Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Here at the UCTMW media empire, we've never been particularly worried about all those pesky plagiarism rules. Plus I think the Bard's copyright has lapsed on that gem of a caption. But it does summarize Slave's feelings about Mistress heading off this afternoon for her 17 day journey with the Dowager Domme, her sister and our cute former Co-Ed.

Sadly, I won't even get a chance to drive her to the airport for a proper send off, due to a busy work schedule today.  The upside is that I will be able to say good bye in the privacy of our room this morning, without the Dowager Domme scowling in disapproval at an airport  PDA by her daughter and her worthless hubby.

Fortunately, Mistress was able to stop by yesterday afternoon for one last office worship session. I think she was pleased with my ministrations, as she spread her legs and Slave fell to my knees for proper devotion.

As you can tell from those flashy shoes, Mistress was all dressed up for a business dinner she was required to attend last night with a client.  She even reported a few lustful eyes pointed her way during the evenings proceedings.

"That new City official slave.  He seems a bit of a letch."

"Somehow I'm not surprised.... but then you seem to bring that out in people, Mistress."

Rest assured that Mistress got some additional worship here before bed time last night.

Yesterday, Terri asked about what the chastity protocol will be for Slave while Mistress is on the other side of the planet.  I think he will be shocked -

"Here are the rules slave..... you wear your cage every evening if you go out.  I don't want any temptations.  And to make sure you're not too horny and get out of control, I want you to 'take care of yourself' every day."

"I think I can handle that Mistress."

"And to make sure you are following orders, I want you to text or email me some photographic evidence everyday...."

Yikes.  That's a lot of cock shots that will have a half life of 50 years in the cyber world.  But her wish is my command.

But what about Mistress's needs, you might ask?

Well it could be a challenge. She'll be sharing some rather rustic on board accommodations with her Mother or our daughter on her journey. There won't be much privacy for her to fiddle with her lady parts.

And what about potential sex partners?

"Maybe there will be some hot native cabin boys, Mistress?  Or some single travelers who will be smitten by your charms?"

"I will be on the lookout, Slave.... but how am I going to sneak out of our cabin at night for a late night  tryst on the deck, or in the hold?

The image of Kate Winslet and Leo in that vintage car in the bowels of the Titanic comes to mind, doesn't it?

I have full confidence in her ability to improvise.

And fortunately, there should be  no icebergs where Mistress is heading.

Bon Voyage Sex

Slave was tied up (no, not literally) at a meeting with clients when Mistress emerged from the embrace of her lover yesterday afternoon. So I had to ignore her call and get the full read out of her lunch time rendezvous when I got home from work.

(I know, it was tempting to tell my client that I had to step out for a moment and hear about the hot sex my wife had just had with her lover, but I resisted that temptation.)

We took some time to rest in bed before heading out for our own "date night ", which gave Slave time to taste the heady brew betwixt Mistress's clean shaven folds, and Mistress time to update her Slave on her afternoon dalliance.

"Jay said I was a real sexpot yesterday, Slave."

"Well that's a no brainer, Mistress. Of course you are. But what did you too get up to?"

"Hmmmm..... lot's of cock riding....and him fucking me against the side of the bed.... the usual. He clearly had some pent up demand for me."

"I'm sure he's going to miss you, Mistress."

"I think he will Slave.... and did I mention the oral part....."

"You sucked his cock?  How was that?"

"Nice Slave..... he likes that a lot...."

By now Mistress got a little distracted by my own oral devotions, succumbing to my tongue and lips and descending into her last cum of the day. No doubt it was mellower than her more raucous afternoon action, but then our ever present daughter was next door, forcing us to squelch our sounds of pleasure.

If anything, Mistress's alternative sex venue gives her a chance to "express herself" a little more loudly than our current living arrangements allow.

It turns out that Jay will be going off with some buddies for a golf holiday while Mistress is on her two week "girls only" voyage half way around the world. Slave will be here for another week, and then is heading for a solo trip to our SW hideaway.

So both of Mistress's "love interests" will be on the road a bit while she is away. Otherwise, I suppose we could get together to commiserate.

It could be a long two weeks.

Mistress's Double Dates

Yesterday was one of those way-too-early mornings for Mistress, which resulted in an abstinence day for her slave. Since I am rather pampered, I certainly have no right to complain about one day off from wake up sex, do I?  And I made sure to worship Mistress at the end of the day, assuring that at least she had her daily cum.

Today is bound to be better though, particularly for Mistress.

I am anticipating some sex in the UCTMW Executive Suite before heading to work.

Then Mistress has a lunch "date" with her Lover Jay.

"I have lots of work to do, Slave....but I can't leave Jay high and dry for the next two weeks without one last opportunity to fuck me, can I?"

You see, on Thursday Mistress is heading off on another one of those exotic journeys with her Mother, the Dowager Domme. Her sister (The Ditzy Domme) and our daughter (the Domme in Training) are going too.

Slave and Jay will be without her company for more than two weeks!

Her prolonged absence is something I am finally coming to grips with. I suppose I knew it was coming, but was in denial until this week, when her journey begins.

After Mistress afternoon diversion with Jay, we have some plans too.  At dinner last night we broke the news to our two daughters (the nest infesters), that we have a "Date Night" of our own planned in anticipation of Mistress's long journey.  We are walking up the street to a romantic local bistro.  Our younger daughter rolled her eyes when she heard our plans.  She doesn't like to miss a nice (and expensive) meal.  But so it goes..... parents do deserve a little "alone time" every now and then

Mistress and I have discussed the protocols that will be in place during her long voyage.  But we can cover that later in the week.

Under Her Thumb

Sex was a bit of an afterthought here at the UCTMW World HQ on Saturday. (Well there was our traditional wake up sex). Instead we loaded the Dommes in Training into the car for the 2 hour drive to the flatlands north of here for the Rolling Stones show at a huge football stadium best known for the high priced contract of its itinerant Coach.

Slave saw the Stones on their 2nd tour through these parts, back in the fall of 1965.  Yes. That's nearly 50 years ago. A second row seat cost me $7.50 (I spent my birthday cash). And the sound system was so puny that you could barely hear Mick sing "This Could Be the Last Time" once the teen girls started screaming.

I must say I was not all that pumped about the long drive to see them in a massive stadium. Oddly, it was our 21 year old who proposed the outing, and we (as always) indulged. But it turned out to be a fun (if very late) night. I'm not sure what demonic brew Mick, Keith and Charlie imbibe to get them moving as quickly through a 2 hour set. But they did not let their geriatric fans down.

And the video and sound systems were a tab more complex and massive 50 years after my first evening with the Stones.

As we walked back to our car in the dark, Mistress did express one regret.

"They didn't play Under My Thumb, Slave."

Dang.

I suppose that should be the official theme song of the UCTMW blog.