Autumnal Update: New Address for UCTMW World Headquarters

It's been a busy fall here in River city.  Mistress and slave packed up the UCTMW "home office", got rid of much detritus, and have escaped to a new venue: a river's edge apartment in our semi-bustling downtown. It's a big but unexpectedly pleasant change from our three floor rambling old house that we called our HQ (at least some of the time) over the last 15 years.

Suddenly freed of leaves to rake and quirky and unexpected  maintenance issues to resolve, it's given us more time for afternoon walks along our riverfront, and evenings re-introducing ourselves to restaurants and bars that we had avoided over the years as a little too far afield. We've also had more time for sex!  We actually accomplished the elusive "daily double" two days in a row over the weekend.  (What else are you going to do when the local NFL squad is in competition for the hallowed title for worst team in the nation? We shall under-come!)

And while the "side dish" situation has remained dormant, it has not been for lack of trying now that we have "settled in" to our new, downsized digs.  We have switched back on Mistress's OKCupid profile, and remain listed on Collarspace.  (If you do OKCupid, check her out at "Molly Collins")

But so far, only the typical losers and / or  liars have crossed Mistress's radar screen:

Example 1:  a guy who connects with us via Collarspace talks all big time Dom, claims he is single and available. Willing to meet up and see if there is chemistry, we show up at the designated bar on a sultry Monday night.  Get a table outside. And wait. And wait.  The guy "ghosts" us, and fails to even send an email explaining why he changed his mind.

Example 2:  Another would be Dom does meet us at the same location.  But .....pffft. Some lame story about how he and his wife remain married and co-habiting in the cliched "sexless marriage". While he represented he had a "free pass", he seemed very anxious to get out of there pronto, apparently worried about missing his curfew.  But the ultimate deal killer?  He told us he was a runner.  What we hadn't bargained on was his runner's bod.  Mistress does not go for scrawny dudes. And this guy was so scrawny it seemed like either one of us could bench press him.

Example 3: Guy with a seemingly appealing profile on OKCupid reaches out.  He says he's 60, a few years  older than her and a few years younger than me. In the "potential" ballpark.  Mistress plays along a bit. E mail addresses are exchanged. We trade photos. He gives her his real name. After a little googling Mistress determines that the guy is really north of 70.

"I already have someone older than me slave.  Why bother with someone even older!"

"Exactly, Mistress."

I am instructed, as her corresponding secretary , to convey the news, and I do, without calling attention to his massive age fib.  He responds with an "I get it, but am disappointed."  So we've heard the last of him, right?  Uhhh, no.

An hour or so later another email pops up in our "burner" in-box: "Are you sure?" he asks, and attaches this photo:

Yes, dude. Mistress is  even more sure.

So the hunt goes on.  If any of our readers have any thoughts on where to open a new "front", let us know.

In the meantime, enjoy those falling leaves.  I, for one,  will not be raking them!