Well…we did have sex Friday morning. And Mistress did make me wear my cage, since we were driving separately. Not that she needs an excuse. Hopefully that earned her some Domme brownie points with her trainer, M.
But when we got home….Mistress crashed with this flu. We both had a brief nap, followed by dinner for 10. Then to bed at 1 am, tired and tipsy. So a pass was well in order. Hopefully Mistress will have a good sleep in this morning.
But I hate to leave you loyal readers without something to consume on a Saturday. It might make you turn to the dark side --- maybe the BP spill cam. How tedious.
So here are some of the questions we have heard (or you may have), with our “candid” answers:
Q. Do you guys really have sex that often?
A. Actually we have it more often than reported here. But if I wrote any more it would cut into our sex time. (and life too.)
Q. Why the blog?
A. To please Mistress. It allows Mick to say some things that my taciturn Irish guy demeanor does not always allow through the spoken word. Like how much I worship Molly. Truly.
That I am hers.
Forever.
That I like what she’s wearing.
That she always, always, look’s nice.
That I am very lucky to have her.
You get the point. And it is all true. But sometimes as we hunker down through the rigors and tedium of daily life, the words don’t spring from my tongue as often as they should. With the blog, Mistress can read it all and also get a few laughs each morning, usually with my tongue worming it’s way between her clean shaven folds.
Of course it’s had some other interesting fringe benefits, including meeting an interesting rogue’s gallery of characters, some of whom appear on these pages. It also eggs us on. Variety makes for interesting things to write about. So we create variety.
Q. How did the Western Correspondent get his job?
A. After journalism school M’s resume asserts that he did several internships in the mountain west, some that involved clever uses of his reputedly perpetually rigid cock. We are a little sloppy, so I never checked his references. But, as you have learned, he does talk a good game.
When he learned of “Under Contract for his Wife” as an emerging, if deviant, voice in the blogo-sphere, he impressed both of us with his clever comments. Not long after his comments appeared, he began emailing us tales of his exploits, including with his wife B, who has been known to wield a painful paddle. We began running some of M tales and commentaries as part of the blog.
Of course, M has since begun to play a much more intimate role in Molly’s life. That began with a phone call while Molly was on a long road trip. And now the mere sound of his voice, or the chime of one if his salacious text messages seems to get her cunt all damp and her pelvis all squirmy. He’s doing an excellent job of training her to be his slave in sex. The folks at Hitachi should consider hiring the two of them as spokes-models. Can’t you imagine them doing X- rated infomercials?
In any event, it’s an inspiring “lurker to master” story of internet hi-jinks, don’t you think? Hopefully Mistress will recover in time to participate in a phone date with him later today.
Q. Where is River City?
A. Well, we do like to preserve our anonymity. Let’s just say it’s not on the Rivers that Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young or Randy Newman sing about.
Q. The other night, did Mistress actually let Mick come after all that teasing?
A. She has authorized me to waive on her behalf the Mistress Slave privilege. Yes, she was merciful. Despite M’s recommendation, she did allow me to come. She says she did so because she likes it when I come with her permission, not necessarily to end my frustration.
Is it a wonder that I worship her so deeply?
Please let us know if you have any other questions.
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