Femdom Night at the Museum?

Yesterday, while the cute Co-Eds were sleeping in, Mistress and Slave took in a nearby museum devoted to Jewish heritage and life in Paris. After we wandered through the impressive (and heartbreaking) exhibits, we stepped into the Museum book store. My search for a gift to bring home to my grand-kids was quickly diverted when I noticed a book that seemed to focus on the idolatry of the female gender - or at least their feet.  Here's the cover:

And here are a couple of other illustrations:

Maybe someone more facile at French can interpret the cover for me?

But your correspondent is having trouble figuring how this inspiring guidebook ended up in the museum collection.

Now I'm going to get back to sucking on Mistress's toes.

Dispatch From the Right Bank

Mistress, Slave and their two cute Co-Eds are enjoying some family time here in the City of Light, which has been all lit up for the holidays.

We have been able to squeeze in some wake-up sex, but have had to be particularly stealthy about it so as to avoid annoying / embarrassing one daughter sleeping in the next room. Mistress seems pleased with my ministrations, but she's had to keep those deeply felt expressions of delight undercover.

"It's kind of sexy to do it so quietly for a change, slave, isn't it?"

I can't disagree.

The sights and sounds of such a bustling city, amidst all the trappings of history, are particularly appealing this time of year, with all the shoppers in the sidewalks, and folks trundling home with their little Christmas trees.

Of course, Slave enjoys seeing all the Parisian ladies in their tights and short dresses, even riding bicycles or motor scooters. And I can't help but be distracted by all of the high end lingerie stores and their windows.

It's been nice to spend some time with our two daughters together for a change. And partake of all the sensual delights of what may be the world's most beautiful city.

In the meantime, we hope all of our devoted readers are beginning to ease up and into your own holidays, with families, friends, lovers, slaves, mistresses and masters!

Western Correspondent Action Figure On Market Just in Time for the Holidays

Mistress, slave and the two dommes in training are now safely ensconced in our little apartment in the Marais district of Paris, dug in through Christmas. We are overcoming jet lag by gorging on chocolate mousse and two much coffee.

The holiday lights are a delight here, as the Parisians ward off the gloom of winter.

You will be glad to know that Mistress's clean shaven folds have been welcoming to her slave. Although the close confines of our little walk up in an ancient building required us to stifle our expressions of mutual delight this morning.

"At least the bed doesn't squeak, slave...."

While strolling last night after dinner, we did notice an interesting action figure in a window displaying holiday gift items.

"Look Mistress..... our Western Correspondent must be marketing action figures? It's got a special occasion cock!"

I may have to review his employment contract with UCTMW World Media Enterprises to see whether we are due royalties.

"It would make a nice stocking stuffer, slave....". Mistress noted.

And I will let that line speak for itself.

Slave's Long Nightmare Ending?

As reported here earlier this week, Mistress had a medical procedure last Friday which has caused the imposition of a temporary embargo on the insertion of foreign objects through the gateway presented by those alluring clean shaven folds.

That includes her "work-a-day" cock.

And while I've been allowed to worship with lips and tongue these last few days to soothe her way to a full recovery, Slave has been shut down for a whole 5 days at this point.

And, believe it or not, the "no touch" rule has been honored through this entire, ugly ordeal.

Last night I came home from work to discover Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights.

Argh.

She did allow me to worship on our bed in the UCTMW executive suite, her folds easily accessed once she spread those firm and muscular thighs.

Yum.

And we've made an "appointment" to resume full conjugal privileges this morning.

"I should be good to go in the morning, Slave, as long as you are gentle with me."

My heart skipped a beat. And her work-a-day cock gave a little twitch. Signs of life? Though I must say that the thought of returning to action makes me a little nervous.

"But what if I've forgotten how to do it, Mistress? It's been so long."

"Don't worry slave, I think I can remind you."

Let's hope.