Christmas Time Is Here.

Mistress and slave are hunkered down here in River City for the holidays, our daughters under one roof these last few days. My older daughters are also in town so we have a big Christmas dinner planned here in our overcrowded nest.

While we miss spending the holidays in the tranquility of our adopted SW town, and the ancient Christmas Eve  rituals at the local Pueblo, it's also been a chance to re-sample the traditions here in River City, including a funky hipster holiday jazz show last night just up the street that our "sophisticated" Co-Ed actually seemed to enjoy.

Of course Dad picking up the bar tab also seemed to help.

Even better, we plan to head West, just the two of us, on Sunday morning after we dump our youngest at the airport for another one of her overseas adventures.


We look forward to some time there together,  where the snow has been falling this last week, off the clock and on the slopes.

A year ago we were all in Paris together, for a magical Christmas season in the City of Light. We were lucky to have been there at a more innocent time, before the horror and resulting paranoia of terrorism descended on a City that has seen so much joy and horror over the centuries.

It makes us realize how fragile the "heavenly peace" of the holiday season can be. The key seems to be: enjoy and cherish while you can. As the old song goes "through the years we'll always be together... if the fates allow." Fortunately, the fates remain on our side this Christmas season.

To all of our blogger friends, and those of you who just stop by for a little pick-me-up during the course of your day or week,  may you find the peace, joy and love of the season with your own friends and family this holiday season.

Molly Nightingale

As the days dwindle down before Christmas in our crowded house, poor Mistress has not only had to squelch her extra-curricular sexual adventures, but she's been tending to her slave and some places where the Domme-otologist did her carving on my back last week.

When you have to clean and dress several chunks on your back, it's awful hard to do it yourself.  I'd need an arm that was about 6 inches longer and an elbow that flexed at a very strange angle.

So not only has Mistress been forced to forego cock riding and stifle her sexual expression because our Dommes-in-training are in residence, she's also had to deal with my yucky medical needs.

I'm thinking maybe I should get her a suitable outfit to match her new accidental vocation.  How about this one? Mistress does tend to wear black more often than not.
Or for a change up, maybe something in white?

Run in With the Domme-atologist

After Mistress's "2 lovers in three days" adventures earlier this week, things definitely went downhill fast here at the UCTMW World HQ.  Poor Mistress has the dreary duty of traveling to the east coast and pack up and retrieve our last remaining Co-Ed from her college campus for the holidays. It was a long drive home, and it sounds like our "loving daughter" was at her bitchy best.

She may be a "Domme in Training" but can't she take it out her angst on some pathetic frat boy rather than her parents?

You can bet that slave missed Mistress while she was out of town on her daughter retrieval mission. And relieved when she arrived back after that long drive on Thursday evening. I made sure there was a warm dinner and even warmer bed for her, with some extra Worship tossed in at the end of the day.

So we now have a particularly crowded house - including our older daughter's recently graduated boy friend, who has been hanging around more frequently this week. All of these occupants have forced us to crank up the Christmas music in our bedroom to mask the sounds of our furtive couplings.

It's not the best way to get into the holiday spirit.

My own Friday was less than relaxing. I've had some feisty and demanding clients this week, just when I thought that things would calm for the end of the year.  On top of that I had another run in with my Domme-ish lady dermatologist yesterday afternoon - the one in the leather pants and kinky boots.

After having me strip down to my skivvies and don one of those pathetic back open robes, She and her rather butch assistant spent about 30 minutes torturing me with sharp objects and some strange electric device that sizzled my skin.  Thankfully the magic of lidocaine dampened the pain. My guess is that her more masochistic patients  pass on that little numbing shot to add to the thrill. As the process unfolded I began to empathize with the Thanksgiving Turkey we carved up a few weeks ago.

At some point, as she reached for a sharper carving tool, she asked me in her vaguely middle eastern accent "how are you doing...."

"Other than the humiliation of laying here in my underwear, I guess I'm doing ok."

I figured Terri would appreciate that line.

And it made me  question why I had worn those old cotton briefs, rather than the glossier black or turquoise and much silkier undies that Mistress purchased me for my birthday last month.

(No readers, they aren't ladies' wear. But they are of a synthetic fabric that is much clingier and softer to the touch than what my traditional  undie drawer used to be stuffed with.  I don't think this is the first step in some sort of "sissification" reprogramming by Mistress, is it?)

It made me wonder if the Domme-atologist and her assistant had ever had some seemingly alpha- patient strip down to his skivvies and find some alluring pink panties instead.

It also made me grateful that Mistress hadn't insisted that I wear my cock cage to work on Friday.

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Mistress's Afternoon Diversion

The good thing about running your own business, as Mistress does, is that you can engineer a little free time in the middle of the afternoon when the stars align with a desirable side-dish.

So it was yesterday afternoon.

Slave was safely tucked away at work, all locked up in his cock cage.  Mistress checked in around lunch time, reporting that K, her occasional lover, was stopping by for an hour or two around 1:30 pm.

I heard back from her again as I was on the way to my dental appointment.

"Here I am, slave.... had a very nice time with K. Now he's off to an office holiday party."

Looking forward to Mistress's account of her afternoon, I suffered through a somewhat painful cleaning. (Does anyone hate that electronic scaler as much as I do, as it pinches at tender gums and nerves?  It could be a classic torture device if applied to more sensitive body parts! ) Don't worry Terry, unlike my leather pants wearing dermatologist, the older lady who cleans my teeth was unlikely to provoke any reaction from my caged cock.

Back at the house by around 6 pm, I found Mistress in recovery mode in our bed. She was happy to peal back her black tights for some oral worship, allowing her slave to savor the mingled tastes of Mistress's natural fluids and the remnants left behind by K.

"It was pretty hot slave....K gets down to business....it was pretty much up the stairs, strip off my clothes and get to it...."

"And so what sort of sex was it, Mistress?"

"K likes lots of different positions, slave.....from behind, me on top, him on top....and he spent a lot of time with his mouth on me, slave....."

K also has a habit of leaving a little of himself behind in our bedroom.

"Sorry slave.... there's another K stain on our comforter today....."

Oops.

It turned out that they did it twice in the 90 minutes or so they spent in bed together.  Not bad for a guy in his 40's.

Later I made us some dinner and we settled into watching a movie on TV. It was then I realized something odd.

"You never took my cage off, Mistress."

Mistress giggled a bit.

"Hmmmm..... I think you're getting used to it slave....maybe we need to keep it on you a lot longer."

I suppose I had gotten used to it yesterday.  But Mistress was kind enough to pop it off me before bed time.

So I'm back to "pampered" status.

Phew.