An Update from our CEO

And it goes on...

Hello Friends...what a week. This sort of activity is cutting into my more mundane physical fitness regime. Mick and I left work early, went for a great Vietnamese lunch and came home and hit the sack. Nick was interesting this week. No WC not a sub. I may see him from time-to-time -- I may not. There were some oddities for sure.

As per the life of our household. I have stayed out there. I had heard from two men through AM who both appear compelling as follows:

1) 42, divorced, up the street and interested (dinner scheduled for Monday.)
2) 40, bachelor and 40 min away and loves women my age (old.)

So, since I have not ever been a cougar..isn't it time? And where is our old friend Riff Dog when we need him? I am afraid that we have become AM junkies. I am learning lots --

As time passes tho -- a few things remain consistent for me:

1) This is all about what stimulates Mick and me (selfish -- I tend to think these guys get a good bargain too.)
2) variety is interesting....and interesting to bring home. I really only like to sleep in our own bed. There is no place like home.
3) Ladies -- men are fucked up creatures -- love them, need them, can't live without them -- but wow (need I say more?)
4) I have reaffirmed that I do NOT want to sleep with someone else's husband. Full disclosure -- Nick has his share of the married man guilt -- don't want to be part of that one.


Mick and I will rest up for what promises to be a new week in the saddle.

love,

Molly

Mistress Does the "Walk of Shame"

As it turned out, Mistress ended up spending the night with Nic at his downtown hotel on Tuesday evening, while Slave languished back at the UCTMW World HQ, alone in her Executive Suite bed, scrupulously following her "no touch" edict.

At around 8 pm, She gave me a heads up that she would be "out" for the night via text message, and even gave me a call from the room when Nic stepped out to collect them some dinner.

(Yes, I won that hypothetical wager that there would be pre-dinner sex, knowing that as a red blooded would be Dom, it would be impossible for Nic to resist Mistress as appetizer).

Mistress had let me know where I could find the key to the cage when I got home, allowing me some freedom at night. But I was under strict orders to re-cage in the morning.

As it turned out, that was particularly frustrating.  Because bfore heading to her office, Mistress walked the two blocks from the hotel to my office, making sure her over night bag was tucked into her car in the basement garage there.

"I was a little worried that someone we know might see me in the lobby Slave.... how would I explain over-nighting in a hotel just a few miles from our house?"

"An early meeting, Mistress?"

Maybe.... and just to be clear, this is a change of clothes!", referencing her outfit.

Sadly,  to me one black dress with black boots looks pretty much like another, but I took her word for it, as I was sliding her "throne" against the door for some 8:45 am worship.

"Strange coming to see you in the morning, Slave, after getting out of bed with someone else.... it's like we are the ones having the affair!"

True, it did feel like old times. And Mistress's folds (which were not clean shaven back in the 80's) tasted every bit as luscious yesterday morning after her marathon with Nic.

I only got a brief summary of their activities before walking her back to her car at the hotel.

"Four times, Slave. Before dinner. then after. Then in the middle of the night. Then again this morning.  He's got quite a sex drive."

"Butthen he's met his match, Mistress...."

Last evening, back at home, Mistress came in talking on our I - phone to  R, the neighbor who was a blog reader and figured out last fall that   "Molly and Mick" lived just down the street. Of course, he had been reading here about Mistress's new beau, and apparently could not wait patiently for an update when your editor got around to posting it today.

"I'm exhausted R..... all that sex.... and my nipples and breasts hurt!"

Poor dear. She says Nic has a fetich about squeezing and biting those sensitive little nubs. Who needs clothespins?

After a bike ride at dusk on a surprisingly balmy evening, Slave finally got to do a more detailed debriefing, while also getting the release I had been awaiting for nearly two days!

It seems that Nic does enjoy playing the Dom role, which had Mistress both excited and a little anxious.

"He's a little dark, and very directive, Slave.... a bit like Micky Rourke in 9 1/2 Weeks.... he knows what he wants."

"Sounds hot, Mistress. But.... "

"Oh... it's definitely hot.... he knows what he's doing.... but he clearly wants to get inside my head....and I'm not sure I want to really go there."

I had a little trouble understanding what she was getting at, but I tried to reassure.

"Maybe you just think of it as a chance to give up control every now and then, knowing that whatever happens you have your devoted husband here as your safety net."

Intriguing, huh?  He does live out of town, so this may be more like a once every month or so thing.  Maybe we can get Mistress to share a little more here in the days to come as she "processes' this experience.

Mistress's Second Date Night

For those following the adventures of Molly and Mick, you may be waiting with baited breath to see how things turned out on Mistress's 2nd consecutive date night with her alternative AM suitor. 

But before we get there, I should note that the prospect from Sunday night had a gracious response to Mistress's "no chemistry" email:

Sigh ......   I am disappointed.  I was hoping for a more intimate adventure with you.  The dreaded lack of chemistry, so vague, yet I understand perfectly.   It is either there or not and one cant fabricate it if it is not.  I did sense we did not have extensive sexual chemistry, but I was hoping there was enough. 

 

Regardless, I enjoyed the night, I had no expectations, and wish you well.  

 

But let's move onto Monday evening. 

 

Mistress arranged to meet him at a trendy restaurant downtown, just a block away from my office and Nic's hotel, at around 6:30 pm. Slave had a meeting to go to, and also stopped off to say hi to my cute grand kids. Then I headed home to watch the last big debate of the season.

 

Mistress was unsure about what might happen after dinner. 

 

If no chemistry, well, she'd make her excuses and join me to watch Mitt and Barack bicker.

 

But what if there was chemistry?

 

"Would it be slutty to go to his hotel room on the first date, Slave?"

 

We discussed this here last week, but Mistress was still a little confused.

 

"My guess is the interactions you have with him will tell the story Mistress. Follow your cunt, so to speak...."

 

"Oh, Slave...."

 

But I think that's what happened.

 

Around 7:27 pm (barely an hour into dinner) I got a text from her: 

 

"Hi Slave.

Mistress may head to his room for a little bit. OK?"

 

I quickly concluded that her clean shaven folds were sending her a certain message. No doubt the "pump priming" that Nic had engaged in as he laid siege  to her baser impulses via email and text message over the last week  had their desired effect. 

At about 8:30 pm,  shortly before the debate started, I got a call from her.

"Heading over to his hotel, Slave..... is this bad?"

"Are you already wet, in anticipation?"

"Hmmm.... I guess I am...."

"Well then, go for it...."

She sent me this photo via text to let me know the hotel room where she could be found:

It was smart to do, and also a bit of a cock tease as well. Not that I could fully appreciate the gesture, since Slave was still locked away in my cage, where I stayed until around 11:15 pm or so when Mistress arrived home.

Mistress did have that well fucked glow to her when she strolled into our bedroom, and shared with me a little of the details of her evening out.

"He's got that Italian charm, Slave.... very attentive. And he clearly liked my body....

he said he's usually an ass and legs man, but went kind of nuts over my breasts.... in fact my nipples are pretty sore ....  lot's of squeezing and biting, Slave.

"Awww, poor Mistress....."

Sounds like  he felt comfortable taking charge of things.

"Once we were in the room, he pushed me against the wall, held my arms over my head and kissed me hard, Slave....."

 

So contrary to the WC's conjecture, sounds like Mistress does not have another Sub to manage.

Of course, there was some slow "make out" time before Mistress lost her undies.  

"Was he impressed by your clean shaven look?"

"He loved it Slave.... said he was embarrassed to ask in advance, but wanted to...."

As you can imagine, Mistress was a little tuckered out, and Slave had to wait for his sexual privileges until this morning. But I did get to savor her well utilized parts before we drifted off (making it a little harder for Slave to drift off, come to think of it.)

You can imagine how desperate I was by this morning. Fortunately, Mistress was indulgent when I begged for permission to come.

And I'm home again alone tonight, BTW.  Nic is in town for 3 nights this week.

"Slave, since he won't be back until next month, it would be a shame to waste that opportunity, wouldn't it?"

"Of course it would, Mistress."

She was indulgent though in letting me know where the key to my cage was. 

"But remember.... no touching Slave...."

At his suggestion, she brought an overnight bag with her, and may or may not spend the night.

"We'll see how it goes, Slave....but if I do spend the night, then remember to wear your cage again tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress...."

I even walked her over to his hotel today at the end of the work day, parting with a kiss on the sidewalk.

"Is this weird, Slave? You walking me to the hotel before my tryst with a guy I just met yesterday?"

"Weird, maybe. But not a bad weird."

We kissed again.

"So want to bet whether you end up having sex before dinner, Mistress.... then again after?"

She actually seemed flustered at the thought.

"I'm not betting on that one way or the other, Slave..."

"My sense is you're all ready turned on at the thought of it, aren't you Mistress."

"No comment, Slave...."

 

 

Tina Turner Skirt?

Mistress was out the door too early this am, and Slave was groggy from yet another lost night with the Pussycats, who apparently are still doing a victory lap from last year's once every decade play-off appearance. (Maybe they will show up next year?)  As a result, there was no timely blog this am. But since Mistress just stopped by here for some mid-day worship, and Slave still has the musky taste of her clean shaven folds on my lips, maybe now is a good time for a quick update.

First, there was some nice Switch day action at the UCTMW World HQ on Sunday morning. Photos to come later. But it involved Mistress restrained on her tummy, some reddening of her ass spanks, the deployment of the power tool, and some nice fucking by her Slave from behind. She seemed well satisfied by the time the wrist cuffs were unlocked.

The rest of the day involved a bike ride, and some resting up before our evening activities.

Naturally, at the game I was wondering how her break the ice dinner date with "Ed" was going. Sadly, I got a text from her around 8 pm that he was a "nerd".  The update I received this morning was that he was a bit too shy and academic, seemingly older than the 53 years he represented, with no "spark" of connection.

They parted with Mistress dropping him off at his hotel, and him getting a bit of a peck on the cheek.

Not surprisingly, last night after their dinner,  Ed emailed to Mistress his desire for a second date this week while he is in town, describing Mistress as "sexy" and far exceeding his expectations.

"How do I handle this, Slave...."

"The right thing to do is a quick email, explaining that the hoped for chemistry was not there, and that there  will be no second date, Mistress."

After she was suitably worshiped here in my office, she composed a quick email to that effect, read it to me for my input, and sent it off. 

The herd is culled yet again.  But isn't that firm but honest response better than letting things drag out in ambiguity, dear readers?

Moving on, tonight is Mistress's dinner date with "Nic". She's meeting him at 6:30 pm at a downtown hotel, then walking a block or so for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant.

But one issue for Mistress was her selection of a skirt today that I sometimes call her "Tina Turner" outfit.  It's black, composed of overlapping flaps, that can show quite a bit of leg as Mistress's strides the halls or sits demurely at a meeting.  It looks particularly hot with her black, heeled boots. Erupt and gyrate into "Proud Mary" and there is lots to see!

"I threw this on this morning when I was half asleep, Slave.... do I look too slutty?"

Well, what is a devoted Slave to say?

"In the future, for business meetings, you might want to consider tights with that ensemble, Mistress, but I have a feeling your new friend Nic will be jaw droppingly enthralled by this look."

Mistress is a little more optimistic about tonight's meet up. She traded lots of texts and talked to Nic. But of course, you never know how things will go without that personal contact.

Will keep you updated.

Oh, and in case you were curious, Slave is back in his steel cage today.

"I could be late Slave.... and I've hidden the key."