Cyber Security Breach

Mistress and slave had a pretty laid back weekend here in River City. We had plenty of sex - two a day Saturday, and the deployment of Mistress's favorite power tool Sunday morning as a special sexual condiment.

Mistress indulged her slave on Saturday night.

Rather than a night on the town, Mistress allowed her slave to stay home and watch his alma mater take on the college basketball equivalent of the DeathStar. Sadly, my team sputtered out in the final seconds, succumbing to the superior height and athletic skills of "student athletes" who will be headed to the NBA rather than calculus class once the tournament ends. The consolation prize for my guys is that they will at least end up with college degrees. 

Our idyllic weekend ran into a wrinkle Sunday afternoon, when Mistress's mother - the Dowager Domme - mentioned in a phone call that she was "getting your emails".

Huh?

She even quoted a few emails between Mistress and her sister, and another friend, which contained some not un-typical grumbling about the Dowager Domme's indulgent shopping habits and sometimes authoritarian familial management style.

Mistress immediately wondered who else was getting her emails, which involve both her business and (very) personal stuff.

As the UCTMW Chief Technology Officer, I immediately went into trouble shooting mode.

"What device was she using?"

"Her Apple laptop...."

'Where is she accessing your emails on her computer...."

"She says there is a little icon on her screen, and when she clicks on it my emails show up....."

"Hmmmm..... Have you ever used her computer to log into your emails account?"

"....Oh Shit....yes..... at her office once. She needed me to check on something....so I used her computer...."

I suggested that Mistress tell her nosy Mom to slide said icon into her trash, and then delete her trash.

She said she would.  But .... would she really do it, or keep her "back door" open into her daughter's world?

And what else might she have seen?

Thus began Mistress's damage control phase of this operation.

First she checked to see if any of those smutty emails between her and an MD who works with her Mother were still in her account.

"Thank God, slave. I must have deleted those."

"Good. But what about the WC? Or your other lovers?"

She went back to her account. Sure enough lots of smutty exchanges between her and the WC from a few years back. She clicked on one. A photo of a certain cock in its cage pops up....I didn't bother to ask why Mistress was sharing my caged cock with the WC.....Oops.  Did Dowager Domme nose her way into that? Or to those photos of Mistress clean shaven folds and special occasion cocks that she and the WC were known to exchange, back in the days of their cyber taunts and teasing?

"Let's hope she wasn't that curious, Mistress....."

Her CTO quickly suggested another remedy.

"Let's change your password..... then even if she doesn't delete her back door, she won't be able to pry it open again....

After some more scrambling, we successfully altered the keys to Mistress's secret stash of cock shots de jour.

In the meantime, Mistress was contemplating whether to tell her sister that the Dowager Domme was now privy to their sibling grumblings. And Slave was wondering whether to send a letter to some advice columnist about what you do when your Mother-in-law snoops into your wife's email account.

For once, Mistress was feeling a little sisterhood with Hillary Clinton.

"Maybe you need your own private server like her and Bill, Mistress."

In my day, all I had to worry about was whether my mom was picking up the phone and listening to my romantic discourse with a home town honey.

Now you have to worry about Mom hijacking your email account?

Where will it end?

Cum Counting

Mistress and Slave hit the ground running here in River City after our lascivious "spring break" at our SW hideaway. We both had a lot of work to catch up with, and clients with pent up demand for our attention. And then there was Mistress's lover Jay.

"I think he missed me Slave...."

They had a (sadly) nookie free lunch on Thursday, just to catch up, but I understand they have some more intimate plans to get together next week.

But don't feel too sorry for us.  We have been able to make time for some robust wake-up sex these last few days, and Mistress enjoyed some end of work day worship last night before Slave whipped up dinner.

This brings me to the primary topic of today's blog, a posting by Terri over at "A Married Sissy Cuckold".  Terri has an assigned task everyday: to update a log of orgasms for himself and his dominant wife Diane that he shares with Diane and her lover Paul.  Of course, since Terri spends a lot more time on his chastity device than this pampered house slave, he lags far behind Diane. But what seemed odd to me was that Diane had only 14 orgasms in the prior 21 days according to one of Terri's recent posts.

It made me wonder if Paul was placing some restrictions on Diane's orgasms that Terri had not mentioned in earlier blogs about their cuckoldry.  It's something that Mistress and I have engaged in a little fantasy discussion about in the past. And I can remember a few times, back when Mistress and the WC had their cyber/phone sex thing going,  when the WC would impose a 24 hour or so orgasm moratorium on Mistress in advance of one of their "dates". It was actually pretty hot, particularly if Mistress allowed me to take my own pleasure in those clean shaven folds, while saying "now don't make me cum, Slave...."

But with those rare exceptions, Mistress is a veritable orgasm machine, as Terri suggests in his blog.
It's usually two a day for her: wake up sex in the morning, and maybe an evening or afternoon copulation or worship, depending on Slave's own energy level and Mistress's desires. 

Of courses there are occasional exceptions.  I probably earned a punishment on Thursday when I forgot to offer to worship at the end of the workday.  (In my defense, I must mention that at the end of the day Thursday, Mistress did mention she was hungry, so my "kitchen slave" instincts kicked in more quickly than usual). Once in a while there may be a business trip or very early engagement that will disrupt our routine. As an example,  every other Monday morning, Mistress has an 8 am meeting out in the ex-urbs that requires her to get up way too early.

Or there may be a business trip one of us takes. On those occasions Mistress may have to resort to her power tool. Or lover Jay, or a "side-dish" like K.

As I say, Mistress makes sure to take good care of those carnal urges. A day without an orgasm is a wasted day, after all.

Use 'em or lose 'em.

In Terri's blog he mentioned that Diane has a job which can sometimes interfere with regular cumming.

Mistress giggled at that ---

"Hey, I work too, Slave."

That she does. And part of my job as her devoted slave is to offer some "relaxation therapy" to a hard working Mistress at the end of each busy work day.

Terri, it may be time to pick up your game.....

Meanwhile, Back In River City

Sadly, the sun set on our 2015 ski season Tuesday.

It was one of those seasons where we somehow caught the good weather karma, avoiding the bitter cold that sometimes descends for a week or two on our favorite ski hill.  Instead we got plenty of sun, and a tad of slush in this last week of our season.

After we took our daily quota of runs, we headed back to our hideaway, giving Mistress a final afternoon of intense high desert sunshine before our return to the soggy heartland.

Fortunately, there was plenty of time left after Mistress's sun session for a nap, and then the last of our holiday "two-a-days". After I had a chance to worship Mistress's clean shaven folds, she exercised her right to have a little more fun.

"I'm going to ride my cock now, Slave...."

And ride she did, to at least one more cum before her loyal Slave took his own pleasure.

That evening we drove back up the mountain for a lively music session, where locals and out-of-towners mingled in an ageless old rathskellar, dancing their Tuesday night away. It was a great way for us to cling to the fading ski season for one last night.

On the plane ride home yesterday, we resignedly made plans for a few months of heartland dreary. At least the temperatures have finally warmed, the gray remnants of all that snow finally seem to have melted, and there were some flowers poking up through our brown yard when we pulled into the drive.

And Mistress at least has the arms of her lover Jay to console her.

"Jay seems happy I'm headed home Slave....when I texted that I was heading East he asked 'when are you going to come see me?'"

So at least there are some benefits in re-establishing our hometown routines.

Sun Addict

After another idyllic day on sun drenched slopes, Slave dropped Mistress off at our house, then drove into town to pick up some provisions for dinners at home for our last two nights here. Although there are some lovely local restaurants, we did lots of that when our daughter was here. And there's nothing better than enjoying our dramatic sunset, enjoying a meal here together, then hunkering down in front of the fireplace.

I picked up a roasted chicken and some other goodies, and headed back to our little hideaway.  Guess who I found on our patio enjoying some late afternoon sun?

Free At Last

After dumping our daughter at the airport on Saturday, Mistress and Slave have indulged in some of the activities that only an "empty nest" allow.

First there was a lazy day hanging around Santa Fe, visiting a museum, wandering through that charming downtown and up Canyon Rd., at a leisurely pace, not at the forced march cadence that our "sweet" Co-Ed prefers, always striding 20 feet in front of her boring parents. Sometime the journey is more fun than the destination.

Back at our adobe hideaway on Sunday morning, we set our own schedule. Which included some unfiltered wake-up sex. Since it was our traditional "switch day", Slave dug out some soft towel strips, just long enough for binding Mistress to our bed.  Then Mistress's favorite power tool was deployed, and much cumming ensued.

Once the dust settled, Mistress gave her Slave the ultimate thumbs up.

"That was very good sex, Slave."

"Always happy to serve, Mistress."

After our ski day in bright sunshine, stripped of the overly filling and time killing lunch break our daughter always insists on, we were back at our hideaway by 3 pm or so, leaving time for Mistress to absord some high desert sunshine -- but without the cumbersome undies she was required to wear last week so as not to "shock" our daughter.

When I wandered out onto the patio with a snack, Mistress was already stretched out naked, languishing  in the sun.

"You're nakers, Mistress!"

"Have a problem with that, Slave....?"

Hardly.

Re-Booting Spring Break

Here at our SW hideaway today makes the end of spring break with surly Co-Ed and the beginning of a 4 day vacation for Mistress and Slave before heading back to River City. We drop our "little darling" off at the airport around 11 am today, and I suspect their will be a high five as we see her safely enter the terminal, ever present ear buds in place, headed back to campus.

What a bummer we couldn't find her a convenient flight on Sunday! (Not!)

Actually, she was better behaved on this trip than spring break 2012, which almost had Slave building a catapult to send her back to campus early.

Of course, now that she's 21, she can indulge over dinner or at lunch. Maybe that has mellowed her? It's good to see that she's developed a good taste for wine and higher end gin to mix with her tonic when Daddy is picking up the tab. But she still has a tendency to be disputatious, engaging in a form of conversation with her tedious and uninformed parents that the folks at Monty Python would have labeled "contradiction" rather than "argument" (if you are old enough to recall that bit).

Luckily, she does have a tendency to hole up in her "girl cave", streaming video over our rickety internet service, when we are not out skiing or dining. That has left Mistress and Slave some privacy for other more positive diversions (although sucking all that bandwidth makes it almost impossible to send a lowly work email). The last two mornings Mistress did some rather enthusiastic cock riding. Hopefully our cute Co-Ed could not hear her mother's moans of ecstasy at the other end of the house.

Meanwhile, back in River City, the town is all a twitter over the premier Sunday evening of that new A&E show about the "swingers next door", called "Neighbors with Benefits".

Here is a recent news report:

Hamilton Township Police Chief Jon Wheeler told trustees Wednesday that residents can expect to see additional patrols in the Thornton Grove community in the coming weeks due to the debut of A&E's new series "Neighbors with Benefits."

Wheeler said he's concerned that the show — which follows several local married couples who swap partners and engage in extramarital relationships — inaccurately portrays the 300-home community as a hotbed of out-and-proud swingers.

Wheeler said the patrols are intended to discourage gawkers and onlookers who may be drawn to the area by the program's depiction of the community as a veritable Peyton Place.

"They're kind of on the map now," he said. "The vast majority of people in this neighborhood just want to raise their families and have a nice quiet neighborhood."

Other news stories suggest that, in reality, there are so few local swingers in a community not previously known for "wild and crazy" that "cast members" for the show have to be bused in from as far as 200 miles away. 

If any of you watch the show Sunday night, let us know what you think. AS for Mistress and Slave, we may be too busy catching up for lost time.

Mistress Can't Resist

We have been enjoying time on the mountain, and with our sometimes grumpy and contrarian daughter here in the Southwest. The weather has been unusually warm - good for sunbathing in the yard - but a little hard on the snow.

Of course sometimes the close proximity of our college girl can get a little troublesome.

"I think I've called you "slave" a couple of times when she might have heard, slave...."

"Hopefully she had her ear buds on, or was too busy texting to pay attention. I mean, parents are boring, right?"

Then there was last night, at a local watering hole, where one of our favorite local performers holds court behind the piano (and mandolin and guitar) every Wednesday night.  It' the sort of place where people share tables, dance, and enjoy time with family, friends and strangers, who won't stay "strange" for long.

By the end of the evening we were chatting up a family - A Father-in-law, son-in-law and his cute young daughter at the adjoining table, in town for some spring skiing.  The older man - mid-50's or so, was some buff, gregarious, and apparently prosperous real estate developer from Tulsa, more than happy to talk about his many holding here, there and everywhere. And he was clearly focused on Mistress, who was, as always, the hottest babe in the room, dressed in a black dress, tights and cowboy boots, accented by some of her turquoise jewelry.

Mistress was clearly enjoying the flirt.... egging the guy on a bit with her engaging smile and questions about his art collection.... apparently they share a favorite local artist.

You could tell our cute Co-Ed was a little taken aback by all this, listening as this fellow boasted about his wealth and lifestyle to impress the hot babe in the black dress who happened to be her Mom.

Slave just sat back, nursed an IPA and enjoyed the music and relished watching Mistress have her fun with Mr. Real Estate Tycoon.

By the end of the evening, he was making sure he had our contact information. I gave him my card because Mistress was cardless, but I suspect it wasn't me he was thinking about when he said "you all need to fly out to Tulsa some weekend and I can show you the town!"

Afterwards, when our daughter was rolling her eyes about her mom spending so much time chatting up her latest admirer, Mistress chalked it up to "marketing".

"You never no where your next client will come from...."

Or cuckolder, for that matter.

Spring Comes to the Sangres

The WC asked the other day whether we still have snow on our ski mountain here up the road from our SW hideaway.  Thanks to a big dump in late February, there is still plenty of snow up top, though the bright sunshine and warm temperatures is starting to reduce the base from 82 inches a week ago to about 70 now....

So there is plenty left for us to enjoy for the next week or so.

But the big difference is down here on our patio, where it has seemed like summer this week. And as you might expect,   Mistress has fully exploited the change of season.

Here she was only a month ago, when the temps were colder, "sunning" in her black tights:

But yesterday afternoon, following several bracing hours on the slopes, Mistress stripped down for some sun, without the bed of snow that was there on our last trip:

Of course, the undies were a nod of discretion to our cute Co-Ed.

"If she wasn't here, Slave..... I would have ditched the undies too...."

By around 5 pm Mistress had enough sun, and we adjourned to our bed for a short "nap". And after 40 or so winks, we were able to keep our string of "two-a-days" alive for the 4th day in a row.

Mistress was particularly tasty as her Slave took a tour through those lush clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue, and she indulged me with an opportunity to take my own pleasure once I had done my job.

Who doesn't love spring?

Rising to the Occasion

Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway Friday evening, with cute co-ed #2 in tow.

We were a little surprised she wanted to spend spring break with her boring parents out here in the high desert. It certainly isn't anything that her Mom or Dad would have done back in their day -- "a week with the parents?  No way!" would have been our reaction.

While it's good to spend time with her, she does have a tendency to whine and argue a bit. One example: she gets annoyed that her parents post her photo on facebook, like when I took a shot of Domme and Domme in training in their ski costumes.

"You post so much!  I like to have some privacy! I don't want the world to know what I'm doing all the time"

Mistress tried to explain that we too have a zone of privacy.

"Believe me, dear.... we don't put everything we do on facebook!"

Of course, we didn't mention our other life, here at UCTMW, where boring Mom is a sexual super-hero, and annoying Dad is her clumsy if endearing sidekick.

Of course, with our daughter in the house things will have to be a little more furtive than we prefer. But so far we seem to be working around that. And it helps that her bedroom is on the other side of our little adobe hideaway.

Yesterday morning, we were able to get in some much needed wake-up sex, something that had been shelved on Friday due to an early flight.

Then, after a first day on the slopes, and some sunning on our patio, we adjourned to our bedroom for "nap time". Rest assured that Slave rose to the occasion and made sure that Mistress had something worth waking up to before we took our little Co-Ed out for dinner!

On the Road

Mistress and slave are hunkered down at DFW right now, grinding out some work, and waiting for our connecting flight to our SW hideaway.

As you can see, Mistress decided to grant a boon to her slave: wearing tights and a skirt to tease out tights season just a few more days, rather than sliding into some jeans for our journey.

I really am pampered, aren't I?

I realize we've been a little too busy and I forgot to post an "after action" report on Mistress's Wednesday afternoon rendezvous with her lover Jay.

He's been busy too, with some family and child care challenges, and work of his own. But it sounds they had a very "productive" use of their 90 minutes together.

"It was a lot of action packed into a small period of time Slave... He even fucked me up against the wall...."

Now that required some follow up question.

"How did that work, Mistress...."

"He had me stand on this little stool at first.... and then it just flowed from there..."

Needless to say, Mistress was pretty worn out at the end of the day, but she still agreed to go on a bike ride with me. Now that's a Mistress devoted to her Slave's well being.

Sadly, our early departure this morning precluded any wake-up nooky. So my chance to slide my hand along Mistress's strong and shapely tights' clad thighs is all the action I've had since Thursday morning.

With our daughter joining us on this trip, it may not be until after dark tonight that I finally get a chance to engage in anything more than longing looks and innocent fondles.

Hopefully I can make it that long!

RIP Tights Season

Mistress and her devoted slave have been hunkered down this week, working out tushes off to clear the decks for 10 days away at our southwest hideaway. It will be good to spend some time away on the slopes, even though here in the heartland we are relieved to finally be rid of that gritty snow that stuck around way too long.

The only downside of spring finally coming to River City is the demise of "tights season".  The extended chill catered to slave's fetish - Mistress in those soft and sexy black tights,with or without the convenient aperture at the conjunction of her thighs. It's all good.  And of course, slave can even be distracted by the occasional tighted non-Mistress strolling down the street in the "hustle and bustle" of our quaint "downtown".

Of course, Mistress has strict fashion rules about this sort of thing: once spring arrives, the tights are tucked back in the drawer, not to appear again until next November. [insert frowny face emoticon here]. So Slave better enjoy Mistress in her tights this week, clinging to those textures and memories, because when we get back from our little SW getaway, tights season will surely be over.

Someone else who will get to enjoy watching Mistress wriggle out of those black tights today is Jay, her lover.

Mistress filled me in on her plans last night.

"We found some time on our schedules today, Slave.... it will be quicker than we prefer, but Jay said he really wants to see me before we leave town."

I have a feeling Jay will be doing more than "seeing" Mistress this afternoon, even if their windown of opportunity will be all too brief.

Tuckered Temptress

When I got home from work yesterday evening, Mistress was tucked under the covers.

"I'm tired Slave....."

Apparently it had been a taxing day. Mistress seemed to be in that "rode hard, put away wet" state that follows an afternoon of excess, though nicely decorated in a  turquoise and black nighty I had gifted her for Christmas.

Yes, K had made it, as she had informed me via a very distracting text message when I was in a tedious lunch time meeting.

"So how did it go, Mistress?", I asked as I was shedding my work costume.

"It was good Slave.... very good..... if a little exhausting....he just never seems to stop...."

I took this  photo of Mistress as she lay before me, to share with our devoted readers, then descended to my knees, to worship at a well utilized altar of delight, while asking for a little more detail."

"After I got home from spinning and showered, I decided there was no point in getting dressed again.... she he was greeted at the door with me in this, Slave....", indicating said turquoise and black nighty, which scarcely covers Mistress's bottom.

"Hmmmm..... any undies, Mistress?"

"What would have been the point, Slave?"

"Was he pleased with your look, Mistress...."

"Oh yes.... he wondered if I traipsed around the house like this all the time...."

"I can vouch for that....."

"That's what I told him Slave..... he asked whether you got to grope me when I was so slightly covered...."

By now my wind was focused on him doing the groping, which I suspect happened right after the front door was closed.

"Did you tell him about how I get to access the folds while we watch TV, Mistress...."

"I think he got the message, Slave...."

Said folds were a bit salty, and warm from overuse, but I did my best to sooth Mistress to one final cum of the day, then settled next to her, knowing that it would be too taxing to expect anything more until morning for me. But I was still a bit curious about how things unwound here in our bed at lunch time.

"So what did you do, Mistress.... how long did all this go on?

"I'd say about an hour and fifteen, Slave.... he likes all those crazy positions... and spent a lot of time with his mouth on me too."

"And did you suck his cock, Mistress?"

"Well of course I did, Slave.... but not for too long.... he was so anxious to fuck me."

K is in his early 40's. So he "bounces back" faster than us old farts. Mistress confirmed that he came twice through the course of their "nooner", and Mistress clearly was feeling the effects of all that action, on top of her mid-week afternoon diversion with Jay.

"I think I need a pre-dinner Nap, Slave."

I completely understood.

Week Ending Treat

When it comes to cuckolding, it can be famine or feast.

Poor Mistress had gone several weeks without any sexual variety, relying instead on the ministrations of her lowly slave and his work-a-day cock.

Then the famine ended Wednesday with some epic and certainly more athletic sexual stylings with her lover Jay.

But wait. There's more.

Mistress informed me earlier this week that's she'd heard from K, her side-side dish. He seems to come and go, apparently waiting until his own need for a little but of Mistress's magic becomes unbearable.

"He was rolling out some interesting scenarios by text this week slave.... something about coming over here in the morning right after you're done fucking me.... I think he's into the concept of 'horny Molly who just can't get enough'...."

"Well there is some truth to that, Mistress...."

As it turns out, Mistress has invited K over for a little lunch time distraction today, after she goes to her morning spinning class. K may not get the "freshly fucked Molly". But I guess he could get the salty and tangy Molly if she doesn't take a shower first.

Meanwhile, Slave will be off at work, a bit distracted about what Mistress is up to back in our bed.

It is a good way to start the weekend.

"Epic" Cuckoldry

Slave was at work, my cock languishing in it's cage, when Mistress called from her car at around 3 pm. Out my window the snow had begun falling with a vengeance.

She got to the point quickly.

"It was epic, Slave."

Of course she was referring to her much delayed rendezvous with her lover, Jay. Fortunately, the snow had delayed just long enough for the two of them to squeeze in some "fun and games" before Jay's son's early dismissal from school. 

By the time I got home, the snow was falling hard, filling in the blank spaces in our yard where the snow had finally begun melting yesterday morning.

I found Mistress in bed, already in a sexy nighty. 

She'd had a busy day, after all.

She generously unlocked her slave's cage, springing me loose after a long day on lockdown. Then she directed me to get on task.  I was happy to kneel at the side of the bed, and use my lips and tongue to salve those well used clean shaven folds. But first I asked her to give me a "read out" on her lunch time adventures.

"Jay's so buff and fit these days, Slave.... so it was all a little wild.... him lifting me up, fucking me at the side of the bed, me riding his cock.... he thinks missionary style is kind of boring...."

"Variety is good for you Mistress....."

"It definitely is, Slave...."

As Mistress came to a kinder, gentler cum in response to my worship, she asked "do I taste differently, Slave?"

"Hmmmm..... definitely, Mistress.... a little creamier....it's obvious you've been up to something...."

"I suppose I have, Slave....."

Dear Mick and Molly . . .

It’s Wednesday again, and like last Wednesday, Slave is “cage ready” and Mistress is planning on some mid-day delight with her lover Jay.

Of course, last week things went awry. The heater repair guys dawdled, and poor Mistress was denied her the all access pass to her side dish, failing to break a long draught. She came home very frustrated.

Now, a week later,  both of their calendars have cleared again, but the weather report is ominous. It’s raining here now, but the doomsayers on the TV are predicting another big snow storm this afternoon.

Will Mistress make it to Jay’s?  

Will she get snowed in with him?

If so, will Slave be stuck in his cage overnight if the weather forces them to  go into overtime?

Tune in here in here tomorrow for an update.

But today’s blog is really about a chance for Slave to kibbitz on another one of those advice columnists who just doesn’t get it. You know the drill: silly request for sex advice, to which Mick and Molly provide a more frank and  nuanced response. This one comes from the Washington Post:

Q. Am I a Prude?: I’ve been married happily for more than a decade and my husband and I are in our 30s with young children. We have an active bedroom life, and work together to keep our relationship and love life intact. My husband likes sexting (what man doesn’t?) and I usually don’t. I have to be in the right mood for it, and usually during the day I’m busy with work, errands, etc. I’m uncomfortable sending pictures of myself or saying things I’m not really thinking or feeling. I do indulge when I’m in the right mood, but most of the time when he asks, I just don’t want to! Recently, in a text conversation, he hinted toward it, I changed the topic (my gentle letdown tactic), he asked outright, and I told him to stop pressuring me. He said he didn’t like being accused of pressuring me, and we argued. Is this something I should do as part of my “wifely duties” even though I don’t want to? Is there any way to feel less resentful about it?

Dear Sexted-a-lot:

Well this is one of those first world problems, isn’t it? 

You’re grumpy because your husband of more than a decade still pines for you so much that he wants to telegraph his lust for you , despite  the distractions of his busy work day.  Would you rather get his textual come-ons yourself, or have him discharge his sexual energy on some cutie at work? Maybe you’d prefer him wanking off to sex-blogs like ours? With the threat of censorship lifted, maybe we can post a few more hot photos of Mistress to keep him off your screen.

Wait. Let us guess – you work for Google?

Believe me it could be worse. Mistress not only gets the occasional illustrated sexts from her caged slave, but has to deal with phone calls from Jay, enticing text messages from her side-side dish K, and those facebook messages from her old college lover, begging for revealing photos so he can rekindle old pre-cyber flames.  Somehow she manages to overcome those distractions and get her work done. A little cyber-foreplay can prime the pump for some hands-on action when the dust settles at the end of the day.

If you’d rather dodge your husband’s randy workday missives, maybe you can persuade one of your less busy lady friends to act as your ghost writer. She might actually enjoy it!

But otherwise, buck up, lady. Sometimes you have to take one for the team!

Molly and Mick

Just in case you wanted to know how The Post’s “Prudence” answered this letter, here is her response:

A: For some people one of the pleasures of sex is not having to form coherent sentences. Also, since most of us are bombarded all day with electronic communications, getting demands to write sexy texts, or send risqué photos while at work or at the grocery store, is not an erotic enterprise. You two need to talk this out—and not right after having a spat about it. Tell your husband you want to accommodate his sexual desires, but sex is a mutual enterprise and for you, his enjoyment of sexting feels burdensome, not stimulating. There’s also the issue of your not wanting to get caught doing things during work that could compromise your employment—which also goes for your husband. You both need to understand and accept each other without pressure or resentment, and I hope your husband can openly and sensitively hear you out. (And he better not threaten to take his sexting needs elsewhere!) In any case, if there isn’t an app for this there should be, something with canned phrases (“I can’t wait to get home and see you standing at attention, you big, big …”) you can generate while standing in the check-out line. 

Unruly Neighbors

Mistress and Slave had a relatively low key weekend here in the frozen heartland. There was plenty of time spent in our bed, the electric blanket switched on, as we resorted to our usual methodologies in sharing bodily warmth and fluids.

I even pulled out Mistress's favorite power tool to provide a little extra fun on Sunday morning, for fear that she may have gotten a little tired of Slave's tongues and lips. She seemed pleased, and even asked for my permission to cum.

But the big controversy here in River City this weekend was the disclosure that a new reality show series about 30 something swingers  called "Neighbors With Benefits" was filmed in a conservative, ex-urban neighborhood just a few miles from here. (check out the trailer, in the link)

When the ever-shrinking local paper wrote up the press blurb from A&E and gave it a prominent position above the fold, all sorts of shock and disapproval broke out. And more than a few titters too.

Of course, we've all heard stories of suburban swinger clubs in these parts. Mistress even knows a few people who have attended. But it did seem little odd that the couples across the street or down the cul de sac would come out from behind the hedgerow and go on TV to flaunt their fun.

The particular neighborhood we are talking about sits in what had heretofore been seen as  highly vanilla, Republican and evangelical Christian turf. The sort of place where Romney would have clobbered Obama by more than 2-1 in 2012. In fact, it was the exact place that George Rove told FOX viewers would switch Ohio from Blue to Red at around 10 pm on election night. But it turns out rather than voting they were all sharing the same double wide shower stall.

Maybe they were just embracing the legacy of Mitt's polygamous ancestors?

What got us chattering with out own (non swinging) neighbors was the thought that these fun loving couples would show their faces on national TV,  much to the shock of the folks next store or their kids' friends' parents, presumably for that 15 minutes of fame. And what happens when their own kids get to watch the re-runs someday, all saved on the DVR.

Yikes.

With this taboo put to bed, what can be next?  Maybe we need to pitch a reality show on recruiting a cuckold friendly Dom? It could be one of those "process of elimination" shows like the Bachelor, but with the cucked hubby getting to watch, or provide clean-up services, as his Mistress samples the Alpha chops of her various suitors.

It's just a matter of time.