That's what Mistress asked her dutiful slave after she was done primping for her date night with Jay yesterday evening. She had told me that she would be heading out to Jay's house at around 6 pm last night for her "dinner, plus" night out. So Slave saddled up and headed home on my bike a little early, just for the chance to see her priming herself for her evening with her side-dish.
I found her resting in bed, as is often the case when I arrive home after 5 pm.
"I figure it might be a long night, slave.....so a nap would be helpful."
She indulged my offer to worship before she dressed for her night out.
"Do you think Jay will be annoyed if I take the edge off, Mistress....."
"It'll be our secret slave...."
Yum.
It took her about 20 minutes to apply her make-up, slither into some sexy black panties, and those Domme-ish leather pants and boots.
"Remember slave.... no touching.... you'll just have to wait until tomorrow evening... if you're lucky."
"Yes, Mistress....."
Oh, and my answer to her question.
"There's never enough leather, Mistress...."
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Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Do I Have Too Much Leather On?
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Monday, October 24, 2016
2 Million Page Viewers Can't Be Wrong!
Mistress
and slave were a little too busy over the weekend. Her sister was in town, so
there was a little too much socializing and not enough down time. Of course, we
did squeeze in some morning sex both Saturday and Sunday. I broke out
Mistress’s power tool yesterday morning to add a little potency to her wake-up
orgasm, which paved the way for slave to take his own pleasure in a most
gratifying way.
Then
it was a long bike ride before taking Mistress’s sister and her husband to the
Pussycats game.
And
while Mistress may not have exceeded her cum quota over the weekend, after all that hard core fucking with Jay
Friday morning, there is an encore scheduled tonight. Jay’s son is out of town this week, which opens up his
window of availability for a change.
Mistress filled me in on the addition to her calendar yesterday
afternoon.
“Jay
and I are getting together tomorrow night slave…..”
“Will
you be spending the night, Mistress….”
“I
think I will, slave….”
There
was some discussion about whether I would be in the cage for her sleepover. The
decision was that I would be caged unless I rode my bike to work in the
morning. The threat of Chastity as an incentive to exercise is a clever way to
keep slave in shape, isn’t it?
In
addition to Mistress’s night out, the big news today is the news that UCTMW
went over the 2,000,000 page views threshold. It’s an arbitrary mile stone for
a frivolous enterprise like this one.
While we have never been listed on the “Best Sex Blog” cite, or profiled
in the New York Times as sex blog pioneers, we have also outlasted a lot of our
colleagues and competitors. I mean, look what happened to Buzz Feed! Having started this about 8 years ago,
we keep on plugging, and have a world wide “following” who likely get off more
on the occasional images of Mistress’s lush bodies than slave’s snarky
prose. Example: over the last week
we had page views from the following countries, and more:
United States
2928
Canada
368
United Kingdom
337
Germany
174
Poland
98
Spain
87
Australia
80
Singapore
78
France
76
Netherlands
75
Are
some folks in Poland and Singapore who read UCTMW to improve their facility
with English? Or is it just for
the pictures?
So
what keeps us going? Although we
love the comments and interactions with some of our regulars, I really write
this blog as a semi-daily amuse bouche for Mistress, to accompany our wake-up
worship sessions. As long as she is amused, Slave will likely keep on blogging.
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Sunday, October 23, 2016
Tights Season!
Slave had an unscheduled abstinence day on Friday. And I suspect I should have seen it coming. All that loud and raucous sex I heard coming from the UCTMW executive suite had taken its toll.
"I'm pretty sore after all that hard fucking, slave."
So while slave was allowed to "clean up" after Jay headed home on Friday morning, there was no opportunity for slave to get "sloppy seconds" either Friday morning or at the end of the work day.
"You'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning, slave....."
Maybe I should add some details about our Friday morning after Mistress's sleepover with Jay. That can be a touchy thing as the three of us wake up and try to pretend that all of this is "normal". After two rounds of fucking, Mistress came down to greet me with a kiss, and had me brew a latte for her slave, who was still in bed. She dutifully carried my concoction up to her lover.
Slave stayed downstairs, watching the news, in no rush for my morning shower, thereby giving Jay a little extra space to be the temporary "man of the house". Another 45 minutes or so later, Slave was finishing his corn flakes as Jay and Mistress waltzed downstairs. Mistress was still in her revealing nightie, but Jay was dressed and ready to go. The two of us shared some small talk on the overnight political developments, and we viewed a short video on the hijinks at the Al Smith dinner in NYC. Just two guys shooting the political shit, as you might around the proverbial office water cooler. If Jay thinks it's odd that I step aside on such nights to allow him free range in the marital bed, he no longer lets on.
Of course, it was back to normal here by Saturday morning. Mistress was recovered enough to give slave the green light again. And the wait was certainly worth it.
After a leisurely Saturday morning in bed, our day picked up as slave entertained his cute grandsons for a few hours and Mistress caught up on some work. Then we dressed for a fancy dinner at a downtown restaurant to celebrate the birthday of Mistress's younger sister. The Dowager Domme was there in all her black finery. But the big fashion statement of the night was the arrival of tights season here in River City. It was very summer like earlier in the week, but a chill settled in yesterday, forcing Mistress to go to that drawer where she keeps her hose locked away during the warmer months. As you can see, she had some ankle boots on to go with her black tights. The fashion statement certainly got slave's motor running, and turned a few male heads when we finished our dinner and ditched the family crowd to stop by a local jazz club to end our evening. And although we were both tired and a little full after dinner to enjoy some late night nookie, I am most certain that things will be looking up this morning when Mistress wakes from her slumber.
"I'm pretty sore after all that hard fucking, slave."
So while slave was allowed to "clean up" after Jay headed home on Friday morning, there was no opportunity for slave to get "sloppy seconds" either Friday morning or at the end of the work day.
"You'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning, slave....."
Maybe I should add some details about our Friday morning after Mistress's sleepover with Jay. That can be a touchy thing as the three of us wake up and try to pretend that all of this is "normal". After two rounds of fucking, Mistress came down to greet me with a kiss, and had me brew a latte for her slave, who was still in bed. She dutifully carried my concoction up to her lover.
Slave stayed downstairs, watching the news, in no rush for my morning shower, thereby giving Jay a little extra space to be the temporary "man of the house". Another 45 minutes or so later, Slave was finishing his corn flakes as Jay and Mistress waltzed downstairs. Mistress was still in her revealing nightie, but Jay was dressed and ready to go. The two of us shared some small talk on the overnight political developments, and we viewed a short video on the hijinks at the Al Smith dinner in NYC. Just two guys shooting the political shit, as you might around the proverbial office water cooler. If Jay thinks it's odd that I step aside on such nights to allow him free range in the marital bed, he no longer lets on.
Of course, it was back to normal here by Saturday morning. Mistress was recovered enough to give slave the green light again. And the wait was certainly worth it.
After a leisurely Saturday morning in bed, our day picked up as slave entertained his cute grandsons for a few hours and Mistress caught up on some work. Then we dressed for a fancy dinner at a downtown restaurant to celebrate the birthday of Mistress's younger sister. The Dowager Domme was there in all her black finery. But the big fashion statement of the night was the arrival of tights season here in River City. It was very summer like earlier in the week, but a chill settled in yesterday, forcing Mistress to go to that drawer where she keeps her hose locked away during the warmer months. As you can see, she had some ankle boots on to go with her black tights. The fashion statement certainly got slave's motor running, and turned a few male heads when we finished our dinner and ditched the family crowd to stop by a local jazz club to end our evening. And although we were both tired and a little full after dinner to enjoy some late night nookie, I am most certain that things will be looking up this morning when Mistress wakes from her slumber.
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Friday, October 21, 2016
Relegated
I've always enjoyed the way this word is used in the context of the English soccer league. "Relegate" is defined as "consign or dismiss to an inferior rank or position". The concept is that if your home team is fairing poorly in the major league, lingering in the cellar of the standings, the risk is that you will be bounced to an inferior (minor) league next season. "Relegation" from the Premier league is a fate dreaded by sports fans as the ultimate loss of communal pride. When the sad, pitiful fate of relegation befalls your team, it gets the competitive juices flowing with a focused determination to get back to the Bigs after a sad season swimming with the other losers in the lower tier. (It's something we could use in our nation's professional and collegiate leagues, where some teams become perpetual cellar dwellers with no apparent incentive to improve and become competitive, let alone champs.)
But at this moment the terms applies to your humble slave. I'm definitely relegated to the minors this morning.
Jay, Mistress's recently missing lover, finally made his way here last night. We went out to dinner for some Vietnamese in a funky downtown joint, then returned here, where the two lovebirds were soon headed to bed in the "UCTMW executive suite". Slave took the adjoining bed in our daughter's room.
My sense is that there wasn't much action last night.
But this morning.... as I've been catching up on the news downstairs, I've heard the rather avid, accelerating moans of my wife as Jay has been pounding into her in these pre-dawn hours.
They now seem to be in round two.
And while Jay has never been interested in inviting slave in on the action, there is a certain sexual buzz in hearing your wife moaning in the throes of passion as the floor shakes a bit above your head. Definitely a good way to start the morning for my wife and her on again, off again lover. But I have a feeling that slave will not have the chance for his own fun until after work tonight, at the earliest.
Can I hear a "poor slave"?
The good news is that "I'll be back" sooner than the following season.
But at this moment the terms applies to your humble slave. I'm definitely relegated to the minors this morning.
Jay, Mistress's recently missing lover, finally made his way here last night. We went out to dinner for some Vietnamese in a funky downtown joint, then returned here, where the two lovebirds were soon headed to bed in the "UCTMW executive suite". Slave took the adjoining bed in our daughter's room.
My sense is that there wasn't much action last night.
But this morning.... as I've been catching up on the news downstairs, I've heard the rather avid, accelerating moans of my wife as Jay has been pounding into her in these pre-dawn hours.
They now seem to be in round two.
And while Jay has never been interested in inviting slave in on the action, there is a certain sexual buzz in hearing your wife moaning in the throes of passion as the floor shakes a bit above your head. Definitely a good way to start the morning for my wife and her on again, off again lover. But I have a feeling that slave will not have the chance for his own fun until after work tonight, at the earliest.
Can I hear a "poor slave"?
The good news is that "I'll be back" sooner than the following season.
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