Correspondent. A Senior Correspondent. A Director of Security - International. The other day, Bill, the aforementioned Director of Security submitted a capitol appropriations request for some extra equipment so that Donna could multi-task and assist him as required:

We may put this particular acquisition off until  next fiscal year.


The long lost Francois was our Executive Chef and Director of Catering Services for a while. And last fall we created important titles in a spin off organization: the Sex Bloggers Protection Program.

I have worn a few hats myself:  Executive Editor, Director of Human Resources, General Counsel,  Mailboy, etc.

But there has never been any doubt about who is and remains in charge. Mistress / Molly is our Chief Executive, President and Chair of the Board here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And while some have accused me of being a pampered house slave, and "not really a Sub", I try to make it clear to her on a daily basis that she has my complete,total and obsequious loyalty and devotion.

She has gotten used to calling me her Slave, even to the point of potential embarrassment. You know how you can send a text message to more than one person at a time?  Sometimes we will do that, linking in one or both daughter to communicate about dinner plans or other schedule details. Well yesterday, Mistress had a ridiculously early morning company "retreat" (yet another excuse to get management to work on weekends). She left at 7:30 am and Slave lingered in bed, reading the Times, pining for the absence of our traditional "wake- up" sex.

At around 8 am she sent a text upon her arrival:

"Hi Slave. Miss you."

It took me a while to realize that it was sent on a "string" that included our sullen teen.

Ouch.

I sent Mistress a seperate text, confirming I missed her too, and pointing out that her last message was not "private".

So far we've gotten no snide feedback from the teen. Of course, she thinks we are weird and crazy anyway.

We did find ourselves back in the Executive Suite together by late afternoon.

Mistress was pretty burned out from work and she did stop by her lover J's house on the way home, for some apparently chaste conversation (his son is still visiting).

We napped a bit before it was time for some "banish the bad work vibes" sex. Mistress made sure that her cock was particularly attentive by requiring me to insert the aneros beforehand. And her Slave made sure her clean shaven folds were fully worshipped, wringing a nice bucking and moaning cum from her before even thinking about asking for permission to fuck her.

As I have tried to make clear: there is no confusion about the chain of command in this partiular organization.