The long days of summer are here in our little corner of the world, and Mistress and Slave made sure they enjoyed all of it.
Slave tends to wake at dawn, which comes early here. Mistress lolls in bed a little longer, but regardless, our wake-up sex came early in Mountain time zone hours -- I even forgot to exercise my switch day privileges, which I will chalk up to long car drive lag.
That gave us plenty of time out in the sun. Slave performed a variety of "field Slave" duties to get our "spread" back into shape after a spring of neglect and an unusual amount of rain induced growth. Fortunately, the Sangres have gotten a break from the ongoing draught these last few months.
Mistress exercised her prerogative to sun bathe "au natural" out on our deck, giving me plenty of time to admire her lovely breasts and clean shaven folds, while also applying sun screen to her tight tush.
By about 3 pm, Mistress had finally had enough of the sun's recharging rays and we adjourned to our bedroom for some late afternoon sexual release. Slave rallied, and deployed Mistress's favorite power tool for a couple of starter cums. Mistress, after a day of lounging had ample energy for some robust cock riding. When the dust settled, there was still plenty of time for a nap before heading out for dinner, and then enjoying the sunset out on our patio.
Yes, we like these long summer days.
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Monday, June 30, 2014
Sex and Sun
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Sunday, June 29, 2014
Tequilla Sunset
Mistress and Slave finally made it to our SW hideaway around 4 pm last evening, after a 2nd long day on the road. But at least the 2nd day, which follows the old Santa Fe trail through Western Kansas and Eastern Colorado, features some pastoral prairie and the front range of the Rockies, putting us in a much better mood.
We arrived on time to re-arrange the furniture, run the weed eater on a patio that had been overrun, and then hunker down on our front porch for one more amazing sunset. Mistress was topless almost immediately upon our arrival, wearing nothing but her pretty blue thong to taunt her Slave as he engaged in some manly, field slave duties. Duties behind us, I poured Mistress a Tequila and popped open a beer for myself to enjoy the upcoming sunset.
But since we enjoyed dinner (and the sunset) on the front porch, she felt compelled to slide into a tee-shirt so as not to cause and accident in case one of the locals driving by looked her way.
But as for pants?..... well, let's not go overboard.
We arrived on time to re-arrange the furniture, run the weed eater on a patio that had been overrun, and then hunker down on our front porch for one more amazing sunset. Mistress was topless almost immediately upon our arrival, wearing nothing but her pretty blue thong to taunt her Slave as he engaged in some manly, field slave duties. Duties behind us, I poured Mistress a Tequila and popped open a beer for myself to enjoy the upcoming sunset.
But since we enjoyed dinner (and the sunset) on the front porch, she felt compelled to slide into a tee-shirt so as not to cause and accident in case one of the locals driving by looked her way.
But as for pants?..... well, let's not go overboard.
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Saturday, June 28, 2014
Our Western Correspondent Rises to the Occasion
Mistress and Slave are cruising across rural Kansas. We just stopped at a favorite little greasy spoon called "Moosette's" where the same grizzled bachelor farmers who were there last summer complaining about the draught were there this morning complaining about all the rain. At least they had Mistress in her short and sexy tie-dye dress to distract them from whining about their flooded fields for a while.
But the big news today is that our under-productive Western Correspondent has responded well to the ministrations of his SOC milking device and has forwarded this (un)timely dispatch:
But the big news today is that our under-productive Western Correspondent has responded well to the ministrations of his SOC milking device and has forwarded this (un)timely dispatch:
Well. Mick has bought me a masturbation machine from China
China???
Et Tu Mick
Should I gloss you the Walmart blogger?
Nevertheless I am grateful
I am thinking of franchising them to health clubs
Think those machines from the 60's that the ladies put the strap
around their butts
And got jiggled........ errrrr Vibrated.....
How did those ladies get away with masturbating right in
public????
And on TV......???
Course my dear friend Molly might be first use the.....
Lets have an orgasm while I exercise logic
Works for Me!!!!
You are a revolutionary Molly!!!
Think how healthy the country would be!
Now for news from the legal Pot state
Prices are cumming down
Supplies are going up
Course I mean edibles
My favorite candy bar
The Full Melt strawberry bar has cum down from $20 to $15
All bars now have 100mg thc
Now the famous NY Times columnist Maureen Dowd came to Denver and
got TOO high
She apparently didn't ask any of us hicks how much to take.....
Dumb ass.....
Good quality edibles are fantastic
But....
I know you are wondering
What about sex on edibles????
You get a whole body rush.....
Which includes the genitals!!!
Need I say more....?????
It truly is a whole body high
Orgasms are defiantly enhanced
Which
Near as I can say is all good with little side effects
Except ...
You might find marginal movies very interesting late at night
.............
Oh well
All I can say is cum to the Mile High City and check it out
A friend of mine told me the all the hotels in Aspen will have the
bellmen get you pot products and bring then to your room
Better than a pizza delivery man Mick!!!
Cuckolding and Pot????
Rock on Mick and Molly
Your hard working reporter
WC
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Friday, June 27, 2014
SW Hideaway or Bust
Mistress and Slave are buzzing through the "Show Me" state now, headed west for two weeks of R & R at our SW hideaway. We have our mobile wi-fi humming and the back of the wagon stuffed with items that will help us un-stuff the UCTMW HQ and over stuff our hideaway.
You will be happy to learn that Mistress's sometimes lover Jay threw her a brief but "muy caliente" bon voyage party at his house yesterday am, before she had a lunch meeting with some German businessmen that coincided with the World Cup game.
As for the encounter with Jay, which came not long after our traditional "wake-up" sex, Mistress reported that it was "a quickie".
"But we must have felt a need to cram into our 45 minutes all of the things we usually do in 90 Slave....sucking, fucking from above, behind, and wherever...."
"Sounds like you used your time efficiently, Mistress...."
"We did, Slave ... and he said that my butt seemed even firmer than the last time....maybe it's the swimming I've been doing?"
"Could be Mistress.... but you've always had a firm butt...."
Before we headed to bed, Mistress had a flirtatious conversation with Jay, where they rehashed some of the mornings activities. Sort of post-game analysis, but a little hotter than on ESPN. When she slid into bed next to me, I was most anxious to worship her well exercised clean shaven folds.
"It's been a while Slave.... I doubt you can tell I was with Jay this morning...."
I came up for air briefly....
"Hmmm.... you still seem a little damp down here Mistress..... were you toying with your folds when chatting with Jay....?"
Mistress issued her standard denial.
You will be happy to learn that Mistress's sometimes lover Jay threw her a brief but "muy caliente" bon voyage party at his house yesterday am, before she had a lunch meeting with some German businessmen that coincided with the World Cup game.
As for the encounter with Jay, which came not long after our traditional "wake-up" sex, Mistress reported that it was "a quickie".
"But we must have felt a need to cram into our 45 minutes all of the things we usually do in 90 Slave....sucking, fucking from above, behind, and wherever...."
"Sounds like you used your time efficiently, Mistress...."
"We did, Slave ... and he said that my butt seemed even firmer than the last time....maybe it's the swimming I've been doing?"
"Could be Mistress.... but you've always had a firm butt...."
Before we headed to bed, Mistress had a flirtatious conversation with Jay, where they rehashed some of the mornings activities. Sort of post-game analysis, but a little hotter than on ESPN. When she slid into bed next to me, I was most anxious to worship her well exercised clean shaven folds.
"It's been a while Slave.... I doubt you can tell I was with Jay this morning...."
I came up for air briefly....
"Hmmm.... you still seem a little damp down here Mistress..... were you toying with your folds when chatting with Jay....?"
Mistress issued her standard denial.
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Thursday, June 26, 2014
Our Western Correspondent Gets an "Accomodation"
Our under-productive Western Correspondent has not been heard from much of late. Meaning that he is more under-productive than even his low standards have led us to expect. Could it be that the legalization of marijuana in his hometown has had a dramatic impact on his ability to put a sentence together, with or without punctuation? Could be.
But our Senior Correspondent Donna and her husband Bill, Director of Security have another theory:
The WC may be suffering from a disability induced by a certain persistent and repetitive motion using his right hand. A severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome may well have made it impossible for the poor lad to operate a key board without severe pain, thereby explaining the absence of a dispatch from our Mountain time zone branch office for some time.
But have no fear, Miguel. Help is on the way. Donna and Bill have found some break through technology that will give your right hand a new lease on life, and also reduce those outrageous expense account charges for drums of high end lubricant that have helped reduce the UCTMW tax bill to "nil" (as the World Cup announcers like to put it). Here is a description of the new device we've shipped your way:
But our Senior Correspondent Donna and her husband Bill, Director of Security have another theory:
The WC may be suffering from a disability induced by a certain persistent and repetitive motion using his right hand. A severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome may well have made it impossible for the poor lad to operate a key board without severe pain, thereby explaining the absence of a dispatch from our Mountain time zone branch office for some time.
But have no fear, Miguel. Help is on the way. Donna and Bill have found some break through technology that will give your right hand a new lease on life, and also reduce those outrageous expense account charges for drums of high end lubricant that have helped reduce the UCTMW tax bill to "nil" (as the World Cup announcers like to put it). Here is a description of the new device we've shipped your way:
A
Chinese hospital in Nanjing, capital of Jiangsu Province, has introduced a new
machine that makes sperm donation even easier- an automatic sperm extractor.
I’m all for hands-free technology, but have scientists gone a little too far with this invention?
The
effortless machine features a massage pipe that can be adjusted to suit the
height of the user. All the gentleman has to do is plug in the frequency,
amplitude and temperature and off they go. It’s also fitted with a small screen
for those feeling uninspired.
According
to the director of the urology department of the hospital, the machine is
designed to help individuals that are finding it difficult to retrieve sperm
the old fashioned way. We're not entirely convinced that standing in a room
shared by many other people and being milked like a cow is going to help, but
their efforts are commendable. Here’s to technology.
This link (sperm extractor) includes a video showing how the device "in action".
We're hoping that with a few weeks rest with the help of this new device, your carpal tunnel symptoms will recede and you'll be back to your typically barely productive self! And if this does not work, maybe Suzanne can come back from her extended leave of absence and have you fitted for a cock cage.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Medical "Consult"?
After a long and trying day, both Mistress and Slave were longing for a bike ride to shake out the cobwebs. But just as rush hour approached here in River City, the thunderstorms moved in. We loitered about the house for a while in our riding attire, hoping for a break in the downpour, and when it eased a bit we took that as a sign to climb on our bikes and hit the road.
As it turned out our timing could not have been much worse -- halfway through the ride the downpour accelerated. By the time we were home, after dodging thunderbolts, we were soaked and chilled.
Slave poured Mistress a Tequila. I grabbed some medicinal Jameson, and we slid into the double sized tub here in the new/old UCTMW world HQ to warm up. After a good soak, Slave did his best to add to Mistress pleasure by use of my lips and tongue.
At about this time, Mistress mentioned she had been to her internist today for a check-up in advance of a minor surgical procedure she has scheduled for later in July. "I've seen him the last few times, Slave. He's very handsome."
"Does he flirt, Mistress?"
"Hmmm.... a little, Slave. And then there's the surgeon..... he's pretty handsome too."
"Maybe you should invite them both to a joint consult, Mistress..... it can't hurt to get your medical team together to compare notes."
As it turned out our timing could not have been much worse -- halfway through the ride the downpour accelerated. By the time we were home, after dodging thunderbolts, we were soaked and chilled.
Slave poured Mistress a Tequila. I grabbed some medicinal Jameson, and we slid into the double sized tub here in the new/old UCTMW world HQ to warm up. After a good soak, Slave did his best to add to Mistress pleasure by use of my lips and tongue.
At about this time, Mistress mentioned she had been to her internist today for a check-up in advance of a minor surgical procedure she has scheduled for later in July. "I've seen him the last few times, Slave. He's very handsome."
"Does he flirt, Mistress?"
"Hmmm.... a little, Slave. And then there's the surgeon..... he's pretty handsome too."
"Maybe you should invite them both to a joint consult, Mistress..... it can't hurt to get your medical team together to compare notes."
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Looking for a Summer Getaway?
A few weeks back our (formerly) sex blog colleague "Fury" was looking for some suggestions for a summer getaway. Ireland and Italy were on her list. But with a suggestion from Donna, our Senior Correspondent, now we know that tiny Iceland should be added to that "I" name list too. Fury be treated to cooler temperatures, very long summer days and bountiful sweater shopping. But as a special treat, she could also enjoy the chance to ponder all the options available to an open minded female at the Icelandic Phallological Museum in beautiful cosmopolitan Reykjavik.
Here is a link to their sight, for a virtual "warm up" tour.http://www.phallus.is/en/.
According to their website:
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Here is a link to their sight, for a virtual "warm up" tour.http://www.phallus.is/en/.
According to their website:
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The Icelandic Phallological
Museum is probably the only museum in the world to contain
a collection of phallic specimens belonging to all the various types of mammal
found in a single country. Phallology is
an ancient science which, until recent years, has received very little
attention in Iceland, except as a borderline field of study in other academic
disciplines such as history, art, psychology, literature and other artistic
fields like music and ballet. Now, thanks to The Icelandic Phallological Museum, it is finally
possible for individuals to undertake serious study into the field of
phallology in an organized, scientific fashion.
Don't you love the logo:
Don't you love the logo:
And there are some lovely photos available which provoke the imaginations, and might even get some of you lady readers juices flowing over your morning coffees.
I suspect 'Nilla's creative juices would start flowing, making her branch out from tentacles, if she got up close and personal to one of these whale penises:
Naturally, there is a Museum store, where you can pick up all things phallic: T-Shirts, keyrings, coffee mugs, yada, yada. Maybe we can persuade our local public radio station to use these as fundraising premiums for the next interminable pledge drive. I liked this little "conversation piece" for your coffee table:
What got Donna interested in this subject (well the museum. I think she's been interested in cocks since she was 11) was this blurb in the Huffington Post:
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If tiny Iceland has a worldly cultural showcase, it is the Icelandic
Phallological Museum, founded in Reykjavik in 1997 and housing 300 penises and
penile parts from 93 different animals. So far, however, it lacks an
exhibition-worthy human penis. That omission is about to be remedied, as Mr.
Jonah Falcon, a New York City D-list celebrity with an organ that measures 13
1/2 inches, has accepted an invitation to donate (presumably not in the flesh
until he dies). Falcon notably refuses to appear in pornography, but said he
regards this mission, for what Huffington Post called the Louvre of penises, as
a higher calling.
When I read about some New Yorker contributing his 13" penis to the Museum it got me thinking. WC, are you going to let some duffus from the Big Apple try to put his cock on display without some competition from the Special Occasion Cock?
I hope this development provokes you to write up an organ donation form right away. Yes, I'm sure your tempted to donate it to someone who could use the added self esteem that would come with that sort of enhancement - say LA Governor Bobby Jindal? But think of your place in history man? And all those ladies getting pokies under their Icelandic Sweaters for generations to come as they examine what your legacy and ponder what could have been.
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Monday, June 23, 2014
Mistress Works on Her Tan
Fortunately, the trip my daughter and son-in-law took to the ER turned out to be no big deal. I whipped up some blueberry pancakes for my cute grandsons, they watched some cartoons on netflix, and were collected in time for a little wake-up sex that left Mistress and Slave plenty of time for a bike ride and a trip to our swim club on Sunday.
And while we didn't have the time for the "Switch Day" activities Slave had planned, Mistress did seem to enjoy the cock riding that ensued after Slave worked his magic with my lips and tongue.
At our pool the sun was blazing, and Mistress enjoyed a chance to build on that early summer tan before we head to our SW hideaway on Friday. And it seemed there were more than a few guys who were happy to chat her up, while getting a close up look of those long, lovely and muscular gams.
It made me wonder whether "Fury" ever got her pool open. Don't they have swim clubs in the Great White North, or are they prohibited because they attract Polar Bears?
And while we didn't have the time for the "Switch Day" activities Slave had planned, Mistress did seem to enjoy the cock riding that ensued after Slave worked his magic with my lips and tongue.
At our pool the sun was blazing, and Mistress enjoyed a chance to build on that early summer tan before we head to our SW hideaway on Friday. And it seemed there were more than a few guys who were happy to chat her up, while getting a close up look of those long, lovely and muscular gams.
It made me wonder whether "Fury" ever got her pool open. Don't they have swim clubs in the Great White North, or are they prohibited because they attract Polar Bears?
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Sunday, June 22, 2014
Nest Crashers
Here at the UCTMW World HQ Mistress and Slave thought the stars were aligned for a laid back and sexy Sunday morning.
Our daughter had a "house guest" on Friday night. A young male from upstate who attends her University. New boyfriend? She will neither confirm, nor deny.
(Are all Co-Eds like that these days?)
In any event he slept downstairs on friday evening. She was in her bed upstairs when I woke up with the dawn. Was there a conjugal visit in the morning? Or after we went to bed? Who knows.
On Saturday night they were staying at a hotel adjoining a local theme park. Should we presume that sleeping arrangements were not in separate beds?
I guess it's none of our business.
So when Slave got home around 6:30 pm Saturday from visiting my mother in the hospital, the prospects were for an empty nest at least until Sunday afternoon. Before dinner there was some "rest" time, and then Slave rose to the occasion and had his way with Mistress (with permission of course!)
It was fortunate that Slave acted on impulse last night, because at around 2 am I got a call from my son in law. A trip to the emergency room was in his cards, and he wanted to drop off my two cute grandsons for an unscheduled sleep over.
They were quite co-operative when they arrived, and giggled as I off loaded about 2 dozen pillows and stuffed animals from C0-Ed #2's bed. They concurred when I asked "what is it with girls and pillows?" Then they slid under the sheets and quickly nodded off. They are snoozing away as I type.
I'm now wondering when 5 and 7 year old's wake up. Not sure they want to be exposed to the scene of their step-granny tied to the bed, with an hitachi churning between her thighs.
Maybe later?
Our daughter had a "house guest" on Friday night. A young male from upstate who attends her University. New boyfriend? She will neither confirm, nor deny.
(Are all Co-Eds like that these days?)
In any event he slept downstairs on friday evening. She was in her bed upstairs when I woke up with the dawn. Was there a conjugal visit in the morning? Or after we went to bed? Who knows.
On Saturday night they were staying at a hotel adjoining a local theme park. Should we presume that sleeping arrangements were not in separate beds?
I guess it's none of our business.
So when Slave got home around 6:30 pm Saturday from visiting my mother in the hospital, the prospects were for an empty nest at least until Sunday afternoon. Before dinner there was some "rest" time, and then Slave rose to the occasion and had his way with Mistress (with permission of course!)
It was fortunate that Slave acted on impulse last night, because at around 2 am I got a call from my son in law. A trip to the emergency room was in his cards, and he wanted to drop off my two cute grandsons for an unscheduled sleep over.
They were quite co-operative when they arrived, and giggled as I off loaded about 2 dozen pillows and stuffed animals from C0-Ed #2's bed. They concurred when I asked "what is it with girls and pillows?" Then they slid under the sheets and quickly nodded off. They are snoozing away as I type.
I'm now wondering when 5 and 7 year old's wake up. Not sure they want to be exposed to the scene of their step-granny tied to the bed, with an hitachi churning between her thighs.
Maybe later?
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Friday, June 20, 2014
"Fury" Goes Rogue?
I saw this posted anonymously on Tumblr today. (I must say I've been having fun with our UCTMW Tumblr Page lately - check it out).
I'm wondering if our friend "Fury" has decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.
I'm wondering if our friend "Fury" has decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.
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Thursday, June 19, 2014
Hiding in Plain Sight
Last night, as we were making dinner, Mistress noticed something on the wall of our new/old UCTMW World HQ that caught her attention for the first time.
"Hmmmm.....What's this ...."
She couldn't call me by my proper "Slave" title, because our daughter was hovering nearby, helping with the dinner prep.
"Oh....That's been there for a while, part of the original decorations....Hadn't you noticed it before?"
See that long slender object, just to the left of the mirror . Our new/old digs used to be an old Coach House, renovated for residential use. But the folks who owned it before us displayed some equestrian related objects. You can see some of the items, incuding a more conventional riding crop tucked away to the left.
But what caught Mistress's eye was a rather nasty looking leather whip of some sort (does someone know the proper name?) with leather ridges along its business end, and two separate and very stiff "tails". It looks mighty nasty, doesn't it.
("Fury", see what you're missing by not coming down here and helping us sort through all our detritus).
"Should we try it on you sometime, sweetheart?"
Mistress just winced, not wanting to go into this sort of discussion with our daughter close at hand. But it did give me some ideas for the next switch day.
Unless Mistress calls "first dibs."
But then, I've been such a good slave lately, haven't I?
"Hmmmm.....What's this ...."
She couldn't call me by my proper "Slave" title, because our daughter was hovering nearby, helping with the dinner prep.
"Oh....That's been there for a while, part of the original decorations....Hadn't you noticed it before?"
See that long slender object, just to the left of the mirror . Our new/old digs used to be an old Coach House, renovated for residential use. But the folks who owned it before us displayed some equestrian related objects. You can see some of the items, incuding a more conventional riding crop tucked away to the left.
But what caught Mistress's eye was a rather nasty looking leather whip of some sort (does someone know the proper name?) with leather ridges along its business end, and two separate and very stiff "tails". It looks mighty nasty, doesn't it.
("Fury", see what you're missing by not coming down here and helping us sort through all our detritus).
"Should we try it on you sometime, sweetheart?"
Mistress just winced, not wanting to go into this sort of discussion with our daughter close at hand. But it did give me some ideas for the next switch day.
Unless Mistress calls "first dibs."
But then, I've been such a good slave lately, haven't I?
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Sunday, June 15, 2014
Happy Father's Day (to the Penis)
It's "Father's Day" here in the United States. (Is that something celebrated in Canada and in the other countries where so many (at least dozens) of you start your day with a dose of UCTMW?)
Mistress and Slave celebrated last night in a briefly emptied nest, with our cute Co-Ed out on the town with some friends. For the 2nd day in a row, Slave's work-a-day cock got to pitch a "double header", if you add in our traditional wake-up sex, and add in the pre-dinner session that helped be wash away the gloom of visiting my dotty mother in the hospital. Then there was a romantic dinner out in our little secret garden, and a romantic French movie downloaded for viewing in our finally unpacked and cozy living room.
All in all, a great way to celebrate Father's Day - with no kids lurking to mess up the adult fun.
Of course, there wouldn't be a Father's Day, if not for the trusty penis, a device that has warded off obsolescence through both the industrial revolution and the digital age, at least up until now. I mean, without that primitive but unique piece of equipment, Hallmark would have a bleak June every year!
Yesterday morning, as Slave was getting dressed, Mistress was lingering a bit longer in bed with her laptop. I heard her giggling and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"There's a funny article on penis size here, Slave...."
Naturally I asked her to forward it for potential blogfodder.
Study Shows Women Prefer One Size Penis for Everyday, ANother for One Night Stands
For this thinly sourced study, (no pun intended) the researchers made a variety of penis models using one of those fancy new 3D printers.
(This is a big technological advance from the days of the "plaster casters", the 60's era groupies who made plaster casts of rock stars penises -- "collect the entire set of Herman and the Hermits" -- but I digress.)
Women also were asked to handle the model penii and tell researchers which one they would like for "everyday" use and which one would be more appealing for that special fling. It turned out that women liked a slightly broader model for that one night stand than from their ready steady lover or husband.
This fits in well with the notion that Slave has a suitable "work-a-day" cock, wheras Mistress is always on the lookout for that more colossal "special occasion cock", like the one our hard working Western Correspondent (self)reportedly has available.
Mistress and Slave celebrated last night in a briefly emptied nest, with our cute Co-Ed out on the town with some friends. For the 2nd day in a row, Slave's work-a-day cock got to pitch a "double header", if you add in our traditional wake-up sex, and add in the pre-dinner session that helped be wash away the gloom of visiting my dotty mother in the hospital. Then there was a romantic dinner out in our little secret garden, and a romantic French movie downloaded for viewing in our finally unpacked and cozy living room.
All in all, a great way to celebrate Father's Day - with no kids lurking to mess up the adult fun.
Of course, there wouldn't be a Father's Day, if not for the trusty penis, a device that has warded off obsolescence through both the industrial revolution and the digital age, at least up until now. I mean, without that primitive but unique piece of equipment, Hallmark would have a bleak June every year!
Yesterday morning, as Slave was getting dressed, Mistress was lingering a bit longer in bed with her laptop. I heard her giggling and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"There's a funny article on penis size here, Slave...."
Naturally I asked her to forward it for potential blogfodder.
Study Shows Women Prefer One Size Penis for Everyday, ANother for One Night Stands
For this thinly sourced study, (no pun intended) the researchers made a variety of penis models using one of those fancy new 3D printers.
However, many past studies
have relied on images, or used terms such as "small,"
"medium" and "large" when gauging women's penis
preferences, and these terms may have different meanings to different people,
Leung said. The new study, on the other hand, is the first to use 3D printed models,
which meant women could physically handle them, Leung said.
Women also were asked to handle the model penii and tell researchers which one they would like for "everyday" use and which one would be more appealing for that special fling. It turned out that women liked a slightly broader model for that one night stand than from their ready steady lover or husband.
This fits in well with the notion that Slave has a suitable "work-a-day" cock, wheras Mistress is always on the lookout for that more colossal "special occasion cock", like the one our hard working Western Correspondent (self)reportedly has available.
In a second part of the new
study, women were given one of the penis models and allowed to examine it for
30 seconds. They were then asked to pick that same model from a bin of 33
models, either immediately or after completing a 10-minute survey (to allow
time to pass).
After completing the
10-minute survey, women tended to overestimate the size of the penis they had
previously examined, the study found.
This finding may be
reassuring to men who are self-conscious about their penis size,
the researchers said.
"For men who are considering
surgery to increase their phallus sizes, maybe they do not have to after all,
if women tend to overestimate" the size of a penis they've seen, Leung said.
This is certainly good news on Father's Day. The thought that a woman can experience your cock, and then, later on, think it was actually bigger than it really was has to reassure Fathers everywhere.
But the bad news may be in the form of an article Donna forwarded yesterday, about a product designed to replace the cock all together. It's Called the LovePalz.
(Check out the video in the link.)
The product is designed for all you lovers who interact remotely. Wifi friendly, one device, "Zeus" , acts as a faux vagina, with an airbag that grabs onto your cock and holds on for dear life. The companion, "Hera" is a faux cock, that pumps into the female partner's lady bits. Supposedly the wifi enabled interface allows partners on far sides of the planet to simulate sexual intercourse, with the grip and/or stroke rate matched as the partners engage of video chat or phone sex. ("Fury", we're thinking of you here!)
This huge new technological break through could make "regular" sex completely obsolete in just a few months, with only a few dinosaurs like Mistress and Slave still having sex the sticky and sweaty old way.
And even I am a little concenred. Combine the "lovepalz" with google glass and Mistress could be having sex with Gabriel Byrne every night, rather than me!
But it's not sure how "lovepalz" accommodates a woman's need for a bigger "special occasion" cock every now and then. Does it come in small, medium, and super size me?
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Labels:
Father's Day,
Lovepalz
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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Small Town
Here in River City the schedule has been turned upside down with my Mother in an extended stay at a local hospital. It's definitely cut into the time at the end of the day when Mistress and Slave like to spend a little R & R time in the executive suite, relaxing and kanoodleing.
Fortunately, we broke out of the dreary routine last evening. Mistress had spent some time with our older cute Co-Ed, and I broke loose from the hospital at around 6 pm, so that there was time to join her in bed. One thing turned to another - a short nap, some worship, and Mistress giving her work-a-day cock some much needed attention before it did it's own thing to her clean shaven folds.
Yum.
After that, we pulled our clothes on and walked to a little bistro for some drinks and a light meal. The owner, who likes to flirt with Mistress, even treated us to a lovely soft shell crab. By the time we walked home under the rising, full "Honey Moon", it seemed the stress of the work-week and dealing with my cranky Mother had lifted away, at least for a while.
The odder occurrence of the day related to one of Mistress's suitor's on AM. This is a guy in his late 50's, single, who was trying to set up a Starbucks meet to see if there might be any sparks flying.
When Mistress saw his photos, she had that "do I know this guy" vibe, but seemed unsure. They both had some professional commonalities, but no bells were ringing.
Of course, I am her official AM correspondent, monitoring messages, and responding as commanded.
This fellow asked to see a face shot of Mistress so they would be able to recognize one another when the big "date" happened. And of course, who wouldn't be curious after seeing those R rated shots of Mistress's legs in her AM "private showcase"?
After running this request by Mistress, she gave me the thumbs up.
"OK, Slave... you can send him one of the approved photos."
The one I sent does not show a particularly clear shot of her face, just her sitting under the portal at sunset at our SW hideaway. With sunglasses on, its still not easy to get a full idea of her face. A bit of a tease, really.
But apparently enough for her new friend.
Hi Molly,
Well--dummy me --- I just figured out very SLOWLY that we have met. Oh, well ……..you pics are just better disguised
So, how awkward is this?
Mistress was a little baffled, and a little nervous when I read her this response. Who could this guy be? Why couldn't the bell ring more clearly? She instructed me to express her own embarrassment and ask for his name. But he kept up the tease.
Morning Molly
Soooo--are you really "playing dumb" that you don't know? Or, are you putting me on. I thought my pic was so obvious you knew and I was the one who didn't !! :-). At least you placed in photos that one could mistake for others and weren't so obvious. Not so me :-)
When I responded, on her behalf, that no, she was not playing dumb, but was now really intrigued,he sent another hint:
Hi Molly,
I am up for still meeting as well unless you now think it's "too weird" ....... We were in a 2 hr meeting recently at a College ........ :-)
So, now does it click? I obviously made an indelible impression :-)
You are allowed to change your mind --no pressure. Meeting regardless, now that the cat is out of the bag, would probably be good for some laughs at minimum
The bell finally rang. He was a guy at a recent client meeting. But Mistress had not placed his face. Mistress was clearly embarrassed: Not only because they had this "real life" connection, but because she had not made the connection herself when she saw his face shots. (Fortunately this is not a penis shot guy..... now that would really be embarrassing!)
And what are the odds that you can run into someone in real life in a work context, and then encounter them a few weeks later in this underground, AM context?
Mistress asked me to pass on her cell number so they could talk. So far that has not happened yet. And I suppose, since the potential for embarrassment is there for each of them in equal measure, there is no real risk of exposure of Mistress's kinky little "back story" to her work world. Just the potential for some potentially uncomfortable work meetings if she has to interact with this guy in that context again.
But as I said.... it's a small town.
Fortunately, we broke out of the dreary routine last evening. Mistress had spent some time with our older cute Co-Ed, and I broke loose from the hospital at around 6 pm, so that there was time to join her in bed. One thing turned to another - a short nap, some worship, and Mistress giving her work-a-day cock some much needed attention before it did it's own thing to her clean shaven folds.
Yum.
After that, we pulled our clothes on and walked to a little bistro for some drinks and a light meal. The owner, who likes to flirt with Mistress, even treated us to a lovely soft shell crab. By the time we walked home under the rising, full "Honey Moon", it seemed the stress of the work-week and dealing with my cranky Mother had lifted away, at least for a while.
The odder occurrence of the day related to one of Mistress's suitor's on AM. This is a guy in his late 50's, single, who was trying to set up a Starbucks meet to see if there might be any sparks flying.
When Mistress saw his photos, she had that "do I know this guy" vibe, but seemed unsure. They both had some professional commonalities, but no bells were ringing.
Of course, I am her official AM correspondent, monitoring messages, and responding as commanded.
This fellow asked to see a face shot of Mistress so they would be able to recognize one another when the big "date" happened. And of course, who wouldn't be curious after seeing those R rated shots of Mistress's legs in her AM "private showcase"?
After running this request by Mistress, she gave me the thumbs up.
"OK, Slave... you can send him one of the approved photos."
The one I sent does not show a particularly clear shot of her face, just her sitting under the portal at sunset at our SW hideaway. With sunglasses on, its still not easy to get a full idea of her face. A bit of a tease, really.
But apparently enough for her new friend.
Hi Molly,
Well--dummy me --- I just figured out very SLOWLY that we have met. Oh, well ……..you pics are just better disguised
So, how awkward is this?
Mistress was a little baffled, and a little nervous when I read her this response. Who could this guy be? Why couldn't the bell ring more clearly? She instructed me to express her own embarrassment and ask for his name. But he kept up the tease.
Morning Molly
Soooo--are you really "playing dumb" that you don't know? Or, are you putting me on. I thought my pic was so obvious you knew and I was the one who didn't !! :-). At least you placed in photos that one could mistake for others and weren't so obvious. Not so me :-)
When I responded, on her behalf, that no, she was not playing dumb, but was now really intrigued,he sent another hint:
Hi Molly,
I am up for still meeting as well unless you now think it's "too weird" ....... We were in a 2 hr meeting recently at a College ........ :-)
So, now does it click? I obviously made an indelible impression :-)
You are allowed to change your mind --no pressure. Meeting regardless, now that the cat is out of the bag, would probably be good for some laughs at minimum
The bell finally rang. He was a guy at a recent client meeting. But Mistress had not placed his face. Mistress was clearly embarrassed: Not only because they had this "real life" connection, but because she had not made the connection herself when she saw his face shots. (Fortunately this is not a penis shot guy..... now that would really be embarrassing!)
And what are the odds that you can run into someone in real life in a work context, and then encounter them a few weeks later in this underground, AM context?
Mistress asked me to pass on her cell number so they could talk. So far that has not happened yet. And I suppose, since the potential for embarrassment is there for each of them in equal measure, there is no real risk of exposure of Mistress's kinky little "back story" to her work world. Just the potential for some potentially uncomfortable work meetings if she has to interact with this guy in that context again.
But as I said.... it's a small town.
Labels:
AShley Madison
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Thursday, June 12, 2014
HNT / Ashley Madison Outtakes
Mistress and Slave are settling into our new / old house. Most of the boxes have been unpacked. The "art" is either on the wall, or stuffed into our ancient attic for budding young anthropologists to discover in some future century. When I updated our home owners insurance, they had trouble with my answer to the question about the age of the slate roof.
"Well the house was built in 1840. So I guess that's how old the roof is. But if a slate breaks or comes loose you just replace it....." Apparently their computer system didn't like that answer." But it does make for some interesting sounds up in the attic when it's raining.
With our move behind us and the summer before us, life is calming a bit (setting aside my cranky mother being in the hospital, but let's not bore you with that.)
Mistress has a couple of AM suitors she is sorting through again. Nothing too compelling at this point. Weeding out the married guys who seem more interested in describing how lame their wives are in the sack, the pickings on AM are thin. But then Mistress is hardly desperate for attention. She does have the oral stylings of her devoted slave to tide her over.
And there are the guys who come knocking on her AM door who can still draw a chuckle. Like this attractive character:
At 5'8" and 280 lbs he clearly falls outside of the physical parameters laid out in Mistress's posting. But then who could turn down a guy who says he's into "one night stands", and wants a lady who will "party and f**k all day long." And for good measure he highlights in Caps that he "LOVES BEER, SEX, WEED AND GOING TO BARS."
Who are you trying to fool WC? You have Mistress's email address and phone number. You don't need to hit on her on AM!
"Well the house was built in 1840. So I guess that's how old the roof is. But if a slate breaks or comes loose you just replace it....." Apparently their computer system didn't like that answer." But it does make for some interesting sounds up in the attic when it's raining.
With our move behind us and the summer before us, life is calming a bit (setting aside my cranky mother being in the hospital, but let's not bore you with that.)
Mistress has a couple of AM suitors she is sorting through again. Nothing too compelling at this point. Weeding out the married guys who seem more interested in describing how lame their wives are in the sack, the pickings on AM are thin. But then Mistress is hardly desperate for attention. She does have the oral stylings of her devoted slave to tide her over.
And there are the guys who come knocking on her AM door who can still draw a chuckle. Like this attractive character:
At 5'8" and 280 lbs he clearly falls outside of the physical parameters laid out in Mistress's posting. But then who could turn down a guy who says he's into "one night stands", and wants a lady who will "party and f**k all day long." And for good measure he highlights in Caps that he "LOVES BEER, SEX, WEED AND GOING TO BARS."
Who are you trying to fool WC? You have Mistress's email address and phone number. You don't need to hit on her on AM!
Labels:
AShley Madison,
bondage
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Monday, June 9, 2014
Re- Inaugural Switch Day
With our cute Co-Eds away over the weekend, there were no excuses when it came to re-inaugurating switch day traditions here at our new/old digs. And since the house has an equestrian theme, well why not break out the riding crop?
After some morning paper and blog reading, Mistress reluctantly allowed her slave (Dom for the day) to lock the red cuffs on her dainty wrists. I always like the way they match her elegant nail polish.
She was rolled onto her tummy, and her wrists were spread and secured in place. When I saw how seductive she looked with legs eschew, I decided to ditch the spread eagle effect, and let her squirm away as I applied the crop to that creamy skin at her bottom.
Of course, there is always a mix of pleasure with the pain on switch day. So - eventually - Mistress was rewarded with her favorite power tool, wedged between her thighs. She squirmed against it as I layered on some more slaps with the crop and swats with my palm as she worked herself into a frenzy.
Was it cruel of me to threaten to turn off the Hitachi just as she was getting close to a cum?
"Why would you do that Slave?"
The desperation in her voice was so compelling I decided not to throw that particular switch.
Soon she was begging for permission to come. And who would I be to deny her?
Her ass was so compelling that I elected to take her from behind, thrusting with gusto and enjoying those moans of delight from Mistress. We may have frightened the cats.
When the dust settled, the verdict was positive.
"That was a good one, Slave...."
After some morning paper and blog reading, Mistress reluctantly allowed her slave (Dom for the day) to lock the red cuffs on her dainty wrists. I always like the way they match her elegant nail polish.
She was rolled onto her tummy, and her wrists were spread and secured in place. When I saw how seductive she looked with legs eschew, I decided to ditch the spread eagle effect, and let her squirm away as I applied the crop to that creamy skin at her bottom.
Of course, there is always a mix of pleasure with the pain on switch day. So - eventually - Mistress was rewarded with her favorite power tool, wedged between her thighs. She squirmed against it as I layered on some more slaps with the crop and swats with my palm as she worked herself into a frenzy.
Was it cruel of me to threaten to turn off the Hitachi just as she was getting close to a cum?
"Why would you do that Slave?"
The desperation in her voice was so compelling I decided not to throw that particular switch.
Soon she was begging for permission to come. And who would I be to deny her?
Her ass was so compelling that I elected to take her from behind, thrusting with gusto and enjoying those moans of delight from Mistress. We may have frightened the cats.
When the dust settled, the verdict was positive.
"That was a good one, Slave...."
Labels:
bondage,
Riding Crop,
switch day
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Sunday, June 8, 2014
Mistress and Slave Resettlement
My how time flies when you're not posting on your sex blog!
I realized this morning that it's been a whole week since we updated our devoted readers on developments here in River City.
Moving really does suck. And the notion of "downsizing" is particularly challenging when you have two cute Co-Eds that are in denial about the whole thing.
What was it about: "sweethearts, your rooms are smaller and there is less closet space" that they didn't understand?"
Of course, I will not be critical of Mistress, because Slave will deserve a punishment.
Then there are two cats being "new house broken". One definitely has to look where you are walking around here. There is nothing like the squish of a cat turd between your bare toes.
I was thinking about doing a top ten list titled "You know you have too much stuff when.....", but the process of editing was giving me a headache.
Not that I am an innocent bystander: I am already regretting not throwing away more of my collection of mismatched coffee cups. I'm the only one who drinks coffee here, and you only need one at a time right? And albums: who needs two versions of "Sergeant Pepper"? (The original scratched up one from 1967 or so, and a "remastered" English version?) Then there are family heirlooms: my grandfather's pictures of war torn France from WWI; a great grandmother's trunk from Ireland. Photos of my grandfather's farm in upstate NY. I've held onto them. But who the heck will want to retrieve them from this old attic when I'm tired of moving them? Or not moving at all?
It is nice to be in our new/old bedroom. Slave lived here 3-4 nights a week for a while when the rest of the crowd was in Florida. Mistress visited occasionally. But it was more a bachelor pad then. Now it may be a tad more crowded with "stuff", but feels much more like home, particularly with Mistress beside me every night.
And it's a lot more tranquil than out old house/neighborhood, particularly this weekend. Cute Co-Ed #1 is on a round trip visiting friends; Cute Co-Ed #2 is on summer camp in NYC for two months. (She calls it an "internship"). So Mistress and Slave have time to unpack, as well as spend a little more time in bed, without concerns about thin walls and ambient noise.
Friday night we went to our old/new swim club, ran into old friends, who invited us over for an impromptu dinner. with kids away, no one was asking us "what's for dinner?", so we could easily change plans.
Last night it was a walk to the local ice cream parlor and the next door movie theatre, before heading home to our empty nest. Plus some worship before bedtime.
We definitely can get used to this.
So you will excuse me if I stop blogging and begin my preparations for a proper switch day. won't you?
I realized this morning that it's been a whole week since we updated our devoted readers on developments here in River City.
Moving really does suck. And the notion of "downsizing" is particularly challenging when you have two cute Co-Eds that are in denial about the whole thing.
What was it about: "sweethearts, your rooms are smaller and there is less closet space" that they didn't understand?"
Of course, I will not be critical of Mistress, because Slave will deserve a punishment.
Then there are two cats being "new house broken". One definitely has to look where you are walking around here. There is nothing like the squish of a cat turd between your bare toes.
I was thinking about doing a top ten list titled "You know you have too much stuff when.....", but the process of editing was giving me a headache.
Not that I am an innocent bystander: I am already regretting not throwing away more of my collection of mismatched coffee cups. I'm the only one who drinks coffee here, and you only need one at a time right? And albums: who needs two versions of "Sergeant Pepper"? (The original scratched up one from 1967 or so, and a "remastered" English version?) Then there are family heirlooms: my grandfather's pictures of war torn France from WWI; a great grandmother's trunk from Ireland. Photos of my grandfather's farm in upstate NY. I've held onto them. But who the heck will want to retrieve them from this old attic when I'm tired of moving them? Or not moving at all?
It is nice to be in our new/old bedroom. Slave lived here 3-4 nights a week for a while when the rest of the crowd was in Florida. Mistress visited occasionally. But it was more a bachelor pad then. Now it may be a tad more crowded with "stuff", but feels much more like home, particularly with Mistress beside me every night.
And it's a lot more tranquil than out old house/neighborhood, particularly this weekend. Cute Co-Ed #1 is on a round trip visiting friends; Cute Co-Ed #2 is on summer camp in NYC for two months. (She calls it an "internship"). So Mistress and Slave have time to unpack, as well as spend a little more time in bed, without concerns about thin walls and ambient noise.
Friday night we went to our old/new swim club, ran into old friends, who invited us over for an impromptu dinner. with kids away, no one was asking us "what's for dinner?", so we could easily change plans.
Last night it was a walk to the local ice cream parlor and the next door movie theatre, before heading home to our empty nest. Plus some worship before bedtime.
We definitely can get used to this.
So you will excuse me if I stop blogging and begin my preparations for a proper switch day. won't you?
Labels:
Sergeant Pepper
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Sunday, June 1, 2014
Relocated
Mistress and her humble Slave have been resettling this weekend after our big "downsizing" move, back to an historic home closer into town than the original UCTMW World HQ. It's a place we've owned for about 10 years but had rented out for a while. But not as spacious or as accommodating for a family of 4. Cute Co-Ed #2 (who turns 21 in a few weeks) got the message as she was unpacking all her stuff before heading to a grown up summer camp in NYC for the next 2 months:
"This really isn't a house for 4 people, is it?"
"No honey, it isn't. Do you really plan on living with your parents much longer?"
The move was arduous. 8 men and 4 trucks. Really. But they weren't big trucks, if that counts.
And we moved more stuff than we really needed. But as the Neil Sedaka oft sang: "breaking up (with stuff) is hard to do...." So we have it all a little longer, and our seemingly spacious attic now looks like a cramped consignment shop.
Today we headed back to the swim club we habituated many weekends between 1998 and 2004. Creatures of habit, we spread our towels in the same corner of the sunning patio as we had 10 years earlier. Sitting next to us were the same folks we last saw there 10 years ago, and they acted as if we just saw them last August. Very Deja Vu.
With both daughters home over the weekend, and a thin wall separating us from the daughter who Mistress embarrassed last week with her "let's have sex" announcement, Mistress and Slave had to develop more stifled sexual stylings. That involved playing some music and suppressing our moans of passion this morning.
But it was good to break in the new / old bedroom once again. And as you can see from the photo, it's nice to get back into the habit of our pre-dinner Sunday afternoon nap.
"This really isn't a house for 4 people, is it?"
"No honey, it isn't. Do you really plan on living with your parents much longer?"
The move was arduous. 8 men and 4 trucks. Really. But they weren't big trucks, if that counts.
And we moved more stuff than we really needed. But as the Neil Sedaka oft sang: "breaking up (with stuff) is hard to do...." So we have it all a little longer, and our seemingly spacious attic now looks like a cramped consignment shop.
Today we headed back to the swim club we habituated many weekends between 1998 and 2004. Creatures of habit, we spread our towels in the same corner of the sunning patio as we had 10 years earlier. Sitting next to us were the same folks we last saw there 10 years ago, and they acted as if we just saw them last August. Very Deja Vu.
With both daughters home over the weekend, and a thin wall separating us from the daughter who Mistress embarrassed last week with her "let's have sex" announcement, Mistress and Slave had to develop more stifled sexual stylings. That involved playing some music and suppressing our moans of passion this morning.
But it was good to break in the new / old bedroom once again. And as you can see from the photo, it's nice to get back into the habit of our pre-dinner Sunday afternoon nap.
Femdom couple interested in and expoloring the cuckold dynamic.
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