Our Senior Correspondent's Sunday Book Review

Why run out for the Sunday Times today, when you can get a whole book review section right here at UCTMW. Many of you may not know that our Senior Correspondent also moonlights as an editor for some of the hottest kinky authors out there today (with the exception of the WC. They disagree on the need for punctuation.

Mick suggested it might be interesting for me to share with you some sexy BDSM books from time to time. I am excited to begin with a few books by Claire Thompson, an award winning BDSM author as well as very good friend of mine. Having been part of the lifestyle for many years, Claire knows what she writes. 

In Claire's own words: I don't want to simply provide an erotic thrill or evocative description. With my D/s romances I seek not only to tell a story, but to come to grips with, and ultimately exalt in the true beauty and spirituality of a loving exchange of power. My darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism.

Claire's eBooks are available at her website, Romance Unbound, http://romanceunbound.com/, or for those who prefer a paper book, her print books as well as eBooks are available at Amazon.com. 

The Contract was released last week and within two days made the ARE best seller list. Make Me is a New York Times and USA Today Best Seller. It  is an amazing anthology of 12 full length books written by the biggest names in edgy romance and includes Enslaved, a great m/f book by Claire Thompson. 

THE CONTRACT 

Out of a job and betrayed by his lover, Jace Thompson jumps at an opportunity almost too good to be true. On a private island in the Florida Keys, a secret BDSM community exists in resort-style luxury, the wealthy clients served by paid submissives who meet their every erotic desire and sensual whim. As Jace works hard to serve the men of the island with submissive grace, he is challenged at every turn by a manipulative trainer who seems hell bent on his failure, and another who brings out a deeply submissive nature Jace didn't realize he possessed.

When trainer Quinn is asked to assess Jace for his submissive potential, the connection between them is immediate and intense. He might have to make an exception to his rule to never get involved with the service subs. His jealous ex-lover has other ideas.

Dark intrigue and unrequited desires combine in a tangled web of danger and deception. Against a backdrop of lush tropical beauty and steamy BDSM passion, Jace and Quinn begin a tentative and ultimately powerful exploration of Domination and submission not only of the body, but of the heart and soul. The Contract

SUBMISSION IN PARADISE

Paradise Islands - Passion tailored for the woman with everything but time

Shea Devon accepts the gift of a week at Paradise Islands, expecting moonlit walks on the beach and sweet kisses over candlelight dinners. Instead, a mix-up lands her on the company's BDSM island, at the mercy of a very sexy but stern Master.

Liam Jordan follows the script he believes was designed expressly for the lovely young woman in his charge. Thinking her resistance is part of the game she desires, he subdues the sexy, sassy Shea and gives her a spanking she won't soon forget, with plans for so much more.

Liam is captivated by this woman whose submissive potential has barely been tapped. Shea, both intrigued and terrified by the force of her own reactions, struggles with the concept of erotic submission, and even more with the ultimate surrender, that of the heart. But now that the Pandora's box of longing and desire has been opened, there is no going back for either of them.http://www.amazon.com/Submission-Paradise-Claire-Thompson-ebook/dp/B00HS5X0TI/ref=sr_1_9?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1396068244&sr=1-9

MAKE ME

Take a trip to the dark side with 12 full-length books by the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig! These heroes know what they want and they're not afraid to take it.http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I2UGR4I

Enjoy!

Donna

Senior Correspondent.

Mistress Multitasks

It was a "tough" first day here at our SW Hideaway. First, some lovely wake-up sex in our bed, with the big sunrise view of our mountain. Of course, there was also some work via computer and phone to attend to, but not too much.

Then a trip up the mountain. Thin crowds. Better snow than out last visit here at the end of February. The ski season is petering out with some nice sunshine.

We took it easy, getting in some turns. Stopping for some designer hot chocolate, then bolting back to the hideaway around 1:30 pm for what Mistress saw as the highlight of her day - getting some sun on our patio after a long cold winter back in River City.  While I made some lunch, Mistress was already doing a conference call with a client. I found her with I-phone in hand, laptop open, and completely nakers.

Luckily the client did not insist on a Skype chat! He would have definitely gotten better value for that impressive hourly rate.

And do you think I can work a product placement deal with Apple?

Our Senior Correspondent Goes Pelvic

You'll be happy to know that Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway safely last night. And fortunately for me, Mistress was in an indulgent mood. After I worshipped  clean shaven folds that were particularly musky after a long day of travel, she gave me the good news that my 40 or so hours of abstinence would not be extended until this morning.

When the dust settled after a sustained and successful assault by the work-a-day cock, Mistress seemed impressed. 

"Wow, Slave.... you must have been horny."

No doubt. It had been nearly two days, with an intervening date night for Mistress that Slave had to mull over, stoking those cuckold fires. 

But today's blog is devoted to a contribution by our Senior Correspondent, who can make even a trip to the doctor kinky: 

Long time no write. Well, I have been leaving pithy little comments here and there, but not really writing. The reason has to do with some on-going medical crap, but we're learning to deal and all is well.

I want to begin by sharing a personal insight: whether a submissive is healthy or ill, they are still submissive with all the needs, wants, and meaning wrapped up in those words. We continue to desire spankings, floggings, blindfolds, hot wax, and all the rest, as well as the opportunity to serve orally and physically. Of course you should check in to be sure your sub is up for it, but don't good Doms do that anyway? As for me, right now I really need a solid spanking, some anal sex and a butt plug, even yearn for it. And from the look on Bill's face when I threw a bit of snark his direction during breakfast this morning, my needs may be met quite soon. 


Speaking of anal sex and butt plugs, if those words bother you, perhaps you should skip today's blog. I will be covering, or uncovering, if you would rather, some information related to butts in an up close and personal way. 

On Monday, I had an appointment with a specialist who informed me that now is the time to see someone about bowel retraining. Immediately, those little questions that pop up for me at the most unfortunate times began running in circles through my brain. How does one retrain a bowel? I'm envisioning a lion tamer with a whip and chair yelling, "Back, back, I say!" Next question, who in the heck does that for a living? And really, does any child ever sit at the dinning room table and announce to their parents that when they grow up they want to be a bowel trainer? More and more questions came to mind, but Bill was watching my face and gave me his best staring from under the eyebrows look so I would understand he knew I was about to ask some of my "special" questions, and that he would prefer I not. 

So I didn't, but I must have made a face, because then the doctor informed me that the procedure would be "rather invasive" and he hoped it wouldn't upset me. I assured him that I wouldn't be upset and might even get a bit of a thrill, you never know. He sat there for a moment with a straight face, did a blink-blink, and then burst out laughing. Hey, as long as you can share a smile and a laugh, it's all good. Right?

Later that day, when the clinic called to set up my appointment, the girl on the phone had a very heavy accent. Just to be sure I understood who was calling, I asked whether she was calling from the bowel clinic. Her voice became very clipped as she informed me that the correct terminology is pelvic health clinic. That made me laugh, it's a lovely euphemism but no matter what it's called, the same procedures were going to take place. 

I headed out to my pelvic health appointment with my favorite hand sanitizer and a large can of Lysol spray in my backpack. I am happy to say the only thing painful about the appointment was the amount of paperwork I had to fill out. I suppose if you've never had anal sex or spent time with a decently sized butt plug you might considered it invasive, but I just continued visiting with the technician as she did her work, wondering when things were going to get ramped up. They didn't. The only unpleasantness had to do with the technician. Let me just say that I really think people in this line of work should refrain from gesticulating wildly while both hands are gloved and one hand still in a very warm location. I believe that was the first time in my life I have sincerely hoped that it was spit or little tidbits of leftovers from lunch being spat upon my back. 

The actual retraining involves bio-feedback. A device that looks like a tiny little wired dildo is inserted in the back door, attached to some monitors, and the retraining begins. I think on my next visit I'm going to take a decent size butt plug from my personal stash and see if she can't wire it up so I can get better results sooner!

Who knew BDSM would be so helpful, medically speaking?

Senior Correspondent,
Donna

Thanks, Donna. Please keep our readers up to date on how the therapy goes, and whether you can make the gesticulating therapist blush before you are done. Since you live down in the bible belt, I'm wondering if your therapy will be tricked out with something like this:

SW Bound

I can hear the groans already. (Or it might be more eye rolling from the complacent cuckolders over at All Mine.)

Yes, Mistress and her devoted slave are headed once again to our SW hideaway to catch the tail end of the ski season and some early spring high altitude rays. (Watch here for some risque sunbathing pics over the next few days, you HNT afficianados).

We're parked at DFW airport, waiting once again for our connecting flight, giving slave a little time to post an update.

You will be happy to know that Mistress stepped out again last night for a little bon voyage action with her lover.

"He wanted me to spend the night, Slave....but...."

She did have another ridiculously early meeting this morning. So she came home to me. I was grateful to have her back in our bed at the UCTMW World HQ by 10:30 pm or so. And although she apparently had her fair share of action, I was rewarded for staying awake  by an opportunity for some after action worship.

"Don't you want a taste, Slave?"

Who could resist.

I took my time savoring her clean shaven folds, which were somewhat damper and more pliant than I might find on a typical graze after a day apart.

I made sure to savor my opportunity, using tongue and lips to slowly work Mistress up to her final cum of the evening.

Of course, she had no need for the work-a-day cock at that point. And that early morning meeting precluded a chance for some pre-travel wake up sex.  But I suspect there will be more than a few opportunities to make up for my sad denial (another 40 hours of abstinence, all in one week!) over the next ten days in our version of paradise.

Patience has it's reward.

Mistress and Slave Reunited

As Slave was heading to work on Tuesday morning, Mistress was unwinding herself from an evening in her lover's bed, and heading home to refresh and get ready for her own work day. But she was able to stop by my office mid-afternoon for some enticing worship. Down on my knees, head buried between her thighs as she sat on the "throne" pressed against my office door, Slave could reflect on how much I had missed her in our lonely bed the night before.

At home by 6:30 pm we had a brief meeting with our realtor (we're getting ready to 'downsize'), but all Slave could think about was the chance for some reunion sex once we shooed our guest out the door.

Fortunately, the paper work did not take too long. And Mistress was still in her peek-a-boo tights, allowing for some quick and easy access....

After a round of oral devotions Mistress finally gave her horny Slave the "all access pass", which was quickly put to good use.  But I was gentle.

"Are you sore, Mistress...."

"Yes, Slave .... though thigh muscles are pretty tight ...."

The convenient aperture in those tights made for a convenient entry point, and Slave gently but persistently used the tool that had been locked away for safe keeping the day before.

When the dust settled after Mistress gave me permission to cum, she seemed impressed.

"Wow, Slave.... you seemed pretty horny...."

"Well it had been nearly 56 hours,  Mistress.... what would you expect?"

(But who's counting?)

The moral of this story is that while I surely miss Mistress when she is away for a date night in another man's bed, the reunion sex is always very, very hot.

Absence not only makes the heart grow fonder. It also makes the work-a-day cock harder.

Cold Night at the UCTMW World HQ

Our devoted readers will be happy to know that my modified plastic cage was able to slide through the high security at the local federal office building yesterday. I must admit that when I stepped through the scanner, with the crackerjack security guard monitoring me for suspicious behavior, I had a little flutter of anxiety about whether they had upgraded the standard metal detector to something more "all seeing". But I got the quick wave through, and all was well.

Fortunately, there was none of that annoying pinching that the parts of the CB 6000 can sometimes induce when you sit down. Nothing like squirming while doing performance art.

Mistress did check in with me via phone around 5 pm. She was on her way over to her lover's house for their "date night". She wanted to make sure my cage was still tightly affixed, and I promised to shoot a photo for her when I got home to show that the plastic lock had not been tampered with during my long day at the office.

I stopped by for a visit with my cute grandchildren, and was thankful that there was not too much bouncing on my lap. By 8:15 pm  I was home, and got a text from Mistress that she and her lover now were headed out for dinner.

Hmmm..... that meant they had about 3 hours to "take care of business".

"You must be famished, Mistress."

"Starved..... been very busy since I got here...."

I did shoot her a photo of my cage cock, that probably provided a little entertainment over starters. Would Mistress show her lover her husband's predicament?  I doubt it, but....

Not long after I got a response indicating that I could now "free" myself.

That was a relief. It's hard to sleep in those contraptions, though I suspect some of our readers think I should simply "man up" and endure a little discomfort now and then. Mistress checked in via phone at around 10 pm, letting me know that she would be spending the night and not to wait up for her. She and her lover were going into extra innings. Or would that be overtime?

As it turned out it was a cold night here.... though the snow they were warning about has yet to materialize. I sorely missed the warm body of my beloved next to me through the night. Mistress texted at around 6:15 this morning:

"Awake. Going to do round three.... then home by 9..."

Sadly, I will be long gone for work by then....no one will be here to greet Mistress and offer a soothing tongue to minister to those well utilized clean shaven folds.

Hopefully she'll allow me a chance to remedy that this evening.

While Slave's Locked Away, Mistress Will Play

Mistress slept in her peek-aboo tights last night. It's unseasonably cold here for one thing. Plus she had one of those god awful 7:30 am breakfast meetings that folks without lives like to schedule on Monday mornings.

"Who does that Mistress?"

"My Mother."

See what I mean. The original Domme of the family. 

Of course, with a 7:30 am meeting, Slave knew there would be no time for indulging my daily urge for wake-up sex. Luckily, there was time for a little worship, facilitated by Mistress's special tights. So I was able to send her off on her pre-dawn mission with a smile on her face.

But Slave is not so smiley.  Mistress's lover has the week off from kid duties, which leaves him available for an evening visitation.

"I'm not sure whether I will spend the night, Slave.....I will let you know as things develop."

With more snow predicted,  it might be particularly cold in the UCTMW World HQ bed tonight.

Plus, Mistress made sure Slave would not get into "trouble".

She made clear Sunday evening that I'd be in my cage all day. The complication is that I have some work duties today involving a building with a metal detector.  Not to worry though. At her request I had ordered several weeks back a new plastic CB-6000 model to replace the one with the broken ring. Just for "no excuses" on days such as these.

The only problem was that when I opened the little brown packing envelope last night, I discovered they sent me the CB6000S! As in S for "Small".

Well Slave may not be armed with a special occasion cock like our Western Correspondent. But I sure as hell was not going to fit into the S size either. I mean, maybe after being packed in ice for a few hours. But what happens when things thaw out down there.  The big squeeze was not what I had in mind.

Fortunately, I still had the "business end" of my old CB model. And the rings from the S model were compatible. So I was able to cobble together a suitable restraint for Mistress's work-a-day cock to make her feel sufficiently secure for her night in at her Lover's Nest this evening.

And I don't have to worry about some security guard wanding me where the sun don't shine.

Sort of a win - win, I suppose, if you don't mind being locked away while your lovely wife plays.

Our Western Correspondent Takes Us Higher

Sadly, our Western Correspondent passed on his chance to cover the Russian takeover in Crimea in his unique way. Apparently he left the Cossacks feeling they had some unfinished business with him.  Maybe he's  not so interested in how they want to complete the transaction? And maybe that's good for the UCTMW bottom line, because wherever the WC goes he seems to leave people with their palms out in his wake. . We recently received an angry letter from two lovely ladies wanting us to pick up the tab for the over priced ointments and antibiotics that their "doctor" prescribed to get rid of the nasty rash they claim the WC left behind as a memento of the time he share with them in Sochi.   They sure are cuties. I politely responded that their overnight stand was really just with a "free lancer" (though with an unusually large lance),  and that  UCTMW World Enterprises is not liable for all of his frolics and detours while on assignment. Hopefully they will not "call Saul" about that defense. 

Miguel, next time you are "Steppe - ing Out" make sure to bring condoms!

Instead of getting a few more notches on his belt as a war correspondent, the WC has found a comfort zone in consumer reporting on the burgeoning pot market in his home state, which is giving John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High" some posthumous legs:


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(DENVER) Well well well

Now I learn that they are making pot beauty products

I just mailed a brochure describing the products to Mick

Face cream....... no more wrinkles 

Knee cream...  no pain

Massage oils "just give them to your massage guy"   happy ending !!!

Pimples .....rub it on they're gone

But the poor old WC was asking

What about sex oils?????

Well my man Mobly 

At the pot shop assures me the oils can be rubbed on sex organs and it is great ....

Course he thinks everything pot is great

Well 

I will try an experiment since  my lovely bride is high on the idea

Report cumming soon!

Now I never liked smoking pot

Still don't

But on UCTMW's generous budget I did purchase some "raw" bud

I am going to give it away or bake it in a muffin

Sorry Mick I would give it to you but that is illegal 

Or so I am told 

Not being a lawyer I don't know

But

Mobly and his fellow owners of my pot shop told me they had found the "HOLLY GRAIL"

Drum roll please

E cigarettes 

Full of hash oil

WTF I said!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes Mobly assured me

I was smoking one in Ohare Airpot in Chicago

And in the airport in Israel 

Hey he said 

If  Mossad can't catch you nobody can

Probably true......

So the WC bought one of these new fangled units

The power unit costs $20.00

It plugs into your computer to charge 

UBS port

Then you buy the unit with the THC in it

Very pure hash oil I am told

Mobly tells me you get 500 hits per unit

No matches

It looks just like a pen

Keep it in you pocket

No lighter needed 

Mobly told me it takes four or five puffs to get him high

The poor old WC took one and was very happy

Advise here

Never use Mobly as a test subject

Seriously here

Pot infused E cigs are the future

WOW

Don't know quite to make of this new deal

But I do know that for whatever reason

Pot medical products have been banned for years

My theory.....

I don't have a clue

Rock on Mick and Molly

The befuddled 

WC

Mobly? Really? Can't think of a better name for a Ganja Entrepreneur. 

And at the rate you are going "befuddled" may become a permanent adjective describing your countenance, WC.

St. Patrick's Day CounterProgramming.

Coming home early to Mistress last night was a lovely alternative to the annual gathering of stuffy white guys drinking too much. Sure there was a little wine with the dinner I whipped up for her, but not pints of Guinness and little glasses of Jamieson, neat. Plus I didn't have to worry about finding all the studs for my tux.

And Mistress was more than obliging.

She even made sure to keep her "peek-a-boo" tights on for some post work worship, followed by some long and leisurely love making in the her executive suite. And while I may have broken a long standing Collins family tradition of not drinking too much in honor of some dude who had a phobia for snakes.

There's nothing wrong with starting a new family tradition.

Leprechauns in Bondage

That got your attention didn't it? And what better way to celebrate a kinky St. Patrick's Day than some kinky characters steeped in Gaelic folk lore. Sadly, I must
leave such fiction to our friend 'Nilla. But then she might have the poor little fellas' imprisoned and impaled by a horny space alien with an alarming resemblance to  a giant squid. Of course, maybe the Leprechaun turns the tables:

Sadly, St. Patrick's Day got off to a slow start for this Ol' Irish Slave. Mistress had one of those ridiculous 8 am meetings to start her week, leaving wake-up sex on hold. Well, at least for me. But since it remains unseasonably chilly here in River City, she did slither into her peek-a-boo tights and make herself available for what she referred to as some quick but effective "drive by worship" before heading out the door in the pre-dawn hour. Hopefully my quick but potent "lick of the Irish" gave Mistress a little something to think about as she sat around the conference room table with all those boring guys this morning.

As for me: I have elected to forego the annual stag dinner for the friendly sons this year. No tuxedo. No open bar and "Buffet Erin". No tedious speeches and boring old guys to make small talk with while eating over cooked beef.  No Men's choir singing "Danny Boy". Instead I am hoping the "luck of the Irish" means I get lucky tonight.

If not, I might end up as testy as this guy:

Tights Hit the Post-Season

It's not exactly March Madness, but the cold snap that drove River City temperatures back into the teens, after a brief taunting from spring, had one upside: extending tights season here for just a few more days.

Ol' Mick has a bit of a tights fetish, as our most loyal readers have come to learn. So anything that adds a few days of twisted fun to my sometimes tedious work-a-day life can't be all that bad, can it?

Yesterday Mistress was dressing for work, after our satisfying wake-up sex, and seemed torn.

"It's 19 outside Slave? Can't decide - pants, or tights?"

Well she knew what my answer would be. And she even wriggled into my favorites: the peek-a-boo variety with the convenient, worship ready aperture.

The sad part is that I only got a brief sighting of her before we headed off in different directions: black skirt, ending above the knee, black tights, and black boots to finish the look. I'm sure she was turning more than a few heads through the course of her busy day. And a few texts she sent only primed my pump for some post work day worship.

Fortunately, she obliged her Slave, keeping those tights on for this photo op, some worship with my head parked at just the right strategic spot, and even slept in the tights, allowing me to sidle up to them through the night.

Very distracting!

I suspect I will get a little more fodder for my fetish when I rejoin her in bed, momentarily.

Our Western Correspondent Moonlights for Consumer Reports

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But Because Consumer Reports insists on punctuation, you're reading it here. At least he sent a selfie along!

(DENVER) Well legal pot has been here for over two months

Guess what?

The sky has not fallen  yet

I don't think.....

Our dusty old  cow town seems just the same to me

Haven't seen any crazed pot heads running around creating anarchy  

Course I don't get out much

Nevertheless I have been doing diligent research on behalf of my employers 

UCTMW

Took a little break to visit our Russian friends in Sochi

And held up in Vegas for a few days to let Mick cool down about some bills I ran up in Russia

But

I have been researching !!!!

So here is my take

LEGAL POT RULES!!!!!!!!!!!

All the peeps you meet in the stores are so friendly and cool

Everybody is smiling

Course the people running the stores are happy

They are getting fucking rich!

But all the customers are laughing and joking

I frequent a store near DU

A local University

The customers range from college kids to the retired crowd with plenty of very rich folks thrown in too

And they all talk and socialize together

Very very cool actually......

Now for the products

Course you have your garden variety bud

Sold by the gram $25

1/8 ounce $60 and so on and so forth

They sell sativa  an "upper buzz"

Indiga a "sleepy buzz"

And a hybrid of the two....  for you independent's out there who can't decide which party to vote for

I guess

Then there are the "edibles"

These range from pills to candy of all sorts

Gummy bears, totsie roles, gum, chocolates, hard candies, basically anything 

And then you have your brownies, cookies, fudges, protein bars, granola bars, fiber bars

See you can get high and be regular

So there Jamie Lee Curtis! 

Very interesting are the drinks

They come in resealable bottles

Soft drinks, sports drinks, fruit drinks, you name it

Think the connivence store  drink case's and you basically have it

They also sell drops, additives and this stuff in a straw that you mix with water

And that is just in my little store

Very very cool

Now there is a lot of controversy about how much THC is in these edibles 

The Denver Post is testing them and running a story about the various companies products

And how some companies product have very little THC in them

For example one company advertised 100 mg in their candy

The Post found their product actually had  .75 mg per candy

This caused the WC to say WTF?????         Suzanne:)

They are basically making and breaking companies 

And I say

God bless you Denver Post!!!!

I have purchased a couple of edibles that did not make the poor old WC high at all!!!!!

Shame you .........you frauds, you charlatans, you hucksters !!!!

Well so much for my little rant.....

All transactions are basically in $20 increments 

$5 at the least

No change and taxes are included

Cash only 

No credit cards cause the owners can't get bank accounts

These guys are rolling up to State Treasury with a pistol on the seat and 50K in a bag to pay their taxes

But you know the State is loving those tax dollars

But I know you are asking

Does the poor old WC think the pot is medicinal????

Not being a doctor

I don't know

But I say try some

You will be happier

Whatever ails you.......

Your intrepid reporter

WC

Mistress Relents to Our Whiney Readers' Views

Happy, folks?

After all your demands for more cage time, Mistress cracked down on her devoted Slave yesterday.

When she realized that her Slave had to be at some tedious civic breakfast that started before dawn, and that she would be out at her own public event until almost 9 pm, she gave her orders:

"I think you need to be in that cage tomorrow, Slave."

And since I had such an early command performance, there was no opportunity for the traditional wake-up sex to take the edge off a day of lock down. No, just cram those balls and cock into that tight steel ring, and have mistress close the lock once I climbed out of the shower.

From that civic breakfast I reported in via text:

"The usual suspects are here, Mistress. I bet I'm the only one in a cock cage."

(of course, who could tell. That tight assed Judge at the next table seemed a little squirmy. Or was it squierelly?)

"I bet you're right, Slave."

Otherwise, my day was uneventful. But sadly, when I got home, Mistress was already on to her "night shift" event. She did text me a photo of the T-shirt they forced her to wear. I'm wondering what made that nipple all perky - some stud ogling her, or the thought of her slave back at home, still on lockdown?

She was indulgent though: Slave was allowed to "self-release" in order to go on my first bike ride of the spring. It was a nice chance for some outside exercise with temperatures pushing into the 70's. But winter is make a curtain call again today. Low 14 and snow tonight in River City? WTF!

When Mistress finally arrived home, Slave showed his humble gratitude by worshiping those clean shaven folds with renewed devotion. But Mistress was particularly tired, and deferred my own sexual release until this morning.

I hope all that abstinence makes you demanding readers happy!

Wedding Shower From Hell

Poor Mistress.

On Saturday afternoon she was consigned to attend a wedding shower for her devoted Slave's niece - the daughter of my dearly departed younger brother. When we originally accepted the invitation, it was under the assumption that it was one of those more "modern" co-ed showers, where the groom to be, husbands and male friends were also welcome. But, no....  it was not until after we sent an affirmative response that Mistress learned to her horror it was a "girls only" affair.

Someone once said about the Collins clan that it's like the Hotel California: you can check out, but you can never leave. Sure enough, Mistress texted me not long after the party commenced that the attendees included: my ex-wife, my brother's ex-wife (along with his widow, the mother of the bride to be), and a couple of his former actual and/ or wannabe girl friends (we are not sure if the wannabe ever actually got into my brother's pants, but it seems likely). Although we now get along on fairly cordial terms with my ex-wife, Mistress always notes a certain chill from other family members  when she and my ex  are in the same room - as in "is it cool to be cordial to Molly when the ex is there?" By now, after about 20 years you would think some folks would "move on", but one should never over-estimate the generosity of the human spirit.

As you might imagine, Mistress has no patience for these sorts of shenanigans, or for the whole "hen party" concept in the first place.  "When I left they were playing some silly game, Slave.... ugh..."

I suspect I have earned a good cropping for having sent Mistress on this mission with too many catty women on a perfectly good Saturday.

Fortunately, she had a good excuse to bail out early - we had planned a birthday dinner for our cute co-ed and several of her sorority girl friends up the road on her bucolic heartland campus. I suppose I could say the tables were turned there: Slave was the only male at the table, and there were few males in the entire restaurant, since this apparently was some sort of "Moms' weekend" for several of the sororities. Not to worry though (as if you would), once Slave adopted to the ultra- high decibel level of all those squawking girls and their moms, I was treated to some tasty eye candy: lots of cute sorority girls in their too short dresses out for a Saturday night. Some of the Moms weren't so bad either, though none of them held a candle to Mistress.  So while it was too loud to hear much of the conversation from my end of the table, Slave never got too bored.

It was too late by the time we finally got home from our campus excursion for some "night cap" sex, but we made up for it in Sunday: Mistress was treated to a little "power tool" action before she headed to her spinning class; and later in the afternoon, after a much needed nap, Slave used his un-powered tools to provide a little extra worship. Fortunately, Mistress was kind enough to return the favor, and we got in one more round of fucking during the extra daylight that the time change provided us.

Hopefully I can figure a way to make it up to Mistress for consigning her to that nasty wedding shower.

Peek-A -Boo Tights Make a Cameo Appearance

Here in River City, spring seemed  to arrive at long last yesterday. the snow is almost all melted away, and the thermometer breached 50 for the first time in what seems like ages.

Mistress was dressing for some work engagements and seemed torn: is tights' season over (frowny face from her Slave), or is this the very end of tights' season?

Instead she compromised: "just for you Slave, I'll wear my peek-a-boo tights....."

We had planned on some socializing after work, and there would be a chance for some discrete semi-public worship if we played our cards right.

But.... Mistress had a particularly stressful day, so at around 5 pm we canned our after work plans and headed home. 

All was not lost though..... when Slave got home, there she was lounging on our bed. Her black silk nightie was on, but her peek-a-boo tights remained on too.

It wasn't long before Slave had stripped off his own work clothes, and had my lips and tongue hard at work, hoping to relieve some of the stress that Mistress had over-piled up during her day.

And after I had induced one lovely cum with my oral attention.... Mistress was happy to return the favor.  First she instructed me to insert that white plastic aneros though....

"I want a particularly hard cock, Slave...."

And after she teased it with those soft and deft hands, I was given license to take my pleasure from her, my cock plunging into her clean shaven folds, through the convenient aperture in those sexy black tights.

It (almost) made me regret that winter is finally releasing it's stranglehold on the heartland!

Back to the Grind

Yes, friends. We did make it back to River City late Monday night. We've been absorbed in the daily grind since then, resenting the fact that we left all that new snow behind for others to exploit. By now the crazy Texans are heading north for spring break. Who knows what will be left behind once they are finished with our lovely mountain. Let's hope they don't have enough time to start fracking before they go back to school!

Of course, we've not given up on our daily dosage of sex. Mistress has been back in her lovely black nightie this week, which is some small comfort for all the time we've had to spend tending to cranky clients. And this afternoon she's having lunch with her "side dish" Jay. Maybe they'll be setting up a more intimate get together soon?  Who knows.

I have been sorting through the Amex card receipts piled up by our Western Correspondent on his recent junket to Sochi. It's as bad as you might imagine. $6000 for a Cossack costume, not including the cute little hat and horse whip? And $4000 just to rent a horse for a few hours?  Please.....

But the last straw was this:

A custom taolored suit of armour "let out" to accomodate the special occasion cock for $25,000?  Just to cover the Olympics?  How am I going to recoup that on E-Bay when I try to unload it?

Maybe we should reassign him to cover the dust-up in the Crimea. He can use all those contacts he made with his Cossack pals to get the inside scoop. UCTMW could buy a "key man" insurance policy on his sorry ass and hope for the worse?

Powder Day

The snow kept falling up on our local ski mountain all through Saturday and most of Sunday, leaving behind a total of about 27 much needed  inches over the three day of this lovely storm. By 8 am the parade of cars from all the local "powder hounds" was streaming past our little hideaway.

But as savvy skiers, we knew there was no rush. It would take more than a few hours for the intrepid ski patrollers to blast away potential snow slides to make the mountain safe for skiers. So we spent a little more quality time in our little chunk of paradise. Mistress was pleased when she saw me pull out and plug in the spare power tool we keep here for just such occasions. And it seemed to have an even more potent (and speedy) impact on her clean shaven folds. Soon it was she who was asking permission to cum. Who would I be to deny her the pleasure of a power assisted release of all that sexual energy?

After some time in front of the fire, we headed up the mountain. The crowds and powder were thick, and the snow was damp and heavy on our legs, after 9 consecutive days of skiing. So we made it a shorter day than typical.... "why kill ourselves on the last day of the trip" seemed to be our attitude.

Of course, that left more time for some final R & R here in the hideaway. The fire was blazing, Mistress and Slave got in a final afternoon nap. And just before sunset the sun finally popped out from the crowds, lighting up the mountain that had been hidden by snow clouds for three days:

Sadly, we head back to River City today, where they've had their latest snowmageddon over the weekend. Somehow snow is not the same there, where it backs up traffic and covers sidewalks rather than creates recreational and agricultural opportunity!

So I'd better get back in bed quickly with Mistress to squeeze out one last chance for wake-up sex before we take that long road back to the heartland.