Not Sub Enough?

It was hell week here in River City for Mistress and her devoted Slave.

Thursday both of us were out much later than desirable for work related functions.   Slave was at some work related "retreat" social event that night, and acted a little too much like it was St. Patrick's Day in May.... big mistake, particularly since both of us had to be up and out the door not long after 7 am on Friday.

Hopefully, that explains why you found no post here Friday, and why, at the end of the day both of us were spent..... We did rally though.  Mistress agreed to some pre-bike ride worship, and after a ride that seemed particularly taxing for this still hung-over old fart, we took a little nap in the Executive suite.

Actually, I was so spent that I was thinking real sex would have to wait until this morning..... But.... well we rested on our couch watching a rather lame movie, and the heady aroma wafting from the clean shaven folds spread out next to me were a little too intoxicating.   My fingers found there way there, and I just couldn't help myself as I stroked my beloved to a few leisurely cums as the two lovebirds in this saccharine "chick flick" finally found their way to the altar in the final scene.

Here aroma and the taste of her on my fingers got the work-a-day cock to rally, and we ended our evening in bed with Mistress granting me permission to fuck her. A nice way to put a bad week to bed.

I did want to mention some correspondence we received earlier this week, posted to one of our older entries here (Donna's tutorial in butt plugs, on the "classics" list to the right). Here it is as posted by a "concerned reader":

 

“My hubby looks at youe blog at work – please ley him no he is stupid and will get in trouble one of these days. Thanks.”

It occurred to me that this posting could have been from our Western Correspondent's wife, B, with the spelling and grammar errors a clever disguise. Certainly the WC has been known to while away his work day perusing the blog-o-sphere. But he really ahs no "boss" to call him to account.

But then it may well be from a non-native English speaking  wife, who's husband  can't help toggling over to UCTMW in between more mundane work-day tasks, like retrieving personal data from facebook to sell us products we didn't know we needed. 

Just to be clear, UCTMW does not promote lollygagging or self-molestation during work hours, or using your employer's tech devices to access this blog. So save it for cigarette breaks or early mornings before wifey wakes up, my friends.

Consider yourselves warned. 

Yesterday we also had one of those rare dispatches from our Western Correspondent, who has been a little too busy in recent weeks exploring the opportunities that present themselves at a nearby Swingers Club. We're still awaiting the second installment of his "investigative journalism" report on the Scarlett Ranch. But in the meantime, here is a brief cautionary tale he shared with us:

We almost had a crisis here at the Casa De Miguel the other morning

My lovely bride switched on her trusty Hitachi and It went haywire

Ma-ken all kinds of kinds of weird noises and not vibrating right

Ms WC wore out a mighty Hitachi!!!!

What a stud!!!

She was not pleased and said What the fuck???

Its broken... I ventured

Being the practical one and the horny one she demanded

"You have another one of these around here

Don't you????"

As a matter of fact I did

I felt like a boy scout:)

So the crisis was averted and Ms WC got her normal quota of Orgasms

Just a warning to you Molly, Suzanne and Donna:)

The always prepared,

WC 

Of course, this got Molly and Mick wondering if the "extra" around the house was fresh out of the box, or had been put to other uses, maybe involving the special occasion cock?  Let's hope it wasn't this older model.

In any event, We hope B applied a few Clorox disinfectant wipes before she deployed the handy replacement that WC provided.

Finally, I feel a need to respond to some comments made over at Her Cuckold Wife.

That's the occasional blog of Tammy, the "wife" of Suzanne over at All Mine.  Tammy mentioned that he and three other "subs" among   our  blog world friends - Donna (our much valued Senior Correspondent), Aisha and 'Nilla have formed a little sub support network.  

In my typical flippant tone I commented that I was probably a little too "pampered" to be part of this little troika.  And some of the response comments suggested that old Mick really just "tops from below".  When I talked to Donna about this yesterday she was even more candid.

"You're really not a sub, Mick....."

Oh really?

I asked Mistress about this line of thinking last night.

"So am I not sub- enough, Mistress?"

We've heard this before here in another context.  Mistress, as I believe we have mentioned, is Jewish by blood, culture and upbringing.   But she has an Irish surname now, and is not a particularly observant Jew.  When she has attempted to involve herself in Jewish organizations in town, the response from some quarters seems to be "You're Not Jewish enough".

Fortunately, her response was supportive.  

"You're plenty sub enough for me, Slave....."

"Would you rather have me wearing women's panties to work under my suit, or cute nighties to bed?"

"That's really not what I'm looking for Slave....."

Of course, if asked to do so, I would happily go more "sissy" for Mistress.  Certainly, I would wear the cage more often if it pleased her.  Or a pink thong over it, for that matter.  The point is not to do those things because they are out of some "D/s" playbook, but to do them only if it makes Mistress hot to know I am willing to "go there' for her. And if it makes her hot, well, it makes slave hot too!

And I'm delighted to let her "step out" with J, or any one else who catches her eye.  That's way hot for both of us.

And that's pretty sub isn't it, my friends?

In my mind my role as a Sub is to please Mistress.  Make her feel more secure, more desired, more the Queen of our household. She's the one who provides the directions, explicit or implicit, that helps me fulfill that mission.

Certainly I fall short of that objective more often than I would like to admit.

I know she has a pretty punishing crop and a wooden shoe horn at her disposal, and she knows how to use it when I cross the line, wherever that might be.

But she's the one who sets the terms of my submission here at the UCTMW World HQ, and if she likes me to be a little more macho, and a little less sissified, that's her call isn't it?

I hope that doesn't make her not Domme enough?

We'd be curious to hear our readers thoughts in this touchy subject.

Mistress's Evening Out

While Slave was caged up all day, Mistress had a date night with her lover J.

It had been a some what rocky week for the two lovebirds. Nothing major, but I did catch a bit of a snippy conversation between them one evening on the ride home. The subject isn't particularly relevant ... work related actually... but J was "ranting" as Mistress would describe it.... and Mistress was dishing it back.

I could tell she had some doubts in her mind as to whether their meet last night for "drinks and sushi" at a suburban joint near his "love shack" would end with that or lead to a more carnal "dessert", but I didn't have many doubts myself.

"I'm going to give him a little lecture, Slave....."

"Maybe you should bring along the riding crop.... that might get his attention."

She didn't respond to that suggestion, but maybe my instincts were right.

As I anticipated, things must have warmed up sufficiently between the two "lovebirds" - maybe it was the wasabi? - because at 7:15 or so I got a text from Mistress indicating she'd be heading over to J's and would be home "in a few hours".

"Excellent, Mistress.... have fun."

She did arrive home shortly before 11 pm - she's got another performance for work requiring an early wake-up.

But she did allow me to worship her well utilzed folds while she filled me in on the highlights of her evening.

"He got a good opportunity to lick me down there, Slave..... and these was some rather forceful fucking...."

"Sounds like time well spent, Mistress....."

"It was Slave....", she said, her legs spread as I savored the taste of her / them.

"But it's funny.... he said  it really turned him on the more  I was dishing it back at him this week.... maybe I am a natural Domme after all....."

"I told you to bring the crop, Mistress....."

"You may ahve been right, Slave....."

With that she bucked her way to a little after a long evening of fucking cum, and settled back into bed.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until morning, Slave....."

No problem, Mistress.... I wouldn't want to wear you out.

But the appointed time is now.... so I'll sign off until tomorrow, if you don't mind.

Candidates for Presidential Cock Cage....

Have no fear dear readers.   "They" (work, cute co-ed, random forces of darkness) could not keep Molly and Mick down for long..... There was some nice wake up sex here on Tuesday morning before we headed down to work together.

And despite a drive home that had Mistress being badgered by various work matters, there was an opportunity for worship before we headed off on a nice bike ride here on the hills of our leafy neighborhood.

Dinner with the cute Co-Ed followed, and then she and Mistress headed down to the local DQ for some mom and daughter bonding time.

Nice.

Mistress was contemplating getting up at 6 am today for a bike ride, but I persuaded her to sleep in a little longer, so that we get get our "exercise" on a more sensual way this morning.

And this evening, Mistress has an evening planned with J.... Let's hope they get a chance to knock the kinks out .... maybe do a little "hump day" humping.  I mean that's where that name comes from right?

Now, briefly, back to the "Fifty Shades" mania we've been commenting on here over the last few weeks. It certainly seemed a little creepy that my 85 year old mother was tuned in enough to wonder if that was the book I got her for Mother's Day.  But stranger still is the video clip I saw on yesterday's news from "The View", when in a "pop culture" quiz, one of the dingbats asked The President of the United States if he could name the soft core phenomenon that was on ladies' bedside tables all over America.

Thankfully, he claimed not to know the answer. But he said he'd check with his wife, who seems to have a bit of  Domme in her, don't you think?

Certainly Michelle is much more the Domme than this previous first lady, though it might have served her well to take a firmer hand with her husband, known for his unruly appetites. If anyone could have used a cock cage with the presidential seal on it, it would have been Bill.

But Mistress wasn't having any of it.

"Did you see that twinkle in his eye, Slave..... I bet he knew exactly what they were asking about, but did not want to fess up."

Nevertheless, I know I'd sleep better at night knowing our POTUS has other things on his mind.

I'm watching the clock here.... knowing that my window of morning nookie window will soon open.  I did not get clear direction from Mistress if this is a "cage day" since she'll be driving her own car, so she can stop at J's love shack on her way home.

I guess I need to clear that ambiguity up.  Better safe than sorry.

Unprecedented Way to Start a Work Week at UCTMW World HQ

As our loyal readers may have noted, the pages here were dark yesterday.

Mistress had a very early wake-up call Monday for a trip to the north-lands of our great flat state. 

No time at all for wake-up sex, though I did make sure to get in a little post-shower worship before sending her on her way.

I had my own busy day at work, then fixed dinner for my older daughter, her husband and my two cute grandsons.  By the time the dishes were cleared away and the kitchen clean it was about 8 pm, and Mistress was headed home, arriving here at 9 pm or so, bone tired.

Sex was the last thing on our collective minds.....

I know, you're wondering, what's up with that?

Well, even Molly and Mick sometimes get too danged busy and tired for a roll in the hay.  While we may appear to be sexual super heroes, on occasion, we can revert to Clark Kent or Diana Prince.

And, for my part, an aging Clark Kent, without the thick head of hair.  Did I mention  a recent social run in, last week. It was a business reception at Mistress office, where I met one of her company's clients. He saw our matching name tags and asked me "Is she your daugther?"

Ouch.   Maybe he was going to follow up with "is she seeing anyone right now?"

Well, as it happens, she is , buster.

Which turns our attention briefly to J.

With the Cute Co-Ed back from College things will also be a little different this summer when it comes to J "stopping by".

On Sunday, when I went to visit my cranky Mother, J came over to visit Mistress.  Rather than hang out at the house, they walked to a local coffee shop for Lattes.  When I came home they were sitting down in our "Man Cave", chatting,  but there was no "hanky-panky" going on, with our teen upstairs.

The cover story when she did walk down to say hello, was that J is a work acquaintance, and he and  Mistress had some business matters to discuss.  They watched a show on TV that we all had been discussing, while Slave did a project on my lap-top.

It all seemed very homey, and I think the Co-Ed did not suspect a thing was out of the ordinary.

Nice.

Going back to my cranky Mother.  For mother's day I bought her a book to read by an author she enjoys.  I didn't wrap it, but placed it on a little bag from the book store.

When I handed it to her, before she looked at the cover, she said.

"Oh.... don't tell me this is the book they've been talking about on TV..... that "Mr. Grey thing....."

Arggggh.

Even my 85 year old mother has been caught up in that media frenzy.

But at least that gets us back to sex.

Mistress told me to get upstairs no later (or earlier ) than 6:30 am if I want some action.

See ya.