Merry Sexmas!

Mistress and slave are safely huddled up at our High Desert Hideaway (HHD) for the next few weeks. We enjoyed a week back in River City with our two Dommes in Training, but, quite frankly, it's a whole lot less stressful and cozy here in our cabin in the shadows of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

It's also nice to be able to "vocalize" while having sex. After a week of trying to quietly "stifle" during our morning wake-up sex, we can now engage in something more natural. And then there was that "busted" moment, the day after Christmas.

There we are, quietly fucking, my head facing Mistress, her's shadowed by mine. Suddenly there's the sound of our bedroom door opening behind me. A 2 second pause. Then the door slamming closed.

Startling.

I froze in mid-thrust.

"What was that?", I gasped.

"Not sure", Mistress responded with a moan.

I had been soooo close.

We re-gathered our focus, and resumed. But there in the background was that nagging thought.

Which one of our daughters had their image of their "aging" parents shattered that morning?

Neither one of them confessed, or apologized. I guess we can only speculate. Was it the one who is engaged and was sleeping across the hall with her fiancé? If so, was she wondering whether she and her prospective hubby would be having morning sex when they were ancient like us?

Or was it the daughter who lives in Europe, and relentlessly whines whenever we dare to enter her room without an engraved invitation?  If so, pay back is a bitch, I suspect.

Let's just hope the trauma will not last beyond New Year's .

Speaking of which, I noticed this article Celebrating Sexmas! in my email in box. The gist is that the slow week betwixt Christmas and New Year's Day is a good time for "hook ups", those hot but fleeting encounters that can provide some shared bodily warmth for a lonely single (Maybe a  daughter lonely in her childhood bedroom forced to listen to her parents trying to stifle their morning sex?) during that visit home for the holidays.

And who says "Sexmas" encounters should be limited to singles?  What if you're a "hot wife" with a free pass from your devoted cuckolded hubby?

Here at the HDH, Mistress (so far) does not have a "side dish".  But hope springs eternal.  We have re-opened her OKCupid account for the holidays and have a few prospects in the Q. Her luck here has been limited. And I doubt anyone will pop up on her dance card before new year's day.  But with the temperatures falling, and the slopes untypically brown so far this year, it might be worth making an effort to find her someone to supplement her slave's work-a-day cock until we return to River City at the end of January.

Famous Cuckolds In History

Mistress and Slave are home for the holidays, with our two daughters safely ensconced in their bedrooms across the hall.  That makes for some furtive morning couplings in Mistress's chambers before the girls awaken. But it's a small price to pay to have them both close at hand for a festive holiday.

Of course, having the girls at home necessarily cuts off opportunities for any cuckolding action here at the UCTMW World HQ. So we have to live vicariously. And the Crown on Netflix has made that easy to do.  In addition to the story line about Princess Margaret's husband Tony, mentioned here earlier this week, there is another starting revelation about the Tory Prime Minister Harold McMillan, who I remembered vaguely as the dry as mud counterpart to President Kennedy in the days of the Cuban Missile Crisis and "Camelot".

It turns out that McMillian was a cuckold for much of his marriage to his wife Dorothy, the posh daughter of the Duke of Devonshire.  Her lover was a colorful character named Robert Boothby.  Their complicated three way relationship is described in great but tasteful detail in this article: The Prime Minister, his wife and her lover.  

It seems Boothby was a randy fellow, who was a member of Parliament, then a TV personality. He fathered one of the McMillian's daughters, and carried on the affair with Dorothy through thirty years, including 1957-63 when Harold served as PM.  Boothby was bisexual, and was linked to the notorious Brit mobster, Ronnie Kray.  Kray was gay and reputedly had his own relationship with Boothby, when Boothby was not cuckolding Harold.  
(Boothby on right above right; Kray on left)

To show his innate comfort with the role of cuckold, McMillian named Boothby as a "Life Peer" in 1957, making him Lord Boothby, a member of the House of Lords, where apparently they have some pretty cool members' only bars and dining establishments!

Amazingly, all of this was well known to the British media at the time but discretion prevailed, just as the US media kept JFK's notorious womanizing hush hush on this side of the "pond".  Those were the days!

Maybe with a few more years of Trump, we can Make Cuckolding (and Womanizing) Great Again!  Wouldn't it be entertaining to learn that both Melania and Ivanka were cuckolding Donald and Jerad.  If so who would be a good candidate for cuckolder: General Flynn?  Paul Ryan? Sean Hannity? Or just some low profile Secret Service agent with big hands and a bigger "sidearm"?

Cuckolding Comes to Netflix

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we have been getting ready for the holidays. Two daughters (and a prospective son in law) are headed here by the end of the week. The tree is trimmed, and the presents are wrapped. The only downside is that Mistress and slave will have to go into "stealth mode" when it comes to our daily couplings once our daughters are back in residence.

Mistress was hoping that before our girls arrived there might be one more opportunity for some extramarital fun with her one and off lover, Jay.

"Jay seems to be pulling another disappearing act, slave...."

"Here we go again....."

Unfortunately, Jay seems uncomfortable as a "role player" in our little threesome. He seems to resent "sharing" Mistress, and therefore pulls these occasional sulking routines. I suppose that means we will need to go "christmas shopping" again for another lover for Mistress. Sadly, our conventional avenues seem to have dried up.  The OK Cupid candidates were pretty mediocre this time around. And all the would be "doms" on Collarspace seems to be height challenged, married, or both.

But at least we found a little video inspiration over the weekend. We have been plowing through episodes of "The Crown", the Netflix series documenting the reign of Britain's current Queen.  She and her hubby Phillip are as dry as a cactus in the Mojave desert. It makes you wonder about the viability of virgin births in the royal family.

But then the attention passes to Margaret, the younger and darker sister, who clearly had appetites that her more dutiful older sister was spared.

As season two unfolds, she's hooked up with an artsy photographer named Tony, who seduces her with his lenses, motorcycle and snappy uppercrust patter.

But what Margaret doesn't know before their posh wedding at Westminster Abbey is that Tony has more "catholic" tastes, including a hot oriental dancer, and a couple he cavorts when Margaret is tending to her princessly duties. The plot twist is that Tony appears to be the "Bull" in the threeway dynamic, and apparently impregnated the pretty blonde wife on the eve of the big royal wedding. Horrors!

Considering how boring the Queen and her Prince have become as they age in Buckingham Palace, I for one am hoping that the series focuses more of its attention on Margaret, Tony and his assorted lovers in the final episodes this season.

Better yet, maybe they deserve a spin-off series. Sort of like "The Mary Tyler Moore" show begat "Rhoda" and ""Lou Grant", but with more three-ways. If so, that will help Mistress and slave make it through the current cuckolding dry spell.

Friday Night Date Night With Mistress's Lover

Mistress had a date with her lover Jay on Friday night.

It was slave's job to provide the two lovebirds with some cover on a night when they went out in public together. That made me a chaperone, or a "Beard" for their "date night". And for good reason: River City is actually a small town with two major league teams. It's rare when you don't see someone you know at a bar or restaurant on a Friday night. And, sure enough, after the three of us ordered our meals at a Japanese restaurant in the hipster section of downtown, we noticed two friends, a prominent politician and her boyfriend,  on the other side of the long counter where we were seated.

Mistress went down the bar to say hi, while Jay and I continued our discussion of the ongoing apocalypse in DC, as well as his alma mater's prospects in the Big 10 Championship game scheduled for Saturday night. Our friends (no doubt) did not take note that Mistress was accompanied by both her husband and her lover. Instead, it must have seemed that we were simply enjoying dinner with a male friend or colleague.

What they missed was later on that evening. When we got home we lingered over an additional drink.  Then Mistress preemptorily announced "I think it's time for bed, Jay......"

Soon they were headed upstairs together. Slave slept in one of our daughter's rooms.

In the morning I was up early, and therefore missed the wake-up sex action that apparently transpired out of my earshot.

I did get a text from Mistress:

"We're going to have sex now, slave.....then you and I can go for a bike ride after Jay leaves....."

Mistress never likes to miss her morning sex or her daily exercise.

As for slave, I was happy to brew Jay some coffee, served in that "bull" mug again. He was heading home as we hopped on our bikes. On our return, Mistress gave me a chance to worship her clean shaven folds, nice and sticky from her morning's activities.

And later in the day, slave even had a chance to partake in some post-nap sex.

"But you're going to have to do the work, slave.....my body is still a little sore from all that aggressive sex with Jay....."

I was happy to oblige.

Back to the Grind

Mistress and slave are back in River City, where this morning we woke to a thick, cold fog. It makes an ugly contrast to the glory of Ghost Ranch, where we spent last Saturday, hiking to the top of a mesa once painted by Georgia O'Keefe.

Of course, we have had the solace of our daily sexual rituals here. And Mistress slept last night in her black tights, which is always a delightful tease for her slave.

At least for the holiday season, we've given up the search for another lover for Mistress. The four guys Mistress "interviewed" were all washouts for one reason or another.

Two were simply not macho enough for her taste.  One we met for drinks seemed to have some potential, but his "back story" did not seem to hold up, making us wonder if he really was who he claimed to be.  Another just seemed to vanish after a first meeting.

But then there still is Jay.  He and Mistress have had a bit of a renaissance in recent weeks. And he'll be joining us here tonight.

"Jay's coming at around 6:30 tonight slave....."

It will be another one of those three-way dates.  We will share some beverages. Go to dinner, then the two lovebirds will be left to their own sexy devices.

I promise to provide a full update over the weekend for those of you with a prurient interest in all of this. For those of you who don't, maybe we need another weather report?

A Reclusive Thanksgiving

We hope all of our followers in the USA enjoyed a hearty and happy Thanksgiving.

For our part, this was a chance for us to dodge  the annoying aspects of the mandatory rituals that have encrusted Thanksgiving ---  the forced consumption, the endless loop of irrelevant football games, and, for us, preparing large meals for extended family members who always seem to avoid pitching in to the best of their ability.

With our daughters out of town, and my two older daughters committed to dining with their Mother, our River City  TG day feast would have been a B-list affair in any event. So we took the opportunity to motor 1350 miles west to seek shelter here in our SW hideaway.

We were committed to a hermits holiday, so when some folks here invited us to join them for their holiday meal with a group of friends from Florida, we politely demurred.  The home made pies our potential hostess described were certainly tempting (particularly to Mistress), but we had a nagging suspicion that the dinner time chat would quickly lurch into a heated debate about the merits of our Pussygrabber in Chief. Not good for the digestion, or compatible with our desire for a non-traditional holiday.

Rather than park on the couch, munching "starters", or hunkered down  in front of our laptops to do some early on line holiday shopping, we enjoyed some early morning wake up sex, then headed up to the "Top of New Mexico". With snow unusually sparse so far this season, the trail was open for what turned into a 7 hour "jaunt" up and down our adopted state's highest peak. We had learned a lesson on Kili: slow and steady up the trail. At the 13,400 foot top we had an enjoyable chat with a Seattle couple, new to town, who had also found an excuse to avoid a traditional holiday with family back in on the West Coast.

From the top, Mistress also texted our Kili Guide, aka Mountain Man, with a picture of us celebrating our holiday "conquest". He's down in Patagonia now, readying for that trek to the top of Antarctica. He responded within moments  with a humorous congratulatory text, reporting on some nice weather down under.  Mistress was pleased.

Back at home at around 5 pm, we committed the ultimate TG atrocity: dinner for two with our dumbed down "feast"  whipped up and in the oven in about 15 minutes. With a roast chicken and squash in the oven, it gave us time for a brief recuperative nap to rest stiff and achy legs and feet. 90 minutes later, slave quickly whipped up some low energy sides: Brussel sprouts, canned cranberries, and (the horror) STOVE TOP STUFFING!

After that long hike, and the glow of another gorgeous sunset still fading on the horizon, the meal was every bit as yummy as the full tilt feast we would have taken hours to prepare for surly and ungrateful guests back in River City. And the clean up was a comparative snap, without all those extra wine glasses and plates to jam into the dishwasher, as drunken guests jammed the kitchen but failed to lend a helping hand.

Of course, our mission wasn't accomplished until my particularly yummy desert: the chance to worship Mistress shortly after we retired to our bed.

This could be the start of a new family tradition!

Mountain Man Comes Calling

Mistress and slave have escaped to our SW hideaway for Thanksgiving week. It's been an unusually dry and warm fall here in the high desert. So there will not be any skiing on turkey day. But we do plan on a long hike to work up our appetites  for a mini-feast for two that I plan to prepare.

We've committed the unforgivable family sin: dodging all those TG day rituals involving family members you avoid seeing most of the year, but feel compelled to feed on the holiday. But with our two daughters unavailable, and my older girls  and four grandkids committed to dinner with their mother, it would have definitely been a B-list TG this year at our house. The annoyance to gratification ratio did not work out favorably, even after compensating with a hefty helping of guilt. So here we are....

There's been some gratifying sex with Mistress during our cross-country drive, and here in our little cabin. And last night we had a special guest.....Mistress's long time fantasy mountain man.

He's the guy who led us up Mt. Kilimanjaro in September. But , truth be told, all that exposure to him over two weeks in Tanzania burst the  bubble for Mistress. He's no longer the fantasy fuck, but just a tall, rugged, highly competent but socially awkward guy who spends most of his year doing things most of us can only imagine.

Example: this morning he's headed off to Antarctica to lead a group of four guys who paid $45,000/ head for his services. They are climbing the Vincent Masiff, the biggest mountain on that continent. Think crampons, snow suits and 25 below. It's a trip so dependent on weather that it has a start date but no scheduled return date. He lost me when he described how the twin engined plane they fly in to base camp lands going uphill on a glacier.  Watch out for that cravass!

MM lives here when not on some crazy adventure. Mistress had let MM know we were coming to town for TG. MM responded that we  should try to get together for a beverage before he headed south.  But I was skeptical. Was it one of those "sure, let's get together while you're in town" things?  Back in River City, it's the sort of thing you say without really expecting it to happen.

"My guess is it won't happen, Mistress."

Mistress was doubtful herself, and did not pester MM when we arrived in town. So we were both surprised when her I-phone pinged at about 3:30 yesterday afternoon during our nap time.

"How about I come by at around 5 pm", he said.  Mistress agreed, and soon we were out of bed.

Mistress began dressing and primping, ostensibly because we had  plans to go hear music and then get some pizza that evening. But I had to think that her outfit was going a little beyond Monday night music and pizza. Fortunately, I was able to worship before she wriggled into those black tights and a form fitting black dress, highlighted with some of her alluring SW jewelry.  I was impressed. Was she hoping MM would be equally impressed?

After she was fully regaled in her evening outfit, we settled onto our patio, facing the dramatic sun setting sky.  I snatched a photo of her firm tighted legs and boots for your amusement.


MM arrived at the appointed time, and lingered with us for about 90 minutes.  He sat on our leather couch, next to Mistress.  I was in a chair in front of our fireplace, refilling wine glasses. We reminisced about our trip up the mountain, and the quirky bunch of climbers that had joined us. There also was talk about his adventures on Everest over the years, and Mistress's reading on the subject of that infamous "Into Thin Air" climb.  We even dipped into the burgeoning sexual harassment scandals in media and politics. But I must confess there were no apparent (to me) sparks flying. MM's just not that guy who lusts after a married lady. He seems to save is lust for all those mountains.

In any event, now MM is off to the land way down under. It's totally on Slave  to make sure she is sexually fulfilled through this holiday for two. Hopefully I am up to the challenge.

Cuckold Coffee Service

As anticipated, Mistress had a special guest lover in her bed on Monday night.

I had dinner with my cute grandkids, enjoying a special birthday pie my daughter baked. There was even a candle to blow out, causing lots of giggles from the young ones at the table.

Only a few blocks away, Mistress dined out with Jay in honor of his birthday at a local "bourbon bar" that also serves a limited menu of yummy food. His birthday wish for a little more "private" time with Mistress was fulfilled.

All three of us were home by around 8 pm. We lingered over some refreshments for a while in our living room before Mistress announced "It's time for bed, Jay".

I gave them a little more privacy as they went through those before bed rituals. By the time I climbed the stairs, the doors to our bedroom "suite" were closed, lights were out, and the unmistakable sounds of passion were emanating from inside.

In the morning, slave was up early. Mistress came down at around 7 am or so to give me a "happy birthday" kiss. She indicated that Jay would be leaving soon, and that our bed would be available for some birthday celebrating of our own.

But first there was some coffee to be made for Jay before he headed out to the rest of his day.

I'm not sure he noticed the irony of the coffee cup I sent up to him with Mistress.

Mistress's Birthday Boys.

By some odd stroke of karma, Mistress has two birthdays to celebrate this week. Her lover Jay had his on Saturday.  Her slave's birthday is tomorrow. Could it be that Mistress has a thing for Scorpio's?  Or is it just some strange coincidence?

In any event, it has her engaging in two overlapping celebrations of our mutual aging over three days.

Originally we talked about the three of us going out to dinner together. But Mistress confidentially informed me that Jay had given her a little pushback.

"He actually asked whether I was avoiding spending time with just him, slave."

Mistress does seem to enjoy the attention of two of us in one social engagement. (She also says Jay is "better behaved" when I am around. I'm not sure exactly what that means.) But it sounds like Jay is a little jealous of slave ? Now there is a strange juxtaposition of the cuckold dynamic. So to accommodate Jay's desire for a little more "alone time" with Mistress, she scheduled a separate celebration with her lover.

Last night, she and I had dinner at a new restaurant in River City's thriving hipster neighborhood. It was a romantic evening, that culminated in some avid worship of those delightful clean shaven folds after we slipped into bed with full tummies. When she wakes this morning, I am anticipating some very satisfying Monday morning wake up sex.  What a nice way to kick off the work week!

But tonight  I will be sleeping alone.  Mistress will be dining out with Jay, and presumably he will be spending the night.

"It's kind of sad though slave.  You'll be waking up on your birthday in a bed without me!"

"Don't worry Mistress.  In fact, for a cuck like me, it's kind of hot!"

Friday Night Cuckolding

For the 2nd Friday night in a row, Mistress has had a sleepover with her lover Jay.

I arrived home a little early this time. Mistress was taking a "beauty rest" in our bed, with Jay scheduled to arrive in about an hour.

"He seemed a little annoyed that I put him off until 6 , slave.....I think he liked that we got some late afternoon action last week. But I told him I needed to rest a little."

We agreed that I would go downstairs when Jay arrived, and encourage him  to go upstairs and "discover" my underdressed wife in bed.

At the appointed hour, Jay arrived. I greeted him at the door, and we briefly discussed the possibility that our two alma maters might meet in the NCAA playoffs at the end of the football season. Then I told him the "plan" and handed him a glass of wine for Mistress and a beer for him.

 Jay seemed a little sheepish about the concept of a long interval in bed with her as I waited downstairs.

"We will be down soon, Mick."

"No rush on my part, Jay...."

In any event it was about 30 minutes later that the two lovebirds came downstairs. Jay was fully dressed. Mistress was in a black nightie with some gray silkie panties. It was unclear whether either had been sexually satisfied.

Oddly, Jay was a tad taken aback by Mistress's state of undress.

"Mick, Does she always march around down here like that?"

"Actually, she's overdressed. When it's just me, there are no panties."

Jay seemed surprised.

"Is Mistress developing a case of modesty this late in life?", I asked myself.

After some wine and cheese, we headed out for dinner at a funky old restaurant that had some live bluegrass and blues music on stage. We enjoyed each other's company immensely, like an old married threesome.

By about 9:30 pm we were home again. Jay has an early morning appointment today, so it was "time for bed", according to Mistress.  I was a little tuckered myself (and always curious to listen in), so went to bed myself, in the adjoining "girl's" room.

Would they really go to sleep, or would there be some action?

Turns out they were not that sleepy.

I drifted off before they seemed done. But there were some sustained rhythmic moans from my wife for what seemed like ages.  I lost count of apparent sums.

Jay seemed to be at the top of his game last night. Which means slave will likely have to wait until later today, or tomorrow morning for his own opportunity to get some sexual release.

 Slave is looking forward to the after action report, and some clean-up duty when he leaves later this morning.

Another One Bites the Dust.....

Our Western Correspondent asked a good question yesterday:

"What happened to that guy with the Ph.D. in sex studies?"

Well his Ph. D. is actually in something having to do with math and economics. But he did claim some expertise in "sacred sexuality".

We had Ken over recently for dinner. Let's just say that sparks did not fly.

As Mistress reported to me after Ken went home:

"He's smart and interesting, slave.....but not particularly attractive to me."

Her calculus was that Ken was not sufficiently "macho" for her taste.  Ken is tall, but a little too slight for her preference. And the nature of his affection was a tad too cloying.

"He sends me texts calling me 'sweetie'.  yuck....."

As for sexual chemistry, here's what she reported.  After slave did the dishes and retired upstairs, there was a chance for a little "fooling around" on our living room couch.

"We did a little kissing. He was OK. But nothing special."

But then.....

"Then he started taking off his shirt....I said 'what are you doing?"

Sounds as if she politely indicated that she had an early morning, and the nights festivities were over. He was out the door and Mistress was back in bed with me much earlier than slave had expected.

Hint to Ken: wait for the babe to start unbuttoning your shirt for you! Otherwise, leave it on!

So now Mistress is contemplating how best to tell Ken that he is being scrubbed from her prospective 'side dish' list.  And she will move onto the next prospect.

"Honey I'm Home....."

Mistress had a busy day on the cuckolding front yesterday, while her slave was traveling to and fro from our state's boringly flat capital for a continuing education seminar. (I had to leave too early on Friday for our traditional "wake up sex").

First she had a "first meet" luncheon with a prospect from OKCupid. He's a native of Liverpool,  now based in these parts, with a busy travel schedule as an airline pilot.  As I headed back down the highway, I got a quick debrief by phone from Mistress on this new prospect.

"He's the best one so far of this new crop, slave....."

She summarized for me: smart, interesting, easy to talk to, tall. He's a single guy who seems comfortable with the sort of "side dish" role that Mistress has in mind. And he's not too pushy, like some guys.

"He seems willing to take this slowly, slave.... not like some of these guys who expect you to jump into bed with them after the first drink."

Presumably, these two will schedule some sort of follow up get together in the coming weeks.

But even while Mistress is in the recruiting phase, her lover Jay is trying his best to get back in her good graces.  Jay's son is out of town this week, so the two scheduled a sleepover for last night.

I wasn't scheduled to be home until about 6:30 pm, so there was an opportunity for some early "nookie".

"He's arriving at 5 pm or so slave....so some sex, then the three of us can go to dinner. Is that OK?"

Of course, who would I be to say "no".

When I arrived home, Jay's car was in the driveway. But no one was downstairs. They had clearly adjourned to the "executive suite" upstairs.

As I walked through the door, I yelled a somewhat sarcastic, "Honey, I'm home!", in the general direction of the bedroom. Then I poured my self a glass of red and settled onto the couch to blast through some accumulated emails.

It would have been a classic scene of husband catching his wife "in flagrante" if I wasn't a well trained and complicit cuck.

Maybe 20 minutes later, Mistress came downstairs to join me, dressed in nothing more than some lacy yellow panties and a matching bra.

"Hope you don't mind that we got started without you, slave", she teased.

Of course I didn't mind.

About 10 minutes later, Jay joined us, now fully clothed, if a tad sheepish. Mistress changed into something more presentable and we were then off into a chilly, rainy night for some bracingly spicy Japanese noodles.  After dinner, we stoped off at a local bar where a political event was unfolding, chatting with the usual suspects, and introducing our third as "our friend Jay".  If folks were raising eyebrows about the third wheel, we could not tell.

Back at home, there was some light chit chat before Mistress announced that "'it's time for bed, Jay."

As far as I can tell, the two love birds drifted off quickly, as I retired to our daughter's room. But I am guessing there will be a little more action before Jay heads home this morning.

Slave may be waiting until this afternoon before I get to break my going on 48 hours of abstinence!

They're Back......

Yes, tights season is back!  Here in River City, we had the last gasp of summer over the weekend. Sunny skies. Temperatures in the 70's.  But when we woke here Monday morning, temperatures were falling and skies were gray.

"I think tights season is here, slave....."

Of course, since slave has a long and viral tights kink, Mistress had a devilish grin on her face as she let me watch her shake out some black tights that had been languishing since April in her mysterious tights and undies drawer. I stood there slack jawed watching her bunch them up and slither those shapely mountain climber legs into them.

Yum.

The sad part is that it was one of those Monday mornings when Mistress had a way too early meeting, meaning that slave would have to defer his own sexual release until later in the afternoon. Compound my horny by the fact that Mistress had been away since Friday morning, visiting our daughter in GA. When she arrived back at the UCTMW World HQ late Sunday night, she was way too tired from a long flight back for any "catch up" sex. So slave had actually been on abstinence watch for more than THREE DAYS.  Dang.

Slave's been back at a "2nd career" sort of job these last few weeks. But thoughts were lingering on Mistress in those black tights, and the prospect of breaking that long, sad abstinence streak when I got back to her.

Mistress threw some kindling on the smoldering fire with a test around 3:30.....

"Let's have sex this afternoon, slave....."

"Absolutely", I quickly responded, hoping those in the meeting would not be offended by my distraction.

"I'm in bed now....."

That gave me the extra motivation to steer my meeting to a prompt conclusion.

My bonus: Mistress was still in those black tights, with nothing more, when I slid into bed next to her an hour later.

CUCKOLD ALERT:

Tonight Mistress will be entertaining at home one of her OKCupid suitors. This is Ken, for those keeping score. Slave will be cooking.

"I won't necessarily be having sex with him tonight slave.  Not sure we are ready for that."

Ken is the guy working on a Ph. d. (of sorts) in "sacred sexuality". But entertaining. And clearly drawn to Mistress. However, the jury is still out for Mistress on whether sparks will fly between the two of them.

"Makes sense. Let's just play it by ear."

Updates, tomorrow.

Wonderful Movie Kink

Time for one of our occasional movie / tv reviews. Over the weekend (after Mistress's cuckold sleepover) we took some time to walk up the street to our local cinema to check out the new biopic about the creators of the Wonder Woman comic character.

Of course, Wonder Woman has a place in the psycho history of any submissive male of a certain age. As a baby boomer who came of age in the 1960's I was a comic book addict. In the stone ages before cable and the internet, a pre-teen's entertainment relied on the fantasy world created by DC and Marvel comics. And I must say I was particularly drawn to  those oft repeated scenes where some comic book villain put some "hero" into a fix involving chains or rope. Then there was Wonder Woman, with her magic lasso, who saucily made the male bad guys confess their crimes while in her tight  golden coils. Of course, it was also common for WW to find herself within the confines of some bad guy's (or girl's) bondage. It definitely got my young impressionable motor running in all sorts of kinky ways. no wonder I ended up a world renowned sex blogger!So when we saw the trailer for the new movie "Professor Marston and the Wonder Women" , it was "must see" viewing, particularly when it debuted at our local cinema. Here is a link to the trailer.

We were not disappointed. The movie chronicles the "adventures"  launched when Harvard Psychology Professor William Moulton Marston, his wife Elizabeth and their TA Olive Byrne invented the lie detector and simultaneously began a polyamorous relationship that lasted decades. Of course, messing  with a student would get you fired even in the 21st Century. The Marstons were booted from Harvard once their "deviance' was discovered. But their experiences and Marston's ground breaking theories on the role of dominance and submission led to their creation of the female comic book  character who became a lasting femdom poster girl.

The movie chronicles the efforts of the "decency" crusaders in the 50's to crack down on Wonder Woman's kinky proclivities, and Marston's subversive efforts to indoctrinate  his young readers with his theories on female dominance and male submission.  At least for this young reader, it seemed to have worked!

But was the movie hot?

Uhhh..... yeah. There are several smoldering three way scenes of the two attractive "wonder women" and the Prof cavorting in all sorts of kinky ways.  And a very hot scene of Mrs. Marston  binding Olive when dressed in a kinky costume that became the model for the comic WW. It certainly had  slave squirming in his seat.  And Mistress confessed she thought it was pretty hot too!
Rating: two nipples and one caged cock up! Don't wait until it makes Netflix.

Three Way Date Night

Mistress, slave and her lover Jay had what amounted to a  date night on Saturday evening. Jay seems to have gotten over the funk that had him dropping off the "side dish" map earlier in the year, and has made it clear he wants to spend more time with Mistress. That led to her invitation to join us for a night out on the town.

River City had a big "light show" extravaganza downtown over the weekend, which packed streets, bars, parks and restaurants. The three of us joined the throngs oohing and ahhing over all those bright, shiny things illuminating the sides of old 19th Century buildings. Under cover of darkness and the crowds, it was easy for the three of us to have a tasty Vietnamese dinner and then wander the streets together. And while we ran into several friends along the way, it was easy to blend in and simply say "this is our friend Jay".

Little did they know that "our friend Jay" would be sharing the bed with Mistress at the end of the evening, while slave slid under the sheets of our daughter's bed.

We got home rather late, and sat in the living room for a night cap. Mistress and Jay took the couch, and it wasn't long before her long and athletic legs were stretched over Jay's lap, her toes toying with his legs. Was she a little randy? Teasing me? or just relaxed with the notion of sharing her night with the two of us?  I wasn't sure, but it certainly had my motor running.

Soon we "retired" to our respective beds. Slave nodded off quickly, not sure what was transpiring in the bedroom next door. But certainly curious.

I slept in later than normal, but then so did the two love birds. It wasn't until 9 or so that Mistress emerged, ordering up some coffee for Jay.  She was still in a skimpy nightie, sans undies (of course) and had obviously been doing more than sleeping.  I took advantage, embracing her from behind, and letting my fingers rove a bit, over her breasts, and betwixt moist thighs.

Later we would walk up the street together for breakfast at a local diner. Then Jay was off and we took a bike ride before the rains started.  When we got home from our ride, the agenda was lazing in bed with the paper, and a nap to catch up on lost sleep.

"Are you horny slave?"

"Of course, Mistress....."

And why wouldn't I be. It had been more than 24 hours since our Saturday morning wake-up sex.

"Well you may have to wait until later, I've had a little too much sex already today."

Awww. Poor Mistress.

Fiction Friday- "A Charitable Impulse"

"Jean, what's on my schedule after 11?", Julia Mulloy asked her long time assistant, voice just loud enough to be heard through the open doorway linking their adjoining offices. 

 "Well...your staff meeting at 11, then at 1pm you get arrested". 

 "Huh?" Julia stood, striding on long shapely legs towards her assistant's desk, eyebrows raised. 

 "Remember...you volunteered for this year's Children's Hospital Jail Fundraiser. You get arrested. Your staff and friends bail you out. We've been raising money for weeks. I hear you will be a very valuable prisoner." 

 "Right...wish you had reminded me. I'm not exactly dressed for the penitentiary". 

 Julia raised her arms, turning, modeling the short black skirt and form fitting creamy silk blouse that was her typical business attire. Sheer dark hose and black pumps completed the ensemble. "I had that breakfast presentation today ". ." 

 In contrast, Jean was relatively short, with frosted blond hair cut closer than the long black hair of her boss. Jean's smaller body was fit from years of tennis and running. Unmarried, she was a few years older than the young executive she had worked with since joining the company ten years earlier. She prided herself in her loyalty and discretion that made them quite a team.Up until today that is. 

 "I'm sure they were impressed", Jean commented, taking in the tall shapely body of her boss. "But no problem, I am sure your jailers will treat you well. Maybe the sexy outfit will get you time off for good behavior." 

 "So what is the incarceration drill?", Julia asked, heading back to her desk to plow through accumulated emails. Following her into her office, Jean looked over Julia's shouldrer, a smile creasing her lips . "Oh, no big deal. An officer picks you up here, takes you downtown to the Hospital's "holding cell", one of us will be there promptly to pay your bail". 

 "Well don't be late...I want to work out tonite. I have the night off for a change." 

 "Not to worry", Jean said, her smile turning into a grin as she turned her back, heading back to her office. "If only she knew" she thought to herself. 

 Julia Mulloy was a beautiful 30 something who wanted and had it all: a great career managing the foundation of a Fortune 500 company. two great kids, off this week at summer camp, a successful attentive husband, if off on some business trip tonite, and a long, well toned body to die for. Of course, she didn't get where she was in life without making a few enemies. Among her staff there were those who appreciated her talent and support, but secretly called her a bitch when she got into her demanding mode. Outside the company she had also made her share of enemies. When you had a budget of millions to spread around the City's many charities those that got were appreciative. Those that were left off the largesse list took it personal. 

 Julia's busy morning melted into early afternoon. As plates of chicken salad were cleared from the conference room table, Jean answered the buzz of a nearby phone. Looking at Julia, eyes twinkling, she said "Looks like its time for your arrest". Smiles, laughs broke out among the half dozen, mostly female members of Julia's staff.. 

 "I can't belive I let you con me into this", Julia protested, as a short slender female version of the City's finest was shown into the conference room. 

 "I'm Officer Patricia Dunn. Is Julia Mulloy here?" she said, all business. 

 Standing, Julia reached to shake the officer's hand . "Just let me freshen up and get my purse". 

 "Sorry Maa'm, where you are going the purse won't be necessary." 

 Grasping the young executives wrist, the short but surprisingly strong officer swiftly ratcheted shut the open handcuff she had concealed from Julia in her closed hand. "Wait', Julia excalimed, "You don't need to..." . 

"Just following procedures". Officer Dunn responded, twisting the cuffed wrist behind the back of the blushing executive, then clasping and cuffing the other wrist, behind her back. 

 "This is humiliating", Julia muttered, as her staff, at first surprised, laughed at their assertive boss's sudden demise at the hands of the much smaller female officer. "This is not funny", Julia said, more loudly, face red., glaring at Jean, who approached her. "Don't worry, Julia. Its all for a good cause". Jean pushed the dark hair that had tumbled over her boss's face behind her ear, attempting to sooth ruffled feathers. "Let me get your jacket". SHe placed the black, designer suit jacket over her boss's broad , muscular shoulders, hiding the cuffs from view. 

 Julia squirmed in the binding handcuffs. She thought about other times she had been cuffed. Privately. But quickly sought to suppress the thought. This was different. Humiliating. Non-consensual. But the reflections on those past encounters with binding steel made her stomach flutter. Of couse, none of them knew. "Let's get this over with" she demanded, trying to reassert control over the situation and her own slightly deviant thoughts. 

 "Just a second. I have some special orders with this arrest", Officer Dunn said, interrupting Julia's effort to reassert control.. "And those are?" Julia retorted, looking down on the officer approaching her, eyebrow raised in disdain. 

 "Apparently you are considered to be a "dangerous" prisoner. One of the contributor's has pledged more money if we take high security measures when bringing you in. 

More titters from the staff, supressed by a glare from Julia. "How much more?" 

"$5000", Jean interjected. 

  "You knew about this?", Julia demanded, turning her disdainful glare on her assistant. 

 "You know the Hospital is our No. 1 Charity this year. I've been working the phones to make you the most valuable prisoner in this year's dock.You have some special friends out there willing to pay big for your arrest and release." 

 Temporarily pacified by her assistant's apparent devotion to a good cause, Julia sheepishly looked at the officer, "OK...do your worst". Another stomach flutter , sliding a bit lower , arose from that act of submission, and her curiosity about what was to come. 

 She had not seen the leather pouch the officer had brought with her. Out came the broad leather belt, strapped around her waist, securing her wrists in back. What were the other D's rings for, Julia speculated. 

 Then the ankle shackles. Padded leather, connected by a 12 inch chain. "At least they won't run those hose", Jean said, all too perkily. 

 Finally a leather contraption that made Julia step back, only to be braced by Jean from behind. "No" was all Julia could say, shaking her head. "Sorry", officer Dunn responded, as Jean cooed her sympathetic assurances. "Just think of those Children!" Her back pressed against the conference table, Julia really had no choice but to submit as the leather mask slid over her face, covering eyes in darkness. SHe shook her head and opened her mouth in protest as the officer, or was it Jean, slid a thick leather plug into her mouth, gagging her tightly as the contraption was buckled off, behind her neck, under her long raven hair. All she could do was shake her head in frustration now, with hands and ankles restrained. No laughter now as the staff was silenced in amazement at so thorough a subjection of their normally in control boss. 

 In darkness, Julia was led by the elbow from the room, down silent hallways, presumably out the back door into the office's parking garage. She wondered which of her colleagues had witnessed her humiliating arrest. Doing the perp walk for charity now seemed no less embarrassing than the real thing. 

 Jean was still at her side, making small talk with the officer as they headed, presumably, to some waiting vehicle. Julia heard the chirp of an unlocking door , and the sound of a van door sliding back. Officer Dunn said, "I believe the orders call for one more security measure." Julia could only mumble her confusion through gagged lips. Then she was turned her back pressed against the side of the van. 

 Now Jean's voice came to her from inches away. But it seemed a different Jean, hands now pressed against Julia, one on shoulder one on hip. "Julia...you may hate me after this is over. But, knowing you, working for you as long as I have, I have decided to take that risk. Plus...we've raised lots of money for the hospital!" WIth that, Jean 's fingers slid to the waist of her boss,opening the fastener and zipper of that short black skirt. Despite squirms and muted protests, gravity took the skirt to Julia's ankles, where firm hands lifted each shackled foot to pull it away, exposing the dark pantyhose that covered Julia's muscular legs. 

  "Hmmm...no undies", the officer commented archly. "She hates panty lines", Jean responded, as if Julia was not there. Julia turned even redder, frustrated that she could not be heard through her gag, then astonished as she felt Jean, or was it the officer, fiddle with the leather belt at her waist, attaching who knows what, then spinning her around, chest now pressed firmly against the van. Hands reached between her thighs, lingering intimately, to Julia's astonishment, then pulling something through. 

  "I believe she's wet already", Jean commented to the officer, who laughed softly. Whatever had been pulled through her legs was connected to the leather belt in back, then . tightened with a jerk that brought Julia to her toes. Gasping into her gag, Julia was turned again, facing the unseen Jean. But this time Jean moved even closer, one of her thighs sliding between Julia's , pressing against an undeniably responsive cunt, making Julia breath hard, heart racing. 

 "Julia, darling. You and I have had a business like relationship all these years. But as your assistant I pick up things. Like those emails to that woman lawyer in Boston." Julia gasped. Those were private. "Or the handcuffs you used to keep buried in your briefcase". Another gasp. Mike had given her those. To use with that Boston lawyer. "Then there was that kinky bondage novel you had in your desk for so many months." Julia's head sunk. Busted. 

 "But sometimes you can be so dense. You know I like women. But you never picked up on the crush I've had for you all these years". Now Jean's fingers were sliding under Julia's silk blouse, teasing a nipple with strong polished nails. Julia's pulse raced, cunt now dripping. 

 "Well it turns out I am not the only one with a crush on you. Someone you know has decided to pay big to your favorite charity for some quality time with you today. Your schedule is clear through late tonite. When your evening is over, give me a call and tell me whether I have a job in the morning....Better yet. Stop by and give me the blow by blow. Let me soothe those aching muscles." With a final tweek at Julia's left nipple, and a final grind of thigh against molten cunt, Jean stepped away. 

 "Take her away officer", Jean said with a laugh. "But let me turn this on first". Julia jumped as she felt a vibrator, incorporated in the cunning crotch strap, come to life in close contact with her sex. Her knees nearly buckled as she took in her plight and the confession of lust she had just received from her long time assistant. In a fog mingling embarrassment with a quickening sexual agitation, she let the officer slide her into the van, where she was buckled into place, squirming in her bonds, on the van's firm bench seat. Her assistant had learned of and exploited her darkest fantasies. The effect was incendiary. But where was she headed now? 

Threadbare?

Mistress and slave had a laid back weekend here in River City, particularly on Saturday when our typical familial engagements were scrubbed. It left time for some exhilarating wake-up sex, which also put an end to slave's abstinence arising from Jay's Thursday night sleep over. Then there was a bike ride and even some mid-day sunning on what might have been the last day of "Indian summer" here in the heartland.

It didn't take slave much to persuade Mistress to relax in our garden, where she basked and napped for a couple of hours with me.  But I could not  resist taking a photo of her when she was snoozing. Is it me, or is her lovely bottom a little more exposed than usual in this photo?

On Sunday morning we celebrated a switch day light, with slave deploying Mistress' s favorite power tool to "force" a rather dramatic orgasm from her clean shaven folds.

BTW, even though Jay has reappeared, Mistress did not cancel some scheduled "meet and greets" with a few gentlemen she has received overtures from via OK Cupid.  Last night she and I met Ken, a guy about her age who purports to me "sapiosexual".  Ken is an interesting guy, divorced, well educated, who has immersed himself in "sacred sexuality" via a number of kinky sounding seminars he has attended in places as far and wide as San Diego, Michigan and London (England, not Kentucky). But will there be a connection?

"He's interesting slave....but the jury's still out on whether there's an attraction."

Clearly, Ken was attracted to Mistress. He's anxious to move onto the "next phase", and even referenced some ongoing arousal as the two departed with a hug yesterday evening at a local watering hole.

But then Mistress has a tendency to do that to guys.

Unscheduled Cuckold Sleepover

Mistress took me a little by surprise earlier this week when she mentioned that Jay (her long lost lover) had suggested they go to dinner on Thursday night.

Jay had disappeared from her life about 8 months ago, without any real explanation. It was annoying and inconsiderate, and a subject of conversation between us for a while. But then Mistress seemed to let it go, moving on to other things, including OK Cupid and JJ.

But then, after our return from Africa, the two talked a bit, and then had lunch last week.

"He apologized for disappearing slave. Said he was in a 'funk', and I was gone so much he just sort of gave up on me."

Jay has the burden of an aging Mom and a disabled son. So a "funk" was a credible explanation.


Now it was a more formal "date",  an evening out together. But would there be more? On Thursday, as Mistress primped for him and I prepared some dinner to take over to my cute grandkids, we discussed contingencies.

"So will he be sleeping over, Mistress...."

"I really don't know, slave. Let's just see how it goes."

Jay was stopping by to pick Mistress up shortly after I left for my daughter's house. It occurred to me that there might be some "making out" going on in my living room as I helped set the dinner table and carved the roast chicken I had brought with me. Or maybe this would simply be a chaste visit? Were they shifting into a "just friends" mode?

While I was eating dinner with my grandkids, Mistress gave me a call.

"We're eating at [a restaurant in the neighborhood]. Why don't you stop by and have a drink with us on the way home? Oh.... and Jay's spending the night,,,,,,"

So it seemed Mistress and Jay had patched things up?

At the little neighborhood bistro where they were eating, I joined them over desert. We caught up for lost time, talked about our trip to Africa, and the latest crazy emitting from the White House. Then we headed back to our house.

Jay patiently suffered through my little slide show on our Kili adventure. Then Mistress hinted that it was time to retire to her "executive suite". I think she was looking forward to some "make up" sex, which is always the best, isn't it?

I had made my own contingency plan: before leaving I had made sure my laptop and kindle were already ready for me in our daughter's room. I did not want to interrupt them in flagrante. And as I drifted off to sleep, without Mistress to warm the bed, I could hear some rather loud and enthusiastic moans of sexual release emanating  through the door of our bedroom, along with murmurs of animated conversation during the respites that they took from more active sexual engagement.

They clearly were back in a comfortable saddle, and making up for lost time.

Jay had said he was setting his alarm for 6 am, and I was prepared by then downstairs to make him some coffee. But it turned out that the two reunited lovebirds "slept in". It wasn't until 8 am that they emerged, looking a little rumpled, but satisfied. I made Jay that coffee, and soon he was on the way, but not without a lingering goodbye kiss.

Mistress allowed her slave to worship after Jay left, and I had a chance to savor all those intermingled juices that are left behind after a night in bed with your "side dish".  But Mistress made clear that her slave would be experiencing an unscheduled "abstinence day".

"I think I've had more than enough sex for today slave....."

"Understood, Mistress."

Fortunately, I suspect Mistress will be more than ready for her slave's attention this morning.



"

The Cougar Effect

Mistress has been filtering through a variety of OJ Cupid supplicants over the last week. She is (and has every right to be) very selective. Which means sometimes a guy who seems like a prospect ends up in the cutting room floor.

Like the guy looking for a dominant woman. We toyed with the idea of a tag team of two slave tending to Mistress's needs. But this guy seemed more focused on his own needs.  She indicated a willingness to meet. He was asking for more information about Mistress's "style of dominance". But Mistress resists any sort of explicit chat before meeting someone.

"Slave, I've learned that when you do that, and then meet and discover there is no chemistry, you feel pretty stupid about sharing all that information....."

Makes sense. As her corresponding secretary I explained her reticence, but  told the guy he was welcome to share his own preferences if he felt comfortable doing that.  In response, the would be sub said he was looking for a "more hard or sadistic Woman to submit fully to. A Woman who enjoys subjecting a male fully to her whims and enjoys S&M and bondage to a fuller degree."

Hmmm.

When I described these preferences to Mistress, she sighed.  "That sounds like a lot of work, slave...."

In addition, and as I told this dude, Mistress is neither "hard" nor a sadist. And while she could work with someone willing to show his submission and devotion, and wear a cock cage to his heart's content, a guy looking for sadism and "hard" might consider looking elsewhere. The guy agreed when Mistress responded that "if you're looking for sadism, I'm not your cup of tea."

One thing that has become clear is that any successful supplicants for Mistress's attention are probably going to be younger than she is. The guys in their mid to late 50's on OK Cupid around here seem pretty dull and, well.....old.

"They seem a lot older than you do, slave.....even though they might be 10 years younger."

I guess Mistress keeps her slave younger than his actual age!

This brings us to an article in the Times yesterday, titled I want my 2.3 bonus years. It's written by a woman in her 30's bemoaning the fact that guys her age would rather date women in their 20's. It enclosed this chart that supposedly shows the preferences of men and women on OK Cupid, that she says shows that men of older ages are attracted to younger women, while women are attracted to guys their own age.



But I took away another message:  once women hit age 40 or so, the curve bends.   Once they his 40, women are  attracted to younger men. (The chart, sadly, ends at age 50. But presumably women in their 50's also follow the trending of jonesing for  younger guys).  This COUGAR tendency certainly is consistent with Mistress's experience. I mean she already has an old guy!  Why not go for someone down the food change.

Of course, this leaves old slaves like me twisting in the wind. If the curve on this chart was to continue on, my guess is only women in their late 70's would be interested in a guy approaching 67, even if I did just summit Kili.  I'm very grateful  Mistress hasn't kicked me to the curb just yet!

Re-Grouping In River City

Here in River City, Mistress and slave have been a little slow to get back in the groove.  Oh, not in a sexual way. We've been doing our typical wake-up sex here, with a late afternoon worship session chaser thrown in to keep Mistress sexually satisfied.

But it's been particularly difficult to shake free from the good vibes of our trip to Kili and get back into the more harried rhythms of life back here in the "city". The expectations of clients, family and our community activities are, well, annoying.

But we plod on, and part of that is dipping Mistress's toe back into the OKCupid marketplace, after concluding that JJ is a little too one dimensional when it comes to meeting Mistress's needs. Sadly, there is not much there other than a really big cock.

Of course, one problem with any on line dating service is the chance in a relatively small town that you might actually know someone's "secret identity". That actually happened twice in recent weeks.

There was the guy who labeled himself "adventurous zack", and admitted on his profile that the picture he used to attract attention was actually a "ringer" which he said was to avoid any of his employees knowing that he was looking for love in (one of) the wrong places.  He and Mistress exchanged a couple of "getting to know you" emails on the OK Cupid system, but when Mistress asked him to email a real photo.....

"Oh no..... I know this guy, slave......!"

Turns out they had met in a business context, The potential embarrassment made Mistress decide to simply drop "zack". She was afraid to even explain that she knew him, for fear that he would then work hard to discover Mistress's secret identity.

Of course, these tables can turn.... and they did. Mistress communicated a bit with a guy who said he was in an open relationship, and that his female "partner" sometimes liked to play. We suggested maybe the four of us get together for a drink to compare notes. He asked for a photo of us both, which was forwarded. And then..... nothing for a day or two.  That led me to look more closely at his and her photos and..... oops!

Sure enough the female partners was someone I recognized as a Facebook friend of both Mistress and myself. Now we know a little too much about them (he is "heteroflexible", she is "bi") and they both play around. And of course they both now know what the seemingly boring Mistress and slave get up to in their spare time.

We responded with a "how embarrassing" email, assuring them that their "secret" was safe with us, and hoping they would respect our "secret" as well.  The guy did say he would still like to get together for a drink with Mistress. That may or may not happen.

Mistress also got a solicitation from a self described submissive male who is somewhat younger and kind of nice looking. Would she be interested in taking on someone with such desires?  I suppose the thought of two men in cock cages tending to her every need might have some appeal.  We shall see.

Catching Our Breath

Mistress and slave are back in River City, still coming down from the "high" of our journey to the roof of Africa. It was one of those life changing adventures that will take a while to absorb and file away.

On the return journey we stopped for three nights in Amsterdam, visiting with our EuroDaughter and absorbing the atmosphere (and great food and drink) of one of the world's most beautiful cities. It also gave us some time to restore our sexual life to a more normal pace: a week on the mountain in a tent with close neighbors definitely kept normal "relations" in check. Though rest assured that Mistress got daily in tent worship!

One afternoon while our daughter was resting we ambled through Amsterdam's "red light" district, which is tawdry even by our rather "in the gutter" tastes. But we did see this amusing shop displaying all sorts of gags, binding devices and leatherwear in the window.  Sadly, the shopkeeper was just shutting down for a late lunch when we arrived, so there was no chance for shopping. The sign said they make all of their own products and "ship world wide",  My guess is they have an internet presence.

Now that we are back, Mistress is mulling over what to do about her "side dish" situation. Although JJ has a rather impressive cock and the endurance to make shower her with an overload of orgasms, there is something missing. Mainly, a bedside manner.

"He's pretty one dimensional, slave.....not much communication other than of the 'when can I come over and fuck you' variety".

Example: when we got home after a two week plus journey, his only message was "ready for cock?"  No, "how was your trip?", let alone "gee I missed seeing you....."  Not exactly a way to worm your way into a Mistress's heart.

Slave tends to agree, not that my opinion counts. Mistress deserves more slam, bam,  transactional sex, even from a "side dish".  So while the formal call on the fate of JJ has not yet been made, it seems likely Mistress will be on the market for another  side dish this fall.

Been There. Done That.

Mistress and slave successfully assaulted the roof of Africa and have lived to tell the tale. Not that it was easy.  That final all night climb in the cold up to !9,000 feet literally took our breath away. But we made it. The credit goes to an amazing team of guides and porters who coached us, led us, carried our shit, and fed plenty of African comfort food  for a week on the mountain.


Once we slogged off the mountain, Mistress was justifiably tuckered out. As you can see from this scene of her getting some well deserved pool side nap time in the "wilds" of Tanzania. We are not home just yet. There's been a brief layover in Amsterdam to visit with our daughter and "rehydrate". Fortunately, our accommodations for the last few night have allowed us to catch up on the lost mating opportunities on the mountain. High altitude sex is not my speciality, especially when the folks in the tent next door can hear everything that's going on.

That's it for now. Once we are back in River City we can resume our normal updates. Just wanted to let all of you know that we survived!