What is It About Mistress and Scorpios?

Here at the UCTMW World HQ, Mistress and Slave more than made up for the absence of Monday morning "wake up" sex with some long, sumptuous and fervent early evening sex once both of us made it home from work.  As the sun set outside our window, we extended our fucking from dusk into darkness. By the time this old Slave had been given permission to cum, it was an open question as to whether we would ever get out of bed to whip up some dinner.

Unfortunately, Mistress has another very early morning today, with a road trip for work to lands south of the Mason Dixon line. She may not be home until late tonight, so there is a good chance last night's extended session will be the last either one of us get until tomorrow morning.

Of course, Slave has his own instructions.

"You're in the cage today, Slave....."

"Of course, Mistress."

She's already on the road, but Slave will make sure to text her a photo of me in said cage before I head to the office. (I suspect some of you are rolling your eyes at our 'honor system"?)

But the real subject of today's blog is not seeking your sympathy for a day in the cage, but the odd coincidence that Mistress's slave and her two other lovers all have birthdays this week!

Today is J's birthday.  Mistress announced last night that she's taking Jay to dinner on Thursday night to "celebrate". Somehow I suspect that Jay will get a little nicer Birthday treat than dinner at Chipotles.

Slave's birthday is Friday.  We are driving up to the shores of Lake Michigan for a romantic weekend and a football game at my alma mater. (Apparently we may need our snow boots!)

Saturday is K's birthday. K is Mistress's current "backburner" who occasionally emerges for some work day nooky when the spirit moves him, and Mistress is also in her cougar mood.

But, tell me what are the odds that all of Mistress's lovers would share a birthday week?   If anyone can explain what's going on please let this unimaginative Slave know.

Mistress Gets Some "Worship" Before Her Early Curtain Call

Mistress and Slave had a restful Sunday here in River City. The one advantage of the local Pussycats melting down under the  Thursday night lights was that there was no football game to distract Slave from attending to Mistress's needs on Sunday.

So there was plenty of lazing around in the executive suite with the Times, a bike ride, some movie watching, and a late afternoon nap followed by some hot sex before dinner time.

"Why not put in your device, Slave...."

I was happy to follow orders, inserting my well lubed aneros, and delivering Mistress the type of rigid and insistent cock that she deserves.

Sadly, it's one of those very early morning meeting days for Mistress.  So there was no time for Mistress to indulge me this morning. But since she slithered into her special peek-a-boo tights, there was both temptation and opportunity for some pre- 9 am worship here. And once Mistress had her "wake-up cum" she even rolled over for a short photo op, for me to share with my fellow tights fethishists.

Hope your Monday starts as well as ours did! But not as early.

Tights Season Kicks-Off

Slave has a bit of a fetish that goes back to my middle school years for ladies in tights, hose, stockings, you name it.

Mistress has some strict fashion rules: no tights until the weather turns cold. And who can really blame her when her legs look so hot au naturale.

So it was worth celebrating yesterday when Mistress finally decided that the weather had changed here in the heartland, and she popped out some sexy black tights to kick-off the season. Add in the fact that Mistress was able to drop by my office for some post-lunch worship and it was worth popping some Champagne!

But, sadly, that was the only cork that was going to pop, since Mistress had taken the precaution to make sure her slave's cock was locked up tight in cold, unyielding, stainless steel.

Regardless, I was able to relish Mistress pealing back her tights, and settling  onto her "throne" in my office, where I could  savor those sultry, musky flavors and use my lips and tongue to soothe and stimulate her clean shaven folds.

Later, at home, Mistress unlocked me, and I could worship once more, and admire Mistress's tight clad legs as, afterwords, I rested on her legs until we had to head out for a dinner engagement.

Unfortunately, there was no opportunity for me to unleash all that pent up sexual energy (and seed) last night.

But I have a feeling that's going to change this morning.

Mutual Consolation for Mistress and Her Lover

When we woke Wednesday morning, we scanned the papers and internet to get the full scope of the electoral carnage. Mistress was particularly disapointed about the Florida Governor's race/ The losing candidate there had once complemented Mistress on her tan, and Charlie knows his tanning!

Some post-election wake up sex got Slave sufficiently chipper to "move on" and head to the office on Wednesday morning. But before I left, Mistress mentioned that her lover, Jay, had returned home last night from a business trip, and that she could be persuaded to pay him a visit at lunch time.

Sure enough, as Slave was heading to lunch, I got a call from Mistress that she was on her way to his house, about 20 minutes from ours.

"He was on a rant about the election when I talked to him, Slave."
(Jay leans blue on the political spectrum, like we do).

"Well then you should go visit, Mistress.... you can lick each others' wounds."

As Mistress recounted the tale later that evening, with her Slave doing some licking of my own, there was plenty of mutual consolation.

"At first I thought this was going to be a chaste visit. He said he was tired.... and I was too.  But then, in a little while he changed his mind .....'I'm really horny for you Molly...' is how he explained his change of heart."

Well I doubt it was his heart so much as his cock, Mistress."

"It turned into raucous sex pretty quickly, Slave.... he was actually picking me up while he fucked me.... it almost hurt....."

"But did he make you cum, Mistress...."

"Of course he did, Slave...."

Meanwhile, Slave was devotedly salving Mistress's tender parts with my lips and tongue, hoping to relieve whatever lingering stress there might be from her 'raucous' lunch break.  Certainly the mingled flavors left behind created an intoxicating brew that still leaves me in the mood for some action of my own this morning, before another workday begins.

And while I was spared the cage yesterday - sort of a post-election consolation prize - Mistress was not quite as indulgent about today.

"I think it's a cage day for you tomorrow, Slave."

I've already got that infernal ring on.