Friday, August 16, 2013

Slave Dines In. Mistress Eats Out.

Yesterday, a little before noon, Mistress sashayed into my office, with only a few minutes to spare before a lunch engagement just across the street.

"I don't have long, Slave."

No time for idle chit-chat. Slave shut the door, slid her "throne" up against it, and spread the nice absorbent maroon blanket over its upholstery.

If that blanket could talk!

Slave was soon on his knees, for an early "munch". Not exactly at my desk, but in very close proximity.


Once Mistress had her fill, she was off to her more formal luncheon. Hopefully this was a healthy diversion that only piqued her appetite.

"Thanks for the lick, Slave", was the text message I got later in the afternoon.

Just in a day's work for a pampered house Slave.


Thursday, August 15, 2013

Equal Time Thursday: For Submissive Women and Their Authoritarian Doms

Yesterday I stumbled upon this article -How to Be a Perfect Nazi Wife - about the Wives Training Camps in Nazi Germany organized by the highest ranking lady Nazi - a woman named Gertrude Scholtz-Klink (No, not Kink, but Klink - no apparent relation to the Colonel). The goal was to have some basic training for good Arayan women aspiring to marry SS officers or other guys with pull in the Reich.

The article mentions training in most of the "domestic arts":

  Scholtz-Klink’s schools were attended by girlfriends and fiancĂ©es of SS officers and other Nazi functionaries, who were instructed in the basics of “washing, cooking, child care and home design.”  They also received training in how to entertain at cocktail parties and proper topics of conversation. They were also taught “special knowledge of race and genetics.” Himmler wanted the schools to produce ideal German wives in order to guarantee a “strong family life to create a strong, pure nation.”  He viewed women principally as breeders to bear and raise Aryan children for the future of the Reich. Himmler signed a decree in 1936, three years after Hitler came to power, ordering women who wished to marry SS members to sign up for the course.

Not surprisingly, women with Jewish or Gypsy heritage were not encouraged to apply for such training.

Ms. Klink referred to women as "The Secret Queens of the Reich", but  no where does the article  mention their proper role when their SS hubby comes back from a hard day of loading rail cars or looting art collections, takes off the swastika arm band and jack boots, and wants to "unwind".  Did they offer up their breasts or asses for some corporal punishment, or did they pick up the riding crop and give hubby a taste of their own medicine, but with a "happy ending"?

Wouldn't it be interesting to get a glimpse at that part of their curriculum? But you have to admit they look fetching in their skimpy shifts and ballet slippers. If they had reality TV back in the 1940's,  I suspect HBO would have done a "Hard Knocks - Nazi Edition" at this training camp.

Speaking of hard work days, Mistress has been working double duty this week - leaving one job and already starting another one (please don't tell her boss!). It had her out later than usual last night, dining with a new client.

Once home, she was at the accumulated email for another hour or so.

Slave finally persuaded her to relax, with some oral worship that had her moaning with pleasure and pumping her hips against her Slave's lips and tongue.  But when she had her fill, and asked "are you horny Slave", I could tell she was a little too tired after that long day to indulge her "work-a-day" cock.

"I can wait until morning, Mistress....."

I wonder if that lesson was taught at Nazi Wives Training Camp?

While this broke our "two-a-day" streak, sometimes even a pampered house Slave has to know when not to press his luck.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Science Wednesday: Dommes in their (Natural) Domain

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Those of you with a scientific bent, might be interested in an article I stumbled on yesterday in the Washington Post (Lust, Monkeys and the Science of Human desire), which provides some validation for the Domme / sub lifestyle that is a theme that we write about here at UCTMW. Is it really so unusual? Or is a female led sexual dynamic more typical than conventional thinking might persuade us?

The article focuses on a researcher who has studied the behaviors of rhesus monkeys – the type we used to launch into space because of their proximity to humankind. It turns out that that male scientists who concluded years ago that in the primate world males were the sexual aggressors were not watching closely enough.

Instead, it was the ladies who ruled the roost, and they weren’t just satisfied with one “provider”:


There, in Asian mountains or lowland forests, adult males lurked at the edges of female-run domains. The females invited them in to serve sexually. The males remained — desirable, dispensable — until the females lost interest in them. Then they were dismissed, replaced. In his compounds, Wallen removed the breeders and introduced new males about every three years, the time it took for their charms to wane, for the frequency of their copulations — almost always female-initiated — to fade.

This sounds like a society that us submissive guys, and you Domme ladies, might relate to, doesn’t it?

And when the subject turns to what happens after the lady of the house gets her first round of fucking for the day, well, that just primes her for more – even if that first partner is now rolling over for a snooze:


Her fulfillment was short-lived. Within minutes, she was hounding him again. At other moments, she might have moved on to the other male. “She has sex,” Wallen said, about rhesus females on the whole, “and when he goes into his post-ejaculatory snooze, what does she do? She immediately gets up and goes off and finds another.”

Sounds like just another day over at All Mine, doesn’t it? I mean, just because one guy is now zoned out, doesn’t mean the lady of the castle needs to go back to her knitting, does it?

So does this research mean that every housewife is an inner Domme?


Tracking the action of the compound, he asked himself, as he had so many times, whether any of this applies to humans and whether “because of social conventions and imperatives, women frequently don’t act on or even recognize the intensity of motivation that monkeys obey.” His decades of study spanned the human as well as the rhesus realm. He answered, “I feel confident that this is true.”
He didn’t mean to imply perfect correspondence between Deidrah and the average woman. There was too much complexity for that sort of equation. Like lots of current research on human and animal sexuality, Wallen’s work with our close ancestors calls into question conventional assumptions, among them that women have innately lower and less raw sex drives than men, and that while men have been programmed by evolution to spread their cheap seed, to be promiscuous, women, relatively speaking, are genetically compelled to seek out one good man and are at least somewhat well suited to monogamy.
Such notions may be soothing for society — that half the population is somehow biologically designed to serve the interests of stability. But scientists studying female sexuality — from the lusts of Deidrah and other monkeys to the desires of human women, measured in laboratory tests of genital blood flow and explored in longitudinal research covering decades in women’s lives — are starting to suggest that maybe we haven’t allowed ourselves much knowledge about what women want.


So,  for all you sub guys still on the hunt for the Domme of your dreams, don't give up hope. It may be there are more of them out there than you think.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Two-a-Days

It's training camp time here in River City for our local PussyCats. Hope springs eternal, and Slave has particular interest in our first draft choice, who hales from my alma mater.  The new players' contract seems to have put an end to the macho two-a-day practice regime in the hot August sun. Instead, the practice is limited to three hours, with minimal contact, and lots of "classroom" work. Maybe my nickname for the team is even more appropriate. But here at the UCTMW World HQ we are on a streak of three two-sex-a-day encounters.

"You're kind of horny this weekend, Slave.... what's up?"

"Hmmm.... not sure, Mistress, I mumbled, after Mistress gave me permission to cum once again."

This was Sunday afternoon. There had been our typical frisky wake-up sex already that morning, with Slave treating Mistress to a little starter cum with her favorite power tool, before proceeding to the main event.

Then there was a bike ride, a lavish breakfast Mistress prepared, some time in the sun reading the NY Times, a trip by Slave to the grocery, and, back in the Executive Suite, by late afternoon.... well Slave was in the mood for a little more than worship.

Yesterday, Mistress worked from home, and Slave headed to the office after our wake-up sex rituals were complete.

I was home by 6 pm, but the good news was that one of the Co-Ed's had an appointment at the Apple Store (another replace my phone scam), which left a little time before Slave prepared dinner.

I slipped out of my work attire, as Mistress was finishing up a document.  She had on one of those mid thigh, bare back tie-dye dresses she sports on a day at home, and looked particularly fetching.

"Anything on your calendar right now, Mistress?"

Soon we were back in beg.... Mistress had lost her tie-dye dress, and some fervent worship was rewarded with a little late afternoon indulgence.

"What's with you Slave?  all this energy?"

"Maybe I'm just whipping myself into shape for the re-emptying of the nest, Mistress.... "

It's nice that it coincides with football season.