Under Her Thumb

Sex was a bit of an afterthought here at the UCTMW World HQ on Saturday. (Well there was our traditional wake up sex). Instead we loaded the Dommes in Training into the car for the 2 hour drive to the flatlands north of here for the Rolling Stones show at a huge football stadium best known for the high priced contract of its itinerant Coach.

Slave saw the Stones on their 2nd tour through these parts, back in the fall of 1965.  Yes. That's nearly 50 years ago. A second row seat cost me $7.50 (I spent my birthday cash). And the sound system was so puny that you could barely hear Mick sing "This Could Be the Last Time" once the teen girls started screaming.

I must say I was not all that pumped about the long drive to see them in a massive stadium. Oddly, it was our 21 year old who proposed the outing, and we (as always) indulged. But it turned out to be a fun (if very late) night. I'm not sure what demonic brew Mick, Keith and Charlie imbibe to get them moving as quickly through a 2 hour set. But they did not let their geriatric fans down.

And the video and sound systems were a tab more complex and massive 50 years after my first evening with the Stones.

As we walked back to our car in the dark, Mistress did express one regret.

"They didn't play Under My Thumb, Slave."

Dang.

I suppose that should be the official theme song of the UCTMW blog.

Mistress's Mid-Day Daliance

With our cute Co-Eds hovering a little too closely, sometimes it's nice to get out of the house. Slave has his office to find a little solitude, though my work load has been a little too intense for any relaxation there.

Mistress has been pretty work focused too, but it was therapeutic to have a long lunch break away from the house yesterday, in the arms (and bed) of her lover Jay.

She mentioned earlier in the week that she had penciled off a few hours on Thursday for some extracurricular fun.

"It's hard to find the time, Slave.... but I know Jay's been missing me."

"Who could blame him, Mistress?"

Yesterday morning we had our traditional robust wake-up sex before slave headed for work. (I guess I'm very fortunate that Jay is not one of those cuckolders who "embargoes" his lover's folds before they get together.)  Hopefully my attention was a nice appetizer for Mistress before her main course at lunch time.

Mistress called me at work at around 11 am - headed to Trader Joe's to pick up some treats for Jay to make sure he did not run out of energy, I suppose.  Although it sounds like that is not a typical problem. 

Around 3 pm Mistress let called again, to let me know she was heading to an afternoon work meeting, her itch having been fully scratched.

"How was it, Mistress?"

"Ohhhh.....very hot.  And intense.  He did miss me....."

Before dinner, Mistress spread her legs on our bed to allow Slave to savor the sweet, savory and  salty flavors that had accumulated amongst those fully utilized folds and gave me a more complete description of her lunch break.

"There was lots of cock riding, and him fucking me against the side of the bed, Slave.... and him doing what you are doing right now, Slave...."

Hopefully the additional cum I provided was a suitable dessert for Mistress to cap off her day.

How Does Amazon Know?

Mistress and Slave were fooled again yesterday. Of course, there was the traditional wake-up sex.  Then Mistress phoned me at lunch time, and let me know that our sweet little daughters had an appointment with a photographer that Mistress had made for 5 pm.

"That means we will have an hour or two at home alone, Slave."

I could see her eyebrow lifting suggestively. Could there be back to back double headers on Slave's dance card?

I headed home a little early in the midst of late afternoon thunderstorms, anticipating a briefly empty nest. But when I pulled up the driveway, there were a full complement of cars in the driveway.

Inside the front door I encountered Mistress, who was in a short nightie. But looking a tad crestfallen.

"I didn't have the heart to tell you slave. But there appointment got moved because of the weather."

Foiled again.

But at least Mistress got some pre-dinner worship, if not the full monty of Slave's devotion.

But the focus of today's blog is not our over crowded nest, but annoying on line data collection.

According to Rand Paul, we need to be all worked up about the NSA and it's vacuuming up of all of the telephone calls we make. But personally, I'm not so worried about the gubmint knowing who I've called on my cell phone. This ol' slave has nothing to hide on that front.

What's much more annoying is all that data that corporations like Google and Amazon seem to aggregate and exploit in order to pitch me things that they think I will be tempted to buy once it pops up on my screen or in my mailbox. I'm not so sure what picture their choices for me paint.

Example:

Yesterday I got an email from Amazon with the latest selection of things that might prompt Mick to press the "buy with one click" button.

The first item on the list was a steel "grab bar" for my bathroom. Apparently Amazon thinks that this aging slave no longer can keep his feet under him and needs something to hold onto in the shower. Nice. Don't think I'm over the hill yet. (Maybe they were keying off some things I've bought for my aging Mom lately?)

But the next item on yesterday's Amazon pitch list was particularly un-nerving: An "Electronic Studfinder".

Do you think Amazon has cross-referenced my blog entries here, my kindle browsing, and / instagram entries to determine that one of my most important jobs is to find studs to entertain and stimulate Mistress?

Scary.

Plus I'm trying to figure out how this device works.  Is it like a gieger-counter, that you switch on at a bar or restaurant that clicks like crazy the closer you get to an available stud?

Maybe I should hit that "one click buy" button to find out.

Slave Exceeds Expectations

Mistress and Slave aren't typically in town for one of these three day weekends. So having that extra day at home was a rare and enjoyable treat, even with the nest a bit too infested for extracurricular activities with Mistress's sidedish.

We did find some "just the two of us" time at a corner of our swim club that opened over the weekend. That's where I surreptitiously grabbed this photo of Mistress's firm ass and muscular legs for your amusement.
On Monday, our "bonus" day, it was a little rainy here. So we lounged in bed a bit longer, enjoying some furtive wake-up sex with Joni Mitchell providing some sonic cover from curious ears on the other side of our bed room wall.

After our time in bed, Slave spent some time with my cute grand kids, and then visited my grumpy mother. But by 4 pm or so we found ourselves back in the UCTMW Executive Suite. There was time for a nap before a dinner engagement with friends. When Mistress woke up, I offered to worship, an proposal that is rarely rejected.

"Of course, Slave.... I was wondering when you would ask."

I went on task, plying Mistress's clean shaven folds with my eager and skilled tongue until she quietly but persuasively evidenced her satisfaction. 

That's when I made my (apparently) unexpected request.

"Can I fuck you now, Mistress?"

"WOW, Slave....."

Apparently Mistress did not anticipate that her moldering house slave would be up to a double header on the third day of a three day weekend.

It's good to know that I can still exceed expectations.

Science Sunday: Do Our Genes Make Us Do It?

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Mistress and Slave continue our efforts to find a little privacy as we cope with our newly crowded house.  Sex in the morning, before we hear our little “Divas in training” up and about is one way.  Then yesterday, before Mistress headed to our swim club, and I went to stop by to check out my grandkids, we discovered that our kids had suddenly disappeared.  I was able to coax Mistress into a few moments of worship before she went on her “sun worship” mission.

“Do you mind just sliding my bathing suit aside, Slave…..”

“Of course not, Mistress….”

For once she did not have to suppress those little sounds of delight as I went about my business.

But today’s entry has a higher purpose than simply the play-by-play from here in our re-infested nest. I am reporting on an intriguing summary of recent scientific research that suggests there may be a genetic explanation for a woman’s impulse to cuckold her mate.  In this morning’s NY Times there is an opinion piece (Infidelity Lurks in Our Genes) by science writer Richard Friedman about how genes may pre-determine what he describes as “infidelity”, but presumably also incorporates the contractual right to enjoy the company of an occasional “side dish” that Mistress enjoys.

We have long known that men have a genetic, evolutionary impulse to cheat, because that increases the odds of having more of their offspring in the world.

But now there is intriguing new research showing that some women, too, are biologically inclined to wander, although not for clear evolutionary benefits. Women who carry certain variants of the vasopressin receptor gene are much more likely to engage in “extra pair bonding,” the scientific euphemism for sexual infidelity.

Brendan P. Zietsch, a psychologist at the University of Queensland, Australia, has tried to determine whether some people are just more inclined toward infidelity. In a study of nearly 7,400 Finnish twins and their siblings who had all been in a relationship for at least one year, Dr. Zietsch looked at the link between promiscuity and specific variants of vasopressin and oxytocin receptor genes. Vasopressin is a hormone that has powerful effects on social behaviors like trust, empathy and sexual bonding in humans and other animals. So it makes sense that mutations in the vasopressin receptor gene — which can alter its function — could affect human sexual behavior.

He found that 9.8 percent of men and 6.4 percent of women reported that they had two or more sexual partners in the previous year. His study, published last year in Evolution and Human Behavior, found a significant association between five different variants of the vasopressin gene and infidelity in women only and no relationship between the oxytocin genes and sexual behavior for either sex. That was impressive: Forty percent of the variation in promiscuous behavior in women could be attributed to genes. That is surprising since, as Dr. Zietsch points out, there are so many other factors that are necessary for promiscuous encounters, like circumstance and the availability of a willing and able partner. Although this is the largest and best study on this, it’s not clear why there was no relationship between the vasopressin gene and promiscuous behavior in men.

The article goes onto describe tests conducted on two variations of the vole “family” that may confirm this genetic impulse to stray from the marital bed. It turns out that Montane Voles are prone to have a wandering eye, while Prairie Voles are relatively monogamous. Until the evil scientist begins his experiment:

In the monogamous prairie voles, the vasopressin receptors are close to the brain’s reward center, but in the philandering montane voles, these same receptors are mostly found in the amygdala, a brain region that is critical to processing anxiety and fear.

So mating for the prairie voles activates the pleasurable reward pathway, which reinforces mating and promotes attachment and thus monogamy. For the promiscuous montane voles, sex has little effect on attachment; any vole will do.

It is even possible experimentally to take a home-wrecking montane vole and make him behave like a family-oriented prairie vole. Using a virus as a delivery vehicle to transmit the vasopressin receptor gene, it’s easy to artificially boost the number of vasopressin receptors in the brain’s reward center, and make a male vole behave monogamously. The story for female voles is similar except that it is oxytocin, not vasopressin, that triggers monogamous behavior.

Of course, all of this potential for genetic manipulation has Slave’s imagination running wild:

1)  Could you make a potential spouse undergo a genetic test to calculate the likelihood that they would or would not take up with other lovers during the course of a marriage?

2)   If you feared a spouse was “cheating” could you order up a cocktail of “vasopressin” or “oxytocin” to get them back in line?

3)   And, even more deviously, suppose your wife had her eye on some guy who was married and annoyingly anonymous.  Could you spike his drink with a batch of genetic material that would make him more likely to loose his inhibitions?

All of this also made Slave wonder if there is a genetic explanation for what makes Slave enjoy it when his hot Mistress falls into the arms of another guy.  Do you think male Montane Voles get off when their female mate reports back on her encounter with another male Montane Vole? I guess I should have taken more science classes in college.

Mistress Stops By For Worship

My relatively dreary Thursday at the office had a nice "pick-me-up" mid-afternoon. Mistress dropped by between a lunch meeting and a 4 pm meeting for some "personal attention".

I was in another colleague's office when I received notice of her arrival via text message:

"I'm in your office, slave".

As you might imagine, I found a way to wrap up my "consultation" quickly to perform more important duties.

It was an unusually chilly day here in River City. Mistress had on a leather jacket over her black dress. But she would never let unseasonable weather disrupt her fashion policy of foregoing leg coverings once May arrives.

As a result, all she had to do was slither out of her black undies, spread her legs, and let her Slave get to work. 

I efficiently devoted my tongue and lips to task, leaving Mistress with a cum to tide her over for a while, and my own face smeared with her fragrant juices.

As a memento of the moment, I took this photo - a closeup of those semi-kinky shoes and her well manicured tootsies, which I suspect could be inspiring to at least some of our readers.

Mistress's Walk of Shame

Mistress indulged her slave with some stealthy but gratifying wake-up sex on Tuesday morning. It was particularly generous, since she knew there would be plenty of not so stealthy sex during her planned "nooner" with Jay.

I was at work when she called to say hello on her way to meet her lover. And it was not until around 2:30 pm that she came back onto the radar screen, calling me from her car.

"It was hot, slave.  I think Jay missed me!"

"I'm sure he did after 2 weeks, Mistress."

She told me she was headed to a meeting with a local theatre director - a woman she had worked with in the past. Then heading home. Slave had ridden his bike (excusing me from 'cage time') and it was around 6 pm when I wandered into our bedroom, where Mistress was reclined on our bed, checking her emails.

Soto voco (our daughters were in their rooms) she shared some news.

"You won't believe what I did, Slave...."

Hmmmm. 

"You mean in addition to some hot lunch time sex with your side-dish?"

"Well there was that.... but I mean afterwards.... when I got home after that meeting downtown, I realized I had put my dress on inside out."

Oops.

She had on a black dress. Right-side out by now. But I was imagining what she looked like with the labels and seams showing. And how dazed and confused after all that fucking she must have been to not notice the difference.

"Didn't that lady you met with notice, Mistress?"

"If she did, she was too embarrassed to mention, slave...."

"So does Jay get demerits for not noticing?"

"Hmmm.... I guess he was a little too unfocused too....."

After we shared a laugh over Mistress's untypical fashion faux pas, we settled onto our bed.  Slave had stripped out of my sweaty cycle ware, and showered. Mistress put down her laptop.

"I'll permit you to worship now, Slave...."

I was more than happy to taste the salty aftermath of her lunch time diversion, before whipping up dinner.

Sex Refugee

It was one of those rare "abstinence days" here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, at least for Slave.

Mistress had one of those "way-too-early" Monday morning meetings which made our traditional wake-up sex session impractical.  Then, after a morning of work, we had to rent a truck, drive to our daughter's charming little campus town, and  load up the detritus of a her senior year.

Where do frat boy boyfriends disappear to when it come time to move all that crap out of their girlfriend's off-campus apartment?

Supposedly he had to move his own stuff. Or maybe it was a final round of beer pong?

In any event, by the time we did all that loading and unloading, and returned the truck, then took the kids out to dinner at a local Southwest joint to celebrate "Margarita Monday", we were too burned out for conventional sex.

Of course, Mistress did get some bed time worship to tide her over.

"That was nice, Slave....."

And tasty, I might ad.

But today things are definitely looking up for Mistress.

As we drove north in our rent-a-truck, Mistress was on the phone confirming her date today with her lover, Jay.

"Will 12:30 to 2:30 work, dear?", she asked in that cute little voice she adopts when on the phone with her lover.

It seems that it will. Although it was left unclear who would be picking up lunch. Then again, after nearly two weeks without cuckold sex, maybe their appetites will be for something other than cheese and crackers.

Of course, Jay knew I was listening in as they made their plans.

"Jay says 'hi', Slave....."

"Hi, Jay....."

So at least Mistress will get a chance to vocalize during sex this afternoon, with Jay's house in the burbs acting as a temporary refuge.

Hopefully, Slave will get a chance for some satisfying, if "under the radar" sex, this morning before I head to work.

Under Cover Sex

Mistress and Slave have gone into "stifle" mode here at the UCTMW World HQ. With one daughter now embedded on the other side of our bedroom wall, and another returning on Monday, it may be the "new normal" for a while.

Our routine involves turning on some I-pod or radio noise to provide some cover for our wake-up sex, and trying our best to quietly do what comes natural once Slave descends to the playground of Mistress's clean shaven folds.

It turns Mistress's Executive Suite into the same sort of "private but quiet" space that we enjoy when Mistress stops into my office for some midday worship.  Indeed, she did exactly that late last week - popping on for a little "stress relief" after one of those long tedious civic lunches she was sucked into attending by a client. She was wearing some of those kinkyesque shoes that her mother, the Dowager Domme prefers. And now that tights season is over, her tan and fit legs were au natural, making short work of the process of baring her sexy bits for the ministrations of her slave's avid tongue. But once again, with my office mates just on the other side of the door, poor Mistress had to squelch the sounds of passion.

It may be a while before Mistress gets to "vocalize", or at least until she can arrange a little side action with Jay at his house.

Empty Nest RIP

It's happened, dear readers.

The UCTMW is no longer the empty nest sanctuary, where Mistress and Slave can let loose with their uninhibited sexual stylings, or where Mistress can entertain her occasional side dishes.

Our youngest cute Co-Ed pulled into the driveway whining about her long journey from the east coast at around 7 pm last night, launching a few weeks of furtive couplings until we can slink off to our Southwest hideaway for the 4th of July.

Even worse, our older cute Co-Ed graduates from college on Saturday, whence she will be returning home for the next phase of her life.  Hopefully it will be a relatively brief re-staging period before she finds her own place to launch out on her own.

Maybe it was just a coincidence that my work inbox was visted by an email from "urban daddy" (not sure what that is) that featured a new lodging service inspired by AirBnB: It's called KinkBnB. The notion is folks renting rooms, dungeons, "kennels", apartments of cottages all tricked out for kinksters.

Here is a KinkBnB Slide Show featuring images of some of these accommodations.  Including a nicely accessorized bed.

And of course, in case there is a cuckold allowed to observe, your room can be "cage optional":

 (I hope they have some padding for the floor of that cage. It could be pretty ouchy for an old slave's knees).

This made me realize that Mistress and Slave might have some options for a little extra income out at our SW hideaway, or even her at our ancient lodgings in River City once the nest is disinfested again.

Out West it would be easy to trick out the place with some kink friendly accoutrements. There are plenty of pillars on our patio, and beams inside to which a slave might be readily lashed. And with the Penitente HQ down the street, the neighbors , who are pretty far away in any event, would hardly blink if some sort of decorative cross popped up on the grounds.

Of course, the older Hispanic lady who acts as our "caretaker" when we are away might need some additional coaching if she will be expected to act as hostess for kinksters renting our spread by the night or long sexy weekend when we are out of town.

I wonder how she'd look in  a leather catsuit? And would we tell guests to call her "Mistress Julie"?

Media in Praise of Slave's "Dad Bod" Paunch

Our readers will be happy to hear that Mistress and her devoted slave enjoyed a robust "switch day" on Sunday morning.  Mistress found herself bound to our bed, her hands lovingly captured by our red leather cuffs, and stretched overhead.

Lying on her tummy, she could only "protest" as our brand new and shiny Hitachi was deployed betwixt her thighs. (Terri- in response to your question - it's the same old model with a glossier finish - only two speeds, and Mistress prefers the slower speed). It did not take long for her to beg for permission to cum, and slave, as usual, was very indulgent.  Once the power tool was discarded, and Mistress calmed down a bit, I tossed on a bonus cum with my fingers before "taking my reward".

It was the sort of Sunday morning that may be hard to replicate in the weeks to come, as our girls re-infest their nest.  Hopefully that will be only for a few months, or we may have to call Orkin!

But the real subject of today's blog is an article that popped up in the Washington Post yesterday, (I have a Dad Bod. Here's Why Women Love It) reporting that the latest internet mime is recognition that babes actually prefer the "dad bod" to the more traditional six pack ab, chiseled look that the advertisers have stereo-typed.  The author attributes this change to women (at least in the developed world) discarding some of the evolutionary preferences for the more "macho" defenders of their tidy and secure cave:

 Primordial women needed brutes who could slaughter wild beasts for food and stiff-arm competing tribes that wanted to kill their offspring. More recently, our great-grandmothers needed partners who could toil in factories, plow fields and protect the home from intruders.

But today, more people are working in offices instead of farms and factories. And women themselves are working — often more efficiently than their male colleagues. That independence means they can pay people to move their furniture and protect their homes, or do it themselves. A lot has been written about this deconstruction of gender roles and “the end of men.” But the truth is, women do still need men — they just don’t need the macho ones.

Instead, many women are looking for guys who have good careers, love kids, and offer a soft tummy to lay on after a long day of working harder than us — all things that dad bods promise. Tight torsos and thick biceps are too busy at the gym to own businesses and keep the kitchen clean. To put it another way, a dad bod isn’t attractive because of what it looks like, but because what it says.

And what is that, you ask?

A dad bod says I have a job, responsibilities and enough money to nod approvingly when someone says “guacamole is extra.”

A dad bod owns a suit, makes car payments on a fuel-efficient vehicle and applies tasteful amounts of cologne before heading out the door. Send him a YouTube compilation of puppies doing cute stuff and afterward he’ll happily discuss which cute stuff was his favorite cute stuff.

Make love to a dad bod and afterward a dad bod will make waffles for your belly.



Well, Slave doesn't make waffles.

Mistress has that whole "gluten-free" thing going on. 


But I can whip up a nice risotto or gnocchi after a hard day at the office. And while I'm not completely gone to seed - I do ride that bike to work whenever I can - I have some generous padding for Mistress to lounge against when we watch "Mad Men" or "Homeland" on our comfy couch.

I might add that Jay, despite his talents as a golfer and a more athletic lover, has a "Dad Bod" too.  SO I think Mistress clearly is in the thick of it when it comes to this new trend.

The one thing this guy is missing though: What about the women who prefer their Dad Bod's to wear a cock cage when they're out for the night with their lover?

Happy Mother's Day

Here in River City, Mistress and her devoted slave are celebrating the last weekend of empty nesting for at least a month or two. Our oldest Domme in training graduates from college next weekend, and will be returning home for some indefinite duration until she identifies the next sign post in her life.  And her younger sister returns Thursday from her Junior year in college.  It's going to get a lot more cramped here for a while, and much less convenient to schedule those cuckold sleepovers with Jay, as we did a few weeks back.

I mean how to explain that to your daughters?

"Oh, that's just our friend Jay, girls.  His house is being de-loused this weekend, so Mommy said he could sleep here tonight.  Daddy will just take the couch, because Jay's allergic to the cats. "

No, I'm not thinking that would work.

This weekend we are trying to get in as much together time as possible.  Yesterday we covered spending time with our respective Mothers. I visited mine, and Mistress lunched with her mother.

And despite those social obligations, we were able to fit in a "two-a-day", with wake-up sex before a bike ride, and some early evening sex after a late afternoon nap.  Mistress even got a bonus cum as her slave toyed with her clean shaven folds through a skimpy nightie and matching undies as we watched a movie before bedtime.

That leaves Mother's Day with no social obligations at all.  This morning I plan to break out the brand spanking new Hitachi, which I suspect Mistress has been missing.

We may even have to pull a full switch day, now that I think of it.  After this Sunday, the need to "stifle" or otherwise mask the sounds of passion from the UCTMW Executive Suite will be back.

Don't want to waste that final (for a while) opportunity.

The Case of the Missing Hitachi

Here at the UCTMW World HQ, Mistress was diverted from her normal work day for a good chunk of the afternoon, even as slave was ‘slaving away” at the office.  It was one of those "lunches" with her lover, Jay. By the time I got home, Mistress seemed quite satisfied.

“It was the typical, slave….Jay spent a good deal of time lavishing me with his oral attention. Lot’s of cock riding too.”

After I showered off the residue of a bike ride home on a steamy spring day, She allowed me to feast on those well utilized folds, giving me a taste of the creamy residue that Jay left behind. I suspect she didn’t really need the cum that was the by product of my devotion, but it couldn’t hurt right?

“Jay did ask if the new Hitachi has arrived, Slave….”

“Got here today Mistress…. I’ll bring it home tomorrow. Just in time for Mother’s Day…..”

Speaking of Hitachis, the WC has given us a post responding to my request for more info on  his suspicion that his teenage daughter pilfered the magic wand he and his wife B have become so fond of:

Yes it is true our Hitachi started disappearing a couple of years ago

It would come back and then disappear again 

Finally it just went away

So

I bought another one.......

Now apparently both ladies are happy

And if they are happy so am I.....

Got to keep the gals happy!!!

Well not to beat a dead horse 

BUT

I am getting sick of the pot reporting

Nebraska and Oklahoma are suing Colorado over pot

The fuckers want to take it away from us

So much for states rights GOP.....

The "supreme court"(lower case) asked the justice department today to comment on the suit

We have had virtually no problems with legalized pot

You almost  never smell pot cause it is illegal to smoke in public

And the peeps obey the law!!!

Plus most people are eating it in edibles instead of smoking anyway....

The cops hate it cause they can't do the civil confiscation of alleged drug property 

For their own use

The private prison system hates it cause they will lose profit making prisoners

But for all of us here 

We say

What took so long?

I didn't use pot for 30 years cause it was illegal

And I have I   had a career to  protect

But I love the option to get high on Friday night instead of a couple of beers

Pot is so much better for you than cocktails or opium pain killers

Trust me on that one!

The 

Broncos just drafted a pot smoker

And no one around here batted an eye

Cause it is just not an issue around here

Even the republicans here love it

Tax revenues are up 

Incarnations are down

WTF America?   

The drug war has been a disaster!!!!! 

And for the readers of Mick and Molly

The pot store I go to

Has incredibly  hot women who shop there !

No shit!

Hot coeds, hot moms, hot business women

And the WC loves to chat then up!!!

And they are very friendly  too....

Believe me my friends 

You should push for legalization in your states too

Whether you want to imbibe or not

Time to end this silly probation once and for all

The new pot head advocate

WC   

After an Abstinence Monday, Mistress Schedules a Nooner

It was a relaxing weekend for Mistress and her devoted Slave. The days are ticking down for the end of empty nesting as we know it here at the UCTMW World HQ ... our senior Diva in Training graduates in two weekends, meaning that she will be moving back here for the summer - hopefully not much longer -- until she organizes the next Act in her life. And her younger sister will also be back for a few weeks before embarking on her next adventure.

That means we've got to take advantage of the limited time available to get in as much "us time" as possible.  Over the weekend there were plenty of opportunities for sex and worship. So much so that Slave really couldn't complain about an "abstinence day" on Monday.  Mistress had one of those too early meetings which aborted our usual wake-up sex. But she did get some end of the day worship from her slave to tide her over.

Today, on the other hand, will be a little more demanding for her on the sex front. I'm hoping for some wake-up sex before heading off to work. And then .... well Mistress has some plans she disclosed to me last evening.

"I'm going over to Jay's house at lunch time, Slave....."

"Hmmmm..... I bet he's horny Mistress. It's been more than a week."

"I think you're right, slave....."

So while Soave is hunkered down at work today, at least I will be able to contemplate Mistress getting one of those high octane fuckings that she relishes from her "side dish".

The Messy Month of May

Both of our "contributors"  chimed in with some blog fodder yesterday.

First our Senior Correspondent, Donna, emailed to remind me in a timely fashion that May is "Masturbation Month". Does Congress take time from it's busy vacation schedule to make this official every year? In any event, I'm hoping that Mistress new Hitachi arrives today so that she does not have grounds to punish me for the mechanical failure that could get her NMM off to an inauspicious start. Without her favorite power tool this weekend, she will definitely have some catching up to do.

As for Slave, I somehow doubt I will have any opportunity to celebrate NMM. After all, there would be no reason to breach the "no touch" rule. Mistress likes to me to save all those natural juices for herself.

Meanwhile, our Western Correspondent took some time off from his own abusive masturbation habits to comment on the blog yesterday.  (Although I suppose he could be one of those legendary one hand typists). He noted that he and his wife are now on their 3rd Hitachi.  One burned out, he says. And the second one was BORROWED BY HIS DAUGHTER!

As I recall it, the WC's daughter is still just a teen, right?  Isn't she a little too young to require mechanical assistance? And if she does, it's hard to imagine her sharing her plans with her dad.

TM(fucking)I!

I'm hoping it was purely for the treatment of a sports injury, WC.

Let's hope that all our readers (except those of you under lock and key) have a (self)gratifying national masturbation month. Feel free to share in the comments section any special celebratory plans you've made.