My Indulgent Mistress

Molly and Mick returned from that strange land somewhere in North Asia, where Yak and Man live as one, just in time for what appears to be an unscheduled monsoon season here in River City.

To make things worse, poor Mistress had to drive with a colleague all the way to our state's north coast and back again - leaving at around 7 am and not returning until after 10 pm. The last 3 hours of her trip must have been particularly exhausting because the rain and lightening slowed traffic to a crawl. When she called at around 8, I suggested that they might want to stop and spend the night, but the two ladies soldiered on through the storm.

I had been able to fit a little worship in at around 6:45 that morning, just before Mistress slid into her black undies and tights, but there was no time for our typical wake up sex. Fortunately, because it was my birthday, Mistress elected to give me a pass on the cage. 

She is pretty indulgent, don't you think.

I had a full work day myself, and stayed at the office a little alter than normal. I was in no rush to get home to my empty house.

Now, I have to confess I was a little horny as the evening progressed. I distracted myself watching the political follies on MSNBC and the Penn State follies on CNN -- obviously our Nation did not discover its sanity in our 30 day's  on the Lam. But in an earlier life, it certainly would have been tempting to take matters into my own hand, if only as an alternative to watching Herman Cain stumble over all those things "twirling around" in his head, trying to remember if Col. Ghadaffi was a good guy or not.

But I'm so well trained these days that I didn't even think about violating Mistress's "no touch" rule.

When she finally got home, I could tell she was both stressed and exhausted. I encouraged her to dump the work cloths and slide into bed, without a thought that we would engage in any hanky panky until morning.

Now, of course, I did offer to worship. She demurred until she could relax a bit, checking up on what she had missed on facebook during the day.  But after about 20 minutes, she consented.

I slid down between her thighs, and used my lips and tongue on those flavorful clean shaven folds to provide what I hoped would be the type of cum that would allow her to discharge the stress of the workday, and the long drive in the rain, and relax into a good night's sleep.

But when I was done, she surprised me.  "Don't  you want to fuck me now , Slave?"

I was surprised. She seemed exhausted. And I suspect she might have had a sense of Birthday obligation about it. So I offered to wait until morning. But she insisted, even instructing me to insert my device --- the aneros.

"I want that particularly hard cock tonight, Slave...."

Who was I to disobey a direct order?

Back for Our Blogiversary....

Molly and Mick are back.... right here in good old River City. After a month on the proverbial lam (check out the adventures of "Simone and Sam" over the last month at Mistress and Slave on the Lam), we figured the "security breach" that led us to close things down here in a bit of a panic has been mitigated. Hopefully we are right about that....

And it happens that today is the 2nd Anniversary of UCTMW. Two years, nearly 800 posts, and lots of prurient adventures for Molly, Mick and some of our collected friends.  I've played with our cover page here, allowing you to find some of our most popular posts, and added Francois to our burgeoning global staff.

So now that we've been evacuated from On-the-Lam-It-Stan, it's back to the more mundane activities that characterize our work-a-day lives.

As for yesterday.... well, it took more than a few tours through the showers to scour away the fragrant scent of smoldering Yak dung that we brought back home with us. It's nice to be in a place where we heat with natural gas, despite the impact on global warming.

Slave and Mistress had to put a hold on our typical switch activities because our little Co-ed was here to welcome us home, and also go to the big River City football game with me and two of my friends.

Bur rest assured that we got it on here in more traditional style. I even deployed Mistress's favorite power tool to make sure we replicated as best as possible that switch day atmosphere at the UCTMW World HQ. In return, Mistress taunted her work-a-day cock to a fine state of frenzy with those lush lips before she allowed me to fuck her.

Things were surprisingly unchanged despite our month long absence... the leaves still needed to be raked, the kittens were still "cute", and the outcome of the big game was all too familiar, though the local pussycats did show that they belonged on the same field as last year's Super Bowl team. Around here we call that progress.

During our absence, Mistress started a new job. It's a great new challenge and opportunity for her. But it's been taking up more time than she would like, and has cut into those office worship visits. Maybe I will need to visit her more if she can find a little private space at this modern open floor plan office she now calls home.

Of course, it's also gotten colder here, kicking off "tights season". ANd you know what that does for this Slave.

Sadly, Mistress is up too early today. She's driving to our State's "North Coast" with a colleague, and needs to leave way too early. That probably puts the kabosh on wake-up sex.... but hopefully she will have time for a little pre-drive worship.

To tie up one loose end.... Sin and Aisha asked what will happen to that heard of loyal Yaks who served us so well when we were in hiding in that lovely Yurt.  Fortunately, we've found a home for them at a local farm. What's great about that is that if the WC ever does make arrangements to come visit and deploy his special occasion cock with our CEO, we can arrange a conjugal visit with the Yaks too.  They've missed him ever since he bedded down with them in the Yak shed a few weeks ago!

Mistress and Slave Heading Home

Look for a post here tomorrow, as Molly and Mick emerge from the shelter  of the Sex Blogger Protection Program.

In case you wondered where we disappeared check out our adventures over the last 30 days at Mistress and Slave on the Lam.

Molly and Mick Jump the Shark

No doubt you’ve heard the phrase before. Here’s a definition from the “Urban Dictionary”:

“A term to describe the moment when something that was once great  has reached a point where it will now decline in quality and popularity.

Origin of this phrase comes from a Happy Days episode where the Fonz jumps a shark on water skis.”

We can all think of that moment, and often they are only seen in the rear view mirror:

For Blockbuster, it was the advent of Netflix.

For the record industry it was the I-Pod.

For Rick Perry, it was the day he got into the GOP Presidential race.

For the Office it was Jim and Pam’s wedding.

Well folks, after some deliberation, both before and after having some thrilling wake up sex this morning, Molly and Mick have concluded that UCTMW officially jumped the shark with Home Cuming weekend. 

It was a thrill. It was pressing any number of boundaries for us. But it also created a security risk that probably requires us to close down shop here, at least for a while.

And, quite frankly, we can’t figure anyway to one up ourselves after those three “episodes”.

Yikes.   

What a weekend.

And maybe it's time.

The purpose of the blog, and the contract it arose from, was to cement Mistress’s sense of security and trust with her Slave.

That Mission seems to have been accomplished. We are both in a good, happy and trusting place together.

And some new adventures await that will clearly sap some of our blogging time over the next few months: Mistress starts a new career phase in about 10 days. No doubt the hours will be longer and the tasks more challenging until she gets her arms around this new opportunity.

For Mick…. Well we are already deep into the next election cycle, and that will be taking more of my mental and physical energy, as well as keeping my day job viable.

So maybe we should count on spending a little more time in bed together in the mornings, and a little less time at the key board.

Of course, the Contract remains in effect.

“You will still be my Slave, won’t you?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Don’t worry. We won’t disappear altogether.  You will still be getting our comments on your blogs. And maybe we can finally persuade our Senior Correspondent to do a “spin off” that the rest of you can follow.  She can be the Rhoda to Mary Tyler Moore. Or something.

WC and B are still invited to visit us in our Mountain Branch office. (Any bets on whether they will ever make it?)

Who knows, when the dust settles here, there could by a new version of UCTMW – in some other guise or name – to pick up where we left off.   You will be among the first to know all about it.

So after nearly 2 years (we started mid-November 2009) of (just about) daily entries, and more than 450,000 accumulated page views:

“Say goodnight, Mick.”

Say goodnight, Molly.”