Mistress Simone on Pulling the Trigger

I am currently reading  Joe McGinnis’s bio of Sarah Palin. Makes me needy for home – I am told that it will be safe to leave our remote locale soon. If Alaska’s ½ term Governor is even 1/8^th as bad as written, this nation dodged a big bullet. Bullets, weaponry and pulling the trigger are a consistent theme in Palin’s life. She threatens folks that she will pull that trigger daily.

Back here in the land of “Simone” and “sam”, I only hope that a few brave men actually fire. Or I had hoped by now they would…. but now …. who knows.

Let me take you back to the early days of the origins of  the notorious Molly and Mick Contract, and this blog (and its predecessor).

Over two year’s ago I was contacted by an old college lover who claimed that he had spent over 20 years looking for me. He is a cyber sleuth and it turns out I was pretty well hidden. “E” told me that I had been that elusive one who had impacted him. One thing led to another, we flirted, talked about hard-core sex and about hooking up.

Only problem: his wife said he could sleep with anyone in the world, BUT me. I guess decades of pining made her nervous. SO … I became personae non grata. We are not yet at the end of the story. Earlier this week he was on the phone to me again. Yes…even 2 years later (but what is two years on the top of my recent calculation that says really 28 years total?).. He still says he wants to get it on. Of course, my contract with “Sam” gives me carte blanche. But I still don’t believe that he will ever pull the trigger.

Then there is the WC.

We have been engaged with one another for close to two years also. I have a library of his beautiful “special occasion” cock shots. We’ve had some hard core phone sex. And he has stayed in touch with me consistently. By and large, he is a guy who does exactly what he says he will, except meet me. Now he claims that we actually will. But I still don’t believe that he will pull the trigger.

And then there is real life. Francois. A man of action. We have an arrangement that is easy and seems to work for Sam, F and myself. Is it heavy? No. Angst? No. Fun, yes. Threatening to anyone? No. I dig it.

So my big mystery is will man #1 or #2 actually take action (like Sarah P.  would) And how much do I want that to happen? Fuck, after all of this trumped up sex talk…I am curious. But then there is this other part. I am thought of by some as  some mystery sex queen. The truth is that I am a 48-year-old woman with an active sex life, good imagination and a husband/slave who gets off on it. I am not counting on either man coming through. But am curious as hell.

I guess that I could wish that they were more like Sarah, but then maybe I wouldn’t like them as much.  Who knows.... maybe they're just shooting rubber bullets .... or bands.

 Frankly, I am a lucky woman with the two that I have in my own arsenal right now…

Happy Thursday

Love

Simone

Shift Change at the Yurt

I suppose I was a little whiny yesterday about Mistress's 24 hour absence. We woke after sleeping in a little later than normal, and I made sure to enjoy my wake up sex privileges after the deferred gratification of the prior 36 hours or so. Plus I knew we'd be getting home a little later than normal from work on Thursday.

"Francois's invited me to go with him to some sort of social gathering for European Ex-Pats over in the adjoining village, Slave.... do you mind?"

"Well,  there's no need to ask permission.... but I certainly don't mind Mistress....we could be here a while so why pass up a good networking opportunity?"

"That's true Slave...."

"Plus it might be fun to go out on a 'date' with Francois.... I'm sure he'll be good company."

After work I had dinner with an Ex-Pat myself, at  a local dive just down the street from our "Court house". He's an Irishman who seemed to be on the lam himself, with some mysterious explanation related to "The Troubles". He was good company and we shared some "Red Breast" Irish Whiskey and talked about old times and departed friends.

At around 7:30 or so, as  we were wrapping up,  I got a call on my satellite phone from Mistress.  "We're heading back to the Yurt now, Slave.... Francois is going to stop by for a while.... so don't be long."

Well, I suspected that Mistress might get a little action in our Chef and IT Specialists hands, so lingered a bit, giving them some space, before I hopped on my Yak to cross the pass to our little valley. As I crested a hill, there was our little home away from home, all lit up, with Francois's Yak grazing in the "driveway".  So it seemed Mistress's "date" wasn't over just yet.

So how do you enter your own home, knowing that your Mistress / Wife might be "in the arms of another man"?

Gingerly. 

I mean you don't want to be loud and rude in a "honey, I'm home" sort of way and disturb them at an important moment.  But you don't want to sneak up on them either. 

I elected to quietly slide into the door and make just enough getting home late from the office sounds so as to not be accused of being a creepy voyeur. 

The plan worked. Mistress called out within a few seconds....

"Slave.... is that you?  Come on in...."

I stuck my head into our sleeping alcove to find Mistress lying, naked in our bed, a small fur pulled  strategically over some of her clean shaven folds, the glow of candle light bathing her smiling if a little stuporous face.  Francois was out of the bed, pulling on his rather colorful boxers.

"It's about time. We were just about to text you Slave.... it's time for you to take over and finish things up here...." he said with that sly Euro-Trash smile.

"I think I can handle clean up duties...."

I showed Francois to the tent flap, exchanging pleasantries, then returned to my Mistress.

"So how was that, Mistress?"

"Good Slave.....it WAS sort of like a date."

She talked about some of the folks she had met.  "He kept saying I was his Mistress.... and I kept looking at him like he was crazy." 

"That's probably how Herman Cain got in trouble."

By now, Slave had stripped away his work cloths.

"Have you had enough, Mistress?"

"No Slave, now I need my cock.... but go put in your device first (my aneros).... I want it particularly hard."

"Of course, Mistress."

She proceeded to fullfill that promise, using those recently manicured fingers and her warm mouth to sculpt it to her liking, then elected to ride it to a few of those nice moaning cums I enjoy so much.

"So how many with Francois, Mistress?"

"I'd say four, Slave...."

"And did he make you beg?"

"Of course..... that's the rule...."

By then Mistress was all tuckered out.... I mean she'd had to endure so many orgasms over the course of an hour or so.  But she did let me finish off on top of her, if only to balance the fun.

"It looks like I got back just in time, Mistress.... other wise who would have been able to fill in at the shift change."

"I agree, Slave.... just in time delivery is a very efficient way to operate."

Night Out on the Steppes

While Slave was in town, trying to adapt to the vagaries of my profession here in Dag-Nag-It-Stan, Mistress was on her mission yesterday morning with Francois, our chef, and newly appointed IT Director.

She actually called me on her satellite phone (courtesy of the SBPP and D, our logistics specialist) to update me on the day's developments. 

"Francois found the corner of the black market that specializes in high tech gadgets, Slave, and there was even this "Genius", with a black turtleneck and those colorful boots, who set me up with a brand new MacBook Air."

"Amazing. But I bet it cost an arm and a leg...."

"Actually, they took a Yak and a saddle, so. we're riding back double.... cozy, but it works."

"How is Francois doing, Mistress?"

"He's actually great... although it was a little embarassing...."

"How so, Mistress?"


"Once we selected what we wanted, he told this lady helping us ... maybe in her 50's.... to hurry up because we had to go home and get naked....."

"I'll bet she loved that....."

"Actually, she seemed to roll with it, Slave....maybe she wanted in on the action....."

I went back to work, and Mistress rode on back to the Yurt with her new toy.

Mistress and I had decided to meet after work in the Village after My mediation --- there was this big mess about a botched eunuch conversion and a pregnant  member of a Warlord's harem. After she arrived on her Yak near sunset, we settled on a bench at   the town square, and Mistress filled me in on the rest of her day.

"We got home and Francois supervised moving all of my files from my old laptop to the new one.... he really does know what he's doing...."

"Great.... I hate trying to do that.... and did he get a tip."

"He told me he'd take either cookies or sex, and that I don't look like a woman who bakes...."

"And so how did that go, Mistress.... I mean, I need details for the blog...."

We had walked over to  a little tea shop, and were munching on some strange but satisfying confection, trying not to be too loud so as to disturb the other customers.

"We did what he calls the English saddle style."

I raised an eyebrow, curious....

"Me riding his cock facing him, rather than reverse cowboy...."

"I know you like that, Mistress.... so how many for you?"

"I'd say three, slave...."

Add those three to our morning sex, and Mistress had done well for herself.  Plus an updated computer to boot (or re-boot).

We wanted to see if there was any village nightlife, so we  asked the lady serving us tea if there was any late night fun in town she could direct us to.  She blushed a bit, then scribbled a little map on a napkin, folding it and sliding it our way, so as not to be too obvious.

"This could be interesting, Mistress...."

Outside, the stars were out, and the surprisingly  tart aroma of smoldering yak dung was in the air. It gets cold at night at these altitudes. Fortunately,  D had equipped us with suitable down parkas. 

We followed the crude map down sound narrow alleys until a dead end she had marked. There we found a small, low building, lit only by a single purple lantern glowing at the threshold. I tried the door -- locked -- but the faint sound of some strange tribal music filtered through the mud walls.  So I knocked.

In a moment, the door opened a sliver.... we were appraised by an older, stooped gentleman in native garb, and apparently passed muster. My guess - he was willing to take a risk on us on the theory that these westerners had real dollars to spend.

As we stepped inside the sweet smell of contraband smoke filled the air....

I pressed my lips to Mistress's ear....

"Dang.... we've found ourselves a gen-u-wine opium den, Mistress."  Looking around we noticed some rather unusual characters, sampling the available goodies.

"None of those robes and veils for the women in here, Mistress."

Neither one of us were into the "hard stuff", but we were in the mood for a beverage, and found our way to a bar tucked on the back. It was a little hard to communicate with the bartender, but with some pointing and gesturing we settled for what seemed to be the house specialty -- Fermented Yak Curd Shots. You could take them plain, or garnished with some crumbled wild boar bacon on top. It seemed better with bacon to me. But to each their own.

With shot glasses in hand we decided to explore a bit. The juke box was playing some rustic local band's cover of "Smoke on the Water", that seemed a little off-key to me, but then it also seemed to please the customers lounging about in various states of consciousness.  Then, as we turned a corner to slide into a back room, we both did a double take.

"Shit.... it looks like the WC got lost on his way to the airstrip Mistress...."

"

Mistress Goes Shopping

I realized after yesterday's post went up that I forgot the photo of the local "welcome wagon" that came to serenade us here at Yurt side, before we had that unexpected visitor. They did a great version of "Stairway to Heaven" as an encore.

Now.... where were we.... Yes, we did have that unexpected visitor, who smelled a tad ripe after his evening in the Yak hut. He presented us with a number of what he described as urgent bills that he claimed that as his former employers we were responsible for it. But when I saw the $629 charge for the 50 gallon barrel of high end lubricant I had to draw the line. I mean,we're all tightening our belts these days, WC. Maybe try some Vaseline, or WD40 at Costco.

Ultimately, we settled on an arrangement where the WC can use certain trademarks and copyrights of our former vast media empire until some time that we might return from exile and reclaim them.  So keep an eye out for a knock-off version of UCTMW authored by someone who has trouble using spellcheck showing up on a computer screen near you soon.

Actually, if his wife B wants to require the WC to sign that contract of ours, she's welcome to it.  the WC might benefit from following my "No Touch" rule for a while. ANd think of all the money he'd save on lubricant!

After our negotiations were completed, WC was headed back to the local airstrip for his long trip home. God speed, big guy!

This morning, I'm off on my Yak to a nearby village to mediate a dispute about whether a local "doctor" screwed up when asked to turn a teenager into a eunuch for a tribal war lord's harem guard. Apparently they don't bother with cock cages in these parts.

But Mistress will be busy.  Our new "chef" Francois is coming over to accompany her to the local black market where she wants to acquire a new, lighter wait computer to use on her new job.  She offerred to meet him at the market, but apparently he wants to "show her a few things", before they head off.

If I'm lucky, she made get a few more lessons on pleasuring the male tool, which usually inure to my benefit.

We will keep you updated.

Mistress Enjoys Her Day in the Yurt

Our first day here in Whatever-it-Stan turned out to be more fulfilling for Mistress than one might have expected.

Of course, there were our typical morning rituals... I wrote then posted the blog using the satellite phone technology in a band-aid tin that D had provided us. Thank God I remembered to unpack it from the pouches strapped to my Camel.  Mistress had a few laughs as I worshiped and she read,  then I made sure she had a few cums too.

D had arranged for her to interview a prospective staff chef named Francois, an ex-pat who like us was  on the lam from some messing complications back in Paris.

"It's a Saturday, Slave... so I think I'll just wear this nightgown... do you think that's OK?"

It was a form fitting number in a purple velvet that barely covered her lush ass, which was peaking out as she arranged the pillows on the richly colored Persian carpet the fills the living area of our new mountain hideaway.

"What about underwear, Mistress?"

"You know I never wear underwear with a nightie, Slave...."

"I'm sure this Francois will be impressed."

I was then off to the market, a few miles over some low rising hills on a yak conveniently provided for such tasks by D our logistics co-ordinator.

As I was selecting some fruits and vegetables from local vendors, I received an unexpected text message... the number was unfamiliar.... hmmmm.... a shopping list from this Francois.

Apparently he must have met with Mistress's approval.

By mid-afternoon I finally steered my yak back to our Yurt, tucked away in this hidden valley.

As I pulled the tent flap open, the yurt interior lit by the afternoon sun filtering through it's canvas walls, I heard what sounded like muttering in a foreign language.... was that Swedish, or French.

There was Mistress, looking rather disheveled if I must say so, lounging on those pillows, as Francois muttered to her while simultaneously working on some computer equipment.  Then she acknowledged my arrival.

"Francois is quite well rounded, Slave.... not only does he cook, but he's setting up our network here properly, so we can finally back stuff up...."

"Excellent, Mistress...."

After I unpacked the groceries, and made Francois some coffee, lightened with some rather odd flavored goat milk that was in what passes for a fridge here, Francois bid us adieu, though I suspect we will be seeing him regularly in the weeks to come.

"So how did the interview go, Mistress..."

"Oh, I think he'll work out, Slave...."

"You mean as a chef?"

"I think that's just the tip of the iceberg."

Hmmm.... as Mistress and Slave adjourned to our bed chamber, I got more of the story.

"It was interesting.... at what minute he's working on the computer system... the next thing you know it's into this bed and well...."

"How many, Mistress?"

"I'd say three slave....he likes that reverse cowgirl position...."

"And did he make you beg, Mistress?"

"Of course, Slave.... that seems to be very important to him...."

Of course all this got me into a frisky mood too.

"Would you like some worship from your Slave now, Mistress...."

"Why not.... see if you can taste anything different..."

It seemed that I could.... though it might have been just the change in climate and all that proximity to the camels.

After Mistress had her fill of Slave's tongue and licks, she elected to ride my cock for a while, adding an additional cum or two to the day's prodigious total.

I think we can get used to roughing it for a while.

A Tell Tale Mark

Mistress was still feeling a little under the weather yesterday morning, but after I worshiped her as she read the blog, she very generously let me partake of her delights. Yes, as Jay mentioned in a comment yesterday, I am a very lucky Slave.


Afterwords, we went for a somewhat abbreviated bike ride (it's gotten too cold too fast here in the heartland), and then were heading out for some errands - Mistress with sullen teen #1, and me with one of my very cute grandsons.

But as Mistress was sliding into some foxy panties, I noticed something that I must have overlooked earlier this week.

"Is that a bruise on your ass, Mistress?"

She was curious, but had trouble seeing what I was referring to. I moved in closer, running my fingers over the little red marks on her  firm left cheek.

"Maybe that spanking from Francois left a little more than a rosy glow, Mistress...."

"Hmmm.... could be Slave."

Did I skip this part earlier in the week. When Mistress had her little rendezvous with her new part time Dom last week, she reported rotating through a variety of positions.

"I was riding hic cock, Slave.... and he was spanking me."

"Was that a turn-on, Mistress?"

"You could say that, Slave....."

It seemed only fair to take a few photos to share this sight with our curious readers.  Here's one of Mistress leaning over the bed.

Can you see the red marks on the left?

They are a little hard to see in this light, aren't they?

So try this photo, a little more contrast, a little closer up:

Poor Mistress.

The Challenges of Multi-Tasking

Yesterday morning, after “going to press” with the blog, I scrambled upstairs to make sure there was time for our wake-up “booty call”. Mistress had an 8 am appointment with Teen #2’s high school counselor about college application plans, and I wanted to make sure that I took advantage of my opportunity before the window closed.

I worshipped as Mistress read what was actually a rather lame blog by our standards. Then I was given the privilege of fucking Mistress, even though she was feeling a bit under the weather.

She is a kind and considerate Mistress, after all.

But I had let her down a bit. She had directed me to wear my cage, but I had forgotten to wriggle my cock and balls into the hard steel ring before our morning engagement, thus depriving her of the harder cock and more explosive cum that she can count on when the ring is in place.

Oops.

When our proceedings were done it was around 7:20 or so.  That’s when I realized that I had a 7:30 am conference call to cover.  Yikes.

I grabbed the ring, hopped in the shower, and somehow got the ring on while shaving and washing up. No easy task considering that my balls were a little contracted after that between the sheets action.

Now I’m out of the shower, desperately searching for the call in number, while also working the cage part onto the little nub protruding from the ring, and trying to fit the lock into the tiny aligned holes so that Mistress can close the lock and secure me away for the day…..

 (This isn't my exact "model", but gives you an idea how things align).

Mistress is getting into the shower now too…. The lock hole alignment is giving me fits. My cell phone speaker is now engaged as I sign into my call, trying to figure out what I missed, answering a question, all the while messing with that damn lock hole thing because it just won’t fit right….

Finally I get the hasp of the lock slid through the aligned holes, and present myself to Mistress, who is now  in the shower, shaving those soft and gentle parts, since Francois had plans to stop by later in the morning.

“Well it’s about time, Slave….. what was the problem?”

“Fumble fingers, I guess, Mistress.”

She shut the lock, and I stepped back into the bedroom, getting dressed while listening into my call.

Later, when I’m at work, I did get a report from Mistress about her visit.

“He could tell I wasn’t feeling well, Slave…. so no orgasms for me today….he wants to make sure I am ready and rested for next weekend.”

“And did he get any attention, Mistress….”

“Well I did give him a little blow job action, Slave….”

“I’m sure he appreciated that….”

“I think he did…. He’s says I’m pretty good at it.”

“No doubt…. I can attest to that.”

Sounds like Mistress is navigating her way through this whole “un-cut” cock thing very capably.

The De-Briefing

First, our thoughts go out to our colleagues over at All Mine this morning. We hope they’ve stocked up on blood pressure medicine and locked all of the sharp objects in the house away in an accommodating neighbor’s car trunk. Their beloved Red Sox are dangling on the slimmest of threads, with one more game to play to see whether they can salvage their rightful spot in the MLB play-offs. 

I know I’m pulling for them, if only for the wagers sure to ensue if they can just make it past the Orioles tonight.

Good luck, Sox!

Now, where was I …. Ahhh….. sex.

Mistress had one of those god forsaken 7:30 am breakfast meetings yesterday, the type that only macho business men foist upon the rest of us here in River City. And this guy is actually retired. So what does he do after 8:30 am? 

That meant that Mistress was out the door before we had our morning “engagement”, and slave was off to work securely locked in his cage, without any relief for his morning cock syndrome.

Mistress did give me a call at around 9 am or so, letting me know that Francois would be stopping by to “pick up his chevre”: The cheese we had acquired for him from our goat herding hostess over our Parents’ weekend on campus.

Hmmmm.

Slave’s cock gave a little lurch in its close confines (even closer than Fenway).

I didn’t hear anything more from Mistress until around lunchtime. No response to my text message that the matching remote controlled butterfly vibrators had arrived via mail at my desk. (No I did not open them!)

But when I did hear from her, she was a little (mercifully) cryptic about what had transpired here at the UCTMW World HQ  during the pre-lunch hours of her “workday”.

“My nipples hurt, Slave…. and my ass too.”

“Ohhh….. poor Mistress…..”

(I suppose I need to be careful about sarcasm, don’t I?)

I knew that I would be able to do a full de-briefing when I got home, so saved my questions.

Mistress was sitting at her computer, awaiting me when I arrived home around 6 pm, in jeans and a black top.

“So you want the ‘tour’, Slave?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

We walked into our kitchen. 

“Well we had some coffee in here, and talked a bit about Babette and our plans for next weekend.”

“Yes…..”

“Then, we headed into that room…..(pointing to our family type room), and sat on the couch….. it seemed he was in the mood for a blow job….”

She mentioned something about his firm grip in her hair while she deployed her skills on his uncut Euro-cock.

By then we were heading up to our bedroom, where Mistress explained they had adjourned next.

As she pulled off those jeans, and I shed my work costume, she explained the variety of positions they utilized over the ensuing hour or so.

And soon slave was on his knees, worshipping Mistress as she so clearly deserved.

“Do I taste different, Slave?”

“Hmmm….”   I said, savoring, while sucking and licking…..quite frankly it was hard to discern a difference but then several hours had passed.  Maybe my taste buds are getting a little old.

After Mistress had been at least temporarily satisfied, she kindly unlocked her cock, and I washed it off before she used those lush lips on me.

“It takes a little getting used to, but the whole un-cut thing is not that different.”

“Glad to hear it Mistress….mybe you can do a tutorial for our readers’

Soon we were on the bed, Slave thrusting into those clean shaven folds, Mistress making those little mewing sounds of contentment.

“So…. How many times did you come, Mistress?”

“Oh….maybe 3, 4 times…. It’s a little hard to keep track…..”

“And did he make you ask permission?”

“Yes…. But, well…. sometimes he’d say ‘no’ when I’d ask…. it can get a little frustrating.”

“Poor Mistress….”

“And then he’d count down in French, and tell me ‘now’….”

“Did that work for you, Mistress?”

“It actually did, Slave.”

Excellent work on that “come on demand” training, Francois!

By now we got distracted in our own rhythms, and Mistress was kind enough to grant me permission the very first time I begged.

Later, as we left for dinner at a little neighborhood restaurant, Mistress passed on something that Francois told her.

“He said any man would be crazy not to want to fuck you….”

“Very true, Mistress….”

“And how did he like the Chevre?”

“Ohhh….. he forgot it….. I guess he’ll have to stop by later this week to pick it up.”

No doubt.

Our Dinner With Francois

It was an  eventful first day back in town for Molly and Mick, getting back on the work wagon and all. And we need to get up and out early this AM, so excuse me if I am a little brief and unfocused on laying out this account. Feel free to ask questions, and I will fill in some more details later.

Slave was back at work in his office, Mistress working from home yesterday, and things were a little open ended as to whether Francois’s own work schedule might allow the two a little time together.

As it turned out, Mistress and he met for some coffee at a Starbucks not far from where he was doing some work. I got the heads up, and a little report on her drive home.

“So how did it go, Mistress?”

“Fine Slave…. we just chatted a while . I think he was a little disappointed that I wore underwear under my skirt though?”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, as we were leaving he reached up under there and I had to tell him he wouldn’t be pleased…. It was a work day after all.”

“True.”

“And what did you talk about?”

“We did cover that upcoming weekend…. And involving his new friend Babette in the proceedings… at some point I sort of shushed him, since it was all this sex talk and I was afraid the Barrista was listening in….”

“And he said?”

“He must be a regular there… he looked at the guy and said ‘didn’t I tell you I was meeting my mistress and we were going to talk about getting a cute little submissive involved in some of our action’?”

“Oh shit…. Hilarious….”

Let’s move on now to further action, after work, back here at the UCTMW World HQ.

What’s nice about this empty nest is that there is no pressure at the end of the day for a quick meal prep to soothe the savage sullen teens. So Slave is free to come home, take off those work clothes, and offer his services to Mistress.

We were in our post-coital bliss, me contemplating what to serve with the fish, when Mistress got a text….

“Francois has some time, and wants to know if it’s OK to stop by with a couple of bottle of wine for us to sample….”

Gulp.  So the time had come for Slave to meet Mistress’s new beau.  But I was undainted, and, of course, very curious.

“Sure, Mistress….. ask him if he wants to stay for dinner….”

(Slave may be impertinent, but all that worship and sex had gotten my appetite aroused.  Couldn’t cuckolding wait until we all had full tummies?)

As it turned out, Francois had not yet eaten,  and there was plenty of Salmon to go around (poached in a mix of mushrooms, eggplant chunks, green peppers and tomato if you’re curious).

Mistress set the table. Francois arrived just as I was sautéing the green beans.  Simple but tasty, if I do say so myself.

We enjoyed the wine, laughed a lot, cleaned our plates, emptied a couple of bottle of wine, and talked about  logistics for our upcoming “Home Cumming Weekend”.

Some topics covered:

n  Acquisition of two butterfly vibrators with remotes, for Mistress and Babette.

n  The need for Mistress to add a larger dildo for use with her strap-on, since Babette is quite open to that experience, and the general opinion was that it was time for Slave to graduate to something more substantial.

n  Mistress’s role in the proceeding? “You’re the switch…. I’m in charge but you get to Domme Babette”, according to Francois.

n  Complements. Mistress is addicted to them, but that’s her Slave’s job. According to Francois, his Calvinist upbringing does not lend itself to lavishing praise.

n  The Blog. It seems Francois is enjoying his cameo appearances. Like us, he is already focusing on how prospective activities will be great “blog fodder”.

Overall, it was a very enjoyable evening. And it was a delight to see the smile on Mistress’s face and the twinkle in her eye as her two men fawned over her, each in their own way.

Afterwards, I commented on the pleasure that Mistress seemed to take in the whole admittedly unusual  proceeding.

“What’s not to like, Slave….”

At some point, after dinner,  I got a call I needed to take, so did not have a good chance to say goodbye, as Mistress walked Francois to his car. He was the perfect gentleman in front of me, I might add. But I understand Mistress got a nice kiss goodnight.

NO doubt, there will be further developments to report.

On the Road HNT and a Preview of Cuming Attractions

No early post here at UCTMW this morning... instead we were up and out early, beginning our long mounful drive back to River City.

Of course, Mistress did get a little action this am. When I woke her at the appointed time, she asked if I wanted to have some early AM sex before we left.  I demurred (for fear I would just want to go back to sleep afterwords) but I did make sure Mistress got some wake-up worship.

Yesterday was a nice summation of our time here: leisurely time in bed in the morning; a bike ride up and down our neighborhood hills and valleys; a little time in the sun, and a nap and afternoon sex before heading out for an evening of food and music in a nearby restaurant/bar.

During the afternoon, we gave a call to Donna, our Senior Correspondent, who was celebrating a birthday yesterday. (The CEO likes to reach out to our world wide staff on such ocassions). ANd yes, Donna, Mistress was strutting around the patio naked while you previewed your adventures at La Domaine. Both of us are anxiously awaiting the next installment.

After 10 days or so of nude sunbathing, Mistress really has done away with just about all of those tan lines, as this HNT  (actually 100% NT) photo demonstrates:

I took the first shift driving once we left our adobe abode, and we stopped for a greasy breakfast at a little cafe in southern Colorado. Now Mistress is at the wheel, giving me time to get something up here to amuse the rest of you, using our mobile Wifi gizmo.

But while I was driving, Mistress was engaged in a lengthy text conversation with Francois, back in River City. (Did you think he had disapeared, dear readers?)

Francois and Mistress have been in increasing contact these last few days, as it became apparent that we were actually coming home. and this morning he was weaving an interesting scenario for Mistress involving another woman (with slightly larger breasts), remote controlled butterfly vibrators, and this humble Slave (apparently wearing his cock cage, at least for a while).

It's something to mark on the schedule for an upcoming weekend. Sort of a "house warming" in honor of Mistress's return from River City.

I won't go into all the details, but Francois, if you are out there.... please feel free to fill in the blanks.

On the Road HNT and a Preview of Cuming Attractions

No early post here at UCTMW this morning... instead we were up and out early, beginning our long mounful drive back to River City.

Of course, Mistress did get a little action this am. When I woke her at the appointed time, she asked if I wanted to have some early AM sex before we left.  I demurred (for fear I would just want to go back to sleep afterwords) but I did make sure Mistress got some wake-up worship.

Yesterday was a nice summation of our time here: leisurely time in bed in the morning; a bike ride up and down our neighborhood hills and valleys; a little time in the sun, and a nap and afternoon sex before heading out for an evening of food and music in a nearby restaurant/bar.

During the afternoon, we gave a call to Donna, our Senior Correspondent, who was celebrating a birthday yesterday. (The CEO likes to reach out to our world wide staff on such ocassions). ANd yes, Donna, Mistress was strutting around the patio naked while you previewed your adventures at La Domaine. Both of us are anxiously awaiting the next installment.

After 10 days or so of nude sunbathing, Mistress really has done away with just about all of those tan lines, as this HNT  (actually 100% NT) photo demonstrates:

I took the first shift driving once we left our adobe abode, and we stopped for a greasy breakfast at a little cafe in southern Colorado. Now Mistress is at the wheel, giving me time to get something up here to amuse the rest of you, using our mobile Wifi gizmo.

But while I was driving, Mistress was engaged in a lengthy text conversation with Francois, back in River City. (Did you think he had disapeared, dear readers?)

Francois and Mistress have been in increasing contact these last few days, as it became apparent that we were actually coming home. and this morning he was weaving an interesting scenario for Mistress involving another woman (with slightly larger breasts), remote controlled butterfly vibrators, and this humble Slave (apparently wearing his cock cage, at least for a while).

It's something to mark on the schedule for an upcoming weekend. Sort of a "house warming" in honor of Mistress's return from River City.

I won't go into all the details, but Francois, if you are out there.... please feel free to fill in the blanks.

Drive-By-Dom

Unlike the new NFL Players Collective Bargaining Contract, mine does not prohibit “two-a-days”.  And, in fact, with the teens off to their new endeavors, it seems that has become the rule of thumb here at the UCTMW World HQ.

 

Morning sex has always been part of our game plan – unless there is some reason for an unusually early exit to get to work or the airport. And of course Mistress enjoys her “morning cock”,  particularly when the hard steel ring for my cock cage is firmly in place.

And with a little less time required to prepare meals and nag teens to do their homework, there is all the more time in the evening for the proper use of Mistress’s cock.

Yesterday evening there was even a little extra accelerant for some post-work maneuvers in Mistress’s executive suite.

She had a late afternoon visit from her new “Dom”, Francois.

What’s nice about the empty nest is that there’s no reason Mistress can’t entertain “guests”. So Francois stopped by for a little iced tea and some conversation.

(Mistress has directed me to keep a little veil of privacy down about whatever else might be happening between them, and her wish is my command on that front).

“He couldn’t stay very long, Slave… he had some personal business of his own to take care of….”

Understandable. But he does show signs of showing Mistress the sort of extra attention that she certainly deserves.

“So what did you talk about, Mistress?”

“Oh, we covered lots of things…. I didn’t know, for example, that he used to be a professional cyclist.”

“Impressive, Mistress.”

“And we talked about how hard it was for me to find a proper Dom”.

“Did he have any theories?”

“He says I’m way too intimidating for most American guys…. They wouldn’t know what to do with me….”

“I definitely buy that theory….”

By now I was experiencing a certain degree of pain below the belt.

“Would you consider unlocking the cage, Mistress?”

“Ohh… my poor Slave…. is this uncomfortable for you?”

(Did I mention that when I got home she was wearing a black tank top. And nothing else.  The site of her clean shaven folds may have contributed to my discomfort).

Soon we were in bed. (Actually, Mistress was in bed, and I was on my knees.)Slave was grazing. And when I made sure that Mistress had a suitable orgasm, she was kind enough to free her cock.

At that point, our bike ride was put on hold for about an hour as we resorted to more amorous forms of exercise.

I wonder if the “drive by Dom” will stop by again today?

Day One in the Empty Nest

We woke with the door open, the cats who fawned over our teens (and were fawned over in turn) were wandering in and out, disoriented that their sponsors had flown the coop.

After I did my blogging, I came upstairs to find Mistress, awake, doing some of her own emailing.  She reminded me that sometime in the middle of the night, our teen had texted that she had safely arrived in Europe.

And although I had work to attend to, we made sure to spend a little extra time in bed together.

Mistress was happy to find that hard steel ring in place, tightly encapsulating my cock and balls, which always produces a particular rigid and persistent accessory when it comes to her morning fuck.

We showered together, and after I dried off, I presented myself to her to close the lock on my cage.

“Good, Slave…. I almost feel sorry that you’ll be wearing it more frequently for the foreseeable future.”

No doubt.

So I was off, and Mistress had her own plans for the day.

I left you all hanging earlier this week about Mistress and her potential “part time Dom”. They did have a brief meet and greet on Monday. A mutual eyeballing and checking for chemistry I suppose, to go with the texting they had engaged in while he was off to Europe for a good part of the summer.

Apparently that first test was mutually passed.

He’s a reader of the blog. No, we’ve seen no comments yet. But he’s picked up on some of the hijinks here, and does not mind becoming a character in our little community.

He’s agreed that we can call him Francois,  a native of France, who has spent the last decade or so here in River City.  We can fill in more blanks later.

Mistress had made plans to lunch with him yesterday. Some additional getting to know you time. And what she might ( or might not) be up to gave me a little extra zap as she shut the lock on Mick’s cage yesterday morning.

Of course, as she’s mentioned, her notions of privacy and decorum are a little more restrained than mine might be. What we share here about developments between her and Francois will be dribbled out at her discretion.

But I can share a funny store that she repeated to me later in the day, when we both found ourselves naked, in our bed on a Friday evening, my cage finally unlocked for the weekend.

“We did what folks always do in River City, Slave…. talk about who we might know in common.  And it turns out we both know R ….” ( a guy who owned a restaurant years ago that Mistress often used for business functions).

“Funny… it’s been years since we’ve seen him.”

“So he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up R and we talked for a while….I hadn’t heard from him in years…. He says we should all get together….”

‘And how did he explain to R that he knew you, Mistress?”

“Just that we were working on some business things together”

Plausible, I suppose.

“And here’s the funny part…. He says that R is sort of into the scene too… described something about him in the basement of his restaurant with two young things, in collars … on leashes.”

Hmmmm.  Who-da-thunk.  And I thought that was just where he stored the wine and kept the fish on ice.

Strange Days have found us.

Mistress was definitely in a feisty mood after her lunch, and it turned out that my cock was the beneficiary. So after she was suitably worshipped, she took to riding it, hard and long, before collapsing on me in a heap, all O’ed out.

Poor Mistress. 

A busy day for the new empty nester.

But our day wasn’t quite done yet.

It’s remarkably liberating to NOT have to worry about what and when and how to feed one’s teens on a Friday evening. Ours had been spending way too much time at home over the summer, consuming our schedule.

So when we were in the mood to put our clothes back on, we dressed casually, and headed to a quaint local town up the road. The wine shop had their Friday tasting going on, and a group of similarly liberated grown ups were tasting the selection available and grazing on cheese and other munchies. We were happy to join them.

We chatted on about our days, and Mistress, as she is want to do, reached out to make sure that I was OK with her little developing adventure with Francois.

“I don’t want you to feel left out, Slave….”

Maybe I was a little relaxed, oblivious to my surroundings, but apparently my voice was not suitably quiet when I reassured her.

“Mistress, how many 60 year old guys get to have sex twice a day, or more if I want it….”

That’s when she blushed and glanced at the semi-chubby 50ish guy in the madras shorts browsing the wine shelf next to us, who quickly stepped away from the couple sharing TMI.

Sorry pal. Didn’t mean to embarrass you.  If you feel discriminated against take it up with your wife. And try ditching the madras shorts.  They are definitely a mood killer.