A Special Day for Our Senior Correspondent

Dear UCTMW friends,

Do you know what special day it is today?

Any idea of what I am dreaming of covering in chocolate, licking and sucking clean,  then repeating over and over again until some "cream" comes out to join the party?

Donna

Senior Correspondent

Mistress and Slave on Ice

Mistress was able to find an opening in her busy schedule for some afternoon nooky with her lover Jay on Thursday.  So when I came home Thursday night she had that "well fucked" look on her face, and even allowed me to have a taste of the residue mingling with her own sweet juices in her clean shaven folds.

"Can you taste anything different, Slave?" she asked, after I had soothed an extra cum out of her.

"Hmmm.... yes, Mistress. A little extra salty taste maybe...."

Sadly, I've never been the sort of natural juices connoisseur who can come up with flowery phraseology to describe the impressions made upon my taste buds.

Unfortunately, the wake up sex generously allowed by Mistress on Friday morning may be the last time Slave has for some sexual release until the middle of this coming week. Mistress had a minor medical procedure Friday afternoon (performed by the MD who got to enjoy her 'walk of shame" a few week weeks back). All went well, but her clean shaven folds are on the injured reserve list at least until Wednesday, when we head for France with our older cute Co-Ed.

Of course, all this abstinence is nothing new to lots of you out there. Your typical married middle aged couple probably only have sex once or twice a week anyway.  But 4 days without sex at the UCTMW World HQ is quite an abberation. If not an abomination!

Mistress finally was shaking off the aftereffects of the anesthesia this afternoon, as Slave prepared to watch the local Pussycats take on Johnny Football.

"I'm kind of horny, Slave....."

Slave can take a hint.  I persuaded her to let me to provide a little surface therapy with the tip of my tongue. Believe me, no arm twisting was required. 

"I don't think the doctor said 'no orgams' slave....."

I proceeded gently, not wanting to press Mistress's luck. Fortunately, she seemed able to cope with my delicate ministrations until they had the desired effect.

"Ummm.... that was nice, Slave....."

Let's hope this did not setback her recovery.

Slave is getting a little horny too.

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!