Weekend Update

Did you miss us? 

It was one of those rare days Sunday when there was no posting here at UCTMW.  Slave was dragooned into helping our cute Co-Ed, in her last week of her first year at college, come up with some ideas for an end of tern essay. So my creative writing juices were redirected away from smut and humour here on this page.

But rest assured, Mistress and Slave kept the home fires simmering here, even as we negotiated around the ins and outs of our daughter, who tempered partying with study before heading back to campus on Sunday afternoon for a final exam.

Of course, there was some leisurely Saturday morning wake-up sex before Mistress went off to get her hair cut, and Slave did a little grocery shopping.  Then both of us went to the gym, since the weather here had turned rather cold and blustery.

After that we were home for a while, before Mistress headed to her "matinee" over at J's love shack. Their schedules meshed well for some afternoon mischief.  Mistress made sure I was not going to get into trouble while she was "indisposed", though she did not impose my cage as extra protection.

I guess I should be grateful for that.

I went down to our local market to pick-up some flowers for our window boxes, and spent some afternoon time catching up on the news, until Mistress came home at around 5:30 pm.

Now I'll confess when she returned I was just a tad horny.  Speculating about what Mistress had been up to with her lover can get Slave a little "edgy" for my own sexual release. But, naturally, I always follow the  "no touch" rule without specific authority.

But when  Mistress arrived home she had that "sexually spent" look that comes with the territory.

I was lounging on the bed. I had just taken a shower and was in a big blue terry robe. But it was pretty obvious from the look on Mistress's face that Slave was not going to "get lucky" any time soon.

"Oh boy, Slave.... sore back from some very athletic sex...."

Naturally, I offerred a massage, and happily took a rain check.

Fortunately for me, Mistress was more than ready to accommodate her Slave later that evening when we returned from a movie. (We ran into some of Mistress's work colleagues at the movie theatre, but Slave was manipulative enough to steer us away from some late night post-movie drinks with them). .After some warm up worship, Mistress granted her Slave permission to fuck her, and I used the opportunity to its fullest.

Sunday morning we woke to a day with a too packed schedule of tasks and activities. Plus our Co-Ed was 'in the house".  This confluence of circumstances caused Slave to defer his Switch privileges. 

After some work on those essays for my daughter, I retreated to the executive suite with the newspapers and joined Mistress for some leisure time in bed.

But when our pre-gym time was winding down, I reached under the bed for Mistress's favorite power tool - the Hitachi Magic Wand.

"Hmmm..... what's the occasion, Slave?"

"I was going to tie you down and deploy this Mistress, but with the Co-Ed here.... maybe we'll be a little more discrete."

Mistress seemed quite content to have me thumb on the device and slide it between those lovely thighs. And she must have been in a "switch Day" mood, even without suitable restraints, because after she let that churning bulb build her oh-so-close to the edge, she asked her Slave for permission to cum.

"Go for it Mistress...."

Then, she let loose, falling over that edge and shuddering and moaning her self to a rather impressive orgasm.  Fortunately, her sore back had bounced back, and Slave was able to get in on the action too.

Friday Evening With Belle de Jour

We're both happy its a weekend at home with little scheduled.

Last evening I stopped on the way home from my conference for some provisions at the local grocery store, while Mistress was collecting our daughter from her not too faraway college campus.

She was home only briefly - disrupting the karma of the empty nest just so long as it took her to gather up some things to head to a friend's house for the evening.

That gave us time for a bike ride on the cool evening, before adjourning to our bedroom for some very civilized kick off the weekend love making, followed by a restful nap.

We drifted back to planet earth around 8 pm, just in time to prepare a quick dinner and watch a movie that had been sitting in its netflix envelope for a few weeks on my dresser: Belle de Jour.

I suspect most of our readers have seem this: a Louis Brunel classic starring a young Katherine Deneauve from 1967.  I was in high school then, so doubt I saw it in the original run, but maybe in college, sometime in the 1968-72 time frame.  Then Molly and I caught it at the theatre during its re-release around 1995.

It was interesting to see in light of this chatter about Shades of Grey, the E L James "mommy porn" that we had fun with here earlier this week.

First, "Belle", a 23 year old frigid newly wed, is about the same age as the virginal Anastasia in Shades of Grey. Both start out sexually inexperienced. But Belle already has her hunky husband. She just seems unable to warm to him, as they sleep in those twin beds you might recall from Ward and June Cleaver's bedroom.

But unlike Ana, who seems never to have considered the subject of sex before falling under the spell of the incredibly rich of a tad sadistic Christian, Belle has some strange fantasies going on underneath. The film starts with this scene, where she imagines her husband turning her over to two gruff coachmen who tie her to a tree limb, whip and then sexually molest her to her unexpected delight.

Ultimately, Belle takes her fantasies to a high end brothel in Paris, where she experiences a variety of clients. One discovers that "she likes it rough". Her clients provide the education and stimulation that her handsome if bland doctor husband does not. But of course she always makes sure to be home by 5 pm to greet her husband as the young innocent when he returns from a long day at the hospital.

Mistress and I saw the movie anew last night, enjoying the Paris street scenes after our recent trip, and the Mad Men with a French twist 60's era costumes and sets. And we noticed in one scene that the lovely Belle was wearing black patent leather shoes similar to those Molly had on in the picture in Thursday's blog.

It's hard to recall what old Mick took from this movie back in my innocent youth, on that all male Catholic campus.  But it certainly didn't discourage me from testing conventional sexual boundaries later in life, did it? 

I suspect that in its own way, the Shades of Grey phenomenon, despite the hackneyed writing and fantastical characters will induce its own legacy of experimentation.

And today, my own lovely "Belle de Jour" will be stopping off at J's house for some afternoon delight of her own.

"I hope you don't mind if it interferes with our usual Saturday afternoon 'activities',  Slave.... it's been a while since I fucked you in the Ass."

"Not at all, Mistress..... I'm sure J has been missing you.... he deserves a matinee."

Of course, nothing prevented me from taking full advantage of Mistress's availability this morning here in the executive suite, which should explain the slight delay in this morning's post.

Bon Jour, all.  Mine has already started out rather "bon".

Late Edition

Slave was a little off his game this morning. I had an early conference call, and needed to hit the road for a meeting in our oh-so-flat state capitol, about 2 hours up the highway.

So here's the choice: get up early, brew coffee and write a blog, or hunker down under the sheets with Mistress on an unseasonably chilly Friday morning as long as possible.

Obviously, you know the choice I made. And Mistress rewarded my sloth with some particularly hot wake-up sex, but only after I made sure her clean shaven folds were sufficiently attended to by my lips and tongue.

In fact she was so generous in her attentions, and her enthralling fragrance and the soft texture of her skin was so compelling that it almost made me feel bad that I had given her that "nostalgic" spanking last Sunday in our DC hotel room, turning her bottom all rosey, as depicted in this photo:

So as I sit here in this rather tedious meeting, discretely typing on my laptop in the back of the conference room where no one can tell that I am posting to a sex blog rather than studiously taking notes from yet another tedious power point presentation, I hope you will cut me some slack over my lack of attention to the morning's deadline.

I figure a  little "cheesecake" should ease your impatience when the morning edition of UCTMW does not arrive in your in-box on time.

HNT/ Mid Week Orgasm Overload for Mistress

Mistress seemed to have a good day here in River City. And Slave has no complaints either.

There was some early morning wake-up sex, which delivered at least two cums to her before she headed off for her 7 am bike ride.

While she was riding, Slave finished his "book review", which Mistress read after we showered. Naturally, while she was reading it only seemed natural for Mistress to spread those lovely thighs to allow her Slave access to those clean shaven folds, from the kneeling position.

So there was another cum for her, and we still had a whole day in front of us.

We had planned on lunch together, and Mistress pulled her car up in front of my building. I took the wheel for the short drive up to a local market area, where we had a yummy lunch of Vietnamese noodles and spring rolls. Then we picked up some ruby trout for dinner. J was planning to join us, and we know he enjoys Mick's fish.

We headed back to my office - Mistress had a post lunch appointment elsewhere in my building - and there was still a little time for some mid-day worship.

Our loyal readers know the routine by now. Slave slides Mistress's "throne" against the door, and spreads an absorbent blanket on the seat.  Mistress sits.  Now that tights season is over, all she had to do was pull down her "drawers" let them droop over one foot, and let Slave fall to his knees and take care of business.   By the time I was done, Mistress had moaned and shuddered her way to two more cums.

We were headed home for our dinner with J by 5:30 pm.  We were thrilled to find what we had been waiting for for weeks now: notice that sullen teen # 2 had gotten into the college of her choice, which was a big stress reliever for her parents.  This put us in a celebratory mood, and as we changed into our dinner attire: me jeans and a polo shirt, Mistress a very short black and white lace nightie, sans undies, Mistress reminded me of my duties.

"Aren't you going to offer to worship, Slave?"

"Of course, Mistress..... I just thought that with J coming over you might not want to 'indulge' before dinner....."

"You think too much, Slave....."

No doubt. So there I was, on my knees again for the third time of the day.   Mistress seemed pleased, and even more relaxed by the time I was done with my "duties".

Soon I was preping for dinner, and J arrived at around 7 pm.  Mistress greeted her in the naughty little outfit decribed above, which seemed to raise an eyebrow.

"It's been a week J..... did you miss me?"

I think we all know the answer to that question.  But Mistress liked hearing it anyway.

Dinner was tasty, if I do say so myself.  Trout Almondine. Roasted Potatoes. Sauteed green beans.

Mistress offered to clean up while the "men folk" talked, but I wouldn't allow it.

"Don't you two kids have some catching up to do?"

Mistress certainly agreed, and led our guest by the hand up to the "Executive Suite".

Slave busied himself for the next couple of hours with the NY Times and the ranting on MSNBC.

When Mistress and J came up for air, joining me downstairs,  She had a dazed, well-fucked look.  Who knows how many more cums had been added to the day's tote board.

The three of us sat a while on our coach, Mistress in the middle, cuddled up to both of us, as we watched the most recent episode of Mad Men - A classic I might add, wherein Peggy gives a hand job to an anonymous fellow she shares a joint with at a movie theatre, and Roger Sterling takes an LSD trip.   Ahhhh.... the 60's.

After J bid farewell, Mistress and I headed up for bed.  I offered to worship one more time, a nightcap so to speak, but Mistress admitted she'd had her fill, at least for a Wednesday. 

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P.S. - yesterday we did our review here of Fifty Shades of Grey.  For a more thoughtful and better written take, check out Remittance Girl. http://remittancegirl.com/

Fifty Shades of Cliches: a UCTMW Book Review

Slave had grown tired of all these news articles about the run-away, kindle stuffing,  word of mouth erotica blockbuster, Fifty Shades of Grey over these last few weeks.

First there was the cover story on the New York Times that caught my eye. Then the snarky column by Maureen Dowd casting aspersions by citing her pal who she claimed was a bona fide dominatrix. (Some of us wondered whether she was quoting herself!)

This week it was  a Newsweek cover story psycho-babbling about  the needs of women to submit as a reaction to the "liberating" stresses of feminism. And there was a counter article in Salon by a purported Domme about the fact that "guys like it too!"  The Entertainment magazines are already casting the movie for us.

So when I saw the whole danged "Fifty Shades" trilogy on sale at the airport book stall last week on my way to DC, I decided it was time for me to put on my UCTMW book reviewer hat and see what the fuss was about. I picked up the first book in the trilogy, and finished it over the weekend.

It was a quick, amusing read, but rest assured that I will not be acquiring volumes 2 and 3.

What we have here seems to be a cleverly marketed cult classic wannabe by author  E L James, "a former TV executive, wife and mother of two", which has all the narrative stylings and linguistic finesse of a Nancy Drew book layered with a veneer of soft core porn.

While her books has been described as  a hit with the housewife set, it is written as if  the target audience is teenaged girls. Think the Vampire books, but substitute for the devastatingly handsome vampire an even more  devastatingly handsome, impossibly rich, 27 year old amateur concert pianist and pilot, named Chrsitian Grey, with  a "Red Room of Pain" in his Puget sound view luxury condo, tricked out with all the bondage parephenalia one could dream about.

 Instead of longing to suck the blood from our virgin  heroine,  recent college grad and English major, Anastasia Steele, this guy would rather tie her down, spank her ass and  force multiple orgasms from her awkward but shapely young body.

What teenaged girl could resist this fantasy?

But the heroine in this book does way too much agonizing, even as she wallows in all those cums, not to mention the stylish Audi, priceless first editions, new Mac Book Pro and sophisticated  wardrobe our hero/villian lavishes on her. All he wants her to do is sign a contract of submission for a three month term, not unlike the one between Slave and Mistress here at UCTMW. But this "contract" has so many out clauses it seems hard to complain about.

And yet.... despite multiple rounds of negotiations, and plenty of concessions from Mr. Grey (only three nights a week? sure baby) , she never can get to "Yes", despite what she describes as her undying love and attraction for her would be Dom.  She just wants "more", can't he understand that?

Particularly annoying for those of us who dabble in this "lifestyle", is that the author seems to go out of her way to judge Mr. Grey for his lovely kinks, while fully exploiting all those kinks to sell her books.

How to explain his perversion?  Well, he was the son of a crack whore, who put cigarettes out on his chest, until he was adopted by a wealthy couple from Bellevue.  But just when things were turning the corner for poor little Christian, he was seduced at 15 by some "witchy" house wife, aka "Mrs. Robinson", who "abused" him as her "sex slave" for a few years until her hubbie discovered their secret.

How come my neighborhood didn't have any women like that as an alternative to the Boy Scouts?

Mr. Grey a guy who can't handle being touched. But he obsesses about "hurting" poor Anastasia before forcing yet more orgasms from her.

So despite all of those hot sex scenes, tossed in every 12 and 1/2 pages or so, the hard part of reading this book is all the angst in between, as poor Ana battles her nagging "subconscious" and "inner goddess", depicted as two little mini-Anas, with one telling her to hold out for "true love" , sans a sore ass, and the other telling her to grovel her way to sexual glory.

Gag.

And then there are the cascading cliches that one has to suffer through to struggle to the end. How many times did I have to read that Mr. Grey "found his release" (but, of course,  only after Ana was "shattered" by her own breathtaking cum)? 

How many times did I have to learn that Ana was intoxicated by the scent of Mr. Grey's freshly washed hair and body wash?

WTF.

What self respecting Dom uses "bodywash"?  Irish Spring, Dial  or Ivory aren't good enough?

 I suspect these books will endlessly circulate through high school lockers and college dorms over the next 5 years, earning E L James countless millions, particularly from the movie rights. But the discerning readers of UCTMW can do so much better when they reload their kindles.

Our Western Correspondent Visits His Neighborhood Swingers Club

It’s not often that we get a report from our Western Correspondent that does not involve deployment in some form or another of his special occasion cock. But since this was an initial foray into an unknown environment, and Mrs. WC was along to keep tabs on his, we will cut him some slack. Though I am a little anxious about what the monthly UCTMW expense account tab will show:

Well Mick,

B and I went to the swingers club near our house Saturday night.

Very impressive

A very nice property

It is an old hunting lodge on the banks of what passes for a river around here

A big wooden log structure they clam is 18,000 square feet, which sounds about right

The are Buffalo, Elk, Deer, and Bear heads mounted on the wall as used to be the style around here

Think upscale Dude Ranch in Colorado, Wyoming or Montana, and that is what it is like

There are two big rooms each with a bar  

They serve food with a wait staff

The compound is 5 acres, fenced, with some nice cabanas and lawn for sunbathing or fucking in the sun:) in the summer

There were several big screen TVs scattered about, playing either Porn or motocross

Not quite sure what that was all about…. but ,,,,oh well... the porn was good:)

There was a stage and a big dance floor, and they had a DJ playing a dance beat all night long

There were several hundred people there.... the place was packed

They don't have a liquor license, so you just bring your own beverage and give it to the bartender and he serves you all night

The bartender was a great guy, but as B noted "the bartender doesn't have any pants on"

Actually he did have some kind of skimpy shorts on but not your usual bartender uniform

B and I got a table and just watched the people for a couple of hours

Dress for the evening seemed to me to be, for lack of a better word.... slut!

And I mean that in a good way:)

Lots of very short dresses and skirts... sans panty for the most part, BTW

Very low cut tops... some under the breasts:)  Corsets and some fetish wear

Guys were “business casual”

So people just danced and socialized till about 10:30, when we noticed people disappearing thru a door

Being the erstwhile UCTMW reporter I figured we better investigate: )

The door led to the kitchen and you walked thru the kitchen to a stairway that led downstairs

Think the movie Goodfellas, where the boys entered the Copa Cabana through the kitchen

Was kind of like that:)

The basement was a labyrinth of different rooms kind of like a maze 

Each room was different had some had couches, some beds, lots of mirrors, one fetish room with some bondage furniture and a spanking horse

Just your normal basement

Except .............

THERE WERE PEOPLE FUCKING ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!

Guys fucking girls, girls fucking girls, many people all fucking each other, anything you can imagine

OMG!!

We had no sooner set foot in the first room when we were approached by a couple and asked if we wanted to "play"

We declined their generous offer, and just wandered around watching the show

BTW the facility had bowls of condoms scattered about,

See, they are safety conscious:) 

We were asked to play by several other couples but we had decided not to on our first visit so we didn't but .... next time:)....

Anyway we had a very good time, and think the place is very, very cool...

Dispatch from the Western Headquarters of UCTMW,

Signed

The 

WC

Mistresss Gets a Nostalgic Spanking

Mistress and Slave had a lovely Vietnamese dinner in Georgetown last night, then took a long walk back through those romantic lanes that transport you back to the Gilded Age, or the days of Presidents Cleveland and McKinley.

But as we strolled through those gaslight lanes, we reminisced about a trip we shared to our nation's capital more than 20 years ago. We were in a different world then (as well as different marriages), and it was long before your writer became the slave in this relationship. George H.W. Bush was President, and we were all trying to keep track of those thousand points of light.

In fact, when we walked these lanes on that occasion we were playing a bit of a sexy bondage game: Mistress wore some solid police handcuffs, behind her back, with her black raincoat tucked over her shoulders.  It seemed like a hot little adventure at the time, and does even now.

On the same trip, Mistress recalled, I used a wooden hairbrush to redden her lovely 20 something bottom.  Just talking about it got the juices flowing.  Then I remembered in the morning it would be our "Switch Day".

"Do you happen to have a hairbrush with you, Mistress?"

"Uhhhh..... yes, Slave..... I believe I do."

So this morning, I lavished some oral attention on Mistress's clean shaven folds as she caught up on the blog.  But I left her short of satisfaction once she put the computer down.

"Why did you stop, Slave?"

"Where's the hairbursh, Mistress?"

She seemed a bit taken aback, but confessed that it was in the bathroom.  I fetched it, returned to the bed, and insturcted her to slide over my lap.

"You're really going to spanke me with that thing, Slave?"

"For old times sake, Mistress."

I must say she squirmed delightfully, and stifled the cries of "agony", as I proceeded to redden that delightful bottom.  Of course I broke up her punishment with some slow and devious strokes with palm and fingers, so that by the time I put down the brush, it hardly took me long to use my fingers to give her a nice little pre-fuck cum, all while she was still lying across my lap.

Mistress takes her medicine well. Better than me, I might add.  And don't you like the red glowher brush left "behind"?

Dispatch from DC

We've spent a lot more time in bed than on a typical trip to DC. Both of us had been burned out from work and travel, so the time with a hotel room at our disposal and not much on the schedule these last 24 hours has been a respite for us.

Of course, it's also given Mistress and Slave plenty of time for "two-a-day" hanky panky.  Nothing like waking from a good night's sleep, or a late afternoon nap to get both of us in the mood. This afternoon I enjoyed using my teeth to tease and torment Mistress's nipple while my left hand sliding between her thighs slowly brought her to the edge and kept her there for a while until she came, gasping with relief.  It was only then that I was invited to fuck her.  And who was I to turn down the invitation?

We have done some sightseeing while we were here, including walking past the White House last night after dark with my daughter.  Then, this morning we joined the masses for a glorious tour of the White House grounds.  It's the "garden tour" weekend, and we were lucky to be here for it. As it happens, J rang up Mistress to say hello, just as we were walking past the White House putting green.  And since J is a mega-golfer, she asked me to take a photo and text it to him.

"It's strange that they would hit golf balls so close to the White House, J. I mean couldn't they break a window?"  Simultaneously, J and I  both explained to her the difference between putting and driving the ball. As you can tell, Mistress has spent lots of time on the golf course.

We had lunch at a sunny cafe near the White House, then returned to our hotel for some more reading, snoozing and sex.  Tonight will be low key, the two of us walking over to Georgetown looking for Vietnamese food.

We'll make sure we are in bed early, with nothing to do beyond lounging in bed until check-out time. 

Hope all of you are having an equally restful weekend!

ReUnited

Thankfully, Mistress's plane was on time arriving here in DC, giving us plenty of time to "catch up" in our hotel room before dinner at one of our favorite restaurants anywhere.

I think Mistress was a little stunned at how quickly Slave shed his clothes and assumed a pseudo-seductive position on our bed.  But it did not take me long to coax her into joining me. While Mistress had plenty of sex with J on Wednesday night, I believe she was sympathetic to my sad and horny plight. It would not take long for her work-a-day cock to resemble one of this City's notable monuments.

Soon my face was buried in those clean shaven folds, as I savored the flavors and scents I had been desperate for during my 36 hours or so of celibacy.  (Though I surely wasn't tempted in her absence to sign on with the right wing Catholics camped out in the Hotel lobby yesterday morning for their big "prayer breakfast", which looked just like any other big political fund raiser but for the smattering of nuns in full regalia. My guess is these weren't the same nuns slapped down the other day by the Vatican for being too caring for the poor and too soft on gay marriage).

Things developed nicely over the next few minutes after Mistress had a choice starter cum. She was pleased to allow me to fuck her with both energy and vigor, and, in response to my questions, fill me in on some of the other more exotic uses she and J had put to the furniture in our TV room.

Whether you call it a "hassock" or a "footstool", apparently there was enough room on it for Mistress to get on all fours and be taken by her "relief pitcher" from behind.

"But after a while, we did adjourn to the bedroom, Slave....."

I was more than content with the comfort sex unfolding for me here in DC, and soon Mistress gave me permission to cum..... Ahhhhhh.

And we just repeated the sequence again here this morning, after a very good night's sleep cuddled close and tenderly.

Now we're up and heading out..... me to the end of my rather tedious conference, and Mistress to some meetings with some movers and shakers.

But it looks like our schedules will have us back together here by around 3:30 pm.  I don't think we'll be wondering what to do.

Mistress Entertains her Lover at Home While Slave is Out of Town

Slave is hunkered down here in DC at a professional conference. It's one of those big convention hotels with maze like corridors,  and naturally there are lots of other meetings and events going on at the same time.

Last night as I returned from dinner I noticed that this morning there is something here called the "National Catholic Prayer Breakfast". Well, as you may have noticed from random remarks here over the months, Slave was raised Catholic, and went to Catholic schools from kindergarten through College.

But this crowd apparently is not the sort of Catholic crowd I was raised around - at bingos, or in a big assed college football stadium. No, these folks are the ban birth control and abortion crowd, who have got louder and louder in recent years. (Also the variety that seems to shelter pedophiles, but then that's a whole other rant, isn't it?)

I noticed this sign for an obscure college I'd never heard of:

You can bet I won't be praying for these folks this morning as they try to deny contraception coverage to their female employees.

But, as you can see, Slave doesn't have the content for a proper sex blog here in my lonely hotel room.

On the other hand, I did get an update from Mistress on her evening at home with J.

She called me at around 11 pm, to report that J had just left and she was headed to bed. Because of a very early business meeting he was unable to spend the night.  But it sounded like things were hot enough to tide Mistress over until we get together here at the hotel this evening.

"We had some food, watched MadMen, then, well .... that's when the sex part began, Slave."

"Any details you want to share with our readers, Mistress?"

"Let's just say things started downstairs before they resumed upstairs, Slave...."

"Oh really?"

"We broke in the breakfast table, for one thing?"

"Hmmm..... you were actually on the table?"

"I was Slave .... on my back.... but he was standing."

"Wow.... now that's impressive...."

It will give me something to mull over the next time I eat my corn flakes there.  Fortunately, it's an old farm table, with thick sturdy legs. 

"I hope you got your fair share of cums last night, Mistress."

"Not to worry, Slave...."

Unfortunately for me, there was no waiver of the "no touch" rule.  Her Slave will be amply desperate for her tonight. I'm hoping her plane gets here on time so there will be some opportunity for a little sexual relief before we head to dinner.

Otherwise it could be a long night.

We did get a couple of questions yesterday from 'Nilla and AIsha asking if J can be categorized somewhere on the Dom - Sub continuum. While I will defer to Mistress for a more definitive answer, I think it's fair to say that their endeavors have been more conventional ( if rather athletic) than kinky,  Though it seems J has enjoyed it when Mistress has tied him to the bed in his love shack.

We'll just have to see how this develops.

In Transit

Another morning at another airport.... it's a routine that Slave has been able to avoid over the last few years, but still filled with annoyance from the all too familiar dulling routine of the security line and all the rest.  It's no fun  sliding out of bed before 5 am when Mistress is there, all warm and cuddly.

Fortunately, we got in some "quality" time yesterday.... a little lolling in bed and slow and tasty wake up sex.  Then, at the end of the day, some worship before a bike ride. A nice dinner at home, then some drawn out love making before bed time.

It will have to keep me going until Mistress arrives to meet me in DC on Thursday evening, because the "no touching" rule is in effect until then.

Mistress does have some plans of her own this evening though, which she reminded me of as she teased my desperate cock last night with her warm and tender lips.

"Are you looking forward to the taste of your other cock Wednesday evening, Mistress?"

"Ummmmm...... I suppose I am Slave....."

She and J have some plans this evening.... he'll be coming over for the evening, helping to warm Mistress's bed in her Slave's absence.  A little change of pace from Mistress favorite relief pitcher is in order.

And Slave will stew in his solo hotel room tonight in our nation's capitol, looking forward to my own relief Thursday evening. 

Unless I can find a Secret Service party to glom onto ....

Lazy Slave

Slave rolled over in bed this morning, with Mistress's arm draped around me. It was time to get up if I wanted to compose a proper blog.....

"Maybe I'll skip the bog this morning, Mistress.... too tired, and too cozy in here...."

"Fine by me, Slave....."

As it turned out, the extra time in bed was well spent.

It gave me more time to graze at the delta of Mistress's luscious thighs.

It gave me more time to take my pleasure from her slowly and passionately, making sure she had a bonus cum or two before I begged for my own permission.

And it even gave us both more time to loll in bed, reading the paper and catching up with the enws of the day before we hit the shower.

And since Slave has to be up and out very early tomorrow to visit our nation's capitol, well might as well enjoy a little extra time in bed with Mistress when the opportunity presents itself, right?

Pleasure Deferred, but not Denied.

While J slept in a little later, Mistress had joined me in that short, sexy, silky cream colored robe on our living room couch, reading the morning papers. Her legs spread a bit allowing me to gaze longingly upon those clean shaven folds, and even fondle them a tad.

Truth be told, I was longing to partake of them, press my face and nose there to taste the mingled aromas nesting there.  But we were in a bit of "Ms. Manners'" no man's land.

"Is it polite to have sex with your wife while her lover is still here, upstairs lingering in bed?"

"I'm not sure Slave..... I mean what if he woke up and wandered in while we were making love.... "

"I agree that could be a little 'awkward', as the teens would say...."

Well, maybe we'll get there someday.... but not yesterday. And I do think Mistress enjoys making her Slave squirm a bit too.

Instead, I everted to my "field slave" persona, and went outside to do some pent up yard work, while Mistress went back up stairs to "wake up" J.  About 40 minutes later he came out in the yard, at Mistress's direction, to fetch me for breakfast. 

It was a leisurely meal, sitting around our sun drenched table. Mistress had whipped up some scrambled eggs with goat cheese, impressing her lover with her domestic skills, no doubt. 

"I didn't know you cooked, Molly", he noted, in awe.

Slave snickered to himself at that one.

And Slave was happy to make J some coffee to go with it.  Afterwords, I adjourned to the back forty, literally "clearing brush".

"I will leave you two to your own devices....."

About an hour later I came back in, as J was preparing to leave for a round of golf with some friends. Mistress was still in that revealing robe, though I did notice that one of her lovely breasts was lurching out at an amusing angle when I came upstairs to strip out of my now sweaty "field slave" attire.

Not long after, Mistress escorted J to the door.... then returned to the arms of her now rather horny and sweaty Slave.

"Since you're so sweaty already Slave, maybe we should go for that bike ride before we fuck?"

"Your wish is my command, Mistress."

It was a beautiful day here, so the bike ride made perfect sense, particularly before it got any hotter.

And afterwords.... well it was with great pleasure that Slave was able to nosh on Mistress's clean shaven folds, with all those flavors mingled together for a perfect storm Sunday sundae of delight.

Once she had shuddered her way to a series of cums courtesy of my lips and tongue, she teased and tormented her cock with those crafty fingers, until I was desperate to fuck her.... I mean it had been since Saturday afternoon!!!!

Fortunately, she was not too tuckered out from her night (and morning) with J.

"Of course you can fuck me now, Slave."

Dinner Out With the Three of Us

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we got our heads back on the ground today. Though Mistress had a breakfast meeting with her Boss, a little earlier than she would have preferred, we did have the opportunity for some slow and deliberate wake up sex.  After two days off that schedule, it was quite a relief to get back into a proper groove.

After that, Mistress was off to her breakfast meeting and Slave was taking his cute grandsons on a little outing.  I made sure to pick up a little treat for Mistress while I was out, to make amends for my Easter Sunday negligence.

 Yucky, I know. But she clearly has a soft spot for these suckers, which I think have a half life of about 30 years.

Later we both went to our gym for a little early afternoon workout, before reconvening in the Executive Suite.  After a much needed nap - there's been a serious sleep deficiency this week - Mistress and Slave had round two of the day. Again, nothing flashy, just some nice worship of those clean shaven folds, followed by Slave getting permission to fuck his loving Mistress to his heart's content.

By then it was almost time for Mistress's lover J to show here for our dinner out. But, quite cleverly I might add, Mistress arranged for J to show here more than two hours before it was time to leave for dinner.

Do you think she had something in mind?

While I was getting dressed to welcome our guest. Mistress seemed in no rush, sliding a short, silky, cream colored robe over her lush nakedness.

"Does this make me a slut, Slave?"

Who was I to suggest that.

"Of course not Mistress..... just a very welcoming Hostess."

As it turned out, Slave had several days worth of the NY Times to catch up with, and a few household chores to handle as Mistress entertained J upstairs in the time before we headed off to dinner.

We had selected a favorite spot of ours in a City neighborhood, and a place J had never been before. The joint was hopping with a trendy crowd, and we saw some friends we chatted with as we waited for our table.  While I think there could have been some initial discomfort at the  thought of this three way "date night", it turned out quite nicely. Mistress noted a mutual acquaintance ( a woman who's husband died a year or two ago) out with another couple, and said, "who knows, maybe there's an interesting dynamic there too!"

Somehow I didn't think so.

While most of our conversation was typical dinner table story telling, at some point Mistress asked the open ended question --- "well, is this a little strange, or what?"

And I suspect that J is still wrapping his head around it.  But I tried to put him at ease with a sports analogy.

"Not at all..... think of me as the starting pitcher..... but a good starter always needs a relief pitcher.... a closer.... to step in for him."

Jay understood the concept.

"Right, when that pitch count gets up.... well.... you don't want to wear out that 'arm'".

Mistress teased J about a statement she claims he made a few weeks back --- that, according to her, he suggested he could probably only meet her demanding standards "a couple times a week".  He said it was really "a few", certainly more than twice a week.  But regardless, we understood his POV.  He's like the starting pitcher with the overpowering fast ball, who needs some time between starts to get his "arm" back together.

On the other hand, Slave is conditioned more like that old knuckleballer, Joe Niekro. Maybe he did not have much "stuff" on the ball, but he could be on the mound most every night, into his late 40's.

And it seems Mistress is enjoying the varierty of styles from her "bullpen".

When we got home, at around 11 pm, we were all ready for bed.

Mistress had made it clear at dinner what the sleeping arrangements would be.

"You'll be sleeping with me, J, in the (sullen teen's) room," which is down the hall from the "Executive Suite"

And while J offerred to sleep solo downstairs, she would hear nothing of it.

Mistress did her bed time face washing rituals, back in that short robe, then kissed her Slave goodnight.  As always, she took my "temperature", making sure her Slave was comfortable with the concept.

"Of course, Mistress....."


I was the first riser this morning. Mistress must have heard me up, making coffee, and drifted down the stairs, completely naked, to give me a kiss.

"Hope we didn't wake you, Slave....", then she headed back to bed with J.

Come to think of it,  there were some ambient moaning sounds emerging from their room at around 6 am or so.  I suspect I'll hear about it later.

Tutorial On Oral Pleasuring from Our Senior Correspondent

 Hell week is finally over here at the UCTMW World HQ.  Mistress got home from her two night business trip yesterday afternoon, and Slave ended a marathon of performance art for my own job. Both of us were too burned out last night to undertake the bike ride we had planned. But there was plenty of R & R & S.  We had some catching up to do!

Tonight we're looking forward to dinner at a favorite local restaurant with J. What the "sleeping" arrangements are after dinner is done  is anyone's guess!

Thankfully, Donna was kind enough to pass on this contribution while Slave catches his breath!

Isn't it great when you come across something that really strikes you as funny? That happened when I came across this little saying the other day.

It made me think of subs I know, both male and female. Our bad mouths may irritate our Dommes/Doms and put us in the position of being disciplined, but those same mouths deliver great treats for our Mistresses and Masters. In thinking of recent experiences of Mick, tammy and me, we have all three received significant spankings or croppings for using our mouths in a manner not so pleasing to our Dommes/Doms. 

Molly used a crop on Mick just this past weekend for making some remarks in front of friends that she thought were ill-advised. tammy has received the old-fashioned wooden spoon treatment from Suzanne to help her remember her Ps and Qs, and at my last offense for inappropriate language, I was the recipient of a bare handed spanking, followed by swats with a crop.

On the other hand, certainly those who read UCTMW regularly are familiar with Mick's talented tongue and lips that are always ready to bring Mistress Molly to throbbing orgasms at any time and any location. Making use of every room in their house, both of their office buildings and every stop on cross-country trips, Mick is always turned on and ready to use his mouth to make Molly twist and shout.

That being said, I think tammy, over at All Mine, would get the award for dedication to service by using one's mouth in a positive and loving way. she is absolutely dedicated to doing a marvelous job of licking and sucking her Domme Suzanne, bringing her to orgasm again and again, using her considerable talents on Suzanne's clit, vulva and vagina as well as her rosette. tammy also fluffs Jay, he of Trophy Cock fame and the third person of their Loving Triad. And after the Trophy Cock has been fluffed, and Jay and Suzanne have made passionate love and the TC has released its seed in Suzanne, tammy consumes the evidence of the love shared among the three of them and cleans both Jay and Suzanne with her tongue, lips and mouth.

In my case, Bill is quite pleased with my oral talents. Granted, he sent me to LaDomaine for training for that particular skill, so it would be a disappointment to be found lacking, but there have been no complaints. I have several different styles of blow jobs, but the most common for us lately has been the planned, relaxed variety. This involves beginning with a warm washcloth that I use to slowly and provocatively wash Bill's groin. Over and under, around and around, up and down, going slowly and gently. The washcloth drops away and I blow softly all over the area, working my way to his balls. I gently suck one ball into my mouth, rubbing my tongue back and forth, incrementally increasing pressure as I continue. Then slowly pulling back my head, I reluctantly allow the ball to drop from my lips. Sucking the other ball into my mouth, it receives the same treatment.

The time is then right to lick my way with long, moist licks all the way up to the tip of the penis. That special area just under the head that corresponds to the female clitoris gets the same sort of attention I like to receive on my clit, the tonguing, gentle nibbling, pressure and suction. When the drops of pre-cum are running down from the head of the penis onto my lips or cheek, I lean up and hold my mouth open surrounding the head of the penis, letting my warm breath increase anticipation, and then quickly lean forward to take as much into my mouth as I can. With constant suction, I begin a rhythm of going straight down as far as I am comfortable, and letting the tongue add just a touch of a twist on the uptake, just as you would with your hand. After his breathing patterns change up, the time has come to relax the throat as much as possible to take even more in. From that point there are variations I employ, but having started with careful attention to detail, the end result is always explosively wonderful.

So as one among many with a bad mouth doing great things, I find that little sign to be very true!

Hugs,
Donna

HNT / Long Day in the Cage

Not much to report here from UCTMW World HQ.  Mistress has been out of town since last night. Slave has been working his ass off while she is away. And because I had a potentially "hazardous" politial event to go to tonight, Mistress made sure I had my cage on through the day.... and it was a long one.

"Better you be safe than me be sorry, Slave...."

"Yes, Mistress", was all I could say, and I texted her a photo with the cage in place this morning before I headed to work.

Now I'm finally home, preparing for another long work day tomorrow. Mistress is dining with an old friend on the road.  I'm surely looking forward to seeing her hack here in the World HQ tomorrow evening. And we have dinner out with J planned for Saturday evening.... so things to look forward to.

In the meantime, at least I can reflect on how life was at our Mountain hideaway just a few days ago....

Dispatch from Our Western Correspondent

There's nothing much worse than the first day back from a wonderful vacation.


Both Mistress and Slave were up and out early today, both headed for challenging days, and trying on the fly to adjust to the two hour time shift. 


No, my friends, there was no wake-up sex here today..... just some worship as Mistress read the blog. 


(To be fair, I should note that Mistress got some opportunities for sexual release last night at J's house before she drove her car home.... "I think he missed me Slave, he really had a hard time letting me go....")


And tonight....Slave came up, mowed the grass and worked on mundane matters while filling my head with the rantings on MSNBC.....  I'm wondering if all those Santorum kids are pleased that Daddy will now have more time to hang out with them at home.


As for Mistress, she  is over at J's house this evening.  It had been more than a week since there was sufficient time for a full blown evening together for them. Pent up needs must be dealt with, and I reassured Mistress when she phoned me on the way to his "love shack" that her Slave was fine with their shenanigans and would be patiently waiting for her here at home upon her return. 


So, sadly there is little to report to amuse our followers from me, this evening.


But fortunately, as I was massaging my tax returns with a glass of Syrah, with the not so dulcet tones of Rachel Maddow screeching in the background, a dispatch from our long lost Western Correspondent came across the wires.  


It's been a while since we've heard from the WC on these pages, other than in the comments section. Not that his "Tutorials" don't still pad out page views here at UCTMW. I was a little afraid he had taken his rolodex of incredible and punctuation missing keyboard to a competing media empire .  So without further adieu (and only a few commas and quotation marks inserted) here is the latest from the UCTMW Mountain Zone HQ:

Had a blog worthy experience today

My friend Suzanne came over to meet my personal trainer Tim,  because he has some legal troubles

I sat in on the meeting and watched her extract a retainer in cash from him as he rambled on and on  She said she doubled the retainer  because he talked so much:)  Hazard of being a lawyer

While he was looking for some papers she informed me that she had removed her bra and panties in court that afternoon because her bra straps were showing

Don't really know why the panties had too go to but ... Oh well

So Suzanne came up to our office and sat down and started getting all flirty

She announced that she had just had a Brazilian wax. and they ever waxed her asshole

“Want to see it?”, she asked

Guess the answer....

She bent over and spread her ass wide open

Then she told us that she had started a sex toy business.   where she had parties and sold sex toys to ladies

She then proceeded to bend over the computer and show us all the different vibrators she sold

I lifted up her dress and she was soaking wet

Was very cool

Both Scott and I put her over our knees for a spanking

But that is as far as it went

She said she was going home to use her Hitachi and something called the bender, which she told us feels great in her pussy

Suzanne, my friend Suzanne is a sister in soul with you!!!

The always aroused,

WC

Lawyers in Love

Thanks, WC.  Your little story needs a sound track, and this might be a good choice.

Back.....

Mistress and Slave made it back to River  City after a long travel day and a bit of a delay at DFW.  Our first stop once home was to pick up Mistress's car at J's house, where it was cruelly reminding him of her all week in the drive of his "love shack".  I must say it is a cute place, but I did not get the tour. I dutifully headed home to give the two of them a little "private time" before Mistress came back to join me at the UCTMW World HQ.  They have a more extended rendezvous planned for tomorrow evening, before Mistress hits the road for two nights away later this week on business.....

Vacations are lovely, but there is always hell to pay at work for the time off. And,  in this case, there is also an an FWB to tend to, who no doubt has been missing Mistress during our travels, just as I know Mistress has been missing the way he deploys his particular skills on her pliant body.

It's late here, and I also have an early wake-up call tomorrow morning.  So maybe a brief summary of how Slave exercised his Switch privileges Sunday afternoon, as I wait Mistress's return from J's arms?

As you saw from the teaser photo, I did not want to deprive Mistress of her sun time Sunday afternoon when we came down from the Ski Mountain.... so why not mix in a little of the great outdoors with a bit of bondage and discipline.

Mistress's only complaint as I bound her hand and foot to the chaise she had been parked on for an hour or so was that I not lose her book mark on her kindle.  That taken care of, she did her part as the languishing damsel,   barely complaining as I deployed the riding crop she had taken to me that morning to give her ass an even redder glow than the high desert sun had produced.  Those pink marks are  fetching, aren't they?

Once she squirmed and twitched a bit, it was time to mix some pleasure in with the pain. And as you can see, her power tool was all revved up and ready to go.  I slid it under her thighs, the ropes binding her ankles restricting her ability to get full purchase on the churning bulb, making her dependent in her "Master" for the moment to slide the compelling device to and fro where she likes it.

It was impressive to feel that rosy ass as she writhed against the Hitachi, her muscles so tight as her arousal amped up to overload. Within three minutes, she was begging me for permission to come, without me having to remind her of the rules in advance!  What a well trained Mistress!

After she moaned and gyrated to a primo cum, flexing her legs against her bonds, I decided to let her languish a bit.

"Rest up a while before your next 'treatment' Mistress..... I know you could use a nap."

She didn't argue with me as I applied a nice coat of number 8 to her legs, back and ass, making sure my fingers found each and every seductive cravass.  I didn't want her to return to J all sunburned, did I?

After that, I sat in a nearby chair, reading a book. At first I don't think she believed I was imposing a compulsory R & R time as part of her Switch Day, but soon she got with the program. I could tell from her breathing that she dozed off.

It wasn't until about 30 minutes later that a high cloud covered the sun for a few moments, chilling the air, and waking her with a soft moan.

"I actually went to sleep, Slave....."

"So you did..... "

"Don't you want to take me inside and fuck me now..... the sun's gone....."

You can tell her priorities can't you? ..... even fucking takes second bill to some early spring tanning time.

"Not until that second "treatment" Mistress....."

I picked up the Hitachi, thumbed it on, and settling down next to her on the chaise, slid it home one more time.

This time, withing no more than 40 seconds, she was climaxing fore me again.

"Wow, Mistress, what was that?"

"I think you just had me so tuned up Slave.... I just couldn't help myself."

Is that what we call a sensitive trigger or what?

Double Switch

An old wily baseball manager knows how to organize a "double switch" in the late innings to put some punch in the line up or shore up his defense. Well here on the last day of our southwestern holiday, Mistress and slave had their own Easter Sunday "double switch". Maybe it was because we knew that our time for such endeavors was in the late innings, in a way, with a very busy week ahead back at our respective offices.

Mistress threw a change-up at me this morning. After she  read the blog as I  worshiped her clean shaven folds with  suitable diligence, she had an order that took me by surprise.

"Go get me the riding crop Slave..... it's past  time you got your due."

"But it's Switch Day, Mistress!"

"You can do your switch after we go skiing..... "

I did not feel that it was appropriate to debate the point. You know, pull out the contract and find the paragraph that was applicable. Don't think that would have gone over well. So I was an obedient Slave, fetched the crop and, at her direction, assumed my position on our bed. Ass up.

She gave me a good lashing, reminding me of my impertinence the other evening when I suggested she immediately went off to masturbate after receiving  that facebook message from the local God of mountain climbing. But I have a feeling my sudden Easter morning punishment was more about my failure to deliver a suitable  basket for her, stocked with Peeps and Reese's peanut butter cups. I guess I was just too lazy to make the 10 mile trek into town to collect suitable tribute. 

My bad.

Fortunately, she was light with the crop - maybe only ten or twelve stinging lashes that had me crying out for mercy.  Quite frankly this slave is not quite as enthusiastic about pain as some of you out there, or this Penitente dude associated with our "neighbors" at the Morada down the nearby lane.

Now that guy can get some air!

After she had meted out her punishment, Mistress instructed me to "insert your device, Slave".... the aneros I had made sure to pack.  And then she proceeded to tease and taunt her cock with her fingers and lips until her Slave was begging for the privilege to fuck her. 

Of course, Mistress had her own plans.

"I think it's time for me to ride my cock for a while Slave...."

And so she did, to a few of her own rather impressive cums, before she deigned it was time to roll over and let her Slave have his own pleasure.  Fortunately, when I begged for permission, she was generous.

We had gotten up early here, and so there was time to loll around a bit out on our patio, read and eat a leisurely breakfast,  before heading up the mountain for the final runs of the season. 

It was a glorious day on the slopes, and the last day always brings out the crazies here - skiers in capes, tu-tus, or Darth Vader masks.  But we were just happy to enjoy the sun and the softening snow. We took a coffee break after about 6 runs, sitting on a sunny deck. Mistress spent some of the time talking to J, who was in a long car ride Sunday.  They were making plans to get together when we get back..... In fact. we'll be picking up Mistress's car at J's house tomorrow night on our way home from the airport. I wonder if I'll get a tour of his "love shack"?

By around 2 pm the snow was getting all the slushier, so we decided to call it a season. Mistress was anxious to enjoy a final afternoon of sun on our patio, and who was I to debate the point?

After we stowed away the ski gear for another year, I drove down to the local organic ice cream shop to make amends for the missing Easter basket, returning with a cup filled with  two scoops for Mistress: Holsteen Sunset and Cherry Ristra.  When I got back, she was chatting with  J on the phone, and Slave was happy to hear her praise my attentive delivery of her belated Easter confection.

Now I know I mentioned a double switch earlier in the blog. But it's getting a little late here, and we need to get up early for our trek to ABQ.  I will finish the tale tomorrow, probably from  the airport.   But here is a little tease for you:

Last Call

It's the last day of ski season here in our little corner of paradise, and also the last day for Mistress and Slave's little getaway. A busy work week awaits after we arrive in River City on Monday evening.  We've had a glorious time, aided by that 20 inches of fresh snow Monday and Tuesday that brought back the white, and the smiles to the faces of the hearty few who made it all the way to the end of the season.

Our routine has not been tedious: wake-up sex, some reading (or work), heading up to the mountain around 9:30 or so, to give the snow a chance to soften up, then bailing out at around 2 pm, as the snow gets slushy and hard to push around for  Mick's aging quads. 

And of course, that gives us time for what Mistress describes as her favorite part of the day:

After the sun lowers and the breeze picks up, it's time for Mistress and Slave to adjourn to the remote executive suite here for some napping and nooky, in no particular order.

So I hope you will excuse me, as I cut these remarks short. Our full moon is setting in the front of the house, and Mistress has given me notice that it is time to start our day!

Strange Rituals Department

Mistress and Slave are in their final days of vacation here, though I am not ure our respective work places give a rat's ass.  Over the next few days we may minimize the blogging to maximize the relaxation.  But it's worth posting a little Good Friday update about some of our "neighbors" here in the edge of the Mountains.

About 150 yards behind our house is a Penitente "Morada", that get's hopping on Good Friday.  Here's a  link explaining this Catholic "cult" that specializes in rituals that involve faux crucifixtions and self-flagellation.

And here's a photo of the Morada yesterday afternoon. There were plenty of cars parked nearby, but the rituals were taking place inside.

While we've seen members of this "brotherhood" hauling full sized crosses down the highway, things were rather low key at the Morada yesterday. If there was any self-flagelating going on, the guys were stifling their cries of agony quite efficiently.

Hopefully, when I exercise my switch privileges tomorrow out on the patio after skiing, we will be equally good neighbors.

The Dutiful Mistress

In lieu of wake-up sex here at the UCTMW Mountain Hideaway, Mistress is now sitting in our bed, attired in a rather skimpy green undie and top set, and awaiting a 6:30 am conference call for the continuation of her "Senior Managment Strategic Summit" (or something equally pretentious) that kept her in River City last Saturday. 

As you can imagine, she's not thrilled, either about the early wake-up time, or the need to set aside precious time here in our private paradise to the sniping and posturing that is sure to unfold over the phone for the next 3 hours.  I've offered to worship while the call proceeds, but so thinks that might make her sound a little too "disengaged". Let's hope so!

On the other hand, if you have to be part of a tedious 3 hour conference call, you might as well do it with a view like the one above.

Both of us have learned how to put in our hours out here in the Sangre de Christo Mountains. And sometimes I think we can be more efficient out here. While she is on the phone, I will also be grinding away to prepare for some events at work next week, after finishing this blog, of course.

Yesterday involved more efforts to balance work and leisure here, while also giving Mistress a chance to work on her tan. There was an early conference call for her, but not so early as to cramp our sexual stylings after Mistress was primed with that first cup of coffee, and the attentions of my lips and tongue.

We spent a few hours on the mountain, the sun at full blast getting things a little too slushy by 1:30 pm or so, all the while checking our work emails on the chair lifts.

The slush gave us a good excuse to come back to the UCTMW "compound" for lunch and a little more sunning.  And here you can see Mistress responding to more work email messages in her preferred uniform. Fortunately, there was no Fed Express delivery yesterday.

I sent this photo via text to J, who later told Mistress that it popped up on his Droid device as he was sitting down to dinner with his parents for their Holy Thursday meal.  Gee, J, sorry for the distraction.

(My apologies Suzanne. I know you didn't want me to put up anything that would give your Jay any "carrot cuffing" provocations while he is away from you, but without this photo this would be kind of a crappy post, don't you think?)

Speaking of Mistress's J, they did spend some time talking as I made dinner last night. It seems they have missed one another, and were comparing schedules to see when they can get together for some "quality time" next week.  They've even talked about a "dinner date" for the three of us next weekend, though I do think J thinks that idea is a little "out there". But as a practical matter, who would take notice of three friends out to dinner. Where two of the three (and which two) bed down after that would be a private matter, wouldn't it?