Friday, May 22, 2015

Mistress Stops By For Worship

My relatively dreary Thursday at the office had a nice "pick-me-up" mid-afternoon. Mistress dropped by between a lunch meeting and a 4 pm meeting for some "personal attention".

I was in another colleague's office when I received notice of her arrival via text message:

"I'm in your office, slave".

As you might imagine, I found a way to wrap up my "consultation" quickly to perform more important duties.

It was an unusually chilly day here in River City. Mistress had on a leather jacket over her black dress. But she would never let unseasonable weather disrupt her fashion policy of foregoing leg coverings once May arrives.

As a result, all she had to do was slither out of her black undies, spread her legs, and let her Slave get to work. 

I efficiently devoted my tongue and lips to task, leaving Mistress with a cum to tide her over for a while, and my own face smeared with her fragrant juices.

As a memento of the moment, I took this photo - a closeup of those semi-kinky shoes and her well manicured tootsies, which I suspect could be inspiring to at least some of our readers.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Mistress's Walk of Shame

Mistress indulged her slave with some stealthy but gratifying wake-up sex on Tuesday morning. It was particularly generous, since she knew there would be plenty of not so stealthy sex during her planned "nooner" with Jay.

I was at work when she called to say hello on her way to meet her lover. And it was not until around 2:30 pm that she came back onto the radar screen, calling me from her car.

"It was hot, slave.  I think Jay missed me!"

"I'm sure he did after 2 weeks, Mistress."

She told me she was headed to a meeting with a local theatre director - a woman she had worked with in the past. Then heading home. Slave had ridden his bike (excusing me from 'cage time') and it was around 6 pm when I wandered into our bedroom, where Mistress was reclined on our bed, checking her emails.

Soto voco (our daughters were in their rooms) she shared some news.

"You won't believe what I did, Slave...."

Hmmmm. 

"You mean in addition to some hot lunch time sex with your side-dish?"

"Well there was that.... but I mean afterwards.... when I got home after that meeting downtown, I realized I had put my dress on inside out."

Oops.

She had on a black dress. Right-side out by now. But I was imagining what she looked like with the labels and seams showing. And how dazed and confused after all that fucking she must have been to not notice the difference.

"Didn't that lady you met with notice, Mistress?"

"If she did, she was too embarrassed to mention, slave...."

"So does Jay get demerits for not noticing?"

"Hmmm.... I guess he was a little too unfocused too....."

After we shared a laugh over Mistress's untypical fashion faux pas, we settled onto our bed.  Slave had stripped out of my sweaty cycle ware, and showered. Mistress put down her laptop.

"I'll permit you to worship now, Slave...."

I was more than happy to taste the salty aftermath of her lunch time diversion, before whipping up dinner.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Sex Refugee

It was one of those rare "abstinence days" here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, at least for Slave.

Mistress had one of those "way-too-early" Monday morning meetings which made our traditional wake-up sex session impractical.  Then, after a morning of work, we had to rent a truck, drive to our daughter's charming little campus town, and  load up the detritus of a her senior year.

Where do frat boy boyfriends disappear to when it come time to move all that crap out of their girlfriend's off-campus apartment?

Supposedly he had to move his own stuff. Or maybe it was a final round of beer pong?

In any event, by the time we did all that loading and unloading, and returned the truck, then took the kids out to dinner at a local Southwest joint to celebrate "Margarita Monday", we were too burned out for conventional sex.

Of course, Mistress did get some bed time worship to tide her over.

"That was nice, Slave....."

And tasty, I might ad.

But today things are definitely looking up for Mistress.

As we drove north in our rent-a-truck, Mistress was on the phone confirming her date today with her lover, Jay.

"Will 12:30 to 2:30 work, dear?", she asked in that cute little voice she adopts when on the phone with her lover.

It seems that it will. Although it was left unclear who would be picking up lunch. Then again, after nearly two weeks without cuckold sex, maybe their appetites will be for something other than cheese and crackers.

Of course, Jay knew I was listening in as they made their plans.

"Jay says 'hi', Slave....."

"Hi, Jay....."

So at least Mistress will get a chance to vocalize during sex this afternoon, with Jay's house in the burbs acting as a temporary refuge.

Hopefully, Slave will get a chance for some satisfying, if "under the radar" sex, this morning before I head to work.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Under Cover Sex

Mistress and Slave have gone into "stifle" mode here at the UCTMW World HQ. With one daughter now embedded on the other side of our bedroom wall, and another returning on Monday, it may be the "new normal" for a while.

Our routine involves turning on some I-pod or radio noise to provide some cover for our wake-up sex, and trying our best to quietly do what comes natural once Slave descends to the playground of Mistress's clean shaven folds.

It turns Mistress's Executive Suite into the same sort of "private but quiet" space that we enjoy when Mistress stops into my office for some midday worship.  Indeed, she did exactly that late last week - popping on for a little "stress relief" after one of those long tedious civic lunches she was sucked into attending by a client. She was wearing some of those kinkyesque shoes that her mother, the Dowager Domme prefers. And now that tights season is over, her tan and fit legs were au natural, making short work of the process of baring her sexy bits for the ministrations of her slave's avid tongue. But once again, with my office mates just on the other side of the door, poor Mistress had to squelch the sounds of passion.

It may be a while before Mistress gets to "vocalize", or at least until she can arrange a little side action with Jay at his house.