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It was a very busy day here for a Saturday at the UCTMW SW Hideaway.

Of course, there was Slave's morning worship, followed by Mistress indulgently allowing me to fuck her.

Then a particularly bracing bike ride - covering lots of up hill and maybe 12 miles through our dramatic countryside. Taking the hill on our 2nd day was a bit of a stretch, but then that which does not kill you makes you stronger, right.  I took a photo of Mistress in her New Mexico biking jersey after the long climb - her body glowing as the sun reflected off the damp sheen then enveloped her ---- a photo that we will get to later.

Then there was a trip to our quaint farmer's market at the town square. It's harvest time here in the Rio Grande valley, and there were amazing tomatoes, chilis and other veggies to be had. Plus Mistress found some gluten free scones and bread.

It was as I walked back to my car that I spotted this bull whip, adorning a skull on the wall of a leather goods shop. It made me grateful that Mistress hasn't developed a fancy for whips, and had left my own hide unblemished in recent months.

But I spoke too soon.

We spent the rest of the afternoon back at our hideaway, Mistress sunning herself, Slave doing some work I had put off a bit too long, and then I broke to watch my alma mater start it's season on our tiny TV.

We had plans for the evening that started rather early. Those plans would likely cramp our typical late afternoon trysting, so Mistress made clear that she was expecting some attention from her Slave when halftime came around. Of course, with my team comfortably ahead at the half, Slave was  happy to provide my personal services. I kicked  off the 2nd half of our double header with my head buried between Mistress's powerful thighs, and tasting all those mingled flavors of the day's exertions, her musky arousal, and just a hint of the Coppertone I had been commanded to apply earlier in the day.

But when my "job" was done, after Mistress came a time or two in response to my ministrations, I was surprised by her next direction.

"You were a little surly earlier about our evening plans Slave....go get the riding crop."

Well, I promise I tried, rooting through our closet, my cock at semi-attention, apparently thinking I was going to get a quick chance to fuck before the 2nd half kick-off. Sadly, our closet was a bit of a mess, and my initial search was for naught.  Mistress was certainly disappointed, but nevertheless allowed me to climb on board and finish off the 2nd half of our doubleheader, with a warning that there would be a raincheck on the thrashing I so richly deserved.

(The good / bad news is that I was able to find the crop, after further searching later in the afternoon - just in time for switch day?)

Our 2nd double header involved music venues.

We joined some friends (the ones I was grousing about) for a house concert by one of those Texas singer songwriters. (Susan Gibson ). It was a rather staid event, on a local's patio, listening to un-amplified crooning as the sun set over the big mountain.

Then we were onto a more raucous venue where a local lady with a funky haircut - the same lady who is the postal clerk at our tiny rural post office - did her best to embody the 2nd coming of Aretha Franklin. Here's a link (Mina Tank) if you're interested.

Throughout both of these events, Mistress was not too surreptitiously using her I-phone to send text messages, and I had a feeling I knew her discrete correspondent for the evening.

Sure enough,  when we finally had a private moment, Mistress  confirmed that she was texting with  her suitor D.

"He was sexting me all night, Slave..... describing things he'd like to do to me...."

"Like what, Mistress?"

"He must have seen that photo of me you posted earlier on facebook.... he said he wanted to drag down my biking shorts and bury his head there, just like Mick does....."

"Of course he does, Mistress....."

"He also says he likes a little fur down there.... I told him I like the clean shaven look."

Well that could be an interesting conversation as it evolves...

I'd go on, but Mistress just paged her Slave.... I suppose we are going to have to discuss who will be the croper and who will be the cropee today.

Answering a Few Questions

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HNT: Headed West

Mistress and Slave are jetting out of River City this afternoon for some Labor Day R & R at our SW hideaway. And I am somewhat relieved to have a break from my corresponding secretary duties with her AM profile shut down for now. AM uses travel to create the impression that a hot chick like Molly is just about everywhere, filling her in box with requests to see her "private showcase", and entreaties to hook up on the way through town.  Clearly the supply vs. demand ratio is way overmatched on AM. In the last few weeks Mistress has been offered flights to the west coast, and even a trip to Luxembourg with a guy she only met for dinner.

"I can't imagine flying to Europe with a person you've never even spent the night with Mistress. What if he has some really annoying grooming habits - like clipping his toe nails in bed?"

"Exactly, Slave..... way too soon for that sort of thing...."

We are looking forward to dinner with D, who seems to be at the top of Mistress's list for further investigation.  He even messaged me on Facebook yesterday. I told him not to be too intimidated by Molly because "she puts her panties on one leg at a time...."  But I can imagine the heady effect of a first encounter with Mistress. After all, it happened to me too, way back in the days of Mike Dukakis!

We are looking forward to our time away, in the last days of summer. Nights will likely be cool. We will get to draw down that large stock of pinon we put in last year this time for some roaring fires in the Keva fireplaces.  But during the day, I suspect Slave will get more than an eyeful of Mistress soaking up the sun, just like this:

If you all beg Mistress politely, she might allow me to share some of those images!

More On Mistress's New Suitor

Last night, in bed, Mistress updated me on the latest developments.

"We traded a few texts, Slave.... I think he liked being in the blog."

"Glad, he was amused, Mistress...."

"And he seems to be interested in meeting you."

"I look forward to it... it's always fun to be able to talk to a blog fan, someone who knows all the dirty little secrets we don't share with all of our vanilla friends....but here's the real question.... does he want to fuck you, Mistress?"

"He seems to, Slave."

"And do you want to fuck him?"

"Hmmmm...... I think I do, Slave . . .  does that bother you?"

"Who am I to object...."

"Exactly,  Slave.... exactly."

Mystery Man Surfaces

UCTMW went "off line" for a few hours yesterday, which I will explain shortly.  But first a little update on our busy Sunday.

After wake-up sex and a bike ride, we actually spent a day to ourselves, without family or work duties to pull us away. We spent a few hours sorting through the detritus off loaded from our storage unit last Sunday. Lots of lovely family photos we have no room to display. Plus a trove of Mistress's adolescent poetry. Maybe we should post them here as bog-fodder?  I also found my grandfather's WW I helmet, and a flat autographed football from an ND fullback long past his prime. I mean, are there fullbacks any more?

Our evening was spent at an outdoor concert by a favorite local band with a bit of a national reputation. Here's a video. Slave must confess he thinks the lead singer is hot. There was an eclectic Portlandia style crowd, on a steamy summer evening, and a picnic dinner for Mistress and Slave to share on our blanket up close to the music.

 I needed to pick something up from my office, so after the concert, sun setting, we stopped by my perch looking over the City. I think I surprised Mistress when I offered to worship, but she's not one to say "no" when it comes to intimate attention to those clean shaven folds. She pulled up her short sun dress, wriggled out of her black panties, and allowed Slave to savor  the mingled sweet and salty essence of Mistress's arousal after a long evening in the sun..... yum.

I think Mistress enjoyed my attention almost as much as I did serving her. Plus she didn't even have to take her sandals off.

Yesterday's  blog security issue arose when one of Mistress's AM suitors used some rather persistent investigative skills to suss out both this blog, and then Mistress's "secret identity". This is a fellow who came knocking on her AM inbox last week while Slave was on the left coast. His interest in playing the Dom role got me to exercise my prerogative as Mistress's corresponding secretary to get some details, and then provide Mistress's email address for direct communications.  But this clever fellow - we will call him D - was resourceful enough to discover the blog, and piece together the mystery of Molly's "real life" name.  And he insisted on protecting his own identity until they met. This was outside Mistress's typical AM protocol, but the fellow seemed interesting and amusing enough to make her take the risk.

Mistress agreed to meet him in public at a nearby coffee joint, but she did have some trepidation, particularly when he let it drop that he knew her real name .  Was this guy someone we knew? Maybe someone she had interviewed and rejected under a different name? Would he be the type who would blow our cover? Or was he just as paranoid as us?

His shabby spelling, despite his claim to be a health care professional, had us wondering if the WC was pulling Mistress's leg.

I suppose we could have taken the sort of precautions that Michael Corleone used in the Godfather, strapping a pistol in the toilet tank  before the big "meet", just in case Mistress needed to resort to extraordinary measures.

"Wait a minute while I powder my nose, D."

Then - ka-boom. Mistress drops the pistol on the floor, strolls out the door, and hides out in Italy for a couple of years before things "cool off" in River City.

But that's not really the way we roll here at UCTMW.

It's only a sex blog, right?

But as it turned out, D and Mistress seemed to hit it off pretty well. She texted me that things were OK, and that the cavalry did not need to be called. D had done his homework and turned out to be a big blog fan, with lots of questions about Mistress's  past adventures.

"He really laughed at the guy from your alma mater who had the same cock that you do, Slave...I had forgotten about that one...."

Now that is an obscure piece of UCTMW trivia.

D is about 10 years younger than Mistress. And tall.

"Sounds like the cougar thing may be back, Slave...."

He even brought Mistress a gift, showing an eye for a color she prefers. What do you think?

And they were trading text messages last night before bedtime, allowing us to shut down the AM profile which had been their only means of communications.

All in all, D seemed to make a nice first impression.

"He wants to meet you too Mick."

I look forward to it.

Plans are for a dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ when we get back from our trip later this week to our SW hideaway.

Reunited

It did feel so good. Back in our empty nest with the lovely Mistress. Allowed to worship at the junction of her well toned and muscular thighs. Then rewarded with the opportunity to take my pleasure after having provided a sufficient starter cum of suitable dimensions.

And of course some bracing wake-up sex friday morning before heading back to the office.

Last evening we enjoyed some jazz at a local park, Mistress drawing some stares of desire from some of the guys in the crowd, which her Slave always finds entertaining. There were even some surreptitious text messages to her from one of her recent AM suitors to entertain her between sets.

Today will be a little more scheduled though. I will be entertaining my two cute grandkids for a while. Then dinner with my cranky mother in honor of her birthday.

And there are some big plastic tubs of "stuff" to unload, all the detritus we had parked in a storage unit when we put the former UCTMW World HQ on the market last spring. Slave wonders if Mistress may need to recruit additional Slaves to muscle it all up two flights into our overstuffed attic.  Hopefully we can cull it all down into something more manageable?

And of course a good deal of that attic contents are the things left behind by daughters who can't seem to let go. Maybe they should take the questionnaire summarized below:

At least we're not storing their children.

Bay Left Behind

Slave is waiting here at the SFO airport, having wolfed down a breakfast burrito before boarding a plane headed west. I must say I am horny and looking forward to my reunion with the lovely Mistress Molly.

After my work was done yesterday morning, I had time to rent a bicycle and rode the system of bike trails across the Golden Gate and to Tiburon. Unfortunately, I did not have the time or address that would have allowed me to look up my favorite kinky writer, Ann Rice, who I believe has relocated there from NOLA.

All of the overtly sexy sights and sounds of the City did not ease my longing for Mistress.  There was this fetchingly attired  mannequin in the window of Agent Provacateur on Geary St.

And who could not think of kneeling before Mistress and massaging (or kissing) her well manicured feet when I saw this sign off of Polk St. on my way toward the waterfront by bike yesterday.

One of the more frustrating aspects of being Mistress's corresponding secretary, monitoring the ins and outs of her AM profile is that when we go on the road, the system must create the impression that Mistress is now a denizen of not only the town she is visiting, but all sorts of other places. And in this case, while she remained at home, her Slave made the mistake of monitoring from the left coast. Suddenly she was innundated with more than 100 private showcase requests, and quite a few articulate entreaties from the Bay area. All that makes clear that the pool of applicants in River City is much less diverse and appealing than what a woman with an itch to cuckold her husband can access on the coast.

There was a guy staying at a nearby hotel who sent his text number in case Mistress wanted to get together for a drink.

And there was this guy from Sausilito who sent a long message that I am sure Mistress might have found intriguing, if only to check out his view:


Hello Molly. Yes, I am highly selective. I have wasted a fair amount if time lately seeking women who "get it" - who are appreciative of what I bring to the table as a lover and friend. 

Any time I am with a woman I like, whether in bed or anywhere else, she will be the absolute center of my attention. She will feel absolutely adored and desired. She will know that by the way I look at her, the way I touch her, and the words I use to express my appreciation for her. No matter how handsome and successful a man is, it is imperative that he understand that the pleasure he gains from his woman is proportional to the pleasure he provides her. He must be skilled at reading her cues and navigating the paths to her centers of desire. He must understand and accept the fact that women are wonderfully complex, mysterious creatures and be able to understand that what stimulates her today may be a total turn off tomorrow - unless he realizes that she may want him to make the effort - and have the talent - to seduce her, to gently but firmly take lead her to a place of arousal. E must know when to cede control, and when to take it, when to follow her cues, and when to bend her to his will. 

I am that man.


I wonder who he uses to ghost write his material?

Sadly, Mistress did not score while I was away. She will have to make do with her work-a-day cock this evening, if all goes well and thunderstorms at O'Hare don't intrude.

Out on the Left Coast

No sooner had we emptied out our nest on Monday - delivering our senior cute Co-Ed to her campus with a truck load of "important things",  than Slave had to take a short business trip to the left coast. I will just be away for two nights in the town Tony Bennett made famous. But those are two nights I could have been worshipping Mistress in the manner in which she is entitled, without the need to squelch our moans of delight.

I have heard that she has been 1) chatting up a new suitor from AM; talking to Mr. Perfect Cock, who suddenly got in touch, and flirting with some guy at our swim club after doing laps. So while Mich is away, Mistress has been fully exercising her contractual rights.

It's only fair.

Can't wait to get home and find my place between her thighs on Thursday afternoon.

Science Sunday

 

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are enjoying a precursor to our empty nest - cute Co-Ed #1 is in Chicago with her Dowager Domme Grandma, who is probably shopping for more of those kinky shoes. Meanwhile, cute Co-Ed #2 is safely ensconced in her student housing in France, no doubt burning through my credit card limit.

It's given Mistress and Slave some time to have less restrained sex, with our doors open and no need to apologize for spending the

  afternoon in bed. Mistress even had some pancakes yesterday AM with her lover J, but, sadly, there was no time for hanky panky. In the absence of his intervention, Slave was happy  to step into the breach with both wake-up sex and late afternoon fucking, before we headed to a desultory pre-season game of the local Pussycats.

So with that update, let me share with you an article I noticed in Salon over the weekend reviewing a new book on female sexual impulses called "What do Women Want". The thrust of the piece is that women are no less animalistic and base in their sexual cravings than us pathetic guys.  Here is a quick summary:

Bergner, and the leading sex researchers he interviews, argue that women’s sexuality is not the rational, civilized and balancing force it’s so often made out to be — that it is base, animalistic and ravenous, everything we’ve told ourselves about male sexuality. As one researcher tells Bergner of all the restrictions put on female sexuality: “Those barriers are a testament to the power of the drive itself. It’s a pretty incredible testament. Because the drive must be so strong to override all of that.”

“Women’s desire — its inherent range and innate power — is an underestimated and constrained force, even in our times, when all can seem so sexually inundated, so far beyond restriction,” he writes. “Despite the notions our culture continues to imbue, this force is not, for the most part, sparked or sustained by emotional intimacy and safety.” In fact, he argues, “one of our most comforting assumptions, soothing perhaps above all to men but clung to by both sexes, that female eros is much better made for monogamy than the male libido, is scarcely more than a fairy tale.”

Of course, this notion of women acting on baser instincts rather than simply searching for a good provider who can contribute above average sperm to meet her reproductive impulses should be no big surprise to those of us bound up in the sex-blog-o-sphere. Would we have been so engrossed in such blogging heroines as the lost and lamented Suzanne or Sin if they simply wrote about child care tips and finding Mr. Right?  

Here at UCTMW we also are quite familiar with Mistress's appetite for a little more exotic and aggressive sexual action than one humble blogger and his work-a-day cock can provide.  Which gets to a point of the article on whether women are typically satisfied with one lover when others tempt:

Certainly, women are no better suited for monogamy than men are. That, I think, is clear. It seems possible, if you look at some of the data, that women are even less well-suited for monogamy than men. It’s important to distinguish between the sexual level of desire, and what we choose in our relationships for all kinds of reasons. But on a sexual level, women are even less suited to monogamy.

Considering the scientific evidence, it is only natural then for Mistress to crave another cock from time to time. Indeed the article suggests that women are turned on by all sorts of sexual imaginings, whether men / women couplings, women / women couplings or even guy/guy couplings. And what really gets their juices flowings are manifestations of desire for them by others. So it's only natural for Mistress to feed the beast of her desire by the occasional daliance with a fellow who's cock will expand to abnormal proportions at the sight of her lush body, or even the pictures in her "private showcase" over at Ashley Madison.

Why fight science? 

Crowded House

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are hitting the road this morning to drive our cute Co-Ed #2 up to Chicago for a flight to Europe where she will be "studying" for the upcoming semester. Nice work if you can get it. But it does mean that we finally will begin the process of re-emptying the nest, and the endless quantities of dirty dishes, damp towels, and disappearing food and tequila that comes with it.

We hit bottom on Sunday. A group of family members were coming over to celebrate said cute Co-Ed's 21st birthday and her bon voyage. The extra leafs needed for the dining room table were in the attic, which can only be accessed through cute Co-Ed #1's bedroom. Unfortunately, the door to the bedroom was closed, and the boyfriend from upstate was in the house.

As the time for the dinner party approached, I suggested that Mistress text our daughter to give her fair warning that we needed attic access. There is nothing more embarrassing than catching your daughter in some naughty sex act with some frat guy from out of town. That might be even more embarrassing than being caught in some naughty sex act by your daughter with their Mom.

Fortunately, the text message seemed to work. As I entered the bedroom, they were both lounging in bed, seemingly fully attired. Maybe just taking a nap? Hmmmmm......

While Mistress and Slave have been able to enjoy evening worship and morning stifled sex, we've had to forego any kink this last week or so. And Mistress has had few opportunities to frolic with other lovers.  Maybe that will change as we begin the off loading process today.

Outland(er)ish

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are getting a little tired of the fully infested nest.  First, being quiet during sex is not the way we typically like to roll. Sure, the occasional secret and stifled coupling has a bit of hot  that can be fun.

But the daily need to stifle? 

Not so much fun.

Fortunately, the next week should be the last of this "hellish nightmare" of self-restraint , too much laundry and constant whining about the larder not being sufficiently stocked, at least for a while. We drive cute Co-Ed #2 to her flight to Europe for the semester on Wednesday. Then the other one goes to her closer to home campus a week from tomorrow.

So there is light at the end of the tunnel. And it's even possible we will miss them after a few weeks of solitude!

As a result,  Slave must resort to other amusements to keep the blog stocked with soft core kink. There has been the UCTMW Tumbr site to update, requiring me to cruise various femdom tumblers. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it!  So check out the Tumblr blog, linked in our blog roll from time to time. It allows me to recycle some old photos of Mistress you may recall from these pages.  Like this one:

Love the color co-ordination, don't you?

I often get up earlier than Mistress, giving me an excuse to keep up with the latest video offerings.  Yesterday "Fury" posted about the new "Outlander" TV series, touted at a "Feminist 50 Shades of Grey", which piqued my curiosity and my constant search for blog fodder.  So I watched the first episode, posted on the Starz Web site.  There actually were a few hot scenes, that perked up the rather lengthy and tedious narrative set up for this time travel / action adventure / bodice ripper involving a WWII nurse who leaves her hot marital bed to pop into  the Scottish / British Civil War of the 18th Century.  Above is  one scene that precedes her disappearance from the 1940's.

In particular there was a scene set in a cobwebby Scot castle where the 1940's era nurse spreads her stockinged legs for her twitish hubby, and pushes him to his knees for the obvious purpose. Here's a bit of a link Outlander. I'm not so sure that the Nurse will have as much luck Domme-ing the guys in kilts she encounters in the 18th Century, but good luck to her!

I may have to re-watch this show with Mistress once the kids leave,  and they stop hogging all the bandwidth on our overtaxed internet service. If so, I am sure I will annoy her with my running commentary as she drools over the Scott lad who becomes the Nurse's sexual boy toy in the late 1700's. Apparently this is not just a problem here at the UCTMW World HQ, but  national phenomenon, as shown by this blog about annoying things husbands saying while the wife is trying to watch Outlander: Things My Husband Says During Outlander.

Let's hope that Slave will soon have something more to blog about than Chick-lit converted to soapy soft core TV series!

Mistress Had Only One Regret....

After her brief sabbatical from our overly infested nest yesterday at lunch time, Mistress seemed in a very positive state of mind.

"He got us lunch, and then there was some rather intense and aggressive fucking, Slave...."

And all polished off in time for her to make her 2:30 pm afternoon meeting. It's nice to run your own business and not have a boss keeping track of your schedule.

"If only I could have had you locked away in your cage while I was off fucking him, Slave."

As it turns out I had picked yesterday to commute to work on my bike, so the girls could access my car. Mistress was very considerate in contemplating the consequences on her work-a-day cock if I had a smash up on my bike.

"It could be pretty ugly, Slave....."

"I don't want to think about it, Mistress."

As it turned out the bike ride was uneventful -- only taking about 10 more minutes than dealing with traffic in my car - and her work-a-day cock was not at risk.

Ironically, it turned out J's cock was the one in danger.

"I actually bit it Slave....."

"Oops.  How did that happen, Mistress?"

"Well it was in my mouth and he said something funny,  and when I laughed I must have involuntarily nipped him...."

"Poor J, but I hear they can do wonders with severed cocks if you get to the emergency room quickly.  I hoped he packed it in ice...."

Mistress giggled.

"It wasn't that bad.... no blood.... just a nip, Slave....."

"Glad to hear that Mistress.... you'd be stuck with just one for a while otherwise."

As it turned out Slave was not in too much risk of straying yesterday, despite the absence of my cage.  Downtown was filled with all sorts of "Pure Romance" ladies - the purveyors of sex toys at Tupperware style parties from all those little towns  out in the heartland. They convene here each summer for their annual convention. They were all over town tonight, clogging sidewalks in their hot pink get ups. I missed their big party on the square at lunchtime though.  Wish I had seen their giant walking Vagina mascot, but picked this picture up off of twitter.

It was much nicer to be back home, a bit sweaty after my uphill ride out of downtown, and accept the invitation to worship Mistress well used folds.

"Can you taste anything different, Slave...."

Of course she was referring to the remnants of her afternoon distraction with J. And, yes. I could.

Mistress Makes A Break for It.

Here at the overly populated UCTMW World HQ we are "enjoying" about 10 days in the company of both of our two cute Co-Eds. This joyful experience includes the pleasant discovery of dirty dishes in the sink at the end of the work day, and demands for extra I-phone chargers just are we are settling in for a "Masters of Sex" episode.

And let's not forget about the stomping and crashing and moving of boxes on the other side of our thin bedroom wall long past our normal bedtimes.

Of course, it's also nice to spend time with the little cuties, and hear about their summer exploits and plans for the upcoming school year. And at least I know I won't be seeing any taxi or limo charges pop up on my overburdened Visa card, because cute Co-Ed #2 is monopolizing my car.

The major problem is the need to stifle our sexual activities. This morning Mistress woke me at about 5:30 am to make sure we got it in before the stomping started again. And we tried to suppress our more expressive impulses during the act. Of course, Slave was grateful, despite the absence of caffeine coursing through my aging veins.

I will note that Mistress has wangled an opportunity to breakout of these overly restrictive mating conditions.

Yesterday morning the mentioned some texts she'd been getting from her lover, J.

"He says he's missing me, Slave..... he wants me back in his bed."


"Who could blame him, Mistress. He's had to go cold turkey since his son got back on Friday."


Then yesterday afternoon, Mistress updated meon the progress of her discussions with J.

"I have a break in my schedule tomorrow after 11 and before 2:30, Slave. So J has persuaded me to come by for 'lunch'....."

"Clever man..... and I can't blame you Mistress.... no reason why we both can't enjoy some full throated pleasure this week."

"I knew you'd understand, Slave."

I hope J doesn't mind that Slave got first dibs this morning.

Switch Day In River City

It had been a while since Slave had exercised his full Sunday "switch" privileges. The nest has been semi-full these last few weeks of summer. And since Mistress has been light on the cage and the crop of late, why provoke her right?  Maybe Mistress's frolics with her lover J also made her Slave a little more submissive too? In any event, I'd been a slacker.

But with our other Co-Ed heading homeward for 10 days, I figured that I'd better go for it yesterday morning, or "hold my piece" for a few more Sundays.

I think Mistress was a little surprised when I pulled out the read cuffs and their little pad locks.  Once she was spreadeagled on the bed, with those long beach towel strips used to bind her ankles, I teased her with some tickling of those lovely feet. It was fun to watch her squirm, tugging at her bonds and squealing with frustrated delight when I failed to relent on her command. 

But soon I switched to a more erotic approach, deploying her favorite power tool on her clean shaven folds. She fought off the urge to cum as long as a good little slut could, but ultimately surrendered to the impulse, but politely asked her "master for a morning" for permission to cum.  Who was I to deny her?

And once she had that initial and explosive cum, I would have been crazy not to take advantage of the delightfully molten folds spread out before me.

It Could Be A Horny Week at the UCTMW World HQ

Mistress and Slave have been fortunate to have a full blown empty nest weekend here in our new/old UCTMW World HQ. Our senior cute Co-ED is off to Chicago with friends for the weekend, leaving the house all to us!

Our plans with another couple fell through on Friday night - which turned out to be a good thing. It gave us time for a late afternoon bike ride, some post ride sweaty sex, and then a "date" at a new local hipster hangout just down the hill from us. This new "Bourbon Bar" has reinvented the "shot and a beer" as if it's not just for guys with  "America: Love It or Leave It" bumper stickers on their rusted out pickup trucks.

On Saturday it was pretty much the same - wake up sex, bike ride, some field Slave work for me, and then some time in the sack here before taking in a movie in the neighborhood.

As it turns out it's been good to enjoy the privacy while we can. Our Junior cute-CoEd gets back this evening from two months "interning" in the Big Apple. Unfortunately, our new quarters are pretty close - she'll be just a wall away. It will be a long 10 days before she heads off to college for the year!

"It could be a pretty bad week, Slave...."

"We may need to crank up the music, Mistress?"

There is always the option of "getting a room", but then our daughter's only here for 10 days. That would be pretty rude, wouldn't it?

Quickies in the woods are an option. But it's deeer mating season isn't it? Would not want to get in the way of a rutting buck. At least Slave wouldn't.

Mistress can always stop by for worship, but that doesn't do much good for me. (Not that my satisfaction takes first priority).

Do you think her lover J would let us borrow his pad for a mid-day tryst? Not likely. He likes to pretend that Mistress and Slave don't really have sex.

Let us know if you have any strategies to help us minimize this sad ordeal!

Our Far Flung Correspondents Check In

Here at the UCTMW World HQ Slave was allowed to break a whole 36 hours of abstinence Thursday morning, after Mistress's sleepover. Let me just say it was MOST satisfying.

Mistress seemed to take note.

"Wow, Slave.... I think you liked that...."

"Pent up demand, Mistress....."

"Maybe I should make you wait more often...."

"That's your call, Mistress."

That it is.  

In addition, she was able to stop by for some lunch time worship at my office, which had not occurred in a while. It left me with the musky taste of her fragrant juices on my face for the rest of the afternoon.  Nice.

But enough about us. Yesterday we heard from our far flung reportorial staff, and I know you're anxious to hear from them too. First, our Western Correspondent:

It has been raining for two days here in the Mile Hi City

WTF??????????

It never rains here 

We are basically a desert 

10" per year average.........

All us dumb ass's don't even own an umbrella 

Sometimes we have a thunder storm but it only lasts 10 minutes or so

There were a bunch of wet folks all over town today

Thats all I have to say about that

I agree with what  the big Broncos D tackle Kevin Vickerson said today

FUCK SEATTLE !!!!!!!!!

Works for me

Well Mick I see our teams are playing this year

Same with the long lost Suzanne

Mick

I fear your pussycats are doomed to loose again

The Donks are loaded...

Barring injury

Wish Sue was here so I could give her some shit too!!!!!!!!

We will see

Course my beloved Broncs are one injury (PFM) from sucking.....

Anyway I'm glad I don't live in Seattle 

Last time I was there I got hit in the head with a salmon

Bunch of god dammed liberals  up there anyway.....

God love EM!!!!!!

Well rock on Mick and Molly

Yours 

WC

Thanks, WC. Look at all that rain as an opportunity to use less lube!

Then we heard from Donna, our Senior Correspondent:

Dear Mick,

It's August and the countdown to football season has begun.

I came across a very important piece of information today. I think it might serve as incentive for the spouses of football addicts to conduct a thorough research of the 2014-15 teams and players and offer input on a wise choice of which teams to support. None of this willy-nilly supporting of a team simply because you attended school there, or because they happen to reside in your home state. No, this is too, too important for that kind of limited thinking!

Donna

10% of men believe their sexual performance suffers when their favorite sports team loses. Other findings from a survey by areyouromantic.com: 30% of men believe their sexual performance improves when their favorite sports team is winning.

I'm not so sure, Donna. My local baseball team has been pretty mediocre this season, but it doesn't seem to have had an adverse impact on my sex life. In fact, it's a good excuse to turn the TV off and get on my knees between Mistress's lovely thighs.