Leprecock

The hardest part of writing today's entry was picking a suitable headline to describe Mistress's odd discovery yesterday afternoon.

She had been out late for a client dinner Thursday evening, so our day started a little later than normal Friday morning, with Slave endeavoring to provide her some wake-up pleasure before we both headed off to work. She seemed to have a busy work day planned - more clients at lunch time, back to the office, then we would both "hook-up" at a local watering hole with a couple Mistress had discovered through her AM "shopping" in the last week.

So Slave was a little surprised to get a call around 2:30 pm at my office from Mistress.

"Slave.... you'll probably think I'm crazy but I'm going over to your fellow alum's house.... he's been badgering me to come by the last few days, and well.... I'm tired of working...."

"I guess that's better than 'shopping therapy', Mistress."

This was the guy she'd met for drinks Tuesday evening - The golfer who'd been on scholarship 20 years after I graduated. Mistress had shared a few of his cute, urgent and flirtatious sexts with me. He clearly wasn't inclined to wait until Tuesday night if he could persuade Mistress to drop by any sooner. But he had shown a respectful reserve - no cock shots taken via the bathroom mirror from this guy.

And apparently he was an effective salesman, unlike the erstwhile Latin Lover who she had kicked to the curb.

I made sure Mistress took at least a few safety precautions, including giving me his name and address. But it's hard not to trust a fellow alum, right?  ( At least he didn't go to USC.... or Boston College for that matter).

I suppose it was fortunate that Mistress had made these plans "on the fly", since otherwise, Slave would have been caged and a little more on edge than normal as I awaited her update.

And sure enough, she came back on the radar screen at around 4:45 pm, calling me as she drove away from her little suburban rendezvous.

"You won't believe this Slave.... his cock looks just like yours!"

"Hmmm.... so he's got the standard issue Fighting Irish equipment?"

"Exactly.... it was hard not to laugh...."

Well not that her work-a-day cock is laughable.... at least I hope. And it sure looks good when tricked out with one of those gold helmets!

"Ladies and Gentlemen.... the cock of the Fighting Irish."

I couldn't help but start humming the fight song.

After some office worship/clean-up duty behind my closed office door, I debriefed her further over a cocktail at a crowded downtown bar as we waiting for our meet and greet with Shane and Bridget (was this Irish Week for Mistress?).

"It was fun, Slave.... he's a nice, funny guy.... and we watched the Masters a bit. He's played that course and knew a lot of the players from his competitive days. Interesting stories."

"But what about the sex, Mistress....did he satisfy your needs on a Friday afternoon?"

"He did Slave.... I did some cock riding... and he had me suck his cock. Could you taste the cum on my lips?"

"Uhhhh.... no..... I guess I missed that....."

"And how does he rank so far among your lovers?"

"I guess he falls into the "OK... but not great" category, at least so far...."

"Could this be another one-and-done, Mistress.... that is so ND, at least in the NCAA Men's bracket".

I'm not sure Mistress got the allusion. She's not much of a basketball fan.

"We'll see Slave...."

'Then again, if the point of all this is to provide a little variety for Mistress, what's the point of doing it with a cock that's just like mine...."

"You have a point, Slave."

We'll save the evenings further developments with Shane and Bridget for tomorrow morning's post.

Iron Domme

Earlier this week as the news broke about the death of the former Prime Minister, Slave could not help recalling a song written by Elvis Costello back during her reign called "Tramp the Earth Down". It was a political protest song classic, written by Elvis Costello, with some stirring similes and metaphors. I mean how can you resist, "When England was the whore of the world, Margaret was her Madam".  The thrust was that the singer was only hoping to still be around on the day Margaret died so he could "tramp the earth down". ( In fairness to him, he did say he hoped she lived long....)

And the song was a particular favorite of my brother, a devotee of labor and Irish nationalism, who, sadly, did not live to see that particular day himself.

So it was natural that I thought of that old song, and posted it here (and on my facebook page too, btw) on Monday.

I did get a little pushback though, particularly from a commenter who labeled herself "Feminist", who suggested that the song and my posting of it  was just another example of  guys picking on a strong woman. Well, I didn't think of it that way: I sure admire other "strong women", including Mistress. And in the political realm, there's Golda Meir or Hillary to think of, who's grown on me over the last few years.

And I never thought of Maggie as a feminist. There is that quote in which she says "feminism is poison" that comes to mind. It seemed that she saw "equality" as the enemy of "freedom", and was famous for a cabinet where she was the only woman at the table.

Indeed, if there ever was a political "Domme" it would seem to be England's first female prime minister, who seemed to have a sadistic edge,  taking particular relish in belittling and humiliating her male opponents and colleagues. When she warned George H. W. Bush that he shouldn't go all "wobbly" on Saddam, wasn't that a a bit of public humiliation, questioning his manhood in an effort to get him to invade Iraq?

But in any event, I stumbled on a video yesterday showing that its not just the guys who have been throwing a little extra dirt on Maggie's grave these last few days.  Here is Glenda Jackson, MP's stirring Parliamentary Tribute to the Iron Domme from the debate over a proclamation in her honor. If you can, stick around for the pronouncement from the Speaker that she was not "out of order"

(Here is a link to the video: Glenda Jackson on Margaret Thatcher. )

So now that we've put her to rest, so to speak, let's move onto what is up with Mistress's current quest for a little outside entertainment.

As mentioned here yesterday, she had arranged an after work "date" with a somewhat younger fellow who disclosed in their correspondence that he had attended my alma mater., though 20 years after me. Small world!

I anxiously awaited news from my office on how her date was going, at a bar just down the street.  She ultimately texted around 6:30 pm that she was 'on her way". So what was the verdict?

"He was interesting, Slave... must have gone there on a golf scholarship. Had funny stories about golfing with Lou Holtz when he was being recruited." Of course, when I was there Ara Parseghian was the football coach and the game of golf had not yet been invented.

Enough of an impression was left that Mistress has arranged to see this young gentleman next Tuesday evening. And he was texting semi-salacious messages to her last night. So we will see how that develops.

"He's says he's not big on compliments, and is not all that open emotionally, Slave...."

"Yeah, sounds like your typical ND grad....but at least he recognizes his shortcomings."

"I told him no worries.....I am used to the whole Irish Catholic thing...."

In the meantime, there are two other potential suitors in the Q, awaiting that first "meet and greet". Once again this is getting a little crazy.

Stay tuned....

How Not to Use Your Work Email Account

A few things popped up yesterday worth sharing on any sex blog worth it's salt. Like this piece in the Washingtonian, about a sex scandal at the high priced Sidwell Friends' School in DC, where the kids of the rich famous and presidential have attended for decades, including the current first kids.

It's a tale of cuckoldry reminding us once again that if you are a school psychologist, it's not a smart idea to  use your  work email account to send salacious emails to the mother of one of the kids you are "counseling". Here's a choice passage to mull over:
 

During the course of the affair, Huntington [the school psychologist] sent a number of sexually explicit e-mails to Mehrbach [the mom] from his Sidwell account—sometimes in the middle of the workday. His e-mails, according to Newmyer’s complaint, graphically recounted their encounters, including oral and anal sex, role-playing, and “manic rubbing and touching when [Huntington is] under the influence.”

In a March 4, 2010, exchange excerpted in Newmyer’s complaint, Huntington e-mailed Mehrbach expressing his desire “to be busy with [her] body,” and when she called to discuss it but didn’t reach him, his follow-up e-mail explained why: “Your call enabled me to kick out some 8th grade girls from my room. They were winners from Twin Day, so they were eating their prizes in here and talking about male P.E. teachers that try to hit on them.”

At the time of that e-mail—and for much of the duration of the affair during the 2009-2010 school year—Huntington taught sex education to Sidwell sixth graders, during which time First Daughter Malia Obama was in the sixth grade. Typically, the class is mandatory for all sixth graders, according to former students.

In one of the e-mails included in the complaint, Huntington wonders whether he should discuss the affair with Newmyer’s daughter. “Do I talk about masturbating on your face or your marital situation with Terry . . . ? Decisions, decisions, decisions.”

It’s even better that somehow Bob Woodward and his wife are embroiled in this, trying to keep some of their own emails with the school off the public record. Is there a Deep Throat involved in this tawdry affair? And why couldn’t the Plaintiff have embraced his role as cuckold and let the good times role?

Then there was this other piece highlighting the return of Mad Men, a favorite here at the UCTMW World HQ: Mad Men Creator Sheds Light on Don Draper's SM Sex Drive. 

In the article the show's producer / writer ponders whether male slut Draper, a favorite of Mistress as the ultimate sexy bad boy, really craves a Domme who could rein him in and truly fulfill his need to be  under a strong woman's thumb. Maybe next season?

Finally, on a personal note, I better get upstairs for some wake-up sex with Mistress and determine whether or not this is a cage day. That was the original plan before Mistress cancelled her assignation with a certain LL, since kicked to the curb for the sin of hubris.

But it turns out Mistress has already refilled the day's dance card, arranging for an after work getting to know you drink with another potential suitor. What's odd about this one is that he actually attended Slave's alma mater, which came up when he shared a photo of himself in one of this ubiquitous ND shirts.  

Of course, it's unlikely we know one another since he graduated about 20 years after this aging alum.

What I did not confirm was whether Mistress wants her Slave caged for the day while awaiting reports on how things go with them. (And I know what some of you out there are already thinking.)

Catch and Release

Here in River City we've been reading with some amusement the comments and commentary from Suzanne and the WC that Slave should be relegated to more cage time and fewer cums. You can catch the drift here.

Of course, every Domme has her own management style. I suppose I am quite fortunate that Mistress has not adopted the "spare the cage spoil the sub" approach that some adopt. Usually, my "cage time" is saved for those days when we drive to work separately, or when Mistress has other particularlized security concerns. Or wants to make a point. As an example, the other night, when she had an early Saturday evening engagement with a potential suitor, she had me "cage up" as a bit of a tease, releasing me later in the evening. But she has never required Slave to sleep in the cage, which from my perspective can be danged uncomfortable.

(In a few months, Mistress is going on an exotic trip with her mother and our daughters to the Far East for 13 days. She has yet to determine what security measures will be in place then.....maybe we need to find a proper 'key holder'?)

As for caged worship.... you will be happy to know that on my "cage days" the routine is that I worship her prior to any release. In other words, whether I am released is typically contingent on whether I please her properly. That seems more than fair, doesn't it?

And we certainly try to maintain a imbalanced cum ratio here as well, whether Slave is in or out of his cage.  My guess is that it is an average of 3-1 in favor of Mistress, not counting when she is involved with another lover, and she has a larger edge.

Of course, some of you poor Slaves out there may be going days (or weeks) at a time without a little release.

Bummer.

Yes, I know I am overly pampered in comparison. But Mistress seems to adopt the approach that says keeping her Slave frequently "milked" of those excess bodily fluids keeps me a more docile and co-operative Slave. Yes, it is a little different, but vive le difference!

Speaking of other lovers, Mistress has decided to throw her potential "frighteningly hot" Latin Lover back in the AM pond. Over the weekend she did a little more due diligence and deliberation, and concluded that this one, though tempting, was not worth her valuable time and energy.

And while it is her call, certainly, I must say that as her counselor on such matters, I fully concur.

LL works for a large and well known locally headquartered consumer goods company. The same one where "Mr. Perfect Cock" and Nick, another dude you may recall from last fall works. Not like they know one another. It's a huge company. But they all seem to come from the same mold. After they make "the sale', they seem to lose focus and move onto the next prospective customer. Not much of a bedside manner, so to speak.

Mistress's sense of LL was that once she had agreed to meet him at our house for an intimate little get together tomorrow, he marked her as "sold" in his ledger and lost the energy that had made her even consider someone so young and otherwise not her "type",  Further, her investigation of him via linked in and facebook made her realize that he did not have much to share with her other than a 35 year old cock. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!)

The trouble with Facebook is that it can sometimes reveal a little too much.

Sure, some folks like guys with a "man cave" in their faux tudor ex-urban McMansion with three big screen plasma TVs on one wall. But Mistress's own bias is someone who curls up with a book now and again.

"There would be nothing to talk about after he fucks me, Slave", was the tone of her verdict on LL.

Not surprisingly, LL was a little disconcerted when he discovered he had lost the sale he already had booked. Let's hope he didn't post it for shareholders in the quarterly report.

"He'll get over it Mistress.... but you'll always be the hot cougar who got away for him.... a little humility could be good for the guy."

Mistress already has a couple of new prospects she was e mailing with last night to fill her dance card.

And the good news for Slave: I guess Wednesday won't be a cage day after all!