Blizzard!

Here in River City we have some Irish weather today.... chilly and damp.  And since Mistress was leaving the house a little later than normal, it gave us some extra time in the warmth of our bed for some slow and lazy wake up sex. It was hard to disentangle myself, but duty called.

But we are deeply concerned about the well being of our friendly competitors in the blog-o-sphere over at All Mine. According to increasingly alarmist weather reports, a blizzard of historic proportions is bearing down on their cozy (if highly secret) hideaway somewhere in scenic New England.

No doubt panic is setting in, as all those reputedly hardy, flinty souls of the Northeast scramble to clear grocery shelves of milk, bread, eggs, and duct tape. I'll bet Tom Brady may be picking up the last available Spanx and ballet slippers at Target even as we speak. And for extra warmth, a certain football coach is desperately looking for a hoodie without the sleeves sliced off.

Of course, anything that happens in the Northeast, with its hyper-active media and chattering classes,  is far more newsworthy than the mundane goings on here in the heartland. Doing a little research, I discovered a whole page of photos on Google images about the "Great Blizzard of 1978". There was even a picture book on the subject.

I can remember the winter of 1978 and a blizzard of seemingly equal "horror" here in River City the week my first daughter was born. We sucked it up and took the bus to work! Can you imagine that?

And Mistress and I hunkered down and through the blizzard of 2012 in Illinois and Indiana a few weeks back in our aging AWD Volvo.

But back to our friends at All Mine, in the eye of the storm. With the snow and wind bearing down on them, I suspect that Tammy, Suzanne, and Jay have taken the day off, and will be hunkering down  until the road crews figure a way to rescue them.

Presuming they want to be rescued.

This would seem like a good time for the three of them to engage in some boundry pushing, don't you think?

In particular, maybe Suzanne should consider exploring what surely must be a secret fantasy of any self-respecting Cuckoldress / Domme: fitting her otherwise Alpha lover Jay with his own chastity device.  With a full weekend with no where to go, what better time to get those tender guy parts accustomed to the friendly confines of a cock cage?

I just wouldn't let him operate a snow blower with one of those infernal devices on just yet, Suzanne. At least not until he gets used to it.

And Suzanne, if you decide to take some time off from deploying Big Blackie for some other spontaneous winter sports, please dress appropriately. We don't want you to catch a chill.