Was it only a few short weeks ago that we were planning to prune our staff here at UCTMW... go back to basics and strip away all these burdensome overhead costs? With all that extra expense associated with Obamacare kicking in, why would our vast media empire want a bunch of under-productive staff members to plunge over the fiscal cliff with us?
But then we flew out to Denver to pick up the Company AMEX card and the keys to our Mountain Zone branch office from our Western Correspondent and.....
Well Mistress's hormones overrode her common sense, and our austerity plans were tossed out the window. She renewed the WC's employment deal, while diddling with his non-compete. And we actually got one whole post from him.
But Now....
Word broke yesterday that the WC was under the knife for some type of "injury". Of course, your executive editor can't disclose the details due to various overly burdensome federal laws protecting the disclosure of employee medical information. Let's simply say that the WC is so laid up that he is asserting that he has temporarily suspended his favorite recreational activity. Something he reputedly does four to five times / day, driving up demand for industrial quantities of premium lubricants.
And then.....
Here at the UCTMW World HQ we just received notice from the Colorado Bureau of Worker's Compensation that the WC has made a claim that his surgery arose from a job related injury, potentially forcing up our premiums going forward, and creating another barrier to a future lay-off. That's right, if we try to fire the WC next year as part of a cost saving plan, or to replace him with someone more familiar with periods or comas, he'll claim it was just a pretext for exercising his right to seek worker's comp for a work related injury!
The WC's initial claim form does not disclose the work related "injury" that led to his purported surgery. Suzanne over at All Mine wondered yesterday whether it was a slip and fall on some of that foam at Scarlett Ranch that WC encountered during his "investigative reporting" at that esteemed institution last summer.
Could he claim that the bicycle crash that occurred two years ago, while he was coaching Mistress on the use of her Hitachi, created some latent injury? Or was it that frost bitten cock incident?
Or was it simply wear and tear as a result of years of excessive self-abuse? Surely UCTMW cannot be held accountable for a lifetime of wasteful excess! I mean, why should a current employer have to pick up the tab for the therapy to repair the consequences of, or cure that long running malady?
Mistress would love to supervise personally the very thorough independent medical exam required to get to the bottom of this and throw out the WC's WC claim.
But I have a feeling it will be a while before Miguel feels "Up" to it.
In the meantime, feel free to send him a "get well quick" card! Maybe your good vibes will help mitigate this unexpected drag on profitability here at UCTMW.
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Friday, December 21, 2012
The WC Applies for WC
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Thursday, December 20, 2012
HNT / Nail Talk
I'm a guy with four lovely daughters, and a very sexy and stylish wife. Of course, there are benefits, as those of you who are regular readers know.
But sometimes... on occasions when we are all together, one has to endure dinner conversation that drifts into "girl talk" more often than not.
Like the other night, when we took our cute Co-Eds out for an Indian dinner. Mistress had just gotten a new manicure and everyone had an opinion. At least everyone but me.
"They look a little trashy", said our younger daughter, who, after a year in Europe, fancies herself as Oh so sophisticated and continental.
The older daughter, who is more the midwestern sorority girl, with much less pretension and more generosity of spirit, was more supportive.... "they're OK.... if kind of bright."
In her own defense, Mistress argued that they were "festive", fit for the holidays.
Of course, she then put me on the spot. I tried to demur, not feeling truly qualified to express an opinion on the subject. But "no comment" was not acceptable.
"I don't think they're trashy .... trashy would be fake long ones.... or maybe reindeer painted on your nails...."
You know, something Ellie Mae Clampett would come home with.
Fortunately the Nan showed up at the table, and the subject changed. But what do you think, dear readers?
I found this old picture that has just about the same nail color Mistress is now sporting:
But sometimes... on occasions when we are all together, one has to endure dinner conversation that drifts into "girl talk" more often than not.
Like the other night, when we took our cute Co-Eds out for an Indian dinner. Mistress had just gotten a new manicure and everyone had an opinion. At least everyone but me.
"They look a little trashy", said our younger daughter, who, after a year in Europe, fancies herself as Oh so sophisticated and continental.
The older daughter, who is more the midwestern sorority girl, with much less pretension and more generosity of spirit, was more supportive.... "they're OK.... if kind of bright."
In her own defense, Mistress argued that they were "festive", fit for the holidays.
Of course, she then put me on the spot. I tried to demur, not feeling truly qualified to express an opinion on the subject. But "no comment" was not acceptable.
"I don't think they're trashy .... trashy would be fake long ones.... or maybe reindeer painted on your nails...."
You know, something Ellie Mae Clampett would come home with.
Fortunately the Nan showed up at the table, and the subject changed. But what do you think, dear readers?
I found this old picture that has just about the same nail color Mistress is now sporting:
Labels:
clothes pins,
nail polish,
nipple clamps
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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.
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.
Labels:
pussy worship
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Monday, December 17, 2012
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 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:
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Labels:
cuckold,
narcissistic mothers
Femdom couple interested in and expoloring the cuckold dynamic.
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