Foamed Up and Ready to GO

Mistress made it back from her one day foray to the Big Apple at the appointed hour. She was greeted at the gate by her Slave and two daughters, who had just returned from the Windy City.  (Slave was happy to be tethered to sleepy old River City for the day, and provide livery service to all).

It sounded like Mistress had an entertaining day. She even had a sidewalk run in with  a refugee from the Grateful Dead, one of our favorite dinosaur bands!

We stopped for dinner at an old haunt. The girls rolled their eyes of our tales of being at this particular restaurant in the sleepy old airport terminal in our youth: me with high school girl friends, and Mistress with her first husband. Teens just love to hear stories from their parents' ancient past!

At home, after Mistress took care of a few latent business emails it was finally time for Slave to "pick up where he left off".

But after some satisfying worship that got Mistress a little starter cum, I got a little of the cold water that is a Mistress's prerogative.

"Slave.... your Mistress is very tired.... I think you're just going to have to wait until the morning."

Of course, Slave's cock took the news with a little trepidation. 

But at least there was no cage to arrest my excitation.

So some of you out there will get a little thrill in knowing that this pampered Slave got an abstinence Monday.

But hope springs eternal, and so does a Slave's work-a-day cock. It being the appointed time to wake Mistress, I am going to leave you to this excellent update from our Western Correspondent on his friendly neighborhood sex club:

Well B and I went to the Ranch Saturday night

They had another foam party

 

We didn't get there till about 10

Late for us old folks

There was a long line to get in

But it was a beautiful Colorado night 

Cool and breezy 

We got in and had the bartenderess pour  us a drink and went out to the back yard

Sure enough the foam was on the outdoor dance floor and DJ somebody was spinning a dance beat

We got a table on the veranda and settled in to check out the situation

There were naked and semi naked people walking in and out of the foam and dancing

We were pretty melo after a couple of drinks and just kind of kicked back and watched

None of the friends we had made were there that night

B didn't see anybody she was particularly hot for

So we wandered downstairs

It was crazy..............

There were more people fucking and sucking than ever before

Many ladies were on their backs holding guys heads tight to their pussy's

Moaning and groaning

Many ladies up on all fours getting jammed from behind

Some of them sucking cock or eating pussy while getting fucked

Ladies riding cock (Molly:))

One lady riding a HUGE black cock

Several ladies doing 69 with other ladies

And a bunch of people just masturbating each other

And a couple of hundred of other people just standing around watching

Including us

Live porn is pretty cool BTW...........

We were approached by several couples to "play"

B politely declined

She didn't find them hot enough

She said you are the hottest guy here

I seriously doubt that but it was nice to hear from my bride

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I guess:)

B wore her one of her hot new "slutty" skirts and tops

She did look hot as shit!!!!!!!

Well over all we had a great time and had great sex Sunday morning

Spinning hot fantasies about what could have happened

That place is such a fucking scene

Truly...............

Be well my friends

Miguel

Early Flight for Mistress

Our Sunday at the temporarily empty nest was just what Mistress and Slave needed: no sulking daughter (at least not on the premises) and no schedule to speak of.  That left time for some leisurely morning sex in our Executive Suite, reading the papers, a nice bike ride to the local swim club, and some time for both of us to recharge our batteries.  We did get a nice Anniversary note from our Western Correspondent, which he authorized us to share:

Well 

Let me tell you about my friends Mick and Molly

First of all Molly is hopelessly in love with Mick

Has been for twenty years

Lest any of you think this cuckolding thing is anything but a turn on to those two nuts then you are mistaken

And lest you think Mick is really a submissive

You are wrong

It turns him on 

But 

Not really.............

He is a powerhouse professional

And so is Molly

They have been my good friends for three years or so

And Mick's blog has been such good entertainment every morning

And I have gotten to know my dear friends Donna, Bill, and Sue through Mick's blog

So Mick and Molly 

Happy Anniversary ,

Your friend

The 

WC

Thanks, WC. We are looking forward to the next installment of your investigative report on the goins on at "Scarlett Ranch".

Unfortunately, Mistress had a very early flight to the big apple for some business meetings today. She had set her alarm clock for 4:45 am. But both of us slept a little restlessly. The old "You know you have to wake up early, so its hard to sleep" phenomenon.

AS it turned out we were both awake about 15 minutes before the alarm was set to go off.... It was hard for me to resist the temptation of Mistress's lush and naked body next to me... some suckling on a taut nipple led me a little lower, and soon I was engaged in earnest pre-dawn worship. Mistress seemed to respond with a robust enthusiasm, even though she knew it would soon be time to arise.  And Slave was rising to the ocassion too...

But it was not to be. The alarm went off just as Slave was taking advantage of the situation, and my window of opportunity shut.

"Sorry Slave..... I'm going to have to give you a rain check for this evening."

Ah well.... so much for "pampering" today.


But it was my fault for kicking off the proceedings just a little too late.  So much for "early birds" and their "worms".

I did drive Mistress to the airport: a small airport that has a daily "shuttle" to the Big City. More Casablanca than O'Hare (or even Midway). At least I could walk Mistress to the "gate" (in this case a door to the runway) and give her a kiss good bye.

I'm looking forward to collecting on that "rain check" later this evening, once I collect her at the airport.

Mistress: Sexual Superstar

When Mistress got home at around 3 pm or so Saturday afternoon she was ready for a nap....

"I'm tired Slave.... lots of sex, then that 20 mile bike ride...."

Clearly J had put Mistress to the test.

But I was happy to join her for a nap in the Executive Suite. She even let me suckle her clean shaven folds for a bit before we drifted off, so I could savor the combined flavors of the various forms of "exercise" she had enjoyed over the last 16 or so hours.

Yum.

And when the napping was done, she was merciful and ended Slave's "drought".... though I had had to go gently...

"My parts are a little sore Slave.... that was a whole lot of sex.... more than usual...."

Over dinner at a trendy restaurant in an historic  part of River City we discussed her evening.

Now this is a "sex" blog, but it's told from Slave's perspective for the most part. And when Mistress is off having sex with someone else, the details of the coverage are always a little spotty.

Slave does not feel its his place to cross-examine Mistress on the details. And from what I can tell, J is a little sheepish about the notion that Mistress shares much with me at all, let alone that it shows up on the internet.

I suspect from her perspective she is sensitive to J's concerns, but she also knows that my "twisted" psyche enjoys when she elects to open the curtain a tad.

So at dinner she was a little more detailed than normal.

"Yes, Slave..... there was a whole lot of sex.... Friday night and this morning...."

"Hmmm.... when you called to say good night, you said you were just going to sleep....."

"I thought that was the plan, Slave..... but then as he cuddled up next to me after I said 'good night'... well there was a 'response'."

"Ahh the old 'hard cock' poking at you, Mistress...."

"And once we got started.... well .... I don't think things calmed down until around 1 am...."

"You called me around 8 or so this morning.... I figured there would be more sex after that...."

"You figured right Slave.... and once J gets into action.... well it gets pretty athletic with him...."

"Poor Mistress.... all those cums...."

"Yes.... lots of cock riding.... and him going at me with my legs up on his shoulders...."

"No wonder your parts were tender Mistress.... you probably should have told me to cool my jets this afternoon."

"I wouldn't do that to my Slave.... you'd waited so long already...."

See fans, Slave is pampered. Somehow I don't think Tammy would be hearing that from Suzanne under similar circumstances.

As we walked off dinner through a gritty neighborhood in the throes of gentrification, Mistress shared a little more.

"J seems very impressed with my sexual prowess Slave.... he says I'm a sexual super-star.... that I have all the right moves for every situation...."

"Well I've known that for a while, Mistress.....but it doesn't hurt for you to hear it from an admirer, does it?"

"Of course not.....maybe its why I do my real job as well as I do.... I can adjust to the needs and desires of the 'customer'...."

 "You are flexible, Mistress.... and certainly know how to please...."

"Maybe I've made the wrong career choice.... I've been trying to find the right showcase for my 'talents', when all along I could have been a high end courtesan...."

" It would probably pay better...."

In fact, just the other day our (going back to sullen teen) was berating her 'parental units' in her typical dismissive style, saying that we were both too old to change careers.... but in this case, I'm not so sure.

Dinner With J

I walked our girls to the "Bus Stop" here in River City yesterday afternoon. Fortunately, they did not need me to wait until they boarded for the Windy City.

"It's not rocket science, Dad", said the daughter who had spent a good part of last year traveling via train, bus and subway around Europe.

No, it isn't. And hopefully they didn't see me click my heals in delight as I slunk back to my office. Almost 3 whole days without the little darlings messing up the kitchen and lurking about!

Last night, Mistress and I headed over to J's love shack, where we chatted a bit, sipped beers, and then headed out for a Sushi in a nearby neighborhood.

It's always funny to watch Mistress bask in the public attention of her two men. She likes to flirt with us both in public, and tease us both about her carnal plans for us. 

"I do like the attention, Slave...."

Yes, she does.  And poor J has not quite gotten to the point where her frankly sexual comments aren't a tad embarassing.

Like last night, when she commented on the two day beard growth he was sporting. Maybe J was going for that hipster look, but Mistress was a little concerned about the potential for abrasion.

"Slave, look at that beard he's got..... it could irritate my tender skin...."

"Which skin are you worried about.....your face.... or the clean shaven folds?"

J's looking at us like we're crazy.  But the restaurant is packed and loud. No one is listening in.

"J what if that beard is rough on my little sex parts?"

He's just shaking his head.

After dinner, I dropped the two of them off at J's place. They were both a little tired, so my guess is they needed a little R & R before the festivities began. So I announced I'd be heading home.

Mistress gave her Slave a hug and tender kiss.

"Be good Slave.... and no touching...."

"Of course not..."

I suppose I should be grateful that Mistress did not take all that helpful "coaching" yesterday about cage time for her Slave.

So today I'll be taking my grandsons for a little outing this morning. Mistress and J have their own plans, including a long bike ride.

We'll meet up here again this afternoon.

Somehow I suspect Mistress will be in the mood for a late afternoon nap.  But hopefully Slave will be able to do some worship, if only to soothe her beard burned flesh.

Forced Evacuation of the Nest

Mistress and Slave have had a hectic few days, but there is light at the end of our manic tunnel: we are putting our two darling daughters on the Bus to the Windy City this afternoon, for a four day visit their Auntie. Finally, a little solo time here at the UCTMW World HQ to allow their aging sexual deviant parents a little naughty elbow room. We are trying not to start celebrating before they are actually out the door!

Tonight we'll be having a Sushi dinner with Mistress's lover J.  There haven't been many opportunities in recent weeks to catch up with him.  After dinner, I will leave the two love birds to their own devices at his "love shack" for the night, and hold down the fort solo here at corporate HQ.

In the morning, he and Mistress will be going for a long bike ride, and I will be taking my two cute grandsons swimming, all the while looking forward to a little "reunion" sex with Mistress on Saturday afternoon.

And tomorrow we've scheduled a romantic dinner for the two of us to celebrate our Anniversary.

Once again, I'm up a little later than normal here. Sleep is nice, but it's cutting into blog time for your Executive Editor. 

So excuse me if I sign off quickly, and return to the Executive Suite.... I better get my wake-up sex in this AM, because my window of opportunity will close until Saturday afternoon. And you wouldn't want that to happen to "poor Slave".

Sleeping Beauty

No, I'm not referring to Mistress who is up in her Executive Suite, still snoozing. She has an early wake-up call, and Slave better get up there soon to make sure I can cash in on the promise of some warly morning wake-up sex.

But I wanted to share the attached link to a radio interview with Ann Rice that I heard promoted on the radio yesterday. The pitch was "hear Ann Rice talk about her "Sleeping Beauty" series, which has been re-released in light of the surprising success of the "50 Shades of Grey" series".

Our Western Correspondent has spoken about these books here before. It was released in 1983, and in her interview she speaks about the books as "a theme park of S and M". The interview is fun for those of us who bought these books in the sly all those years ago.

Makes me wonder where my volumes went to....

Corporate Junkets

Suzanne's description over at All Mine of the "corporate retreat" where she convened with her entire "staff" left Mistress and Slave a little envious.  Over the years, we've talked about getting our staff together out in our mountain hideaway in the Southwest  for some "team building" exercises. But no matter how hard Mistress tried to make it worth our Western Correspondent's while to take the drive down from our Western field office, it just was not to be.

Of course, we have been able to meet up with Donna and Bill, our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security once here at the UCTMW World HQ. Hopefully someday we will be able to stop by to see them down in the Smokies.

As for the All Mine staff's little corporate junket, the descriptions and accounts reminded Slave of a place he went in New England as a child, when the family tagged along for my father's own corporate junkets back in the Mad Men era of the late 1950's and very early 60's. (I just know it was before the first Kennedy Assassination, a historical marker in my life, like so many other peoples' lives who were around in that decade).

It was a grand old hotel, only open in the summer in those days, with cavernous public rooms, a huge (but cold) swimming pool, and "activities" for the kids while the parents were otherwise engaged drinking Manhattans and smoking large quantities of cigarettes. I can recall roaming the halls with my brother, seeing if there was trouble we could get into and avoiding taking care of our whiny little sisters.

It would be nice to go back there again sometime if the All Mine staff ever wanted to do a little mutual team building.... after all why shut the door on a potential leveraged corporate consolidation at some point down the road.

Our "cultures" seem compatible. Certainly there would be the potential for synergy. Suzanne could teach Mistress a thing or two about how to get the most out of her Slaves, and Mistress could coach Suzanne on the art of "pampering".

And since Mistress has a bit of a submissive streak that too frequently goes untended (other than on Switch Day), I suspect that there could be some opportunity for her to do a little "fluffing" if she plays her cards right.  Who knows, maybe Suzanne might find another use for her mighty strap-on.

At worst, Slave could be a useful Sherpa in the event there is another mountain to climb. And Mistress could deploy her "facilitation" skills.

Who knows, maybe there is some Venture Capitalist willing to fund this potential merger, take us public, and create Cayman based IRA's for all of us to retire in style someday.

Mistress Applies Her Domme Skills at the Love Shack

Yesterday our wake-up sex was a little earlier than normal.... though everything a devoted Slave could desire. We did not have time for Switch Day (plus our two daughters and a friend were also within earshot), but Mistress made sure to tease and taunt her work-a-day cock until I was begging for the privilege to fuck her.

All fo that teasing led to some very compelling fucking once she waved the green flag.

Afterwords, we were off for a nice bike before the steamy humidity kicked in.

As I read the newspaper, Mistress was primping in our Executive Suite for her date with J, over at his love shack.

With all the stress of her work week, and the extra energy our two daughters have required these last few weeks, it was clear Mistress needed a "time out".  And what better time out than a few hours of leisurely love making with your lover -- guilt free and contractually guaranteed?

I had plenty of things to "keep me busy" - a trip to the grocery store, some yard work, a good book to dig into.

Mistress came back up for air at around 4:30 pm, home to join me and the girls to an outdoor concert at a downtown park.

But before we departed, I had the opportunity to taste the musk and other flavors discovered by my questing tongue between those clean shaven folds.

Last night, after the concert and as we settled into bed, she did share a little more detail about her day with J.

"Did I mention that he wanted me to tie him up, Slave?"

"Uhhh..... no....."

"Yeah ... he was insistent...."

At this point, Slave's pretty tired, but there is that nagging jolt to my cock....

"And how did you arrange for that, Mistress?"

"His hands to the bed posts with some old ties, Slave.....does that make you horny or something?"

"Well .... I suppose it does....and did you ride his cock that way, Mistress....."

"Not right away.... we talked for a while while he was tied down....."

Of course, this makes Slave's imagination run wild....the thought of Mistress's fingers grazing another man's cock as she charms him, teases him, makes him squirm.... But I tried to low key it.

"I'll bet he liked that, Mistress....."

"He seemed to Slave...."

Unfortunately, it was clear that Mistress was tired and ready for some shut eye. It would have been impertinent for me to insist on any "action" after her full day. And this morning.... well Mistress is already up early getting dressed for an 8 am meeting. And there's a family dinner tonight to celebrate our daughter's birthday.... It could be a while until Slave gets an opportunity to channel those compelling images into something even close to orgasmic.

Can I get a "poor slave"?

Mistress Encounters Blog Fan

Despite a 7:45 am "do you miss me" call from Mistress's boss yesterday morning, We had what passes for a normal Saturday here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Some cozy wake up sex (after that call), a nice bike ride in weather that was more pleasant than it's been in weeks, and a chance for a nap and some pre-dinner sex in the Executive suite too.

Now that's more like the Mick and Molly our readers have come to know, isn't it?

Speaking of readers, Mistress did have a chance to face her public yesterday afternoon on the walk home from her hair salon. Fortunately, they were no paparazzi involved, just a long time reader, R, who lives down the street.

(You may recall our mention of him last Fall or so, when via comments and emails we came to the mutual realization that he lives just a few blocks away and that we have several mutual acquaintances).

Mistress and R trade the occasional text and email. Their worlds still overlap a bit, but these coincidental face to face encounters remain rare. And it turns out he is still a regular reader of UCTMW and also follows our buddies at team All Mine.

"He had a few questions about what's been going on, Slave....."

"Really? So he's still following you Mistress....."

"Yeah.... he says it sounds like J and I haven't had much time together lately...."

"Good to know he's keeping score...."

"And he wanted to know how Francois is doing.... he noticed we were at his restaurant on Friday night."

"Is it a little strange to run onto someone who knows all the intimate details of your ex life mistress, as well as the nice red glow of your bum when it gets a spanking?"

"Hmmmm..... I guess it is a little weird, now that you put it that way."

"But you have to admit, it's nice to see the face of your 'public' every now and then...."

"We had a nice talk...."

It's sort of like Annette Funicello, every 12 year old boy's fantasy date when she was  wearing those tight sweaters as a Mouseketeer, running into a fan at the mall. But a tad more 'intimate'.

As for J, our fans will be happy to know that Mistress has scheduled a date with him today, so we're on a somewhat tight schedule here this morning.

"Wake me at 7:30 Slave,  if you want to have sex and go for a bike ride too..... I told him I'd be over at around 10:30 ...."

"No problem Mistress....."

"Does that make me a slut, Slave.... having sex with you, and then going over to have sex with him....?"

Well, I suppose that depends on one's definition of slut, doesn't it?

Who am I to Judge.... I just need to make sure I don't squander my window of opportunity.

Pre- Dinner Hors D'oeuvre

Mistress was on the run again yesterday.

She's been involved in way too many "pitches" of late.  Clearly exceeding any rational "pitch count" to resort to yet another baseball analogy.

Our plan was to have our daughters meet us downtown at my office before dinner at Francois's restaurant, only recently re-opened after a bit of an hiatus.

She made it to my place just shy of 7 pm, but just as I was closing the door, and sliding the chair against it to ward off the cleaning staff, her I-phone buzzed.

"Can you believe it, the girls are already here."



"They can wait in the lobby for just a few minutes, don't you think?"

Instructions were sent, and then Slave got down to business. From my knees it was easy to dig in for a little tasty snack that soon had Mistress squirming and stifling some moans as I provided a bit of end of the day stress relief before we headed to dinner with our nicely dressed young ladies.

At dinner we did get to see Francois, who was on good behavior in front of our girls. He did get to exchange some comments in French with our recently returned not quite as sullen one, who seemed impressed with our Chef.

Maybe we can arrange dinner with him here sometime soon?

By the time dinner was over, Mistress and Slave were ready to crash. The week had been stressful, and the news yesterday from the Denver area rattling for those of us with kids our in the world.

We were happy to hear yesterday morning from our Western Correspondent that all members of his family were safe and accounted for.  And by last night our daughter was already lobbying me to go see the new Batman movie, despite the mayhem.

Of course, we will go, though not this weekend. This brand of crazy makes you want to hunker down,  pull your loved ones close and tune the world out for at least a few days.

That's our plan here in River City.  Have a safe and pleasurable weekend, friends.

Birthday Celebration for Mistress

It's nice that a long and challenging week - particularly for Mistress - is coming to an end.

While she was balancing too many meetings yesterday, Slave was sloughing off a bit, taking our not quite as sullen teen to the local team's "business person's special" with an old friend. We were giving up on the home team after 6 innings when they had fallen behind 6-0. But then - miracle of miracles - the local lads rallied for 3 and then 4 more runs in consecutive innings, for a dramatic 7-6 victory.

Of course, my daughter, who is not much of a baseball fan - and now disdains most things American after a year abroad - could not appreciate the rarity of such an extraordinary come from behind triumph.

Ironically, over at ALL Mine last night, Suzanne described attending a Red Sox game where her locals won on a 9th inning walk off home run. She claims the excitement was so profound it even got her "wet", promising a swift boat attack on her Jay's trophy cock as soon as she got home, with maybe a fantasy about the home run hitter to fuel her lust. Nothing like a little transferance!

Now I thought our game was exciting too, but rest assured I was not thinking of Brandon Phillips when I worshiped Mistress's clean shaven folds when she finally made it home from the office.

We actually had a relaxed evening after that. I whipped up some pasta, then we settled down to watch the latest episode of Newsroom, which we have been enjoying despite some lame reviews.

Tonight, we'll be having dinner with our two daughters to belatedly celebrate Mistress's birthday. And here's a little more irony: we'll be going to dinner at the restaurant where our long lost chef and IT consultant Francois is in charge.  The same place where we had a rather exotic pre-orgy dinner with him and Didi back in the fall.

We've been in touch with him some over the last few months, and Mistress was texting with him to make the reservations.

"I reminded him that the girls don't know about our so called 'lifestyle', Slave...."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll know not to cross that line, while walking right up to it."

The only sad part is that we won't be including Mistress's J in the celebration tonight. We thought about it, but the consensus was it would just be a little too strange. The girls have met him, but having him for the family birthday dinner. It might raise more questions that can be easily answered.

But hopefully the two lovebirds will have some time to get together over the weekend.

HNT/ Move Along. Nothing to See Here

 Mistress has been stressed and overworked this last week.

A long day for her at work on Tuesday that left her pretty burned out last night. And today... even worse. A long road trip upstate that will get her home here after midnight.

It's giving us second thoughts on her job and its crazy schedule.

Slave has tried to be supportive, but there's not much I can do to relieve the stress for her. other than worshiping those clean shaven folds when the opportunity presents, and trying to pick up the slack here at home and with our daughters.

Fortunately, she was able to go to work a little later this am. We had some restorative wake up sex here .... some tongue induced cums, followed by an opportunity for Slave to deploy his work-a-day cock to our mutual satisfaction. After that, we both took an early morning bike ride before the thunderstorms struck here in the river valley.

Then it was back into her work uniform for yet another hellacious day.

I'm sure she'll be even more exhausted once she gets home tonight.

And of course Slave is missing her here in the Executive Suite. I wish she was next to me watching Rachel Maddow rant about Mitt's MIA tax returns, rather than on the highway on a stormy night in the heartland.

This also leaves Slave with little to write about, so I will leave you with this from today's Washington Post. An interview with Nationals' player Michael Morse, about - you guessed it - Fifty Shades of Grey: 



Michael Morse agreed to a round of Last Thing yesterday, and we only got two questions in before I had to stop and ask for more details.
The Nats slugger told me the last book he read was “Fifty Shades of Grey.”
After mentioning the book — “this book that all the girls are reading” — he clarified that it was read to him by his fiancée, Jessica. Morse admitted that some of racier language shocked him.
“I don’t know. It’s crazy. It’s nuts,” he told me. ““She was like ‘Listen to this.’”
After some R-rated story time, Morse said that his sensitive ears couldn’t take any more.
“I was like, ‘Put that away,’” he laughed. “‘You can’t be reading that.’ I felt like she was cheating on me.”
Sadly, Morse said that the racy book didn’t do it for him. However, he was willing to admit that his fiancée might have felt a little differently.
“It’s a girl thing. It’s gotta be a girl thing,” he said. “I just couldn’t believe she kept reading it.”

"I felt like she was cheating on me"?

Please Dude. Take a hint. Break out the rope and flogger.

Taste Treat

Mistress and her lover J finally had an evening together without children to cramp their style last night.  It had been about three weeks, before our trip to the Southwest, and before his son came for an extended visit.

And I suspect there was a certain pent up demand.


I 'd heard the teasing going back and forth over the phone.

"So when do you think we'll get to do it again, J..... Winter 2013.... really .... you think you can wait that long?"

J likes to act like he has all the patience in the world. Mistress finds it a tad annoying, so dishes it right back at him.

"Well maybe my dance card will be full in the winter of 2013, J."

Cute, huh?

You could tell from the banter that this deferred mutual consumption was getting to both of them. But with the departure of J's son, the waiting was over.

Mistress let me know Sunday afternoon that Monday evening she had other "plans". And I used the time to take our sullen teen to the movies again. The new Wes Anderson flick "Moonrise Kingdom. A wonderful, creative confection set in the mid-60's.

On the way home our daughter wanted to know when "Mom" would be home. I said around 10:30 or so. "Wow. That's late.... she's working hard....."

Yes, honey. She is. But tonight shouldn't be too bad.

Mistress came home at about the appointed hour. And I could tell she'd had a good time. She seemed relaxed in a "I think I've spent all my sexual energy for the night, so let's do it in the morning if that's OK"  kind of way.

And a good Slave knows when to be patient.

But then again, as she settled into bed next to me, her lovely body naked and available, Slave had to at least get a little taste.

Sadly, I didn't even ask permission, just sliding my head between her lovely thighs, dipping my tongue into those clean shaven folds.

"I was wondering when you'd do that Slave....."

"Well I do like to taste you after one of these evenings out, Mistress."

I savored and sucked, flicking my tongue through the moist nooks and crannies.

"Do I taste different, Slave?"

"There are some subtle differences Mistress..... only a connoisseur might detect them...."

The mingling of juices, scents. All very exotic. And stimulating, I might add.

I focused on my task, giving Mistress a nice good night cum.

Not that she really needed another.

I'm looking forward to a more complete "de-briefing" this morning.

Mistress Gets Her Comeuppance

I think she thought I had forgotten.

It was a Sunday morning here at the UCTMW World HQ, Mistress had scheduled a 9:30 am spinning class for her and the not quite as sullen teen, probably to hasten things along in the executive suite.

She actually feigned surprise  after she read yesterday's blog about her exalted status as Publisher and CEO here at UCTMW, when I told her it was time for her spanking.

I wasn't surprised to find that the riding crops usually found in our closet had inexplicably disapeared.

Never mind. It was Switch day. The palm of my hand would have to do.

Yes, our daughter was just down the hall. I cranked up the classical music station on the radio to cover up the sound as my palm met the lush firm flesh of her lovely tush.

She did her fair share of squirming, and mounted some faux protests.

"What did I do to deserve this, Slave?"

"Well let's think ...  how about telling the girls and your mother about me reading Fifty Shades of Grey...."

"Ohhhh..... now I remember.... I guess that was bad, wasn't it."

"Maybe I should have said it was purely for literary purposes.... so I could review it for our sex blog."

"I don't think they'd understand that, Slave."

I rattled her ass with a few more quick and solid blows with my palm. Which seemed to get her attention.

"No .... instead they just think I'm some sort of perv...."

"Owww.... that hurt Slave...."

Of course, the poor dear by now was squirming, and her cheeks were suddenly warm to the touch. But as I dipped my digits between her legs it was also clear that her folds were sopping.

She is quite a slut, isn't she?

Once she'd had her due, I stopped to take a photo to document her Switch Day punishment.

But I am a softy at heart. I retrieved the Hitachi from beneath the bed, and deployed it from behind. She was more than happy to part her thighs to make room for it.

Soon she was quaking to one of those slowly building by oh so intense cums of hers.

And once the dust settled, Slave made sure to fully exercise his switch day privileges of fucking Mistress long and hard.

Payback was well worth the wait.

The Buck Stops With Mistress

Over the last few news cycles, there has been talk that organizational titles have no apparent meaning.

A certain Presidential candidate, who has been crossing the land touting his background in business and job "creation", was confronted with documents filed with the SEC, showing that he described himself as "President, CEO and Chairman" of a certain "pioneer in outsourcing". But he claims those titles actually meant that he "had no association with [the company's] management." Nada. The buck stopped somewhere else.... maybe Zurich?

I guess it was just  an extreme case of job title inflation.

Apparently some other guys were actually in charge: maybe they had titles like "Emperor" or "Supreme Leader".

Those of you familiar with the masthead at UCTMW know that we like to bestow titles from time to time. Our vast Media Empire has not outsourced any jobs yet (though it would be nice to have a London Bureau for Olympic coverage next month). But we do have a Western Correspondent. A Senior Correspondent. A Director of Security - International. The other day, Bill, the aforementioned Director of Security submitted a capitol appropriations request for some extra equipment so that Donna could multi-task and assist him as required:

We may put this particular acquisition off until  next fiscal year.


The long lost Francois was our Executive Chef and Director of Catering Services for a while. And last fall we created important titles in a spin off organization: the Sex Bloggers Protection Program.

I have worn a few hats myself:  Executive Editor, Director of Human Resources, General Counsel,  Mailboy, etc.

But there has never been any doubt about who is and remains in charge. Mistress / Molly is our Chief Executive, President and Chair of the Board here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And while some have accused me of being a pampered house slave, and "not really a Sub", I try to make it clear to her on a daily basis that she has my complete,total and obsequious loyalty and devotion.

She has gotten used to calling me her Slave, even to the point of potential embarrassment. You know how you can send a text message to more than one person at a time?  Sometimes we will do that, linking in one or both daughter to communicate about dinner plans or other schedule details. Well yesterday, Mistress had a ridiculously early morning company "retreat" (yet another excuse to get management to work on weekends). She left at 7:30 am and Slave lingered in bed, reading the Times, pining for the absence of our traditional "wake- up" sex.

At around 8 am she sent a text upon her arrival:

"Hi Slave. Miss you."

It took me a while to realize that it was sent on a "string" that included our sullen teen.

Ouch.

I sent Mistress a seperate text, confirming I missed her too, and pointing out that her last message was not "private".

So far we've gotten no snide feedback from the teen. Of course, she thinks we are weird and crazy anyway.

We did find ourselves back in the Executive Suite together by late afternoon.

Mistress was pretty burned out from work and she did stop by her lover J's house on the way home, for some apparently chaste conversation (his son is still visiting).

We napped a bit before it was time for some "banish the bad work vibes" sex. Mistress made sure that her cock was particularly attentive by requiring me to insert the aneros beforehand. And her Slave made sure her clean shaven folds were fully worshipped, wringing a nice bucking and moaning cum from her before even thinking about asking for permission to fuck her.

As I have tried to make clear: there is no confusion about the chain of command in this partiular organization.

Mistress Dusts Off Her Hitachi

We've picked up our game a little as a busy week comes to an end here in the no longer empty UCTMW nest . Wednesday evening was our planned "family dinner" here - J, his son, our two daughters  - a nice social evening with the cuckoldry on the back burner.

At least that was the expectation.

But things took a licentious turn. First, the cute Co-Ed announced she was going out with friends and would skip dinner.

OK.  Who can blame her.

Then the not quite as sullen teen announced that she would be off shortly after dinner to visit a friend.

So now we are down to just four of us, with J's son engrossed in our big flat screen computer.

"I'm happy to keep an eye on [the son] if you two want to head upstairs to 'confer' a bit...."

Aren't I an understanding Slave.  It had been about three weeks since the two lovebirds had some private time. Who knows what sort of footsy they'd been playing under the table. But I figured it was high time for them to "get a room".

They were a little surprised at my offer, but took but 30 seconds or so to take me up on it, heading upstairs as I settled down with my paper on a ouch adjacent to J's son, who seemed oblivious to the whereabouts of his dad for the next 40 minutes or so.

After they left, Mistress gave me a sanitized version of what unfolded: He wanted to see me use the Hitachi, Slave.... that seems to get his motor running.... so I gave him a little show, was that OK?"

Well it's hardly for me to judge, isn't it?

"And he did some licking too.... I think he likes that almost as much as you do...."

Why settle for one tongue when you can ahve too, right ladies?

In fact, yesterday Slave had one of his rare opportunities for some mid-day worship.

Mistress had to stop by my office to sign some papers. Once the signing and notarizing was done, she had a few spare moments to bare those clean shaven folds for me.  I took a photo of her open toed summer shoes.

Cute toes, don't you think?  My guess is that some subs would be more than happy to indulge in some toe worship with those available. But time was limited, so I cut to the chase.... sliding to my knees to devour some of those addictive juices, until Mistress succumbed to a nice post lunch cum.

Yum.

AS it turned out, Mistress had to work late last night, which gave me a chance to take the sullen teen to see the new Spiderman movie. Yet another re-launch of the tale, but actually pretty good for such things. And while she brought up the likelihood of a "Fifty Shades of Grey" movie as the trailers ran, at least I didn't get cross-examined about why I had read that silly book.

We got home at around 9:45 pm, and Mistress was already in bed, in a cute nightie, looking unusually blissful.

Hmmmmm.

After we settled in, she made a little confession.

"Slave.... I hope you don't mind.... but I was talking to J before you got home, and he said he wanted to listen to me use the Hitachi....."

Well that explains that particularly relaxed demeanor.

"Did he enjoy listening to you come, Mistress....."

"He seemed to Slave....."

It's good to know my services were not too badly missed while watching the old web-slinger.  Special effects should not just be limited to the big screen.

A Commentary on Romance from Our Senior Correspondent

Donna, Our Senior Correspondent passed on the following to share with our readers:

 I  just read a blog about things that are considered to be romantic. The blog talked about how most men and women consider sending flowers, or going dancing, or gifting expensive colognes and perfumes to be romantic. I didn't comment there, but want to here. I think it's the connection to more that makes things romantic. Any dumbo can order flowers, it's the follow-up that makes the romance.

For example, my favorite blooms are wild flowers still growing in a field or blooming along the side of the road. We regularly drive through the mountains to see them, stopping to lay out a blanket and make love. When Bill pulls the duffel bag containing the blanket, lube and a clean wash cloth out of the back of the truck and I know he planned this, that's romance.

  And we enjoy dancing, but at home rather than out. Bill turns up the music on the stereo and spins me in the wheelchair, dancing around it with that sort of 70s dancing style that is less a real dance and more of a sexy, swinging wiggle. It makes me laugh, it makes my heart swell, and that's romance.

  I am in the middle of being fitted for a new wheelchair. It's been over 20 years since my last new chair and Bill goes with me to each appointment, voices his opinion and then steps back for me to make the final choices. He rubs my neck and gives me a nod of encouragement as I make the choices that are right for the changes in my body rather than what I would prefer to have. That's romance!

And the fist pump and shout he gave when the physical therapist said it looks like the insurance company will probably cover many of the upgrades that will keep me more mobile, that was romantic, too.

And here's romance for you. I haven't been able to lie flat in a bed for months due to changes in my spine, so I sleep in a special recliner in the den. Someday we'll be able to afford one of those beds that can be adjusted for each person and we'll share a bed at night again, but for now this is how it is. There is never a complaint from Bill. He tucks me into the recliner very lovingly with a deep kiss, some nipple twists and goes on to bed. Romance!

When Bill decides we will make love or partake in some BDSM, he brings out the ramps, positions them for me, and places me where I will be safe while he spanks or flogs my ass and shoves dildos and vibrators here and there, and then breaks out the Hitachi. Romance!

 Thanks, Donna. And what I particularly liked was this chart of wheel chair friendly positions that you also forwarded today. You may need to update us on your progress through this selection.

Furtive, Longing Glances ...

With a full nest and the demands of our jobs after a week in our mountain hideaway, its been a little hard to generate blog-worthy activity here at the UCTMW World HQ this week.

Of course, there was some nice bed time sex Monday night, with Mistress demanding that her Slave insert "my device" to assure an extra hard work-a-day cock. And some robust wake up sex Tuesday morning too.

But with our daughters hovering.... well we have to keep things in the "friendly confines" of the executive suite.

 Last evening we took the two of them - both dressed quite elegantly I might add - to a political fund raising  event at a very swanky house. It may not have been kinky, but I was proud to have my three beauties with me for an evening out. The girls more than held their own in chatting with some local (and national) big hitters.

Nice.

Of course, with our kids here, and with J's son visiting him, it's also been hard for Mistress to get together with her lover for the more "athletic" sex they share. My guess is it has them both a little frustrated. Last night in bed, we talked that over as I dined on Mistress's clean shaven folds as she toggled through her linked on connections. (Isn't multi-tasking fun?)

"It's been almost three weeks since I've had sex with J, Slave..... weird...."

"I bet he's missing it, Mistress...."

As it turns out, We've invited J and his son over for dinner tonight.  If it was up to the two of us, we'd try to arrange some private time for them as I grill the Salmon, but with three sets of prying eyes around, they may have to settle for some private longing looks and a stray fondle.

Poor kids!

Before we settled in last night, Mistress did mention that she'd not had a chance to scan yesterday's comments.

"The consensus seemed to be that you do deserve a very firm spanking after outing me to the kids and your mother over me reading "50 Shades"".

"But [our sullen teen] will be home Sunday, Slave...."

"Maybe I'll just turn the music up extra loud.... where there's a will there's a way.... by the time I'm done your bottom will be fifty shades of red....."

Fifty Shades of Shame

You know I hate coming back to this topic.

But, sometimes it's like Al Pacino in Godfather II - it just keeps pulling me back in.

Like on Sunday. There is something odd about going to the local grocery store and seeing a big display of a psuedo-smutty BDSM novel in aisle number 8, with half the books already gone, and one dog eared one there with the cover bent back, like a shopper had spent about an hour thumbing through looking for the good parts.

I was going to  let that drop though, despite the temptation to take a photo of this pathetic display with my I-phone.

But then it happened again, on Sunday evening. Dinner at the Mother-in-Law's house with our two daughters and one of their Co-Ed friends.

I'm not sure who brought it up: maybe the friend. She read it. Then our daughter just back from Europe says she read it. She comments that it's knocked off from the "Twilight" series, something we've commented about here. The girls both agree it's a little "weird".

Slave is keeping his mouth shut.

But could Mistress leave this alone. Oh No.

"You know, your father read it too!"

Jaws drop. Heads turn. Including the dumbstruck daughters and my very proper Mother-in-Law.

Dad wants to hide in a corner.

I was tempted to say, "Only so I could write a book review for our sex blog, honey!"

But I simply switched into my damage control mode, sort of on auto-pilot.

"Well it was getting all this publicity. As a student of pop culture I had to see what all the talk was about."

Daughter No. 2:

"I can't believe you read THAT......"

"Well I really just skimmed it."

More aghast looks. Them probably thinking I was just looking for the "good" parts.

"And boy was it lame...."

Of course, I'm not explaining why I thought it was lame. That there really aren't any 23 year old college grad virgins are there? Or that she just just have stopped agonizing and enjoy all those cums.

Again with "You really read THAT?"

I think you get the picture.

As it turns out, our older daughter had NOT read it. So when we got home, Mistress simply handed her the book that had been gathering dust on our shelf since my review.

Let's hope she doesn't give me those incredulous "Dad, that's disgusting" looks once she finishes it.

All I can say is this: Switch Day can't come soon enough this week, because Mistress is going to get a nice spanking when it does.

You Call This Air?

As our tiny plane  made it's approach to the ever-shrinking River City aerodrome yesterday afternoon we were confronted by a hazy, soupy 103 degree mix of car exhaust and naturally fermented methane with a slight CO2 chaser.

What a terrible change from the clear, cool, dry high dessert air we had enjoyed at our mountain hideaway. Mistress was already conspiring to go to her Doctor for a medical excuse to work from our cabin for the duration of the summer. I had to advise her that might not set her up for a "disability" defense should her employer insist that one of the requirements of her job is actually showing up.

I know, you're expecting a political rant on "global warming". All I can say is that this must be part of God's plan for us, right? Otherwise why would he have created coal, oil, jet skis, power boats and Oil Company PACs?

We did successfully collect our sullen teen after her year abroad before heading out into the blast furnace. She seems smarter, funnier, more tolerant of her parents' BS, skinnier, and considerate. I wonder if any of that will last the week?

And once we went through the mail, briefly celebrated her return, and confirmed the death of our lawn and plants after a week of 100 degree plus sun, we were behind closed doors in our executive suite.

It had been a long travel day. and a return to the stress of life here in "reality" was a little daunting. Mistress did talk to J, who also was dealing with some "shit" as they say. I heard her suggest to him that
you need to get laid" as an antidote. And I think I have a good idea who was more than happy to accommodate that "need".  Let's hope they can arrange that soon, despite the presence of our two teens.

Once her call with J was done, it was tempting for the two of us to call it a night.

 But the aromas wafting from Mistress's now naked clean shaven folds were sending quite a different message.

Yes, we were tired. But what better way to shake off the heavy atmospheric, back to the grind stone metals we were enduring than some carnal diversion.

Mistress seemed to get the same vibe at about the same time.

"So are we going to have sex, Slave?"

"I must say those scents are distracting, Mistress."

"Well I hope so.... go put in your device, Slave..... I want it particularly hard tonight."

Of course, she was referring to the aneros, which I lubed up and slid home for her.

Then I dived right in, feasting on her. No she hadn't showered on ou travel day, but sometimes that day old brew is just what the doctor ordered. After she had her starter cum, courtesy of her Slave's avid tongue and lips, she wondered out loud, "how's my cock, Slave?"

Actually, it was more than ready for her.

Back to a Re-Loaded River City Nest

Mistress and Slave are up early here in the SW. I did have a chance to feast on her clean shaven folds in a rather spartan near the airport motel this morning, but no time for a full on wake-up sexcapade. 

Guess Slave will have to wait until we return to River City!

We did enjoy an evening in Santa Fe last night, with a lovely dinner under the stars, polished off by a combination of some caramel-soy-duck fat and chocolate-tequila ice cream that, as arranged on the plate looked down right obscene.

Once we wind our way through our forward to the past air travel system and wind up in River City, we will be waiting there a little longer at the "Airport" to await the arrival of our long traveling sullen teen, who has been studying in Europe for the year. It will be good to see her, at last, though we wonder how well she will adapt to a return to her native habitat after all those months on her own on the "continent".

One thing we know for sure: Mistress and Slave will have to pull in their horns a bit over the next six weeks on the sexual front with four prying eyes and inquisitive ears parsing our every action and sound.  Maybe we need to post this sign to remind us?

Day at the Beach

Yesterday morning, after some gratifying wake-up sex, Mistress suggested that we skip our morning bike ride and go to "the beach. "

It's the spot we've talked about before, at the end of a dusty dirt road that takes us to the rim of the Rio Grande gorge, then about a 20 minute hike down what had been a primitive road for stage coaches traversing the river back in the 1880's or so across a long washed out toll bridge.

The hot springs at the bottom of the trail have been used by everyone from ancient native American tribes to Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda in a scene in Easy Rider.

The nice part is the lovely quiet down there, particularly in the morning, before the families, hippies and dogs find there way down the trial. The sound of the slow moving river, particularly low in light of the lack of rain in the Rockies, is a wonderful tanquilizer.

It's so much nicer than listening to redneck yahoos on their Jet-skis and power boats as they are known to do on some New England lakes over the 4th of July.

We stayed until around 1 pm or so, when the afternoon "monsoon" storm clouds began to gather and thunder rumbled down the gorge. That left us with a good chunk of the afternoon to do what Mistress and Slave do best: lolling in bed, Mistress laying back to allow her Slave to worship her clean shaven folds at her leisure, then generously giving me the chance to fuck her with all the energy I could muster. And muster I did.

After being badgered by one of those Texas wives to share a late afternoon cocktail, Mistress relented and headed off with her at about 4:30 pm to a local cantina. In her absence, Slave did some work out on our patio, watching the storm clouds and lightening dance around our mountain, delivering some much needed rain.

The sad part is that we need to hit the road back to River City this afternoon. Too short a time here, and we'll be returning to a very full nest- we will be meeting our long lost surly teen at the River City airport Saturday evening, after a year of studies overseas.

So for 6 weeks or so, until they both head off to college in late August, Mistress and Slave may have some serious style cramping to deal with.  Mistress is already a little antsy about how to arrange for those uplifting encounters with her lover J. It could be a little tough, because this surly teen is much more curious about what her Mom is up to than her older "cute co-ed" sister.

We can already imagine her cross examination "So how do you know this guy?"

Ah well.... time for Slave to slink back to Mistress in our rustic hideaway bed chamber for a last morning of suitable worship.

Pussy Whipped?

Last week Suzanne had a little piece over at All Mine on a phrase that has a certain 60's - 70's tawdry feel to me: Pussy Whipped. You can read here take, Here.

Of course, her perspective was from the purported "whipper",  how her female friends would use the word derisively to suggest maybe Suzanne had her boyfriend a little too tightly wrapped around her little finger. And of course, she also thought of it in the context of how she had her beaus "trained" to tend to her "pussy" with their lips and tongue firs,t before they could expect any reciprocal attention.

But what about from the guy's perspective. When your male buddies used the term, it was usually in the context of a guy who would rather spend his Friday evening, or some summer afternoon, hanging out with his girl-friend rather than with "the guys", maybe at a high school football game, or a pub crawl evening in college.

I can recall a crowded three room suite at my alma mater, when I would appropriate the room I shared with another fellow for an evening with a tall, sexually curious woman for some "everything but" sexual activity. My roommates, who were probably just jealous, would use terminology like "pussy whipped" when it became clear that I'd rather spend time in a horizontal position with this tall but hardly a beauty woman than get high and listen to Quadraphenia with them all night.

Of course, back in those days, Slave had hardly a hint of what real female dominance might involve. I just knew it was more fun to be with a women where there was at least a hint of sexual opportunity than with a bunch of dopey, clueless guys.

But what about the notion that Suzanne introduced: the sexual connotation of the term that suggests that "pussy worship" must always come first as the gateway for any lowly male satisfaction. 

While I was hardly reluctant to deploy that strategy in prior relationship, I have a very vivid memory of the first time Mistress and I "got together" about 24 years ago. 

We were both married to other people. She was in her mid-twenties. I was a "dirty old man" at 38. Our smouldering mutual attraction had finally gotten the better of us, and we arranged to meet at a bland suburban motel for some "private time".  That gorgeous, young Molly even brought snacks,  I can still taste in a strange way: strawberries and red licorice.

But the taste I can recall most vividly was the taste I savored as I lowered my head between those strong and shapely thighs. It was the way we started off that afternoon, and I can recall at least two cycles that triggered an addiction that lasts to this day.

And ever since, it seems we have almost always commenced any sexual engagement with me using my lips and tongue to give her that tasty starter cum, that hopefully leaves her wanting an "entre" involving my work-a-day cock.

Of course, over the years, this "worship" has become a tad more ritualized. Now I'm her Slave. I can get in big trouble if I forget to offer my worshipful services when the opportunity presents itself. And her dominance of our sexual life is reflected in our written contract and the cock cage I am sometimes required to wear (though not nearly enough according to some of our readers).

I suppose I was irreversibly changed the very moment I first tasted those luscious juices the afternoon we met in that bland outside River City. Sort of like Peter Parker and that nasty spider bite.

Does that make me "pussy whipped"?

You bet.