Corporate Junkets

Suzanne's description over at All Mine of the "corporate retreat" where she convened with her entire "staff" left Mistress and Slave a little envious.  Over the years, we've talked about getting our staff together out in our mountain hideaway in the Southwest  for some "team building" exercises. But no matter how hard Mistress tried to make it worth our Western Correspondent's while to take the drive down from our Western field office, it just was not to be.

Of course, we have been able to meet up with Donna and Bill, our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security once here at the UCTMW World HQ. Hopefully someday we will be able to stop by to see them down in the Smokies.

As for the All Mine staff's little corporate junket, the descriptions and accounts reminded Slave of a place he went in New England as a child, when the family tagged along for my father's own corporate junkets back in the Mad Men era of the late 1950's and very early 60's. (I just know it was before the first Kennedy Assassination, a historical marker in my life, like so many other peoples' lives who were around in that decade).

It was a grand old hotel, only open in the summer in those days, with cavernous public rooms, a huge (but cold) swimming pool, and "activities" for the kids while the parents were otherwise engaged drinking Manhattans and smoking large quantities of cigarettes. I can recall roaming the halls with my brother, seeing if there was trouble we could get into and avoiding taking care of our whiny little sisters.

It would be nice to go back there again sometime if the All Mine staff ever wanted to do a little mutual team building.... after all why shut the door on a potential leveraged corporate consolidation at some point down the road.

Our "cultures" seem compatible. Certainly there would be the potential for synergy. Suzanne could teach Mistress a thing or two about how to get the most out of her Slaves, and Mistress could coach Suzanne on the art of "pampering".

And since Mistress has a bit of a submissive streak that too frequently goes untended (other than on Switch Day), I suspect that there could be some opportunity for her to do a little "fluffing" if she plays her cards right.  Who knows, maybe Suzanne might find another use for her mighty strap-on.

At worst, Slave could be a useful Sherpa in the event there is another mountain to climb. And Mistress could deploy her "facilitation" skills.

Who knows, maybe there is some Venture Capitalist willing to fund this potential merger, take us public, and create Cayman based IRA's for all of us to retire in style someday.

Mistress Applies Her Domme Skills at the Love Shack

Yesterday our wake-up sex was a little earlier than normal.... though everything a devoted Slave could desire. We did not have time for Switch Day (plus our two daughters and a friend were also within earshot), but Mistress made sure to tease and taunt her work-a-day cock until I was begging for the privilege to fuck her.

All fo that teasing led to some very compelling fucking once she waved the green flag.

Afterwords, we were off for a nice bike before the steamy humidity kicked in.

As I read the newspaper, Mistress was primping in our Executive Suite for her date with J, over at his love shack.

With all the stress of her work week, and the extra energy our two daughters have required these last few weeks, it was clear Mistress needed a "time out".  And what better time out than a few hours of leisurely love making with your lover -- guilt free and contractually guaranteed?

I had plenty of things to "keep me busy" - a trip to the grocery store, some yard work, a good book to dig into.

Mistress came back up for air at around 4:30 pm, home to join me and the girls to an outdoor concert at a downtown park.

But before we departed, I had the opportunity to taste the musk and other flavors discovered by my questing tongue between those clean shaven folds.

Last night, after the concert and as we settled into bed, she did share a little more detail about her day with J.

"Did I mention that he wanted me to tie him up, Slave?"

"Uhhh..... no....."

"Yeah ... he was insistent...."

At this point, Slave's pretty tired, but there is that nagging jolt to my cock....

"And how did you arrange for that, Mistress?"

"His hands to the bed posts with some old ties, Slave.....does that make you horny or something?"

"Well .... I suppose it does....and did you ride his cock that way, Mistress....."

"Not right away.... we talked for a while while he was tied down....."

Of course, this makes Slave's imagination run wild....the thought of Mistress's fingers grazing another man's cock as she charms him, teases him, makes him squirm.... But I tried to low key it.

"I'll bet he liked that, Mistress....."

"He seemed to Slave...."

Unfortunately, it was clear that Mistress was tired and ready for some shut eye. It would have been impertinent for me to insist on any "action" after her full day. And this morning.... well Mistress is already up early getting dressed for an 8 am meeting. And there's a family dinner tonight to celebrate our daughter's birthday.... It could be a while until Slave gets an opportunity to channel those compelling images into something even close to orgasmic.

Can I get a "poor slave"?

Mistress Encounters Blog Fan

Despite a 7:45 am "do you miss me" call from Mistress's boss yesterday morning, We had what passes for a normal Saturday here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Some cozy wake up sex (after that call), a nice bike ride in weather that was more pleasant than it's been in weeks, and a chance for a nap and some pre-dinner sex in the Executive suite too.

Now that's more like the Mick and Molly our readers have come to know, isn't it?

Speaking of readers, Mistress did have a chance to face her public yesterday afternoon on the walk home from her hair salon. Fortunately, they were no paparazzi involved, just a long time reader, R, who lives down the street.

(You may recall our mention of him last Fall or so, when via comments and emails we came to the mutual realization that he lives just a few blocks away and that we have several mutual acquaintances).

Mistress and R trade the occasional text and email. Their worlds still overlap a bit, but these coincidental face to face encounters remain rare. And it turns out he is still a regular reader of UCTMW and also follows our buddies at team All Mine.

"He had a few questions about what's been going on, Slave....."

"Really? So he's still following you Mistress....."

"Yeah.... he says it sounds like J and I haven't had much time together lately...."

"Good to know he's keeping score...."

"And he wanted to know how Francois is doing.... he noticed we were at his restaurant on Friday night."

"Is it a little strange to run onto someone who knows all the intimate details of your ex life mistress, as well as the nice red glow of your bum when it gets a spanking?"

"Hmmmm..... I guess it is a little weird, now that you put it that way."

"But you have to admit, it's nice to see the face of your 'public' every now and then...."

"We had a nice talk...."

It's sort of like Annette Funicello, every 12 year old boy's fantasy date when she was  wearing those tight sweaters as a Mouseketeer, running into a fan at the mall. But a tad more 'intimate'.

As for J, our fans will be happy to know that Mistress has scheduled a date with him today, so we're on a somewhat tight schedule here this morning.

"Wake me at 7:30 Slave,  if you want to have sex and go for a bike ride too..... I told him I'd be over at around 10:30 ...."

"No problem Mistress....."

"Does that make me a slut, Slave.... having sex with you, and then going over to have sex with him....?"

Well, I suppose that depends on one's definition of slut, doesn't it?

Who am I to Judge.... I just need to make sure I don't squander my window of opportunity.

Pre- Dinner Hors D'oeuvre

Mistress was on the run again yesterday.

She's been involved in way too many "pitches" of late.  Clearly exceeding any rational "pitch count" to resort to yet another baseball analogy.

Our plan was to have our daughters meet us downtown at my office before dinner at Francois's restaurant, only recently re-opened after a bit of an hiatus.

She made it to my place just shy of 7 pm, but just as I was closing the door, and sliding the chair against it to ward off the cleaning staff, her I-phone buzzed.

"Can you believe it, the girls are already here."



"They can wait in the lobby for just a few minutes, don't you think?"

Instructions were sent, and then Slave got down to business. From my knees it was easy to dig in for a little tasty snack that soon had Mistress squirming and stifling some moans as I provided a bit of end of the day stress relief before we headed to dinner with our nicely dressed young ladies.

At dinner we did get to see Francois, who was on good behavior in front of our girls. He did get to exchange some comments in French with our recently returned not quite as sullen one, who seemed impressed with our Chef.

Maybe we can arrange dinner with him here sometime soon?

By the time dinner was over, Mistress and Slave were ready to crash. The week had been stressful, and the news yesterday from the Denver area rattling for those of us with kids our in the world.

We were happy to hear yesterday morning from our Western Correspondent that all members of his family were safe and accounted for.  And by last night our daughter was already lobbying me to go see the new Batman movie, despite the mayhem.

Of course, we will go, though not this weekend. This brand of crazy makes you want to hunker down,  pull your loved ones close and tune the world out for at least a few days.

That's our plan here in River City.  Have a safe and pleasurable weekend, friends.