Holiday Party Banter

Last night, Slave accompanied his Mistress to her office holiday bash, at the hip new hotel in town. (Remember those strange statuary photos from a few weeks back).

This is a relatively hip crowd with lots of young creative types all dressed for an evening out. Mistress was. of course, a key part of the fun, chatting up the young things who report to her and introducing me to her more senior colleagues. She was adorned in her black dress, black tights and those kinky lace-up black boots.

At one point Slave offered to fetch drinks for her and a colleague: a woman who is in her mid 40's, and purportedly danced as an NBA cheerleader back in her younger days. She's shorter than Mistress, but fetching in her own way. Her husband was home tending to her kids.

I asked her if she had made the acquaintance of someone that Suzanne and J likely admire, Larry Bird. But apparently their tenure with this particular team did not coincide.

As I returned with their white wines, a beer under my elbow for me, Mistress's boss (an older woman) caught the scene, and commented that it was nice of me to "serve" them.

Slave, always looking for an opportunity to be cheeky, had a snappy retort:

"It's a little crowded here, or I'd be doing it on my knees."

Mistress gave me that little "eyebrow lift" suggesting I was treading on thin ice.

But her colleague - the former NBA cheerleader - did not miss a beat.

"We'll get to that later.....", she said to me with a sly look in her eye.

It made me think that the house husband back at home with her kids may have other duties too.

Solicitations

Truth be told, after the events of Friday in Newtown, it's been hard to get the inspiration for a tawdry sex blog entry here at UCTMW. Our enterprise seems so frivolous and meaningless in the context of all that horror and pain. 

I did have an amusing conversation with my rather self-absorbed and cranky mother on Friday afternoon that may be worth reporting.

I called to tell her when she could expect my dutiful visit on Saturday. She clearly had been absorbing the TV coverage from Connecticut in the solitude of her condo all afternoon, and this is what she had to say:

"Can you believe it? What sort of sick person would .... SHOOT THEIR OWN MOTHER?"

I held my tongue and tried not to explain that the particular horror here had more to do with the 20 dead first  graders than one dead Mom. Ah well.....

In any event, since I am not sharing much to titilate and arouse here, as a good sex blogger should be doing, I thought you might be amused to read a solicitation email Mistress received at her Collar Me posting over the weekend.  My guess is that this is a "form" email, but you have to admit, cuckold fans,  it pokes all the right buttons:

I've been aware of and interested in bdsm since my early twenties. I've been an active Dom for couples and women for more than 15 years now. I was familiar with the fantasy of sharing one's wife when I first had the opportunity to be the other man for a neighbor of mine. H e asked me if I thought his wife was cute... or sexy... This line of conversation took the three of us on a nearly year-long journey of sexual adventure. I'm very experienced introducing this lifestyle to wives/couples and in helping them understand each others' motivations and needs in this process. I firmly believe that a beautiful, sexy woman should never be limited to just one lover. The sexier she is - the more men should be able to enjoy (safely), what nature blessed her with. I also believe that 'slut' is a beautiful word - it was coined in an age where a woman who showed any appreciation for - or enjoyment of - sex, was branded a 'slut' ...and the label was very negative. In today's age it's become accepted fact that women have sexual desires as strong, if not stronger than men, but all too often, women allow themsleves to be 'programmed' by society, religion, and family beliefs, and deny themselves the pleasures of their own sexuality. I am a Dom but I don't use labels like 'bi' or 'straight' as they don't really apply in this lifestyle. Many husbands who have sucked cock suddenly thought they must be gay.. or bi.. when in fact, they are still straight... and expressing their submission, not a change in orientation. I have enjoyed the mouth of a wimp hubby licking my cock my balls and even my ass - especialy when his wife is getting off on it! The sadist in me enjoys manipulating, punishing, teasing and/or handling the mostly miniature toys between their legs. I have a lot of experience helping couples learn about this lifestyle and with 'convincing' hesitant spouses. Many of the couples on the web were only wannabes before speaking to me. Done properly, this is a lifestyle that will bring couples even closer and make a good relationship even better. I refer to the formation and continuation of my relationship with a couple as 'training' them... If You/you are interested to learn more about my methods for training cuckold couples continue reading. it's all about applying some imagination.... Preparing her for me I require the husband to help his wife get ready for their evening with me.. or for her night out with me. I make it his job to trim her curls as I like it done and to make sure she's perfectly smooth around her pussy for me. I teach him to use the head of his cock to make sure she's perfectly smooth for me. Of course.. he can't enter her.. she's mine for the night... Dressing her for an evening out. I want her pussy smooth so I can feel it while we're out. I may ask her to open her legs while we're eating dinner together and let others see the cute pussy I have to enjoy. See how nicely those gorgeous breasts are displayed for me? She wouldn't wear this for her husband but he bought it. Dressing her for an afternoon with me. When she's my girlfriend, I want to see those pretty breasts all the time and know that when she's not with me... men around her are free to enjoy looking at them. This cami top is simple, semi-sheer, and shows off her breasts and nipples like magic. Others need to see and feel how sexy she is. I share my dates with close friends and others at times as well. It's always hot to be the first to train a wife for black cock as well. Expanding her horizons. By surrendering her body to me and being bound, her entire body becomes an errogenous zone for me to lick, nibble, pinch and rub. Cherished for being my slut. Seeing their expression as they orgasm for the first time with their breasts bound and pussy being lightly slapped is more rewarding than the sex itself... and assures she'll want to offer more of herself to me... Still interested...? then continue to learn more about my methods for training the submissive husband. I enjoys hubby too On my leash. I like having hubby's cock on a leash. If not one like this, then a simple one of rope or a harness with a dog leash will do. He must wear it whenever I am in the house. Constant ache for her. I teach wives the most effective ways to keep you aroused without relief for hours on end with a combination of their dress, physical teasing and verbal teasing. I might even have her put a condom on you to collect your eager drippings as proof of her teasing you for me... and of your desire for her. What's good for the goose is twice for the gander. Often when I'm dating a wife... I and my friends become her primary source of cock. Usually because you are too small, too wimpy - or both. The only thing left to do with your penis and balls is tease and torment them. Punishment sucks . I design my punishments around the person and their personality. I might have your ass whipped and balls swatted by her while I watch (which you might usually enjoy) but then leave you there, preventing one of your greatest pleasures. Watching. Donations glady accepted. After making my deposit, I've not met the wife yet who didnt want hubby down there, cleaning her up while we lay together. Be a good boy for us. She will be instructed to ride your face while your pantied penis betrays your real feelings

Nest ReInfestation

Over at Finding My Submission today, Sin was bemoaning the fact that her time with "Big Bad" will be limited with all the holiday hubub and their respective family demands in coming weeks.

The same is (sort of true) for Mistress. We have our daughters heading back for the Christmas break from their respective campuses, with one to be collected at the airport tonight.

(Despite her seeming ability to cope with the world around her I got a text early this AM asking that I "check in" to her flight for her. When I asked the question "will you be checking a bag", the rather snotty response was "Obviously". But it's not so obvious when you look at all the C*** still in her room and closet here in River City.....)

So for the next month or so, Mistress and Slave will be in close quarters once again with our two sullen ones. That means no "sleep-overs" with the cougar bait du jour, or loud and raucous sex outside the close confines of our Executive Suite. Poor Mistress will just have to take solace from my work-a-day cock and devoted tongue and lips, unless she can find time and place for a quicky with the likes of K (Mr. Perfect Cock), David or maybe J (who she visited last night for a chaste dinner with him and his son). But that seems unlikely.

Mistress did get time to stop by for some mid-afternoon worship today. But without the "Peek-a-Boo" tights she had to slide off a brown suede boot and then wriggle free of one leg of her brown tights.  After I did gone my work and gave her to a early afternoon delight, the poor girl had trouble getting that one leg back on the way it should. I wanted to take an HNT photo of her limb twisting exertions, her skirt hiked up and her legs akimbo.  But, alas, I was commanded to put down my camera.

So just use your imagination.

Why Men are Born to Be Slaves to Women

Today's David Brooks column in the Times had a reference to recent social science study which explains it all, dear readers:

Men are dumber around women. Thijs Verwijmeren, Vera Rommeswinkel and Johan C. Karremans gave men cognitive tests after they had interacted with a woman via computer. In the study, published in the Journal of Experimental Social Psychology, the male cognitive performance declined after the interaction, or even after the men merely anticipated an interaction with a woman. 

Of course, this also explains the WC's reaction to meeting Molly last week in Denver. It clearly fostered an even more acute deficiency in spelling and punctuation than even he typically evidences.