Mistress, Debbie and "Great Tits."

Mistress and Slave have been enjoying the first week of the rest of our life. We've long wanted to spend more time at our SW hideaway.  Now we can. Though slave is still getting used to the fact that he no longer  must obsessively monitor his email on work days. in case of a client "emergency". Poor Mistress is the one having to deal with work calls from the slopes.

It certainly has given us more time for naughty things. Morning cock riding and afternoon worship have been featured so far on the menu, along with skiing in between.

"The crop is coming out this weekend, slave....."

"Oops....."

But today's blog is not son much about this week, as it is a week back in the misty past of the early 1990's. It's a flashback induced by the sad and also odd coincidence that both Carrie Fisher and her mother Debbie Reynolds passing away earlier this week.  The news of "Princess Lea's" demise came as we drove across Kansas on Monday, accompanied by extensive coverage on  BBC radio and NPR. Then yesterday, the apparently linked death of Carrie's Mom from "heartbreak".

Slave cynically commented that "Debbie couldn't stand all the attention that her daughter was getting....she had to do something to upstage her....."

This observation came from my recollection of stories Mistress has told over the years about the three days Mistress spent with Debbie. This was back when we were engaged in our steamy "covert" relationship. Mistress was about 27, a young corporate executive. Slave was  40 something.  And we were both cheating on our spouses, with a secret love nest to accommodate our mutual lust. It's something you could never get away with now, in the age of I-phones, text messages, emails  and social media. Too many ways to get caught.

Debbie was coming to River City to help launch a new cable channel. Mistress was assigned to shepard her around town, and, implicitly, make sure she had a "good time" but didn't get into trouble.  It sounds easier than it turned out to be.

Oddly, slave was part of this strange sequence of events.   I was invited by Mistress to a big reception to  celebrate the cable launch, and took my father and his wife to meet the "star" who was more my parents' generation than mine. We still have a photo of Mistress, Debbie, and my Dad tucked away, all of them smiling.  For some  reason I cannot recall,  both of our spouses were not there!

(How did we get away with that shit?)

"So what was she like, Mistress?"

"A real piece of work.  She kept a Hollywood diva schedule. Sleep until noon. Then stay up "entertaining" until 4 am. "

"How do you know she was up that late?"

"Because I had to be there....she made me stay....We had booked her into this suite at [the classiest hotel in town] and she would invite people up to hang out with her.  Room service kept bringing drinks... She flirted with all the men, and was kind of nasty to me and all the women....I remember just wanting to go home to bed, but she insisted I stay.... she was dancing with the Mayor ( my old college buddy), and sharing all her Hollywood stories....."

"Did you ask her about Carrie?", who was an actress and writer with some notoriety of her own at the time.

"Sure.... I told her I liked her daughter. She said "You would like her. You're just like her. All dark and brooding. The two of you will never be happy....."

"Ouch...."

I recalled that one of the pictures we had of her and Debbie included a tall blonde  executive that Mistress had one her her rare f/f flings with.  The image shows the blonde with a bit of a leer, eyeing Mistress in a very predatory way. Their affair was fuel for our own mutual sexual stylings at the time. A precursor to cuckolding, but with nicer legs and more curves?

"Wasn't your old friend Liz there too that week, Mistress....."

"She was slave, it was when all that was going on. And another woman, Sharon .... you remember her.... who was coming onto me with these very suggestive notes....she was later linked in rumors about an affair with Martha Stewart."

Ah..... the 90's.

"Sounds like your 3 days with Debbie was a bit of a nightmare, Mistress."

"It was slave.... but she did say I had 'great tits'."

"And you still do....."

Sad Disturbance in the Kinky Force

Fiancee Gets the Dowager Domme Once Over

Mistress and slave are speeding as fast as we can across the great vast American heartland .... aka "Trump Country". We are  on our way to the sheltering arms of the Blue State where our SW hideaway is located.  With no obligation to return to an office, we have no scheduled date of return to River City.  Now that's a good feeling!

We did spend Christmas evening with family -- our daughter and her fiancee accompanied us to the Dowager Domme's home where she prepared a filling Holiday feast.  But first there was a certain hazing of the young, innocent fiancee that was required.

You see, the DD has an "interesting" collection of various artifacts collected from around the world to complement her world class collection of kinky shoes and boots. (I was unable to discretely photograph the spikey 4 inch pumps shoes she was wearing for a holiday meal at home, which surely would have impressed our readers).

One "conversation starter" was the penis gourd hanging on her wall..... a souvenir brought back from a trip to New Guinea.  Over hor' dourves, She explained to our slack jawed future son in law that the guys in the tribe she visited wore penis gourds and nothing more during their visit.

"when they danced sometimes their scrotums popped loose!", the DD's more typically submissive husband, and Mistress's stepfather interjected.

Oops.

I tried to be helpful, suggesting that he and his groomsman might want to consider penis gourds in lieu of tuxes for the wedding.

"They're actually hard to come by....it's a long trip to New Guinea.", the DD countered.

"You mean you can't find some on E - Bay? ", slave helpfully rejoined.

As the family chatted on I took my own little tour around the room, noting the very useful antique lariat on the wall.  I didn't ask the DD for the story of how this keepsake was acquired, or how she had put it to good use since then.

Hopefully the fiancee was not taken aback by this pre-dinner chit chat, or the DD's rather peculiar collection of items which could be put to use in more ways than one.

Nothing worse than a runaway groom who must be brought to heel.  Though the DD might consider than a challenge.

Five Reasons It's Harder to Cuckold During the Holidays

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When Cuckold Worlds Collide

Mistress and slave had a rather odd evening with her lover Jay last night, complicated by Mistress's disclosure that her ex-husband (the guy she married back in the 1980's and divorced in 1992 before marrying me) was "stopping by" to drop off something.

Slave was planning an intimate dinner for three, but Mistress said "not to worry". Her Ex (let's call him John) would only be here briefly.  Maybe at 9:30 or 10 pm.

Jay, who was sitting comfortably next to Mistress on our couch, enjoying a pre-dinner beverage, was the first to ask the question....

"So how do you explain who I am....."

"Oh, just a friend who came over for dinner", Mistress scoffed at his concern.....

"But if it's around 10 pm....isn't that gonna seem like I'm sticking around a little too late....."

Of course, Jay did not fully appreciate the irony.

You see, back in the late 80's early 90's, I was the guy who was cuckolding John.

Now, 25 or so years on, here's John stopping by to meet the guy who is cuckolding me.

Of course, it is a tad different.  I'm not sure that John was really clued in and / or turned on by the whole cuckold thing back then.  Heck, back in those early internet days, when there was only "dial up" service via AOL or other primitive providers, I am not sure there was a "cuckold" thing going on.  Dod anyone celebrate the kinky side of a wife "betraying" her husband with his full knowledge back in those "dark ages"?

Who knows, maybe John would have gotten all hot and bothered had he known that Molly had a "side--dish" back in the George H. W. Bush Era.

In any event, the only problem posed by John's "drop by" was that it was getting late.  We had finished dinner, and it was just 9 pm.  Typically, this would have been the time for Mistress and Jay to adjourn to the UCTMW Executive Suite for a little nooky.  Well, typically, a lot of nooky.

To bide the time, slave found some entertainment. We surfed through some old classic TV "Christmas Specials" via You Tube on our not so big screen.... Dino, Frank, Sonny and Cher, Judy Garland.  Lots of schmaltz and kitch.  And why did Frank and Dino wear tuxedos to sing "White Christmas"?

When Cuckold No. One finally arrived, a little past 10 pm, we were sampling Johnny Cash's Christmas Special from the early 1970's. Lots of big hair, pommade and twang going on. Plus the whole Carter family too.  And we were all a little buzzed.

Mistress offered John a glass of wine, and a chance to sit and chat. There we all were, Mistress, the original cuck, their original cuckolder, the current cuck, and the current cuckolder.  And Johnny Cash singing Jerry Lee Lewis singing "Great Balls of Fire" in the background. It was enough to make a kinkster's head swim!

John seemed to accept the notion that Jay was just a "friend".  Fortunately he did not catch Mistress stretched out on the couch, her black-tighted legs stretched across his lap as his hands fondled her thighs, much to slave's pent up frustration.

And while he declined a beverage, and never really sat down, he stayed..... and stayed....chatting with Mistress, cordial (as always) to me, no doubt curious about who this 4th wheel was, sitting on the couch,  trading wise cracks with Mick about the whole Cash/Carter clan singing "Amazing Grace".

It turns out that Jay and John were in the same fraternity! Who-da-thunk?

After a few false starts, finally John left.  One sensed that he sensed the faint hint of sexual tension in the air.  But he could not exactly figure out where it was coming from.

"Well that was . . . different", I commented, shutting off the Cash Family Christmas as John finally headed off into the dark night.

We were all ready for bed.

Mistress and Jay promptly headed upstairs. Before Jay had arrived, I made sure to move all my "necessaries" to our daughter's room . So all I had to do was kiss Mistress good night before she politely shut the door to her now private little love nest.

"Sleep tight, Mistress".

I had a feeling that sleep might be deferred for a while.

Trousergate?

Mistress and slave have wrapped all the Holiday presents and are awaiting the arrival on Friday of our recently engaged daughter and her boyfriend.  Mistress will be touring potential wedding venues with them on Friday afternoon, a tour that slave hopes to avoid.  I'm happy to let others make decisions like where, when and how my little darling will be "given away".  Slaves are meant to be seen, not heard, right?

On the cuckold front, it's reported that Mistress's lover Jay will pay a call on her tomorrow night. One last opportunity for the two love birds to spend some time together before Christmas guests arrive and our journey west on Monday.  Look for an update on their mischief here on Friday morning!

But today's blog is intended as an exploration of a budding controversy across the pond amongst our former colonial rulers concerning the attire of their latest Prime Minister Theresa May. Over here we are confronting the likelihood that our prospective Il Duce is actually a Kremlin Mole, determined to dismantle our civil liberties (other than the right of white folks to pack heat) and round up racial and religious minorities. I;m considering investing in rail car manufacturer stock.

But over in London the buzz is about Theresa May's leather pants, which reputedly cost north of $1000 (including VAT)!  Here is a brief update, among a plethora of accounts available on the web, including ultra-fop Boris Johnson's allusion to lederhosen. Johnson Ridicules May's Leather Pants

It's not the first time that the British Press has obsessed about the PM's attire.  Earlier there was much buzz about her penchant for colorful pricey pumps. So much more on entertaining than speculating about the consequences of a trade war with Europe once that "hard Brexit" is imposed and all the laborers from Poland are sent back across the channel.

And those high black boots as she showed her respects for her Majesty!  The horror! 

Now I for one find it hard to categorize Ms. May as "hot".  But  those boots and black tights would have earned a second glance from me. Plus she clearly has a tad more sex appeal than her most recent female predecessor, who looked better with the helmet on.

But let's be fair folks! Sure $1000 for a pair of pants may seem pricey to the average "Shrimpy" (do people in England really have nick names like that?). But compared to the fop-ish bespoke suits of  high born, Oxford educated  twits like David Cameron, is that too much to pay for the PM's leather breeches?  How much do you think Davey Boy paid for that white tie ensemble?  Or was it a rental?
While it would be nice to see Mrs. May accessorize her leather ensemble with a stiff leather riding crop, at least she seems sartorially competent enough to keep her blouse properly buttoned when in public.  The former PM clearly does know how to use his studs. Let's hope his lovely wife has more aptitude in that area, since I can't think of a better cuckold.

No wonder the "Empire" is a sad, fading part of history!

Missed Opportunity

We've had a festive few days here in River City. No snow, but a night at a local jazz club with a holiday show was enough to stoke the Christmas mood. Without kids at home, we are too lazy to do the whole decorated tree thing....but a few lights on a large house plant and "fest".

We even snuck in a "double header" yesterday, with our afternoon foray featuring some robust and satisfying cock riding by Mistress.

The timing was just right.....it had been cold here the last few days. And the UCTMW World HQ is a tad drafty when temperatures get below 25 F.

"No cock riding if I have to shed the covers, slave...."

But after a busy day - me with the cute grand kids and Mistress with the dowager domme - the weather suddenly warmed up, giving Mistress a window of opportunity to take a ride on her slave's work-a-day cock. You have to take your opportunities when you get them!

Speaking of which, on Friday night there was one missed opportunity.

We met one of Mistress's old high school friends at a downtown cocktail lounge for a few beverages and some chit chat. Mistress was all decked out in her tights, which gave slave a good show as she say across from me on a cozy couch.  I even was asked to take a photo of the two of them, giving me cover for one of those "tights shots" I enjoy.

When our evening came to an end at around 10 pm, we headed a few blocks back to my office tower, where our car was parked.  We had talked about heading up to my office for one more "quickie with a view" from the 28th floor. But, alas, that's when the freezing rain started to fall.

"Maybe we better get home before the streets get scary, Mistress...."

What a shame though.  There are a few fantasies we have yet to fulfill from my perch and only a few more days left before I bail out for good.

Slim Pickins'

With an extended trip to our SW hideaway planned, slave had the “clever”  idea that it might be fun to help Mistress recruit a Southwestern side-dish on AM. All you have to do is change one’s zip code on your profile and, “wa-la”, instant access to a pool of sexy cowboys and rugged individualists itching to please an exotic, sexually adventurous  beauty such as Molly Collins.

Well…. that was the theory. Maybe all those guys have moved to some other web site that I’m not aware of. But so far the pool seems pretty fished out.

There is one guy from Santa Fe we’ve exchanged some emails with, along with an offer to meet for a drink one afternoon. But he’s gotten a little tedious already, with a little too much bragging about the size of his wine cellar and his forays to upscale restaurants.

“If we’re talking about size slave, I’m not sure it’s a wine cellar I’m interested in.”

Then there is his reaction to Mistress’s candid statement that her husband gives her permission and would be fully updated on any of their prospective interactions.

“I hope he doesn’t want to watch or listen in” was his response,

“that would be a little creepy….”  He clearly has never heard of the cuckold thing.

There is another persistent fellow who fancies himself as a latter day Ricardo Montalban, who’s picture features a bushy head of white hair and matching moustache. No doubt he drives a fancy car with “fine Corinthian leather”.  But at 64 he’s really not what Mistress is looking for…. After all she’s already got one aging consort. Who needs another? Unless he brings some other guy along for a threesome?

There have been several creepy looking guys who like to send photos showing off all their tattoos. 

“Yuck”, was Mistress’s only reaction.

Then there is this guy who at least makes it clear what he’s looking for:

We both know why we are here and there is no reason to play games. I'm a 100% heterosexual man who enjoys sex with a woman, concentrating on her erogenous zones and am looking for open minded and sensual women who desire to receive as well as give sensual pleasure. I like conversation and foreplay, but also like to cut to the chase and enjoy, as I am a busy and well educated small business owner who works in a physical profession. Not really kinky but you only live once so definitely open to some different experiences... tell me what really turns you on!

What turns me on the most is a confident, adventurous woman who does not play head games and is ready for not just friendship but also sexual intimacy at all times.

Now at least he can cut to the chase….my guess is he doesn’t have a wine cellar, but that “at all times” line makes you wonder if he’s  looking for the Uber version of a sexual partner.

Then there’s a guy from Colorado – purportedly single who’s profile name is “Likes to Sneak Around”.  He claims he is “ready to get crazy naked”, and notes that “I really love pleasing women, taking them to the brink and keeping them there until they can’t take it no more.”

While Mistress might appreciate Mr. Sneak Around’s aspirations, I think she’d be taken aback by his notion of good grammar.

The bottom line: it may be hard to find a suitable match for Mistress on line in a part of the country that is sparsely populated.  Not enough fish in the sea.  Compare that to the rather prolific adventures of Rebecca over at Lapsed Catholic Wife as summarized this week in her year end up date.  Becs, I’m wondering how you find the time to fit them all in?

So at this point Mistress is still shopping. Maybe  Slim Pickens will just fall out of the sky some day and surprise her with his moves.

Our Long Lost Western Correspondent Checks In

It’s been sometime since we’ve heard from our long lost Western Correspondent. We had assumed that he had either been lost in a haze of Ricky Mountain Highness or drowned in a vat of that high end lubricant he uses to keep his special occasion cock from rusting up on him.

In any event we came home from a movie last night to find this surprise dispatch nailed to our cyber wall.  We know Mike’s fans will be anxious to see it raw and unedited. (Mike’s keyboard lost the punctuation keys back in the Dubya era).

Well Mick and Molly leave the country for a few days

And

We get the orange haired 8th grader for president

At least the Russians and the Billionaires won

The rest of us not so much

I kind of was looking forward to Medicare And social security

Im sure glad those white working class have no need of such big government

Fucking morons

I've seen this movie twice before 

1980 and 2000

I know what is going to happen

Well on to the sex front

Congrats Mick on your retirement!

I can only imagine the hijinks U2 will be up to with the two of you home

Mick you better double your efforts to find stud cuckolders for Molly 

Molly you might have to send him on trips to get him out of the house and search for Cuckolders 

The local gym?

The elks club?

Pussycat's practice?

Maybe the Reds?

Or just a garden variety sports bar?

And of course there id always Ashley  Maddison

Just kidding

Love you two lunatics

Have fun 

Can't wait to hear all bout it

Your fateful western reporter

Mike- I’m not sure what “fate” awaits you, or us.  But don’t be a stranger. We can always get you back into the rotation!  But no expense acount this time. I’m still paying off the UCTMW corporate Amex card!

Afternoon Dalliance

Slave is still adjusting to the notion that I really don't have to show up at an office anymore. While I have a few boxes to sort through, I don't really need to show up at all these last few weeks of my tenure. Nonetheless, old habits are hard to break. So there I was yesterday morning at 9 am, behind my desk, and walking the halls like the Ghost of Christmas Past. Maybe I was projecting, but a few people eyed my like they were thinking "Is that old fart still here?"

So by around 2 pm, I figured "WTF, might as well just go home and bug Mistress". To my surprise (not), I found her beneath the covers in our bed at 3 pm or so, working on her computer. She seemed a little surprised that I had "discovered" her in bed so early in the afternoon, and some lame excuses.... not that she needed any.

"It's cold, slave.....and I was out of the house this morning....."

I had thought of doing some work around the house during the afternoon, getting my "man cave" ready for when I start working from home.  But seeing Mistress in our bed was all too tempting.
So I shed my pants and sweater and slipped under the covers with her. And I was in for a surprise.

"Check me out slave.... I have my special tights on....just for you....."

She does know how to press my buttons, doesn't she?

We read for a while, and Mistress requested a nap before I took advantage of those peek-a-boo tights.

But when Mistress woke at around 5 pm, slave had the chance to spread those legs and sample the musky juices betwixt her clean shaven folds.  And once she had a throbbing late afternoon cum, her work-a-day cock was at full attention.

"Hmmm..... you seem ready to go, slave....."

"I guess this retirement thing has it's advantages, Mistress....."

Fortunately, Mistress was very indulgent.

Cuckold Sleepover

Slave prepared dinner last night for Mistress and her lover Jay. While they chit chatted over glasses of wine in our living room, I was down "slaving away" in the kitchen, preparing some broiled arctic char and a simple skillet of fried potatoes and brussel sprouts. It's a simple but colorful meal.

Of course, there are certain protocols when Jay comes calling. He's not one of those macho cuckolders who relishes in the humiliation of the "pathetic cuckolded hubby". In fact, after all these years he still seems a little uncomfortable about the whole deal. He treats me like one of his buddies, with talk of football and politics, not what he has in mind for my all too willing to please wife.

But when he does come over, Mistress makes sure he gets primacy -- including sitting next to him on the couch as we share dinner and discuss the events of the day.  And I refrain from any PDA's in Jay's presence. He's the one who gets to gently stroke Mistress's shoulder or leg, or shares a stolen kiss with her.

Now typically, that is something I handle well. But last night..... Mistress, whether intentionally or not, was teasing her slave. She elected to keep on the dark, black tights she had worn to a work meeting earlier in the day. Of course, she understands her slave's tights' fetish. But last night, all I could do was admire rather than stroke her legs, let alone grovel betwixt them as I so desperately wanted to do. AS you can see from the photo, her tight enshrouded legs were on full display to her slave last night as we ate dinner....me sitting across from the two lovebirds as they sat side by side on our couch.

ARGH!

In any event, after dinner we strolled up to a local ice cream parlor for a little desert. It was a brisk walk which cleared our heads and set the table for the rest of the night.  When we walked back into the house after our little jaunt, it was about 9 pm.

"Time for bed, Jay?"

"Fine by me....."

I had already moved any items I might need to the guest bedroom, so did not have to join them in our bedroom before "lights out".  But Mistress made a little ceremony out of retiring for the night.

"I'm closing this door now slave....", giving me a little mischievous grin as the door closed her behind her for the night.

This time I did not make the mistake of turning on the TV downstairs.  Instead I hunkered down with a good book in the adjoining bed room. It was not too long before the sounds of Mistress's rhythmic moans of sexual delight were resonating through that closed door. And the sound of skin slapping against skin?  Was that Jay's rapid thrusting into Mistress's clean shaven folds.

It was definitely fuel for the imagination.

But don't worry. Slave honored the "no touch" rule.

Now it's morning. Jay spent a few minutes down here in the kitchen with me. I brewed his morning coffee. We chatted about his Buckeyes and the vagaries of the health insurance market under the new authoritarian regime.  Now he's off.

The question this morning is whether Mistress's folds have been a little too over-extended to allow Slave to enjoy sloppy seconds. If so, it could be a long day!