Crowded House

I woke up this morning, looked morosely at our blog, and realized it's been six days since slave posted here.  That could be an Olympic record for sloth, if the Olympics add that event, along with bowling and tanning, to the program in 4 years. In fact, maybe I should start training now?

The problem is that even with the very low bar set here for "news" worth blogging, it's been a very slow week in River City as far as kinky carryings-on go.

We've had our prodigal daughter visiting for what now seems #longenoughtoseemlikemovingbackin time. And then on Thursday night the older daughter was back with her boy friend for a few nights. So there have been plenty of family socializing and very little kinky sex.  While Mistress and slave have been able to squeeze in some morning sexual activity, it's been of the "keep it quiet or we'll scandalize the children" varierty.  It's made even this kind of lazy slave long for the lazy afternoons of ass-cropping and pegging that are the provinces of an empty nest, not a crowded house.

Last night, instead of a quiet evening at home we had the grand family dinner, with all four of my daughters, three cute grandkids, and the Dowager Domme and her husband. Slave smoked some Salmon for the occassion. We had hoped to eat outside, but it looked like it might rain, and the Dowager Domme doesn't like to eat on our rustic patio with it's uneven brick surface. It's hard on her lizard shoes!  (I can't make that stuff up!).  While the event was festive, I have t admit a sigh of relief when the final guest departed and the clean up was done. Only then could Mistress and slave retreat to the private confines of the executive suite here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And of course, poor Mistress has no free time to enjoy the privileges of her permission to enjoy the bounty of Jay's alpha cock. Our daughter is very efficient at keeping track of her whereabouts and making sure she tags along if a meal is involved. Although word has it that Jay may get called into service for other duties this week: our daughter wants to learn how to drive a standard transmission car, and he's the only one who has one that we know of.  You can imagine Mistress's efforts to persuade Jay to take on this kamikaze mission with his cute little Honda Civic GT; and her response to our daughter's question "so how do you know this guy?"

Sadly, this may go on for a few more weeks.  Our younger daughter plans to camp here until her new visa to return for another year of "study" in the Euro-Zone comes through. And as all you Brexiters know, the machinery of the European Union bureaucracy grinds oh-so-slowly.  What ever happened to the days when you could cram a few bucks into the breast pocket of a corrupt embassy official and get prompt service?

Now they are too focused on making big donations to the Clinton Foundation to make sure the skids are greased in the next administration?

Never mind.  There's no point in a "sex blog" without sex in it.  I suggest you tune into "A Married Sissy" if you want some real action for the rest of this month.