Float Like a Butterfly and...

It's been one of those weeks here at the UCTMW World HQ.

One daughter off loaded to her bucolic college town... another suddenly whining about how she would really rather go somewhere else than where we plan to off load her on Sunday.

Mistress starting a new job, and juggling the demands of insistent clients.

Then, with all those balls in the air, on a late afternoon bike ride Wednesday with former fuck buddy Jay.... she gets stung on her forehead by a bee.

Oops. 

By the next morning, one side of her face is swollen and puffy, eye completely shut.

Not only does this upset the beautiful symmetry of her lovely face, it also throws an overly scheduled day into chaos.

"I'm not going out in public looking like this, Slave...."

"And you can't drive that way, in any event....."

(Slave is the practical one here).

So Slave went to work, and she conscripted one of the Mistresses in training to take her to the MD.

By the end of the day, and with some medication, the swelling had diminished some, giving her a little more vision in her eye.  We decided to go to dinner at a local restaurant, since our other dinner plans had gone up in flames.

But naturally, we ran into several friends and acquaintances, who, seeing Mistress's swollen eye,  started eying Slave with suspicion. I could hear them thinking "Did he clobber her?", since the affect on Mistress's face was about the same as someone who had been on the losing end of a bar fight. Fortunately, Mistress was happy to blame it on the bee. Otherwise, the local police would have been showing up at our door before the evening was out.

By yesterday, Mistress's face  was almost back into normal shape, and she resumed her jam packed schedule. It included a jazz concert in a local park by an extraordinary singer I'd never heard before.... a nice respite for Mistress and Slave to sit under a tree, enjoy the crowd and the music. And, as it turned out, the guy's hit song has a Femdom theme to it..... featuring a guy in a cage, with the babe dancing around him, taunting.... check it out: Be Good (Lion's Song).

When we got home, discovering that the nest was briefly empty, we made sure to exploit the opportunity, with Slave settling in for some devotional worship of her clean shaven folds, and Mistress indulging me afterwards with the opportunity to fuck her.

Now if we can only make it to Sunday evening.....

UCTMW FAN FICTION?

The folks over at The Long Bean have posted a short story based on the Sunday Switch provisions of the Mick and Molly contract, though I must say that this Slave is smart enough not to use my switch privileges as an excuse to deny Mistress her accustomed allotment of multiple orgasms on our switch days.

After all..... what's sauce for the goose can turn into an extra helping of sauce for the gander. (Wait, do I have my goose / gander genders confused?)

Summer's End

Summer has always been a more laid back time of year for Mistress and Slave.... but this summer?

Not so much.

Having gotten used to the luxury of the empty nest last school year, this summer seems like things are way too crowded and scheduled.

Too many dirty dishes stuffed into the sink at the end of the day.

Too much laundry for slave to do.

Too much "empty the dorm room and dump it here until fall" detritus about, filling our basement.

Too many people demanding use of our cars.

And of course, too little privacy cramping our peculiar sexual stylings.

Add that to Mistress going through the drama of leaving one job and starting another one, and Slave relocating his Mom and cleaning out her condo, and we're looking forward to fall here.

Thankfully, one daughter heads back to school on Thursday, and we drive another one East very early on Sunday morning.Then things should slow down to a more relaxed pace, including some time away at our Southwestern hideaway.

Of course, it's not like we've been celibate here.  Over the weekend there was time for our wake-up sex, and another session on Sunday afternoon, raising questions among the girls about we we "sleep so much".

"Your parents work hard during the week and need the weekends to rest up."

Mistress was pleased that her Slave remembered to get the 'baby oil gel" (our substitute for the WC's $50 an ounce high end lubricant) to use with some of her favorite toys. Sunday afternoon she commanded me put it to use.

"Go insert your aneros, Slave..... I want a very hard cock this afternoon!"

Who was I to say no. After all, Mistress is always right.

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.