Souvenir We Missed

Donna, our intrepid Senior Correspondent recently forwarded to us the image of a particularly useful souvenir that we missed on our recent trip to the City of Light. Although it might have been a little embarrassing to pick this up at the tourist shops surrounding the Eiffel Tower with our cute Co-Eds in tow.

The upside of this is that it would like nice on the mantel when not put to use. On the other hand, I'm not sure it would fit comfortably with Mistress's strap-on harness.

Here at our SW hideaway, we have settled in nicely: sex before and after yesterday's skiing helped loosen up and then work out the kinks from a day in the snow. Although Mistress had an interesting observation over dinner:

"Slave, I may have to get a little more animated with our sex this weekend.... I think I'm a little more out there when I'm doing it with K or J...."

Hmmm.... How does one respond? At 64 I'm quite happy with our kinder / gentler form of conjugual couplings.  I'm not really the sort who can lift Mistress and fuck her at the same time the way Jay has been behaving lately. And I certainly get a lot more action than most married guys out there, regardless of age.  An article in last weekend's NY Times said that married couples average only once-a-week couplings. And that apparently included newlyweds.  Ouch!

I also do particularly well compared to some of you in cuckold relationships, who report on the blog-o-sphere that they rarely get the chance to have penetrative sex with their "hot wives".

Yes. I truly am a pampered house slave.

"No reason to go crazy Mistress.... isn't the point of having a side dish (or side-side dish, is that a condiment?) so that you can do it in ways that you don't do with your devoted spouse?"

Mistress mulled that over with our fried brussel sprouts.

Slave Was Locked Away During Cuckold Play

Mistress and Slave made it safely to our SW hideaway late yesterday afternoon, after an early launch and a long travel day. But I know that some of you, including Florida Dom, had some open questions after our blog on Wednesday mentioning Mistress's date with her lover Jay - something that had to be squeezed in before we headed out of town for this mid-winter ski trip.

In fact, as the clock approached 10:30 pm I was getting a little worried. I usually hear from Mistress at some point on her evenings away, and was concerned that after all that fucking she and Jay may have fallen asleep. We did have an early flight to catch in the morning.

So I was a pest and sent her a text message:

"Are you still out there, Mistress?"

 Fortunately, she was already on the way home, and pulling into the drive moments later, much to my relief.

Of course, my relief was not just concern about her safe return and a good night's sleep.  I had been in that infernal cage all day, and was hoping for a reprieve before bedtime.  I know some of you are caged for days or weeks at a time.  But I have been accustomed to  a sleep free from the affliction of a cock that wakes up straining against the cold steel bars of that little prison.

Ouch.

So to answer Florida Dom's first question, yes, I was allowed to worship Mistress's clean shaven folds once she undressed for bed. The tangy aromas and tastes of her evening with her lover were more than apparent. And I was impressed that Mistress still had the energy, or interest, to top off an evening of sexual excess with one more cum provided by my devoted lips and tongue.

Florida Dom also asked if Mistress shaves her lovely folds daily.

Yes, Mistress is very attentive to her grooming. There may be a day when she skips a shower now and then. Usually on a lazy weekend. But she attends to her folds like she does all of that lush, fit and lovely body.

Finally, FD asked what Slave thinks about when I am locked in that cage and Mistress is cavorting with a lover.  Quite frankly, I try not to get too distracted by carnal matters when caged. It can be a little frustrating, and sometimes painful.  But if Mistress calls, or teases me with a text message, my discipline can crumble, and suddenly that cage gets all too tight.

On Wednesday night I had an excellent distraction for a while though: watching my alma mater deny Coach K his 1001st victory.  But when the Irish walked off the floor to the tunes of the victory march, my mind was back in the gutter, contemplating Mistress riding Jay's cock.  A very different way to shake down the thunder from the sky.

Thankfully,  she made it home safely. ANd didn't forget where she had hidden the key.

And while Slave had to wait for his own pleasure until yesterday afternoon when we arrived at our cozy cabin here in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains, at least she let me loose from that cage once I had done that post-cuckold sex worship.

Now that was a happy ending.

Mistress Fills Her Dance Card.

Mistress's lunch time diversion seems to have been quite a success.

When I arrived home from work she gave me the privilege of tasting her clean shaven folds and the residue of her afternoon delight was fully apparent.

"Taste good, Slave?"

"Yummy, Mistress."

After I had done my best to coax another cum from her, she generously released her slave from my cage.  But my own pleasure would be diverted until this morning..... after all, she'd had a busy day.

WE had set up a dinner date with one of Mistress's female friends, and as we waited for her at our table, Mistress shared a few details of her afternoon with me.

"I think he missed me Slave..... he started undressing me just inside the front door.... it was a little weird when the guy with dry cleaning showed up at the door....."

"Oops."

"So we headed up to the bedroom, and he took all my clothes off but my tights....."

"Hmmm.... another tights guy....."

"Apparently, Slave.....that's when he had me suck his cock for a while....."

"With your tights still on?"

"Yes, Slave....."

It was about this time when Mistress's friend arrived.....leaving slave in the lurch for the rest of the details through dinner.  Ouch.

At home, once we settled into bed, Mistress shared a little more."

"Well there was some conventional missionary fucking Mistress....."

"Did that make you cum?"

"It did Slave....."

"And after he came once, we rested a bit  ..... talked...... but it wasn't long before he was telling me to suck his cock some more..... and ride it....."

"I guess that's the benefit of a guy in his 40's Mistress....."

"I suppose so, Slave."

No wonder Mistress was a little tuckered last night.

But that's not the end of her busy week. We are scheduled to leave here for a trip out west early Thursday morning. SO last night Mistress filled me in on her schedule until then....

"Jay wants to take me to dinner tomorrow night, Slave.... and then back to his place for a while....but I won't be too late.....  But that means another cage day for you...."

"Yes, Mistress....."

Looks like slave better get his own fun in this morning.

Mistress Prepares for Her Lunch Time Lover

Slave made it back safely from my day long east coast trip on Saturday. Mistress lovingly picked me up at the airport, and we luxuriated in our empty nest for a long, lazy Sunday afternoon. Rest assured there was some robust Sunday morning sex in the UCTMW executive suite. And Mistress received a few "bonus cums" through the day.

Example: with no one tramping up and down the stairs there was no reason why Mistress couldn't lounge in the couch sans undies as we watched some catch up TV Sunday evening. Nor was there any reason why slave could not use his roving digits to gently coax a couple of cums as we finished up watching the TV series Fargo, something that we had missed last season.

Unfortunately, Monday was a completely different story.  Mistress had one of those very early morning meetings. Out the door at 7:15 means no wake-up sex here. We aren't super heroes after all!
But what was particularly gauling for this old slave was seeing Mistress all decked out in her tights and winter boots with no opportunity to do a more complete examination, let alone worship. But at least I was able to grab this photo.

One of the slave tasks Mistress assigned on Sunday was a shopping assignment when I visited the grocery store. 

"Slave, will you pick up some cheese in case K is hungry when he stops by on Tuesday."

"Of course, Mistress...."

 I added cheese for K and Mistress to my list, under eggs and milk.

Did I mention that K, Mistress's side-side dish is stopping by today for a little lunch time diversion for Mistress. It's been since before Christmas that they've been able to get together. And based on the texting that Mistress described to me last week, his imagination has been roving wild over these last few weeks.  And I think it's fair to say that Mistress has also been looking forward to the younger lover who makes house calls.

As for me?

"Should I be wearing the cock cage today, Mistress?"

"Of course, slave....."

The hard steel ring is already on. Hopefully Mistress will be willing to enjoy it's effect on my cock before the lid is locked tight for the day.

What Women Want....

Slave spent most of the day driving our cute Co-Ed #2 to the east coast for her timely return to her "studies", which frees up her parents for a little more private fun in our (finally) empty nest. Now I'm sitting at the local airport, waiting for my flight back to the heartland.

Poor Mistress has to venture out into the night to pick me up! But she at least got spared the long drive, and unloading  all that dorm room stuffing from the car that our daughter gets to keep on campus this semester.

Of course, our very early departure this morning ruled out our typical wake up sex. And I have a feeling tonight may be a little lean too. The most unfortunate part is that while Mistress had a breakfast date with her lover Jay this morning, his inability to find someone to watch his son foreclosed her chance for some "cat's away" play in my absence.

Poor Mistress. I wonder if she dusted off her favorite power tool?

At least Mistress has a session with her backbench lover K set up this coming week before the two of us head on Thursday for a ski break at our SW hideaway.

Of course, not everyone gets the cuckold dynamic, Jay least of all. But yesterday I came upon this article titled What Women Want... a Primer, which summarizes some research that seems to validate our own somewhat unusual lifestyle... with Mistress enjoying the privilege of the company of other men that catch her fancy.

The article, based on scientific and anthropological research suggests that the conventional wisdom that women long for a simple, monogamous, long term relationship where they can raise and nurture their children is a lot of malarkey.  I won't highlight all the points made ... read the article! But here are two highlights that relate to the cuckold dynamic:

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3. Monogamy turns women off.

After one to four years of monogamy, a woman's desire for her partner drops far more dramatically than a man's. (This effect is markedly reduced if the couple lives apart.) The once white-hot passion of early love often turns into muted, dutiful sex or trying to avoid sex altogether. One woman in the book described marital sex thus: “My body would respond, but the pleasure was like the pleasure of returning library books.”

5. A woman's desire is stoked by sex with strangers, not a devoted soul mate.

Women like novelty. They like it in pornography, in their sexual encounters and in lovers. A sexually sated female scorpion (smoking her tiny scorpion cigarette) will not want to have sex with the same scorpion until 48 hours later. But give her a sexy new scorpion lover and she's ready to go in an hour and half.  The matriarchal Mosuo tribe accommodates this desire by providing females with a flower room where they can privately receive their lovers. See also: Five Things We Know About Societies Run By Women. In other words, that book Porn for Women featuring pictures of men doing housework is not only a tired one-joke premise, but crap biologically as well.

So the research that this article references coincides precisely with Slave's contractual agreement  to let Mistress "step out" from time to time and enjoy the company of "strangers", as well as my "ready steady" marital ministrations. If Mistress has a little extra spring in her step, or sway to her hips, when she contemplates an afternoon with a younger or more athletic lover, or if her mind drifts off to her last "workout" with Jay when slave tends to her clean shaven folds, she's just following her natural instincts, rather than repressing them.

Of course, none of this explains why Slave gets an erotic thrill of his own when she shares the details of her sexcapades, or shares her upcoming plans.

I guess that's the subject for a separate dissertation. 

Post Script:

Slave made it home safely last night from my east coast odyssey. Mistress confirmed that she used her power tool as a replacement for my conjugual ministrations yesterday morning.  Should I be worried? Machines are so much more efficient!

NNT- Mistress's Drops By In Her Special Tights

Slave's sad 48 hours of abstinence came to a satisfying end here on Wednesday morning. Mistress was very indulgent. . .. The only thing that threw a wrinkle into the festivities was when a particularly soft passage of the concerto playing on our radio, to mask the sounds of our furtive couplings from the nosy Co-Ed on the other side of our bedroom wall, coincided with Slave reaching his own more robust crescendo.

As I was about to ask for permission to cum, it seemed like the music disappeared all together....

"what happened to the music, Mistress?" I whispered.

"Just go for it quietly Slave....."

Slave always follows orders.

Once the dust settled it was off to our busy workdays.  But the bonus was that Mistress had set up a drink downtown with a work colleague from her past (a guy, but it was not that type of 'date'). This allowed her to slink into my office at around 4 pm for some pre-cocktail 'refreshment' that only a skilled and devoted slave can provide.

She had on a cute black dress and leather jacket - one she had acquired during our trip to Paris - and some black tights and boots to match.

And a special treat for slave....

"I wore my special tights, slave....."

All she had to do was sit on her throne and spread those strong and muscular thighs to give her slave access to those tempting clean shaven folds.

The rest was up to me.

Pent Up Demand

Mistress is clearly missing the sexual variety that she has come to enjoy with the benefits of our empty nest and the cuckolding privilege provided in our contract.

Yesterday morning she had one of those very early business engagements, which meant there was no wake-up sex in the UCTMW Executive Suite, adding to  both of our frustration.   But when we checked in later in the day, she reported some scheduling developments for next week - once our daughter is back at college. It seems like there is light at the end of this tunnel.

"I was in touch with K today Slave.... he wants to stop by next week for a little mid-day rendezvous...."

(K, as frequent readers know,  is Mistress's back-up lover. They don't get together as often as  she does with Jay. But he does make house calls, which is certainly an advantage to a busy Mistress).

"I suspect there is some pent up demand on his part too, Mistress.... it's been a while since he's had a chance to enjoy you...."

"So it seems Mistress. After we agreed to meet he starting sending me all these sext messages.... I'll tell you more later...."

Well that piqued my interest, as you can imagine.

Later, when we had a little more time to talk, she filled in some details.

"He was spinning out this scenario where he demands that I strip in front of him .... then I have to undress him.... then there is some cock sucking, and a few other things Slave......"

"Sounds like he's been thinking about you Mistress, developing some plans...."

"He seems to have worked up quite a little fantasy, Slave....."

"Sounds like something you'd be more than happy to convert to reality, Mistress...."

"I think I could fill that role.... but he worked you into it too, Slave....."

"Oh, really?"

"After he takes me once, he has you come in and clean me up Slave.... with your tongue of course...."

"Of course....."

"And watching you perform those clean up duties makes him hard again, so there's a 2nd round of fucking....."

"I'd be happy to be of service, Mistress....."

"I told him you would be more than happy to help out, SLave....."

Of course contemplating all this cuckolding had a certain impact on Slave..... and while Mistress had some worship last night when we got home from a dinner with my daughter and cute grand kids, Slave's own pleasure was deferred until this morning.

Since slave experienced an unscheduled abstinence day,  there is a little pent up demand to be met here this morning too.

(Too Much)Togetherness

Mistress and Slave are grinding our teeth and other body parts as we patiently await the restoration of the empty nest here in River City.  For reasons that appear to relate to the bottom line, Institutions of higher education have gone to schedules which seem to suspend education for 6-7 weeks between the holidays and the end of January, giving them a chance to sell "winter term" classes, charge even more for room and board, and, as a consequence, leaving too many kids with too much time on their hands.

Our older daughter is taking a class on her campus this month. But cute Co-Ed #2 is hanging out here, taking up space, emptying our larder and cramping our sexy stylings in a big way.  And apparently she's developed a taste for red wine and high end designer beers with all that overseas travel.

Just staying at home can be expensive for Mom and Dad when that's the way you roll.

We have adapted as best we can, playing music to mask the sound of our furtive wake up sex.  But I am now counting the hours before I deliver her to her east coast campus on Saturday. I haven't looked forward to an 8 hour car ride this much in a very long time!

Plus she seems particularly nosey this month.

"She's always asking me who I'm texting Slave....."

"That can cramp the style of any cuckoldress, can't it, Mistress?"

Her constant presence has made it hard for Mistress to chat with her lover Jay, which can tamp the fires of any side dish romance. And it's prevented her from scheduling a little noon time diversion with her back-up lover, K.

On Saturday night we went to a movie and stopped for a drink at a local bar just as an excuse to get out of the house and away from our monitor.

And we've been lingering downstairs, watching some TV to blunt her criticism that we spend too much time in bed. (Which by the way is where she seems to be camped out most of the day).

We have caught this new show on HBO called "Togetherness" about a 30-ish married couple dealing with a sexual malaise in their marriage. It's sort of a cable channel sitcom with at least enough sexual content to make it R rated. And it's tossed in just a little kink in the first two episodes that raised our eyebrows.

In episode 1, the husband catches his wife in bed masturbating with her vibrator, and with clothes pins clipped onto  her nipples that the husband was able to see poking over the sheets. It reminded us of that long lost blogger Sin and the depredations she would engage in at the direction of her long distance Dom. Of course in this case, the happy ending was aborted amidst embarrassment and the husband's disbelief.

In episode 2, the wife decides to rekindle the spark by taking on a Domme-ish tone, dressing in a slutty black dress and hose, and ordering her husband to strip in front of her when he gets home from work. But naturally the horny husband fucks up the mood by questioning what's going on, and asking for a banana, rather than simply going with the flow. A spanking scene goes awry when she accidentally clips his balls with her palm. You come away agreeing with her when she says "Don't be a pussy!" Sadly, no one scores.

I'm not sure that anyone ever gets a happy ending on this show. Maybe Mistress and Slave need to be recruited to make a cameo appearance and get this couple on the right track.

It's sad isn't in when a sex blog has to resort to reviewing HBO shows for fresh material.  Even more reason to restore our empty nest!

Lunch Flirt

Mistress gave me a call yesterday after a lunch meeting arranged by a colleague. All slave knew in advance about her lunch companion  was that 1) it was a man who works for that giant consumer products company that calls River City home; and 2) her colleague thought the two of them might be able to brain storm on some potential business opportunities for their mutual benefit.  It was sort of a blind business date.

Of course, this was no big deal for slave. Mistress has frequent lunch meetings with guys; and after all she has "permission", doesn't she?  I did note that she was pretty hotly dressed yesterday morning: all decked out in her black tights and boots, and a black leather jacket to complement her Domme-ly look.

Any guy with a bit of testosterone running through his veins would look more than once.

But Mistress surprised me when she told me how things went at her lunch.

"He was a shameless flirt, slave..... plus he's only about 26.... way too young for me."

"How do you mean? How was he flirting?"

(Slaves can be a little sense....)

"Oh, just his tone....body language.....he was all over it....."

"What is it about the folks at that company, Mistress?"

(Mistress hooked up in one way or another with several of its male employees in her AM days, and turned down several more . . . only one of them turned out to be a keeper....)

"Not sure slave..... do you think they train them in this form of 'communications' ?"

"Or maybe their much touted psychological screening of recruits.... all those tests they give..... do they seek out the seductive types.... if they can get your panties off, they can get you to buy their laundry detergent too?"

Mistress seemed more amused than intrigued by this guy. Even a healthy Cougar has to question jumping into a hot affair with a guy who is nearly 25 years younger.

"I'm not sure he'd know what to do with you Mistress....", was my take.

"I doubt he would, Slave.... and I'm not into providing on the job training."

But Slave was certainly amused, and not a little turned on by it all. After all my cuckold gene likes it when my wife gets hit on by some young stud. I made sure to provide ample worship last night before whipping up dinner, with "All Things Considered" on the radio to mask the sounds of Mistress's heavy breathing and squelched moans of carnal delight.

But Mistress's lover Jay apparently had a completely different take when he heard about Mistress's Lunch Flirt.

"I told Jay about it and he was kind of pissed..... "why are you telling me this?" was his response."

Jay clearly has that Alpha thing going, doesn't he?

Mistress Helps Celebrate National Championship

Mistress has been shadowed for more than a week now by our cute Co-Ed, who has clung to her side most days and evenings since she returned from the Continent.  There have been trips to re-stock for her dorm, trips to spinning class, lunches out and dinners at home.  And when we finally get some time to hide out by ourselves in her Executive Suite, we need to crank up the radio to mask the sounds of our furtive couplings, because her room is right next to ours.

So much for empty nests. And we have another 10 days of this to cope with.

So I suspect Mistress was greatly relieved yesterday when she had a chance to slide away from her motherly tasks and join Jay at his house for some not so furtive couplings.

Mistress went off the radar screen at around 11:30 am and re-emerged with a phone call to me at around 3 pm. Her tone of voice brought to mind what must have been a smug and well fucked visage on her face....

"It was epic, Slave....."

"Glad to hear it Mistress.... you deserved a good, loud fucking.  And I bet he was still in a very good mood after Monday night...."

(Jay was a Buckeye jock himself more than a few years ago.)

"He was in a very good mood slave.  And he's in such good shape these days .... I mean he was picking me up and fucking me at the same time....."

Wow.   Super-Cuckolder.....

Once we got home I focused on whipping up some dinner for our cute Co-Ed - some crusty Mac and Cheese that she likes. And Mistress caught up on her emails.  But she took some time to whisper some of the smuttier details of her afternoon adventure as I labored over the stove.

'I swear, slave.... it went on for an hour and a half....There was a lot of time devoted to oral....."

"Do you like sucking that cock, Mistress....."

"Oh yes, slave..... he says I do it very well....."

"I can vouch for that, Mistress....."

"And of course he likes doing that to me too..... he says he could do it forever...."

Such a tease.

After dinner, Slave was given the opportunity to top Mistress's day off with some oral attention of my own.... quietly coaxing one more cum out of her well used clean shaven folds before we both dozed off.  I knew it would be asking too much to expect to fuck her myself after that full body work out with her lover. 

But today's another day, isn't it?

Heartland Juggernaut

Last night the college football team from our incredibly flat state capitol won  some sort of football game down in Texas. The only thing missing was Chris Christie bouncing around in a vivid, and overly tight sweater.

Of course, some folks around here are fans of the mighty Buckeyes. And some of us with other alma maters who pay taxes here  are seething in resentment at their sudden success under the highest paid public employee in the state.

Some will turn this into a morality tale: stolid midwestern values defeating the team from a state that legalizes marijuana, gay marriage and assisted suicide, and prefers streetcars to mini-vans. But I suspect it has more to do with the bovine growth hormones ingested by the Buckeyes' offensive and defensive linemen.

One of the happiest guys in town this morning will be Jay, Mistress's lover. He attended THE Ohio State University. No doubt he was up late last night celebrating his team's triumph over the Ducks. Let's hope he wasn't tear gassed like these other die hard Buckeye fans last night. And while Mistress has not been as available to him by phone these last few days because our daughter is in town and doing her hover close to Mommy thing, I understand she has arranged to break away for a lunch time "meeting" with him tomorrow.

I suspect he will be in a triumphalist mood! No doubt Mistress will get the full benefit of his enthusiasm.

Brrrrrrrrrrr!

River City is in a deep freeze this week.  Sub zero temperatures at night. teens and a brisk chilling wind in the afternoon.

We love our old house, but it's perched on a hill, and the old windows and rock walls are drafty. Our "furnace" is hardly engineered to deal with the cold and pump heat up two stories to Mistress's executive suite.

So Mistress and Slave are all swaddled up at bed time - Mistress in her "peek-a-boo" tights, and Slave in a sweatshirt and my running tights.   Not exactly romantic, but better than freezing .....

To add to the chill, our cute Co-Ed (#2) is home from Paris (just in time I might add, avoiding the terror chaos by just a day), and her room is just through a very thin wall.

To remind us of the close quarters, she mentioned that "you know, I can hear everything that your saying in there....."

Now that's enough to through a damper on Mistress's and Slave's typical sex life.

Our routine has settled into cranking up the classical music on the radio in the morning, hoping that Brahms or Beethoven will somwhow mask the sounds of our furtive couplings.

Last night we escaped to a movie, where at least the temperature was above 60 degrees. Showing was Inherent Vice, a stoner/noir detective flic set in California in 1970. It had a meandering narrative and muddled plot that gave Joaquin Phoenix a chance to grow bushy sideburns,   roll joints and drive around LA in a beat up 1966 Dodge Dart.

But there was a rather compelling sex scene involving a spanking of one very nude Katherine Waterson, that got the attention of both Mistress and Slave.

We discussed the scene as we walked up in the sub zero windchill.

"That was pretty hot, Mistress...."

"It was Slave...."

"And what about those nipples.... I've never seen any that large...."

"Really, Slave.... I thought you liked big nipples...."

"I like your nipples Mistress, and those seemed almost two big to be true.... do you think they were prosthetic nipples?"

Mistress expressed no opinions on whether those nipples were falsies.  (I found this image of Ms. Waterson in Boardwalk Empire, and I'm wondering whether those are the same nipples we saw in last night's movie - can women do to their nipples what they do to their lips?)

But I am looking forward to our daughter leaving the house just long enough to re-enact that spanking scene.

Long and Raucous Lunch Break for Mistress

One of the advantages of self-employment is a certain inherent flexibility in scheduling. Mistress fully exploited the privilege of giving herself a longer than usual lunch break yesterday afternoon, after our dusting of snow failed to close schools in River City.

That left Jay (also self-employed) home alone for Mistress to drop by with some high protein lunch provisions.

When Slave got home from a long day of dispute resolution, she came to the door to greet me with a kiss, and I could not help but notice that "well fucked" spring in her step.

"It was good to see Jay, Slave..... we had some great sex....", she told me that naughty smile on her face.

That was good news, of course. It had been a few weeks since their last get together, and I could see the two co-conspirators in cuckoldry being a little rusty as they reacquainted themselves with one another's bodies. But I suspect pent up demand more than made up for any "rust".  Muscle memory is an amazing thing, after all.

We adjourned to our bedroom for some pre-dinner R&R. I knew that she would be in no mood to allow her slave to fuck her after all that mid-day activity - a body needs to recover after all - but I was pleased to provide a gentle tongue massage for those well utilized clean shaven folds.

As I ministered to her, she gave me a brief update.

"It was pretty raucous, slave.  He likes to fuck me with me lying on the side of the bed, legs up, and him standing.  He's really in great shape right now -- very buff."

As Mistress deserves, don't you think?

"ANd there was some cock riding too, with plenty of oral thrown in there."

It was hard not to imagine Mistress sucking Jay's cock as I tended to her gently with my own tongue.

"Can you taste anything unusual down there, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress..... it's definitely a little different, two sets of fluids mingling ....."

Yum.

Now slave has his own set of pent up demands to deal with, hopefully this morning before Mistress heads to that early spinning class.

Snow Day or Cage Day?

With our long holiday over, Mistress and Slave are slowly getting back into a kinkier groove, though there are some impediments on the horizon.

For one: today's 2-3 inches of snow may throw a wrench into some plans Mistress had with her lover Jay.

Last night, when I noticed some extra grocery items in the fridge - in particular a package of smoked salmon - she said she had picked it up for some lunch at Jay's house today (Tuesday). Obviously, that would not be the only "tasty" thing on the lunch time menu, if I know Mistress.  She even made it clear that it would be a cage day for me, while she was enjoying some time with her lover.

But as snow became more likely, the text traffic between her and Jay suggested a problem.

"If school's cancelled, his son will be home, and our lunch will be off, Slave."

You could tell she as a little let down.

After all, it's been a while since she's partaken of Jay's more athletic sexual stylings. There is an itch that needs to be scratched, and hard as I might try (or get), her slave is not the one to scratch it.

Another problem is that our younger cute Co-Ed is headed back tomorrow from her overseas "studies". So our empty nest window will be sliding closed for about 2 weeks before she heads back to the eat coast for her next semester.  This presents a problem for Mistress getting together with her "back bench" lover, K.

"K got in touch yesterday Slave..... he says he really wants to see me, but I told him it would be a problem for him to stop by for a while because (our daughter) will be here....."

"Oops.  I guess he should have struck while the nest was empty, Mistress...."

"He wanted to know if we couldn't get her to leave the house for a while someday, so he could pop over at lunch time...., but I told him that might be hard to arrange, or make sure that she didn't show up earlier than planned...."

I suppose this could be another cuck/slave duty.... make sure that our daughter is out of the house long enough for Mom to have some hot sex with a back-up lover?

A long Daddy daughter lunch?

Take her to a matinee?

Take your daughter to work day?

I guess we'll have to think about how to pull this off.

A Slave/Cuck's job is never done, is it?

Is Kink Good for Your Mental Health?

Mistress and Slave have been back to the grind here in River City for 3 full days now, getting used to the crappy grocery stores and boring restaurants of the heartland, and slowly adjusting our body clocks to the schedule here.

The only highlight has been my introduction to a lovely new granddaughter that arrived just before Christmas, and while we were Euro-side. Having met her, we'd be more than happy to move on to our next holiday.... but, alas..... that won't be for a while. Work and clients are in our face, and we are in no mood to get out and socialize. So it's been a weekend at home, with the typical visits with aging Moms thrown in.

Fortunately, we were able to put aside all of our familial duties by around 3:30 pm yesterday, giving us time for a late afternoon nap on a rainy Saturday, and a nice "2-a-day" session in the sack before dinner time. It seems that jet lag has not interfered with the mechanics of copulation!

Mistress may be stopping over at her lover Jay's house this afternoon, while slave watches what will likely be another early exit from the NFL play-offs by our Pussycats who never seem to get over the hump in the post-season. But since his son will likely be home, she may have to defer her Jay "fix" until later in the week.

Poor girl.

A hard cock and body deferred is a hard cock and body denied!


But despite my whining, we're doing well here at the UCTMW World HQ, and maybe it's because those of us who dabble in BDSM have an edge when it comes to mental health. At least that's what a recent study that Mistress pointed out to me reports.  (Here is the link to the article in the Huffington Post. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/05/bdsm-better-mental-health-study_n_3390676.html)

The study, which was published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine in May, surveyed 902 people who practice BDSM and 434 people who prefer so-called "vanilla" (non-kinky) sex. Each person filled out questionnaires regarding their personalities, general well-being, sensitivity to rejection and style of attachment in relationships. The participants were not aware of the purpose of the study.

Despite past assumptions that BDSM proclivities might be correlated with previous abuse, rape or mental disorders (research has shown that they're not), this survey found that kinky people actually scored better on many indicators of mental health than those who didn't practice BDSM, reported LiveScience. According to Reuters, BDSM-friendly participants were found to be less neurotic, more open, more aware of and sensitive to rejection, more secure in their relationships and have better overall well-being.

Andreas Wismeijer, a psychologist at Nyenrode Business University in the Netherlands and the lead author on the study, told LiveScience that people involved in the BDSM community may have scored better on these surveys because they tend to be more aware of and communicative about their sexual desires, or because they have done some "hard psychological work" to accept and live with sexual needs that are beyond the scope of what is often considered socially acceptable to discuss in the mainstream.

I suspect there is some truth to the hypothesis that those of us who kink-up our sex lives are a tad more communicative about, and insistent upon communicating our sexual needs and getting them fulfilled. Certainly Mistress has been known to tell her Slave when somlleagues have when they confront a new work week, isn't it?

But feel free to share any insights you may have on why those of us into BDSM may have sunnier lives than all those vanillas out there.
e much needed worship is in order.

And to the extent that more sex makes one more happy, well I suspect we certainly have a whole lot more than the "typical" old married couple.

If anything, worrying about whether Mistress wants me to wear the cock cage to work on a Monday morning is a much more "first world" problem than a lot of my colleagues have when they confront a new work week, isn't it?

But feel free to share any insights you may have on why those of us into BDSM may have sunnier lives than all those vanillas out there.

Our Western Correspondent - Dazed and Confused in Colorado

While we were visiting Amsterdam with the two Dommes in training, it was hard to avoid a stop at one of those ubiquitous “coffee shops”, where the locals dispense marijuana and hashish to (mostly) tourists, like us, who follow the Rick Steves “must do in Amsterdam" bucket list.

Fortunately, we fell upon a neighborhood shop that was pretty laid back, and where the proprietress was  welcoming, spoke good English (as everyone there seems to do) and was happy to ease our way into the experience. She even suggested a low budget 3 Euro joint as a starter. It was probably more embarrassing for our kids to watch their boring parents “toke up” than it was for us to “try out” this experience for the “first time” in  front of them. In any event, it was a pleasant night cap after a fun dinner at a cute little Nether-French restaurant. 

By coincidence, we then got this dispatch from our over paid and underworked Western Correspondent on the experience in his hometown after a year of legal pot:

Mick, Here is my long awaited report on the anniversary of legal pot here in the Mile High State 

It has truly been  a very very cool thing here in Colorado

Law enforcement hates it

No more easy arrests of poor people...

Black people

Young persons 

Homeless

And our Governor has shown no particular support for the law

But by and large nothing has changed for the worse 

No particular increase DUI Pot arrest's    

No increase in traffic accidents

No "crazy potheads killing the peeps"

Actually I have seen no difference at all

Except 

It is so cool to be able to walk in and buy some recreational pot

The REC dispensaries are very well regulated

You must show an ID

Because you must be 21 to buy and out of state peeps can buy less the Colorado residents

Tourism is up

As are tax revenues 

Every tourist I meet wants to know all about it

And where can we buy some!

We have many conventions here in our city

Many of the visiting  conventioneers  want to go the the pots shops first

Presumably to be able  to listen to the boring speeches at the convention.....

Many of the shops are very high end with "fancy stores" marble and such.....

Many peeps are bring their families her for medical treatment

Crime is down

The edibles are great

Cost is coming down 

They even teach cooking schools using pot in Aspen...... with a famous chef

Truth is

It makes a mockery of the 

WAR ON DRUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winston Churchill once said

Americans always get it right

After they have exhausted  every other possible alternative  .......

So true....

So my take is

Although it will take years 

Our national policy of throwing people in jail for wanting to get high

Will end in my lifetime

And our national shame of having the highest incarnation rate is the world will end

We have tried every other alternative ...............

Shame on us

The still sad

But hopeful 

WC

Happy New Year from the UCTMW Media Empire

Mistress and Slave celebrated New Year's in River City last evening, not long after the new year arrived in Paris: in other words we went to bed very early, in our (finally) empty nest, after that long flight back from France.

Our cute Co-Ed (the older one) had surely had enough of shared space with her parents after two weeks on the road. She showered, grabbed that bottle of champagne she bought duty free at CDG, and headed back to her campus to celebrate with folks her own age.

Smart girl.  Of course, our other daughter remained in Paris for another 6 days to complete her "studies". Of course, Her classes apparently ended about 2 weeks ago, but, quite frankly, I'm not asking questions.

That left, Mistress and Slave home alone!

We celebrated by taking a shower together, sharing a little restful nap, and engaging in some nookie without having to squelch the volume for a change.

Mistress seemed to relish riding Slave's cock, and I was able to muster enough energy despite the jet lag and time change, to ring in the new year right, with permission given at almost exactly the time the Eiffel tower started flashing at midnight in Paris. 

Va Va Voom!

We certainly enjoyed our long and lazy European holiday. Riding the metro. Taking the high speed trains. Wallowing in all the goodies from the Patisseries and Bakeries. Walking down all those narrow historic lanes filled with holiday shoppers. And all those tasty meal together.

But this old slave is the type of guy who appreciates getting home to my own bed, and the enhanced privacy that entails.

And while the New Year brings the demand of hunkering back to work for both of us, let's hope we and all of our devoted readers have some kinky adventures in the year to come.

I know Mistress is already plotting when she can get together with her lover Jay for some of that "athletic" sex they enjoy.

It's important for all of us to have something to look forward to in the New Year, isn't it?