One Reason to Welcome Cold Weather....

Mistress and slave are down to less than 24 hours before beginning our great end of year escape to our SW hideaway. We've been cramming lots of work and family activities into these last few days, almost at an exhausting pace.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, Mistress was locked up in some marathon meetings with a client, involving not only her Grand Dommish Mother but also that neighbor we've written about from time to time, who "discovered" that a certain sex blog he had been reading was authored by some sexually overactive suburban neighbors down the street.

Mistress and he must have had a little time for a private chat during these meetings....

"He says he's still reading the blog, Slave....."

Let's hope he's still enjoying our relatively mundane adventures.

And while its been unseasonably cold in River City over the last two weeks, there is one advantage:

Mistress had been in her sexyt tights and boots when dressed up for work, which always presses slave's buttons..

"An older black minister at my meeting came up to me and said I look like Bett Midler, Slave...."

"Is that a good thing?"

"That's what I asked him..... he said he always thought Bett Midler was hot...."

Well I said he was older, but I suppose it's good to know that "men of the cloth" find Mistress as appealing as I do.

In any event, Mistress did stop by the office late yesterday afternoon before we headed to yet another holiday reception. And after a long day of "brain storming", it was only natural that she would want some relaxation therapy.

In fact, it seemed to be the first thing on her mind when she stepped into my office.

Of course, I was happy to accommodate, sliding the chair against the door, and laying that absorbent blanket on the seat. She quickly wriggled one leg out of boot and tights and panties, giving her kneeling slave an all access pass to those immaculately clean shaven folds. And nibbling and sucking away for a  few minutes until she had her little late afternoon cum was realizing for me too, getting my mind off of some tedious document review I had been buried in for a few hours.

When the juices settled Mistress reassembled her wardrobe and I slid the chair back where it belonged, only to discover that my assistant had slid two letters I had dictated under my door while we were otherwise engaged.

Let's hope she was not listening too hard when she discovered her boss's door was inexplicably closed. And her discretion in not knocking makes me inclined to enhance her Christmas bonus.

Does Sex Make You Prettier?

How Having Sex Makes You Prettier

In lieu of actually blogging, I thought I would toss this out there: an article I noticed that describes how lots of sex can enhance one's outer attractiveness. And all of this seems to apply to my beloved Mistress, who is, even as I type, getting a nice beauty rest, though I am not sure whether her ability to sleep long and hard most nights has anything to do with the worship she received last evening in the executive suite here at UCTMW World HQ.

But how does this apply to guys, one has to wonder?
Well, it hasn't given me long and bushy hair. Slave's lid is increasingly sparse these days, which seems something that is inherited rather than keyed to my sex life.

But I do think I look relatively spry for a guy who just turned 63 otherwise. I am truly a pampered house Slave.

But how does this theory of sex related youthful appearance apply to you poor guys who's Mistresses subscribe to long periods of abstinence, maybe cock cage enforced?

Do you start to develop premature lines? Droopy skin? Hair loss? premature dementia?

Maybe someone needs to do a study.

Yuletide Blitzkrieg

Things have been quiet on these pages over the last few days because Mistress and Slave have been too harried to engage in much more than maintenance sex..... Slave even had an unscheduled abstinence day on Monday, what between Mistress having to wake up early for one of those crazy 8 am meetings that only old guys with no sex life schedule, and a busy daytime and evening schedule that got us home later than normal.

I suppose we were a little overoptimistic when we decided to take that long weekend at our SW hideaway, and then plan to head back there for the holidays  this coming Friday. That left us with about 11 days to finish up our year's work and cram in all those familial and social holiday rituals that are the cost of doing business for children, parents, grandparents, friends, etc. Over the weekend alone our older cute Co-Ed passed through the house before heading off for a holiday with a friend and her family to the South, and my daughter and cute grandsons came over for dinner and an early Christmas celebration.

So it seems like since last Tuesday we've been on an endless cycle of present wrapping, dinners, lunches, and work related meetings that won't end.

Yikes.

Luckily, Mistress was able to stop by my office yesterday afternoon, after she joined a luncheon I have each year for some of my long suffering clients. There was even time for her to wriggle one leg out of her black boots and tights so I could perform a bit of mid-afternoon worship, the door closed to my potentially nosy colleagues bustling up and down the hallway. With my head pressed between those firm thighs, it seemed to be the first moment of the day Slave could relax and contemplate what makes life special, rather than just hectic and crazy.

And as she sat in my office working on her computer as I caught up on some emails between social engagements, she also checked in with Jay. It seems they have a final "lunch" scheduled Thursday before we hit the road for our year end trip to the SW. 

I'm sure Jay will appreciate an appropriate holiday celebration with Mistress too.

Slave Put on Hold

Mistress and Slave did finally make it home after a long travel day on Monday, finally hitting the pillows back at the UCTMW World HQ at around 2 am on Tuesday morning.

So it should be no surprise that when Slave struggled out of bed to get to work a few short hours later, wake-up sex was not the first order of business. I figured I would let Mistress sleep in. And by the end of a long work day on Tuesday, the energy level was also a little low, though no so low that I forgot to worship Mistress's freshly shaven folds.  At least she deserved some attention by then.

Wednesday morning was a bit of a repeat. Slave was ready for some action before climbing into the shower, but Mistress was fast asleep when I came upstairs after soaking up some coffee.

I figured it would be rude to wake her. Later she called me at work to reassure me that she would have been happy to indulge her Slave's carnal needs.

"But you were asleep, Mistress.... It would have been like date rape or something...."

But what I had overlooked yesterday morning was that Mistress had arranged a lunch date with Jay, her back on again "side dish". Sure enough they ate out (down the street at a local chile joint) and then "ate in".... back here at the UCTMW World HQ.

"I wasn't sure he'd have time Slave..... but.... well, I think he missed me...."

No doubt.

All this action, combined with my "long" period of abstinence  had gotten Slave more anxious to climb into the sack with Mistress when I got home from work.  But there was more...

"our cute co-ed says she's coming home to drop some things off in 15 minutes, Slave.... so no sex just yet....."

Dang.

So instead of a Mistress starter, Slave was whipping up some gnocchi for the three of us last night.  But the filling dinner and a glass of red could not deter me once the little darling headed back to campus.

Mistress was very obliging, even though I have a feeling that an hour in bed with her athletic lover at lunch time probably had her a little tuckered out.

Now that is devotion.