Mistress and Slave "Pre-Game" Before a Downtown Holiday Party

Mistress and Slave had a holiday office party to attend downtown yesterday at the end of the workday. Fortunately, Mistress had a little slack in her busy schedule and was able to stop by my office for some personal attention and therapeutic ministrations before heading to our holiday frolic.

When she arrived, she found my office door closed. (Probably because I had a conference call earlier and did not want to disturb my colleagues).

Slave heard a discrete knock.

When I opened the door, I found her lovely visage - black dress, boots and tights, tasteful Southwestern jewelry - all decked out for the holiday party.

"Hmmmm.... door closed, Slave? ..... I thought you might be worshiping someone else before I arrived...."

Now that was worth a giggle. But at least it made clear what Mistress had on her mind as she sauntered into my office.

"Guess what, Slave.... I wore my special tights for you."

"Yum".

Slave slid her throne against the door. Spread out a blanket to absorb all those luscious juices, and fell to my knees as Mistress spread her legs for me.  Her "special" tights, with their strategically placed aperture, eliminate the need for all that fumbling with boots and undies, allowing her slave to efficiently get on task. They are the next best thing to email and the pdf when it comes to promoting an aging professional's productivity!

Plus feeling the smooth fabric of those black tights against the sides of my face while I placed my lips and tongue on task pushed all the kinky buttons of my tights fetish.

It seemed that Mistress fully enjoyed my efforts, sighing with the impact of a little pre-party cum before we headed out into the damp and chilly night for some holiday conviviality.

Slave Plays Pinch Hitter

Mistress and Slave did make it home successfully, trading bright SW sunshine for the damp and gloom of December in River City. I have a theory that our ancestors adapted the quaint habit of stringing brightly colored light bulbs around their homes and shrubs during this month not to celebrate the birth of some child 2014 years ago in what we now call Palestine, but simply to relieve the gloom. What I don't understand is why the bright lights get taken down before March.

Mistress had made plans on Tuesday night to spend the night with her lover J. It had been more than a week since she had a chance to sample his more athletic sexual stylings. Add that to the fact that we were both readjusting to the time shift and had no wake-up sex before work on Tuesday, and I'm sure Mistress was more than ready to exploit J's talents.

But at around 2 pm I got the call from Mistress that her evening's plans had been cancelled.

"His child care arrangements fell through, Slave....."

I could tell she was a bit disappointed.  And I suspect J was even more let down. It might be hard for them to find another window of opportunity before we head to Europe for the holidays.

I responded that I would do my best to fill in for him. (I guess I could have volunteered to take J's son for the night, but I'm not sure that would have gone over too well with the son!).

I had made alternative dinner plans with my cute grandsons. So it wasn't until 7 pm or so that I got home. Mistress was already home, working a little later on some projects.

But rest assured that before the evening was over, Slave did his best to deliver at least a few cums for Mistress -- one while massaging those clean shaven folds while we caught up with one of our favorite cable shows. And at least a couple more in the UCTMW executive suite.

Mistress made it clear that I should insert "your device" - the aneros - which assures a particularly sprightly cock for her "pinch hitter".. And while I'm sure that my more slow and tender sexual approach could not duplicate a wild and crazy night with J, at least she won't be waking up with a sore back!

Femdom Hits the Times

Mistress and slave are returning all too quickly to River City today, after a final day of bright sunshine and two-a-day sex. The gloom of the midwest awaits, though we will only be there for about a week before heading "across the pond" to visit our daughter "studying" in France for the holidays.

Yesterday, I unearthed Mistress's favorite power tool to give her a special treat before we joined some friends for dinner. She seemed to enjoy a little variety from my devoted tongue, and after a vibrant and quavering cum, she gave her slave permission to fuck her.  You can bet I took full advantage of the opportunity.

Otherwise, I tried to be on my best behavior, the smack of the riding crop on my tender aging ass still fresh in my memory.

I did note an interesting article that I shared with Mistress while perusing the NY Times on line. The Sunday Style section has long featured a column called "Modern Love". with guest writers sharing tales of romance and heartbreak that usually border on the overly sentimental, and not particularly "modern" at all. At least in this slave's perspective.

But yesterday there was a strangely amusing tale from a woman who was approached via OKCupid by a guy who wanted to be her "houseboy". What emerges is a funny tale of this lady trying to play the Domme for a guy in return for him driving her to Ikea and maybe cleaning her apartment.

Not sure why he approached her. And she may not be particularly mainstream either, since she confesses to having a video series on YouTube featuring her lolling in her bathtub smoking cigarettes, drinking marinis and singing karaoke. Check it out here: Ladies of Leisure .

While it isn't a particularly sexy tale, it's worth a read if only to see Femdom take a slight bow in our nation's "paper of record".  Here's the link: Houseboy Wanted to Serve Me. There's even a cute video that goes with it.  The conclusion appears to be that she was just not that Domme-ish. Even if she did do her best in order to get some housework done.

Justice Delayed, But Not Denied

Here at the UCTMW SW Annex we had another nearly perfect day: tender wake-up sex, sun drenched skiing above the cloud cover, and participating on some local holiday rituals.

In particular, we enjoyed joining the locals for a farolito lit stroll down an old historic street of adobes, galleries and museums. Then we joined folks for a Christmas tree lighting at an old bar restaurant where our friend, a local troubadour, was singing "Feliz Navidad" along with the whole collection of holiday standards. Mistress and Slave slipped out early for a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant owned by the Italaian gentleman  Mistress had met (and flirted a bit with I might add) on friday evening. It's fair to say he was happy to see her!

Of course, the shops in the little downtown were open, with lots of encouragement to "buy local". But I'm not sure whether the folks on my gifting list would fully understand the gifts on display:

And of course the town square was all lit up to attract the shoppers:

By now you might be saying. "Hey, Mick,  this is supposed to be a Femdom sex blog, not some  tedious promo for the local tourist bureau!" So I will roll the clock back a bit to Saturday afternoon.

We had spent a few hours on the slope and knew that a rest period was in order before setting out on our evening of holiday gawking. I was snuggled up against Mistress, just dozing off when she abruptly threw off the comforter.

"I've made an executive decision, Slave..... I'm getting the riding crop...."

Oops.  What about that nap?

True to her word, Mistress retrieved her crop from the cowboy boot converted to scabbard, and pulled the sheet off my naked ass as I struggled back to consciousness.

I came fully awake as the first blow landed on my awaiting posterior. I was way too dumb, sleepy and/or complaint to put up any resistance as a total of 12 stinging blows rained down upon me. (Apparently I was alert enough to count).

Somewhere after #2 she reminded me of the reason for my punishment.

"This is because you were a dick yesterday, and snapped at me ...."

"I am truly sorry, Mistress....I was out of line....."

She heartily agreed, and properly vented her disapproval on my helpless bottom. I suspect it was red and striped by the time she was done. Fortunately, she did not insist on a photo op to show the rest of you.

When my full punishment was meted out she showed mercy, though.

"You may worship me now, Slave."

I happily complied, burying my face betwixt those powerful and toned thighs and applying my skills to assure a proper cum or too.

Then she graciously allowed me to take my own pleasure.

Not surprisingly, her cock was fully primed when the opportunity was presented.

"I think you actually liked that cropping slave....."

"Well I can't say I  enjoyed it while it was happening, Mistress..... but it did have a certain effect...."