Mistress Sets a Personal Record

Mistress and slave started the day with some early morning rituals here in the high desert: that started with slave sliding beneath the sheets for some sunrise worship, and culminating with some robust wake-up sex.

Of course, we did have to pretend to be in touch with our clients, sending out emails and conferring by phone.

Annoying.

It's certainly convenient to be able to work remotely. It allows us a lot of time away while keeping our checking accounts above water. I mean how do you pay for an internet connection (two of them) to write a sex blog, or children lolling about Europe for their final semester, without  a little gainful employment. But damn.  When the sun is out here, and the snow abundant, or even thin or non-existent, who wants to deal with clients?

After sluffing off a few "emergencies" to others, slave and Mistress headed up the mountain for a semi-serious day on the slopes. But after about 9 lift rides, with the sun still blazing, Mistress made her real desires known.....

"Why not just have lunch at home out on the patio, slave?"

her preference is a slave's command, right?  So we shed the skis, headed back down the mountain and within about 5 minutes, Mistress was stripped down to some cute pink undies and spread out on her chaise.

It may be a personal record for Mistress's first sun bathing day of the season (other than during our brief sojurn in Florida when it was a  year round exercise).  I mean, there's nothing that says St. Patrick's Day like a good schmear of sunscreen, right?

Mistress read her kindle a bit, but was soon snoozing in the sun, allowing slave to take this surreptitious photo for  Mistress's many fans. I post this risking some punishment, because it shows Mistress's tempting curves without their typical golden tan.

But you have to start somewhere.

Rising and Shining

Mistress and slave made it safely to our little SW hideaway by late afternoon. It was a long travel day and a nap was in store after we put away our provisions.

But we surprised ourselves with the energy we had for some post-nap sex as the sun set over our mountain.  Another abstinence day dodged just in time!  And this morning, well.... there is nothing like some leisurely wake-up sex before turning our attention to the slopes, is there?

But  today's blog is really a shout out to my ancestors who took to the Dublin Streets 100 years ago in the name of liberation from the royal boot. It's no accident that my nomme de sex blog here at UCTMW pays homage to  one of those legendary men who stepped into history on March 17, 1916 to begin the bloody "Rising" that finally created the Irish Republic.

Men and women  of a variety of nationalities will find themselves quaffing a few too many across Continents today in the name  of that Saint who has come to symbolize the Irish nation But  it's worth recalling that some courageous ladies and gentlemen had other things than sipping a Guinness or Jameson 100 years ago today!

Early AM Flirt

Even as the dust is still settling from the hotly contested primary season in River City, Mistress and her devote slave are heading west for two (hopefullY) blissful weeks at our SW hideaway. The snow has been melting a bit in recent weeks, and there may be too many spring breaking Texans on the slopes for our personal taste. But what the hell! It's better than the office.

We had a way too early flight this morning and are now languishing in ATL. But when you are a cuckold you take little bits of pleasure in what some guys might consider "fighting words".  Here is an example:

This morning at our gate Mistress noticed a group of guys who had "professional athlete" written all over them, from their designer sweats to their highly stylized dreds. We quickly surmised that (for whatever reason) several members of the Pussycats, our local never quite get there NFL team would be on our flight.  We aren't the types who ask for autographs, and simply kept our noses on screen as we waited to board.

We were in steerage, so as we stumbled down the aisle carrying our bags, Mistress preceding me, the First Class cabin was already full. Although it was early, Mistress was looking her best, in a black dress and black cowboy boots. Travel wear, but hot travel wear.

In the last first class row, sitting on the aisle was a vary large bearded AfAm guy, who I recognized as one of the Pussycats rather aggressive defensive lineman, none for his pass rushing ability.

Mistress's eyes met his, and words were exchanged. Mistress paused, and I could hear Mistress giggle a bit, and saw him smile, as she moved down the aisle. It wasn't until we settled into row 23 that I was able to ask Mistress what had transpired.

"So what was that about, Mistress?"

"Oh he was just flirting, slave."

"What did he say?"

"He asked if I'd rather sit next to him instead of the guy who was already there...(another team member, though built more like a D back)."

So how would all you other cucks (and non-cucks) react to this early am come on?

Yes, Mistress. She's Hot.

It was an abstinence day for slave yesterday.

It was one of those days when Mistress had a ridiculously early Monday morning meeting. No time even for some wake-up worship.

At the end of the day the sun was out and we opted for a nice sweat inducing bike ride before dinner. Slave did apply his lips and tongue to Mistress's clean shaven folds before preparing dinner. But Mistress considered it appropriate to defer any sexual release for her slave until this morning.

As is her right? Right?

We did engage in a little post dinner TV watching before adjourning to the Executive Suite, catching up on the latest episode of Billions, on Showtime. We've mentioned that show here before. It's the first mainstream show I can think of which somehow melds a Femdom marriage into an otherwise conventional plot line. Maggie Siff plays the psychologist wife of Paul Giamatti, an otherwise nasty and overly aggressive federal prosecutor. But when the doors close at home, the tables are clearly turned.

Last night had the couple out to dinner with a saccarine sweet, lovey dovey vanilla couple. At home, Paul whines about how tedious their dinner companions were. Then Maggie lowers the boom:

A nice hard cuff gets Paul back into the proper mind set.  Then Maggie parks him on the bed and tells him with a gesture to "stay":

I think he got the message.  Sadly, the scene is just a tease. The action resumes in the morning, with Maggie waking late in a bedroom with all the toys of a night of hardcore D/s sex strewn about. Handcuffs in the bed. Crops and rope scattered about the floor.
With that suggestion of what transpired while their kids were sleeping, it was back to the main plot line about sleazy hedge fund managers and the abusive prosecutors on their trail.

Obviously, slave was impressed.  And disappointed that  so much was left to the imagination. Mistress took note.

"Do you think she's hot, slave?"

"Well she is hot, Mistress."

This was not a subjective judgment.  Maggie Siff is objectively hot in this role, don't you agree dear readers?

"But she's hot like you Mistress.... always in black.... dark long hair.  She's you, without the darker complexion!"

Mistress looked at me very skeptically.

But it's true.