Inside UCTMW... Editorial Philosophy

Over the weekend, as Mistress and Slave were walking on a cold and windy beach, Mistress took some time to add to her rock collection. (Mistress studied geology some in college, and has an interesting assortment of rocks around the house.... I guess that thing for hard stuff started early in life for her?)

She reached down into the wet sand at one point and came up with a flat rock about 4 inches long with a hole worn into the middle by the elements.  That twinkle was in her eye.

"Hmmm.... I guess we could put some string through this and tie it to your cock or balls slave...."

I raised my eyebrow.  Was she serious?

"Then we could take a picture and put it up on the blog".

"But that would be inconsistent with editorial policy, Mistress.... we don't do cock or cunt shots.... it's a sex blog.... that would make us a porn blog."

Yes, I guess that is our core editorial policy here: It's a blog about sex; but not a porn blog. We want to appeal to our readers' prurient interests, but add a little redeeming social value too.

So, despite her vast collection, we've never posted a picture of the special occasion  cock sent to Mistress by the WC. Nor have you seen a photo of Mistress's clean shaven folds, or Slave's work-a-day cock.

Well... we did come close at times, I suppose. At one point Sin asked to see a photo of my cock in it's cage. Mistress waited until a day when Slave had somehow "misbehaved" (I know it's hard to believe), and then directed me to post that photo:  but I grained it up a bit, and the steel obscured it sufficiently so that that imaginary line between porn blog and sex blog was not crossed.

Which brings up last night.

Mistress had an old high school friend and her new boyfriend, both in town for the holidays, over for dinner. Before hadn, Slave got the lecture:

"remember no funny comments about my French lover, or other 'stuff'."

"Of course not Mistress.... have I ever blown our cover?"

Well I guess I make little inside jokes from time to time about our subterranean lives.... but never anything that could not have a double meaning.

The guest arrived. I poured us all some wine. Molly, her friend and the boyfriend moved to the living room.

Slave was in the kitchen whipping up some mushroom risotto, but stepping into to join the conversation between stirs of the pot.

At some point, Molly began showing them photos of her trip to Eastern Europe on the big computer monitor in the living room.... and I heard a bit of a kurfuffle.... hmmmmm.  I put down my spoon and stepped into the living room.

Mistress, sensing my presence, looked over her shoulder....."I accidentally showed them some porn, Slave...."

You see those photos of WCs cock, once on an i-phone, seem to live forever, no matter how hard one tries to root them out.  I assumed that's what they had seen.

Of course, they denied seeing anything....but there was a bit of embarrassment all around, smoothed over with a little more wine and that delicious risotto.

After our guests left, I asked Mistress to explain what happened....

"It was your cock in the cage, Slave.... it just flashed on the screen for a moment.... I really don't think they knew what it was."

Oh, Joy.

And thanks, Sin.