Mistress Steps In It.

It's our last night in the UCTMW World HQ. At least the original one. After the blitzkrieg drive back from DC on Monday, it's been non-stop packing, working, and shuttling our delicate items to the new, semi-downsized pad in a more central and hip part of town.

Our cute Co-Eds have been relatively co-operative, though the younger one still has a whole lot of packing to do in her disaster of a room, with the movers coming at crack of dawn tomorrow.

Sadly, Mistress and Slave have barely had time for sex these last few days. Other than a stop at my office for worship on Tuesday afternoon, things have been pretty dry since we climbed in the car in DC on Monday morning.

But things were looking good this evening, after we attended a closing and made one more shuttle to the new house with a variety of items, including our bag of "toys" that I discretely slid into the back of our new closet.  At around 7 pm, the girls announced they were filling up the station wagon with some of their own items and driving over to the new house.  Finally,  it seemed as if a window of opportunity had opened.

But Mistress was a little too cocky when she called out from downstairs to her slave....

"Amazing. Both girls gone.... let's have sex.....!"

Then there was another voice - cute Co-Ed #2.

"I haven't left yet."

I'm not sure who was more embarrassed. Mistress. Or our daughter.

Can you imagine the conversation the two of them had once they pulled out of the driveway?

Don't worry. Despite the walk of shame Mistress had up the stairs after she realized her blunder, once we confirmed that both were gone, we did not let the opportunity pass us by.

Weekend Wedding Road Trip Update

Mistress gave me  a chance  for a "photo-op" as she was primping for last night's wedding. The engineering on this little device seemed confusing, until I realized there was some sort of adhesive that stuck to her cute but sturdy nipples, which was just slightly painful when she popped them off to readjust her cleavage.

 Amazing what women do to enhance their appearance, isn't it?  But then again if our blogger friend "Fury" had designed this device, it probably would have little clamps inside to make sure it didn't pop off.

There is always room for design improvement!

Road Trip With the Divas

Our life back in River City just wasn't complicated enough - busy at work, dealing with the return of our cute Co-Eds, and getting ready to move the UCTMW World HQ to a smaller footprint in a trendier neighborhood. So what better time for  a mandatory appearance at a family wedding in DC for the Memorial Day weekend?

Since air connections from River City these days are less convenient and more expensive, we opted for another car ride to the East Coast, Yes, the 2nd in a week if you are counting. Mick is thinking about changing careers to over-the-road trucker!

Suffice it to say that with the two Divas kibbutzing from the back seat, there was not much time or space for sexy talk between Mistress and Slave during our drive . Fortunately, Mistress's  unsubtle message to suitor Steven to cut off the constant barrage of texting worked it's magic. Mistress did not have to explain who kept texting her to our nosy daughters.

Suzanne will be happy to know that we upgraded from the Super 8 to a "Microtel" in Hazelton, WV on Friday night. Nice rooms out in the middle of no where, but reasonably priced. Maybe its fortunate location was chosen because of the proximity  of the Hazelton Federal Penitentiary, just  next door, something we did not notice until we departed on Saturday morning. Fortunately, there were no prison escapes during our brief visit.

And we did make sure the ladies slept in a separate room, giving Mistress and slave some time for our morning wake-up sex ritual before hitting the road for DC.

Our arrival here was uneventful, and we did some touristy things yesterday afternoon -- dodging a few hundred Vietnam Era bikers here for Memorial Day,  before doing a brisk walk through the National Gallery.

We made sure there was time for a "nap" before taking our Divas in Training out for a high end dinner at a restaurant Mistress and Slave have enjoyed for many years. One daughter used her fake Texas ID to order a desiginer Gin and Tonic.  Yes, friends, we confess to bad parenting.

This morning we are "sleeping in" before heading to a Georgetown Brunch. The wedding is this evening. I can already sense the need for a late afternoon nap. By tommorrow at noon we will be back on the road, hightailing it back to River City to finish our packing.

We hope the rest of you are enjoying a more restful Memorial Day Weekend, closer to home!

Mistress Channels Groucho

Groucho Marx:

·  I sent the club a wire stating, "PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER".

• Telegram to the Friar's Club of Beverly Hills to which he belonged, as recounted in Groucho and Me (1959), p. 321

This famous quote, recycled by Woody Allen in at least one of his movies (can anyone remember which one.... maybe Annie Hall?) captures Mistress's mood about her latest AM suitor, Steven.

Of all the supplicants these last two week, he made the cut for further exploration. And at first blush he seemed like a suitable candidate. Handsome, smart, articulate, ardent,  and Mistress got a little thrill when he fondled her thigh under the dinner table, her Slave unaware of this stealth advance.

Sure, part of the whole cuckold/AM thing is to provide Mistress with the thrill of the pursuit... i.e., someone pursuing her. But in Steven's case, the pursuit may have turned more into fawning.

"It's this constant barage of texts and emails, Slave.... and if I let one sit in my onbox for more than an hour, then it's "didn't you get my text?"

"Sounds more like a girl, Mistress. "

Of course, Mistress has a life, and a very busy one these days. Work. Packing up the UCTMW WOrld HQ for our "downsizing" move to our urban hipster hideout closer to the center of things. Plus our daughters are back in the mix, expecting (and deserving) their share of attention. Mistress likes the fact that this guy finds her overwhelmingly desirable, but doesn't he have a life too?

After our 3 way dinner last week, they did meet up one on one for a drink on Tuesday. Mistress made sure her Slave was in the cage while she tested the waters solo with her prospect. Afterwords, she reported that things went well enough.

"He clearly wants me, Slave".

And there was a brief make out session in the parking lot before they went their separate ways. 

"He's a pretty good kisser....."

But still. Maybe a little too obsessive. Is this comparable to Groucho rejecting that invitation from a club who's standards he questioned?

Last night we discussed how to handle it.

"Should I send him a mano-to-mano email passing on some feed back, Mistress.... or maybe you send him a frank email reporting on where you are with all of this right now, and suggesting he cut back on the seige via email and text until our move is complete and there is a better feel for whether there really is any chemistry between you?"

At deadline for this post, she was still undecided. And the text messages were still coming.

Any thought, dear readers?

Now Slave's getting back to packing 20 boxes of herbal tea. You can never have enough variety!

Dear Molly and Mick - The Case of the Noisy Spanker

 

 

It’s one of those day’s when Molly and Mick respond to a seeker of advice – this time from the Washington Post’s “Dear Prudence” – when “Prudie” lacks sufficient “hands on”  experience to fully advise her readers.(With illustration).

 

I'M NOT BEING ABUSED!

My new husband and I enjoy very rough sex. Unfortunately - in spite of efforts to keep quiet - my 12 year old daughter overheard us. I got called in for a private meeting with her teacher outside of school hours. She told me my daughter heard her stepfather slapping me and was extremely upset. I was completely taken aback, not to mention embarrassed beyond belief, and couldn't think of anything other than mutter that I was fine and everything was fine at home. Of course, this only made the teacher believe I was trying to cover up the "abuse" and told me repeatedly she was there to help when I was ready. I know I can't just let my daughter continue believing her mother is being abused, and I really don't want this kind teacher to be concerned over a complete misunderstanding. However I just don't know how to begin. Please help.

Dear "rough rider",

You really are in a pickle, and one that could have been avoided. Here at the UCTMW World HQ, we've been known to enjoy and administer some robust spankings and croppings - no doubt the impact of a palm or wooden shoe horn on warm flesh has reverberated through the hallways of our executive suite, and could have been heard in the chambers of our recently returned Co-Eds. And while they have both read "Fifty Shades" by now (what teenager hasn't?), we doubt that they would have been savvy to the concept of "rough" but consensual "discipline" as part of their parents' mating habits at age 12. Heck, at age 12 who wants to even think that their parents have consensual kissing other than on the cheek.

So over the years we've saved our more robust escapades - particularly the sounds of hard impact on tender flesh and the resulting moans of pain/pleasure - for times when the girls are out of the house, or when we can take our fun elsewhere. Sure, there is always the sound of music from our public radio station to drown out errant cries of delight. But then you risk hearing the cackle of "Click" or "Clack" if "Car Talk" comes on just when Slave is getting to the "short strokes". Now that's a mood killer of there ever was one.   

We understand that it's a little harder to arrange for a "kid's night out" when your daughter is only 12. So maybe take your fun outside. Arrange for a sitter, and head to a relatively deserted hiking trail.  Restrain your submissive partner to a tree trunk or branch, and have at him/her! Just remember to bring a soft blankie for the "after care" part.

And as for how to respond to  teacher's concerns? We favor putting our cards on the table rather than risk a "good samaritan" call to the local spouse abuse hotline. Maybe "Believe me, A little spanking is a very hot way to get the juices flowing." If she's hot, why not invite her over for a free sample!

It's a little harder to ease the concerns of your 12 year old though. Maybe "Don't worry dear. Sometimes Mommy and Daddy play a silly spanking game. It's all in good fun, and we always kiss and 'make up' in the end. Daddy would never hurt me or you."  

In the meantime, maybe pull a switch, invest in a strap-on. Some robust ass fucking is not nearly as noisy, particularly if you stick some used panties in hubby's mouth!

M & m.

In case you are interested here is Prudie's more sensible response:   

• – 

May 15, 2014 8:47 PM 

 

I've got to admire your daughter's self-possession and crisis management skills; that was a very difficult decision for her to make. She

have considered going to you, but then concluded that if you were being abused, you likely you would cover up for your husband. So instead of squirming every night about what was going on in your bedroom, she went to a smart place for help.  Now it's time for an honest, if succinct, conversation with your daughter. You should praise her for her concern for you and for making a tough choice. Tell her that your were surprised and embarrassed at the meeting -- which is not her fault! -- so you weren't as articulate as you wished you had been. Say that you understand what she heard worried her, and it's your responsibility for not being more discreet. But explain to her that everything that is going on is totally consensual, you love her stepfather, and you are not being hurt in any way.  Tell her that now that you've aired this, you hope she will feel free to come to you with anything that worries her. You then can call the teacher and say that because you were taken aback at the meeting you were not as articulate as would have liked, but suffice it to say everything that's going on in your home is between consenting adults and your daughter now understands that.  Then get some sound-proofing, or a sound machine for when you and your husband have noisy nocturnal pleasures.

Readers: Let is know if you've had to explain something like this at home and how you've handled it!

Nest Re-Infestation

Mistress and Slave have completed the 36 hour trip to and from the East Coast to collect our daughter from her cute little college campus. The 6 AM departure Friday, and a night in a tacky motel room with our daughter in the hills of West Virginia meant that the two of us had no opportunity for sexy times for 2 whole days!

On the drive home, Slave was increasingly horny. Somehow I could detect the intoxicating scent of Mistress in the passenger seat next to me. Could it be that she had been stoked by the steamy emails and text messages she had been getting on her drive from Steven, her new AM suitor?  Or was I just hallucinating? There's nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night with a hard on in a Super 8 motel, and not being able to do anything about it because your daughter is in an adjoining bed.

Once home mid-afternoon on Saturday,  after we had offloaded all the stuff that she had crammed into her tiny dorm room double,   our daughter pronounced that this really is not her home anymore. She sees herself as far more cosmopolitan than someone with a provincial River City address. After all, she has an "internship" in NYC this summer, then plans to spend a year "studying" in Paris starting in Mid-August. Now that she's "homeless" I'm wondering if we can charge her rent for all the Stuff she still keeps here?

But I digress.....

The unloading completed, it was time for Mistress and Slave to take a mid-afternoon "nap". Once the door was closed, it became quickly apparent that both of us needed a little release from the mounting sexual tension that had been forced to the back burner through the long drive and frustrating night in the Super 8 with our whiney Co-Ed.

"Why don't you insert your device, Slave."

Clearly Mistress was in the mood for a particularly hard cock.

Hopefully, she as not disappointed.

 I know I wasn't. 

HNT / Slave Plays Chaperone

The window on our empty nest time is quickly closing. Tomorrow we head off on the long slog to pick up cute Co-Ed #2 and all her detritus on the east coast. So it may be challenging for Mistress to exploit her new collection of AM contacts in the coming weeks.

Slave continues to monitor and do triage on her supplicants. The scariest part is sifting through all the photos that end up in her inbox. This is more an R rated blog than XXX , so I will spare you the full on penis shots that some guys seem to think will appeal to  a lady in search of  mischief. But here are a few that sum up the less graphic categories of AM preening.

There is the "look how chiseled I am" approach:

Does this guy shave all that surface area? How does he avoid cutting himself?

There is the Asian guy who wants to showcase his tattoos.

 

Apparently the Yakuza must be looking for fresh meat. Mistress does like Sushi.

There are the guys who have problem executing the bathroom mirror "selfie":

There are many varieties of the guy nonchalantly emerging from the surf, Burt Lancaster like, in various stages of dress, or not. Here is an example: 

A particularly unique approach was the guy sporting his wife's lingerie while flaunting his leg hair:

This guy clearly needs to get some sun.  (I am sparing you the companion shots showing his penis spurting onto those cute red panties.)

Finally, there is the guy who wants to show that he can not only take Mistress to new  heights of ecstasy, but is also ready to squire her to a black tie event:

Despite this odd assortment of rejects, Mistress did have an interesting "first date" last night with a gentleman caller who lives not too far away. Sadly, her experience is that meeting these guys "cold" can be excruciating. So she demanded that I join her as a sort of chaparone. This guy seemed via his emails to buy into (and get a thrill from) the whole cuckold concept, even forwarding to her some Tumblr photos and links that stoked that particular fantasy. So it did not seem too odd that the potential "cuck" come along for the first "meet and greet".

Setting out, Mistress was feeling a tad under the weather. Her voice was a little croaky, and it seemed a cold was settling in. "If he's a loser, Slave, you may need to keep the conversation going."

"I will do my best, Mistress."

Of course, just because this gentleman had sent photos did not mean they would be representative or accurate. Been there, seen that. So when we arrived at the quaint little bar / restaurant not far from our house, and Mistress spotted a rather large guy in white pants who looked like he had spent the day riding a gold cart and consuming a 12 pack of Bud, she almost turned around and headed back to the car. 

"Do you think that's him, Slave.....", she whispered with dread.

Fortunately, it wasn't. Steven was upstairs, sitting at the bar, all decked out in a nicely tailored suit. Tall, slim, handsome and clearly making a nice impression on Mistress once we settled into a table and ordered some beverages. 

Once Mistress's tequila arrived, and the two of them were trading stories about where they liked to bike and their AM disasters, Slave was feeling  like the third wheel that I was. I tried to speak when spoken to, like a good Slave should. Suzanne would have been proud of me (even if I was not wearing my cage.)

After dinner, Slave discretely slipped away to the Men's room, leaving them alone for a while. When I returned Mistress shared that they had scheduled  a bike riding date for Tuesday next. Mistress no doubt will need a break from our daughters by then. And it seemed like a good way to ease into things.

When we got home, Mistress indulged her Slave with a worship opportunity before bedtime, and as I buried my face between her thighs, she shared a little secret.

"You know Slave, he was gently rubbing my leg under the table while we were sitting there having dinner and talking."

"Hmmm.... I missed that, Mistress. Was that a turn on?  "

"Oh yes......"

 

 

 

 

Mother's Day Switch

It was fortuitous that Mother's Day (as always) fell on the UCTMW official switch day. It gave me the opportunity to "treat" Mistress to some pre-bike ride bondage. Her wrists cuffed behind her back, and ankles cuffed together too.

A few spanks to sensitize her tender parts. And then whipping out her favorite power tool.

Slave was clever. With her ankles cuffed tightly together, Mistress had some issues with spreading her legs to make sure the big bulb of her hitachi was positioned properly.

"That's frustrating, Slave.... it's so close but...."

"Aww, poor Mistress."

Nothing like a little Mother's Day tease and denial.

Not to worry. After a while I coaxed Mistress up onto her knees, giving her a better chance to enjoy the special thrills only her power tool can deliver.

She seemed very satisfied once the dust settled.

Relief at Last

On Friday night, Slave had one of those interminable firm dinners up in our boring state capitol. Happy Hour Reception.  Dinner. Small talk with folks I see most work days anyway. Then a lame "comedian" to conclude the night. It must have been around 10 pm before I was able to wander back to my hotel room. And as the evening progressed I noted that Mistress had not texted me, not even once. It led me to conclude that there was "mischief" going on down in River City, and Slave was in the dark about exactly the sort of mischief I was missing. 

I knew she was meeting some lady friends for a drink down in our hipster neighborhood. Were they just chatting? Or had Mistress been chatted up my some stranger at a bar, one thing leading to another? With her full contractual privilege to play at her own whim, Slave's curiosity was peaked. And after a whole 36 hours without any "action", Slave's cock couldn't hep but twitch a bit on the walk back to the hotel at the thought(s) of what Mistress was doing on her night out on the town.

The mystery was solved around 10:30 pm when my phone rang back in my hotel room.

"Hi Slave..... did you miss me?"

"Of course, Mistress....."

"After drinks with the girls, I decided to stop off at J's for a little 'night cap'."

It turned out to be a reverse "booty call", with Mistress dropping by to check in on her sometimes lover after his son had gone off to bed.

"It was just a quicky, slave."

So it turned out Mistress got a little action to take the sexual edge off, while Slave was all hot, bothered, but nonetheless obediently following my "no touch" protocol.

Ouch. Mistress provided some selective details of  her multiple cum encounter, which got  Slave all hard and horny. How Pavlovian. But it would still be another 14 hours or so before I was reunited with Mistress in her Executive Suite.  I did my best to focus on the NBA playoff game before drifting off to a fitful sleep.

Saturday morning I stayed at our retreat only so long as seemed required to show my face, then slipped out the door around 10 am or so for the 2 hour drive home. Mistress was out running some errands, and I unpacked. But it was not long before we were in bed together. Mistress had her suitable for spring time yellow thong on to taunt me -- it made me wonder what she had worn for J. Soon I was down between those lovely thighs, tasting the sweet and fragrant juices (and maybe a little left over remnants of the night before?) that fuel my addiction.  I will leave the rest to your twisted imaginations.

Is there anything better than reunion sex?

This morning, I am looking forward to a 2nd round, and will need to consider some special kinky treat for Mother's Day.  Hope all of you Mothers out there will have as many opportunities to orgasm as I plan to give the mother of our cute Co-Eds!

Dispatch From the Flatlands

With the days winding down before the end of the school year and the re-infestation of our empty nest, it was a particularly bad time for my firm to call one of those bi-annual "retreats". Whatever your business, I suspect many of you have  been exposed to one of these dreary navel gazing sessions where multiple offices and generations come together to lip synch platitudes about improving customer services, better training for your staff, blah, blah, blah.

Even worse, since all of the activities clearly exclude spouses or significant others, I am ensconced in a pretty nice hotel room on our state's oh so flat state capitol, and Mistress is on her own in River City. Sadly, my screening efforts on AM have yet to provide her with a worthy consort to warm her bed, and worship her clean shaven folds in my absence.

I suspect I deserve to be punished.

While I was not required to wear my cage, I've followed her orders:

"No touching, Slave."

On the 2 hour drive up here yesterday afternoon, I did check in with Donna, our Senior Correspondent. I can report that she is proud that her son is graduating from Medical School in the coming weeks, and that she has plans to attend the ceremony in the Big Apple. So beware all of you NYC kinksters : there will be a randy lady rolling through town shortly. Be prepared.

She also let me know that she had a solicitation from a  South Carolinian "gentleman" via FetLife.
"He wants to spank me, Mick". Not only that but Bill recently gave her a "spanking skirt". I'm not sure what that it, but it's bound to be put to good use should Donna take up this generous offer. We're counting on more details Donna.

Last night I did join several of my colleagues at a local restaurant that Mistress and I have enjoyed over the years. In fact, sitting there enduring some tedious conversation over my roasted beets and Branzino I had a flash back to a more compelling evening there more than 20 years ago:

It was when Mistress and her Slave were still flying below the radar screen... we had to be discrete since we were married to other people at the time. But this was an out of town "business trip" for both of us, so we planned a romantic dinner at this same restaurant. Anyone who saw us might have asssumed we were just  two work colleagues, enjoying dinner on the town. Or maybe a lobbyist cajoling a public official over some pasta and wine.  

But under Mistress's sexy mid-thigh length dress, she was wearing one of those butterfly style vibrators, like this:

It was not the high tech kind now available, with wireless remotes.  So I had to sit next to her at a banquet style table. surreptitiously sliding the remote at the end of a wire into my pocket. Dirty older man that I was, I enjoyed tormenting my hot young lover with little or longer blasts of vibration, making her squirm at my whim. If I recall correctly, Mistress came at least once during that meal, but I can't remember whether it was during desert or the entree course.

I suppose that was a time when this Slave was playing the dominant partner.

How times have changed, Mistress.

Very much looking forward to getting home tomorrow.

Ashley Madison Follies

As a somewhat experienced user of Ashley Madison, Mistress is well attuned to the fact that the odds of finding the "right fit" are pretty minuscule. But the fun part is getting an under the rock look at the freak show that passes for this gauzy on-line meat market of horny guys and "gals" (yes some men use that term on their profile to refer to the women of their wet dreams).

As Mistress's corresponding secretary, it's my job to cull the riff from the raff, and see if any potential "sidedish" can come close to meeting Mistress's exacting standards. The process is (very little) hit, and (a whole lot of) miss.  Nevertheless, Mistress does have a lunch set up for next week with one prospect, more likely, in our opinion, to turn more into a potential business connection than a roll in the hay. And we will both have dinner next Wednesday with another prospect who seems to get the cuckold dynamic that Mistress and her loyal Slave enjoy.

But the rejects are really more interesting. Here are some examples:

Cheater Town. There is a ex-urban town near here --  lets call it "West Lionel" for these purposes -- that seems to have a disproportionate  number of guys on the make. It's one of those "new" communities that sprouted along side an interstate over the last 20 years, with every conceivable fast food restaurant franchise and big box retailer you can imagine. Lots of sprauling subdivisions and abutting strip centers, and vestigal hospitals that branched out from the mother ships where the suburbanites are afraid to go because they have to drive through "the ghetto" to get there. Would it surprise you to know that their Congressman is the Speaker of the House?

In any event it seems to be chock full of "attached males" ranging from 28 to 55, and all of them seem to be clamoring for Mistress's attention. Setting aside the guys from the DC area and South America who were clogging her inbox last week, I would bet 1 in every 4 supplicants is from "West Lionel". Is there something in the water out there that sends guys into the purgatory of "loveless marriages",  or gives them some need to exploit their "very oral" propensities outside their own bedrooms?  Has AM launched some type of door to door marketing campaign out there to get these lonely and horny married guys to sign up in droves?  And if Slave opened his own AM page as a test, would I find a bunch of equally unfulfilled married ladies from West Lionel looking to unlock their inner sluts between the time they drop little Johnny off at the middle school and stick the casserole in the oven for dinner? 

Lovable Losers. Despite the warning in Mistress's profile that she does not respond to "winks" or lame emails like "how's your day, sweetie?", it's amazing how many guys try that approach anyway. Maybe it's because they are not confident in their spell check skills, one of the things Mistress has pointed out is a way she sorts contenders from pretenders. So those winks just get deleted, but sometimes Slave can't resist clicking on the profiles to see the "man" behind the cheap cum on. Here is a good one:

Preferences and encounters I am open to:

I love to eat pussy an fukn married women is such a turn on

What really turns me on:

a nymoho wife or two sisters mom daughter anything kinky an cheating lol

What I am looking for:

being naughty toys (dp) um love a wet bj. i love eating pussy an making women cummmm

For a moment I thought this might actually be the WC, based on the absence of punctuation. But then I realized that even he can spell "nympho".  And the profile shot of this skinny dude from Kentucky convinced me that it was not Miguel.  But I am still wondering if he's had much luck finding a mom /daughter combo to him a "wt bj". Maybe he needs to focus his hunt on West Lionel, where the women may have a lot of spare lunch hours available for that sort of fun.

Recognizable "Civic Leaders".  Then there is the guy who you actually know. In response to a request to see Mistress's "private showcase" (no face included), I usually scan the guy's profile to see if he meets the minimal standards Mistress has laid out - age, height and weight appropriate, reasonably articulate, yadda yadda. Here's one that met that initial screening:

Preferences and encounters I am open to:

Conventional Sex, Sensual Massage, Kissing, One-Night Stands, Extended Foreplay/Teasing, Gentleness, Cuddling & Hugging, Nothing Kinky, Likes to Go Slow

I believe no one person should have to be everything for another. It’s natural for someone to feel a powerful sense of attachment to a long term partner, while experiencing romantic love for somebody else and at the same time, feeling sexually attracted to a diverse range of people.
I would like to try exploring different dynamics with you — sexual, emotional, psychological and spiritual.

What really turns me on:

Confidence, Discretion/Secrecy, Petite Figure, Disease Free, Good Personal Hygiene, A Professional/Well Groomed, Sense of Humor, Muscular/Fit Body, Girl Next Door, Not Possessive, Stylish/Classy

interest in world affairs, arts & culture.

Some of these items are just "box checking". But there is a little bit of original prose in there that seemed acceptable enough to give him a better glimpse at Mistress and see what he might have to offer if given a chance.

So this morning when I clicked on the photo he sent back, I just about did a spit take with my morning latte. "FarmBoy500", is actually a guy we know who runs a large local civic institution. He's this unctuous weasel Mistress and Slave refer to as the "Undertaker" because he has that overly smooth and condescending manner that one associates with the guy looming at the back of a funeral home, mentally counting the dollars as the family and friends grieve. Even worse, we were both pissed off at the guy from a remark he made to us years ago at big civic Christmas Party, suggesting that Slave must have been having some side dishes of his own while Mistress was working out of town. Nasty. 

As I recall, he was a Minister in a prior life. Maybe his use of the word "spiritual" in his profile  was a tip-off I should have picked up on? It brings to mind some Bad movie from the 50's where the local minister is cleverly transitioning members of the ladies auxiliary into a tryst in the rectory after evening prayers.  

Fortunately, the photos he's seen of Mistress give him no idea of her identity. But now we know something about the "undertaker" we never wanted to know. What do we do now.

Mistress's Corresponding Secretary

We got back to River City late Saturday evening, and have been a little too busy since then: work demands, cranky mother maintenance, and getting ready for a move of the UCTMW World HQ at the end of the month. Add in getting our cute Co-Eds home from college over the next two weeks . . . it's a scary and somewhat stressful scenario.

Fortunately, we've been able to squeeze in plenty opportunities for slave to pleasure Mistress, with more than adequate reciprocation on her part. Particularly memorable was Sunday morning here in her executive suite. Slave deployed her favorite power tool until she responded with one of those quick, dirty and enthusiastic cums. And then there was some robust cock riding that seemed to curl Mistress's toes. She generously allowed me to take my own pleasure once she was fully sated, at least for the time being.

One assignment I've had over the last week or so was to repost Mistress's Ashley Madison profile. It's spring time, and Mistress is interested in expanding her portfolio of lovers. AM has been hit or miss for her in the past, but has certainly generated some blog fodder. Who could forget Cougar Week? But this time Mistress is going to be much more selective and patient with potential "sidedishes". And she has made it clear what my role is going to be.

" Slave, what I hate is looking at all those messages, winks, photo requests.... it's such a hassle sorting the contenders from the pretenders....you're going to be in charge this time."

What does that job include? 

Tuning up Mistress's profile.

Making sure some hot but not too slutty photos are lining her "private showcase", and turning it on for viewing by potential suitors. 

The more challenging part comes with reviewing and prioritizing the crazy assortment of solicitations that pop up in her "mailbox". Despite her clear requirements about height, availability and location, it seems AM must have broadcast her lead photo (sexy shot of her in lingerie and hose, without face of course) far and wide. How else do you explain all those solicitations for access to her "private showcase"  from Brasil, Australia and Canada. 

Sorry dudes.

Then there are the guys who want to show you their junk without any invitation to do so.  Slave is the one who gets to shield Mistress and hit the delete button.

When we traveled briefly to DC last week, AM (without asking) must have picked up the relocation of my lap top and sent the word to all those hounds in DC, Maryland and Virgina.  The word was out: "fresh meat in town". Slave must have deleted more than a hundred emails, winks and photos requests for Mistress's attention over 3 days. There was even a guy who claimed to work at the Italian Embassy,  wanting to take her out on a sailboat for wine tasting.  I showed that profile to Mistress, but she was unimpressed.

"He's a little too round Slave.... " He seemed more like a cook than diplomat. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

There have been a couple of "gentlemen" who passed the initial screening. Mistress authorized me to commence a more robust communication. I feel a little bit of a tease, using Mistress's "voice" to see if they are worth reeling in, or even meeting for coffee or a lunch.

One seems to get the whole cuckold thing, and has even forwarded Mistress some juicy photos taken from a Tumbr "hot wife" blog. (let's hope he doesn't stumble on UCTMW). I think Mistress gets off on making her Slave help her with her screening / cyber seduction of potential lovers.

"When we meet that one, you're coming too Slave....."

That could be an interesting lunch.

All Mine Boot Camp?

Mistress and her devoted Slave have been in our nation's capitol these last two nights. A meeting for Mick, and Mistress tagging along and doing some sight seeing and work in our room. It was good to get away from River City and decamp to a cozy hotel room with a very comfy double wide bed. Slave even went running on the morning to let Mistress sleep in before returning to some robust wake-up sex.

But being on the road did not take us away from our network of sex bloggers. Maybe some of you have noticed that Suzanne seems to have taken a particularly low profile these last couple of weeks. I now have it on good authority that she has taken Tammy and Jay off to a "boot camp" of sorts. Maybe all their travel was starting to annoy her? Who knows. But at least according to this picture someone slipped under my cyber transom, they are all going "back to basics".  I'd be curious to know how she twisted their arms into checking out of their regular lives for a few days for a refresher course on basic devotional skills. Maybe it was one of those  CIA style rendition where a black van full of goons pulls up and slips black bags over their heads? They wake up in some over upholstered dungeon with shock collars locked around their balls? It's a thought.

Hopefully after this retraining regime is completed Suzanne's team will be fully back in action for her entertainment and amusement. And ours.