It was a relaxing weekend for Mistress and her devoted Slave. The days are ticking down for the end of empty nesting as we know it here at the UCTMW World HQ ... our senior Diva in Training graduates in two weekends, meaning that she will be moving back here for the summer - hopefully not much longer -- until she organizes the next Act in her life. And her younger sister will also be back for a few weeks before embarking on her next adventure.
That means we've got to take advantage of the limited time available to get in as much "us time" as possible. Over the weekend there were plenty of opportunities for sex and worship. So much so that Slave really couldn't complain about an "abstinence day" on Monday. Mistress had one of those too early meetings which aborted our usual wake-up sex. But she did get some end of the day worship from her slave to tide her over.
Today, on the other hand, will be a little more demanding for her on the sex front. I'm hoping for some wake-up sex before heading off to work. And then .... well Mistress has some plans she disclosed to me last evening.
"I'm going over to Jay's house at lunch time, Slave....."
"Hmmmm..... I bet he's horny Mistress. It's been more than a week."
"I think you're right, slave....."
So while Soave is hunkered down at work today, at least I will be able to contemplate Mistress getting one of those high octane fuckings that she relishes from her "side dish".
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
The Messy Month of May
First our Senior Correspondent, Donna, emailed to remind me in a timely fashion that May is "Masturbation Month". Does Congress take time from it's busy vacation schedule to make this official every year? In any event, I'm hoping that Mistress new Hitachi arrives today so that she does not have grounds to punish me for the mechanical failure that could get her NMM off to an inauspicious start. Without her favorite power tool this weekend, she will definitely have some catching up to do.
As for Slave, I somehow doubt I will have any opportunity to celebrate NMM. After all, there would be no reason to breach the "no touch" rule. Mistress likes to me to save all those natural juices for herself.
Meanwhile, our Western Correspondent took some time off from his own abusive masturbation habits to comment on the blog yesterday. (Although I suppose he could be one of those legendary one hand typists). He noted that he and his wife are now on their 3rd Hitachi. One burned out, he says. And the second one was BORROWED BY HIS DAUGHTER!
As I recall it, the WC's daughter is still just a teen, right? Isn't she a little too young to require mechanical assistance? And if she does, it's hard to imagine her sharing her plans with her dad.
TM(fucking)I!
I'm hoping it was purely for the treatment of a sports injury, WC.
Let's hope that all our readers (except those of you under lock and key) have a (self)gratifying national masturbation month. Feel free to share in the comments section any special celebratory plans you've made.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
No Place Like Home
Slave finally is back in River City after four days away from my loving Mistress. And while poor Molly had plenty of action with her lover Jay on Saturday evening and Sunday morning, she even went without any sexual action for nearly 48 hours until my return on Tuesday evening.
"I can't believe you left me alone with a broken Hitachi, Slave....."
Clearly that was a dereliction of duty. I should have planned some redundancy in the event of an equipment failure. I'm sure they must have a back-up on that international space station, just in case.
Harry Haversacker asked the other day whether I had followed the "no touch" rule on my sojurn to the east coast. While I know some of you probably are skeptical, the truth is that I "toughed it out", so that by Tuesday evening the earth definitely moved for Slave by the time I had finished worshiping and settled into the "all you can eat" buffet that Mistress generously provided amidst her clean shaven folds.
By last evening things had settled back to normal here at the UCTMW World HQ. As we relaxed in bed after a long work day, Mistress mentioned that Jay was texting.
"He misses me Slave.... we're going to meet for lunch tomorrow, though I think it will be a real lunch, not a 'nooner'. "
Every now and then Mistress needs to be wined and dined by her lover.
"And he wants to know if you've gotten me a new Hitachi.... he likes to watch me use it on myself, slave."
"Tell him Amazon confirmed shipment.... it's on the way, Mistress."
I guess I should have ordered two, just in case.
"I can't believe you left me alone with a broken Hitachi, Slave....."
Clearly that was a dereliction of duty. I should have planned some redundancy in the event of an equipment failure. I'm sure they must have a back-up on that international space station, just in case.
Harry Haversacker asked the other day whether I had followed the "no touch" rule on my sojurn to the east coast. While I know some of you probably are skeptical, the truth is that I "toughed it out", so that by Tuesday evening the earth definitely moved for Slave by the time I had finished worshiping and settled into the "all you can eat" buffet that Mistress generously provided amidst her clean shaven folds.
By last evening things had settled back to normal here at the UCTMW World HQ. As we relaxed in bed after a long work day, Mistress mentioned that Jay was texting.
"He misses me Slave.... we're going to meet for lunch tomorrow, though I think it will be a real lunch, not a 'nooner'. "
Every now and then Mistress needs to be wined and dined by her lover.
"And he wants to know if you've gotten me a new Hitachi.... he likes to watch me use it on myself, slave."
"Tell him Amazon confirmed shipment.... it's on the way, Mistress."
I guess I should have ordered two, just in case.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Mechanical Failure Mars Mistress's Date Night
Slave continued his East Coast trip Sunday, moving from the rarified air of one of the nation's most elite Universities to the comparably meaner streets of the City of Brotherly Love. I'll be here for another day before finally heading home to the welcoming arms (and folds) of Mistress.
Fortunately, Mistress was able to amuse herself in my absence in the arms of her lover, Jay. She's a little nervous that one of my oldest friends and his wife saw her and Jay walking to dinner Saturday night. But I'm sure that any curiosity readily can be papered over. (She assures me they were not observed sucking face, or worse on the sidewalk).
She did mention that by Sunday morning she was feeling like the proverbial filly that was "rode hard and put away wet".
"I'm exhausted Slave... there was sex before dinner.... then he woke me up in the middle of the night for more sex.... then there was sex this morning...."
Sounds as if Jay definitely rose to the occasion in his role of filling in during my absence. When you're a "side-dish" who is 13 or so years younger than a Husband-Slave you have the advantage of saving that pent up energy for short and intensive bursts when called to the stage. Sort of like our local Cuban "closer" who steps onto the mound in the 9th inning every few days to rocket the ball over the plate at 110 mph or so.
In any event, Mistress sounded Sunday like a woman who was well satisfied with Jay's clutch performance. Hopefully it will tide her over until Tuesday night.
But there was one problem.
"The hitachi crashed and burned Slave.... it only works at high speed now."
"Oh no, what happened, Mistress?"
"Well you know how Jay likes to see me do myself with the hitachi. He says it's really hot. But when I got it out, the lower speed setting wouldn't work..... "
Poor Mistress. she does prefer that lower speed. High speed seems too intense for those sensitive lady bits. But I suspect for that one command performance, Mistress gave one up for the team. so to speak.
Plus now I know what to get her for Mother's Day. Maybe I should get an extra one for Jay's house too?
Fortunately, Mistress was able to amuse herself in my absence in the arms of her lover, Jay. She's a little nervous that one of my oldest friends and his wife saw her and Jay walking to dinner Saturday night. But I'm sure that any curiosity readily can be papered over. (She assures me they were not observed sucking face, or worse on the sidewalk).
She did mention that by Sunday morning she was feeling like the proverbial filly that was "rode hard and put away wet".
"I'm exhausted Slave... there was sex before dinner.... then he woke me up in the middle of the night for more sex.... then there was sex this morning...."
Sounds as if Jay definitely rose to the occasion in his role of filling in during my absence. When you're a "side-dish" who is 13 or so years younger than a Husband-Slave you have the advantage of saving that pent up energy for short and intensive bursts when called to the stage. Sort of like our local Cuban "closer" who steps onto the mound in the 9th inning every few days to rocket the ball over the plate at 110 mph or so.
In any event, Mistress sounded Sunday like a woman who was well satisfied with Jay's clutch performance. Hopefully it will tide her over until Tuesday night.
But there was one problem.
"The hitachi crashed and burned Slave.... it only works at high speed now."
"Oh no, what happened, Mistress?"
"Well you know how Jay likes to see me do myself with the hitachi. He says it's really hot. But when I got it out, the lower speed setting wouldn't work..... "
Poor Mistress. she does prefer that lower speed. High speed seems too intense for those sensitive lady bits. But I suspect for that one command performance, Mistress gave one up for the team. so to speak.
Plus now I know what to get her for Mother's Day. Maybe I should get an extra one for Jay's house too?
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