Live Blogging Mistress's AM Interview

Mistress and slave are (at this very moment) at a local watering hole here in the high desert.  It's an odd combination of radio station, concert venue, bar and grill with big views.  The DJ is warning listeners of an impending "snow emergency".

It's happy hour!  But what really brought us here are not cheap drinks but Mistress's interview with a dude she met via Ashley Madison. Slave came along as "security". Now I'm parked at a table in the back (watching the DJ), while Mistress chit chats with this new "prospect". Fortunately, I made sure to bring my lap top and mobile wifi device.

You can tell I was a cracker jack boy scout: "Be Prepared!" The wifi and a milk stout have me entertained as I scope out Mistress chit chatting with her prospect across the room.

On paper, this guy fits the bill.  Ivy League Degree. A certain rugged individuality that suits the backwaters of the SW, and that appeals to Mistress.

He was probably a bit taken aback when I walked in the door with Mistress and humbly introduced myself, then took a table on the far side of the room.

So is there face to face chemistry?


He's appears to be a  little older and shorter than advertised.

A little pudgier than advertised.

Will Mistress find a hidden appeal that slave has overlooked?

Not sure.  At least the conversation has not died (it's been going on for 40 minutes or so). And the worst that can come of this is that we find a guy who might be able to help us design an irrigation system to become more sustainable out here. Or maybe he can build us a garage with a big closet that can store some of Mistress's out of season wardrobe.

Believe me, we could use some extra closet space!

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.

Just When You Least Expect It....

As reported yesterday, Mistress was on the verge of giving up her quest for a new "side-dish", at least through the holidays. The pickings were slim on AM this time around, and the comic relief was no longer worth the hassle.

But there was one final candidate. We had been trading emails with him for a few weeks. He was single and moving to town for a new job; and Mistress (or her corresponding secretary) provided some helpful tips on what neighborhoods to look at for his new home. Our trip to Europe and his own travels had delayed an initial meeting.

Mistress is averse to phone calls or texting until that first meeting. Her theory is that unless you find that initial spark when you meet someone, all that furtive texting or chatting via phone can be a waste of time.

So last night was to be their first real one on one communication. The plan was to meet at a neighborhood bar / restaurant for a drink. And Mistress was skeptical based on several prior meet ups of this type. As she primped for her "date", she grumbled a tad.

"I think I'd rather be taking a nap with you, slave....."

But she's the type to keep her commitments, and so she soldiered on into the night. Slave took a solo bike ride with plans to tackle some chores around the house.

After an hour I hadn't heard from her, so assumed that at least John had shown up and they had found one another. After about 90 minutes, I was wondering what my Mistress was up to.  She turned up at the door not long after that.

"So?"

"I actually liked him, slave....He's kind of hot".

She gushed a bit, describing him as a well educated business guy with an engineering background, who had lived in Chicago and LA in the past. Unlike his demographic archetype, he hadn't even voted for the pussy grabbing white supremacist. And he must have a sense of humor, one of the unstated requirements for any meaningful relationship with Mistress.  She handed me an "application"  he had typed up and provided that channeled some of the criteria listed on Mistress's AM profile:

APPLICATION

POSITION: MOLLY's SIDE DISH

APPlCANT: John ....;

QUALIFICATIONS:

EDUCATED: MBA

CHARMING: TBD

FIT: Somewhat

SINGLE: X

AVAILABLE: VERY

ABLE TO LAVISH WITH ATTENTION: XXXXX

TALL HEIGHT: 6'3'

HIGH SEX DRIVE: XXXXXXX

AGE BETWEEN 40-60:  X

More Information: Recently moved to River City, lots of time on my hands to focus on an interesting, fun woman. Goal is to achieve many pleasurable, fun experiences. Respectful, yet assertive and confident, very willing to take charge, No little blue pill required.

"So how did you leave it Mistress?"

"He wants to see me tomorrow night, slave...."

He clearly did, based on the text storm that transpired before and after dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ. Mistress showed her slave a few of the more provocative comments he made in his effort to woo her into a return engagement this evening.

Mistress and slave did discuss where this next rendezvous might occur.

"I'd rather have him come here, slave...."

"I can find something else to do and make myself scarce, Mistress...."

"No, that's not fair....."

"He might be a little creeped out with the cuckolded hubbie hanging around, at least at first...."

She took my point, and seemed inclined to meet him at his apartment, with a decision to be made today. Of course,  she confirmed his legitimacy on social media and google first. His back story checked out. But that first private meeting with a prospect can also be a little anxiety inducing.

"I asked him if he was a serial murderer, slave....."

"And what did he say?"

"Not lately...."

By the end of the evening, the anticipation of engaging with a new lover, stoked by some smutty text messages describing how he would prefer Mistress to unveil her charms for him,  had gotten Mistress a little "on edge".

"Maybe you should put that book down and worship, slave....."

Of course, her wish was my command. And slave was a little on edge himself.  As I dipped into her clean shaven folds with my well trained tongue, I noticed that the pump was already primed....

"You're pretty wet down here Mistress.... could it be that your encounter and communications tonight have gotten you aroused?"

"That's quite possible, slave....now get to work...."

She didn't have to tell me twice.

AM Outtakes

Mistress and slave have been back to the grind these last few days, sustaining ourselves on our daily wake-up sex and evening worship sessions.

Here in River City we are at the apex of the Presidential campaign - a swing county in a swing state - so the last two days saw both Donald "The Pussy Grabber"  Trump and a former President known for his creative use of a cigar in town for back to back appearances. When I posted on facebook that we might want to consider "hiding our wives and daughters" until both had left town, I was berated by one feminist friend for suggesting that the using of the possessive adjective suggested I saw my wife and daughters as "property" that I could put under house arrest at will.

If only she knew who was the slave in this household!

The only amusement has been filtering and responding to the various supplicants Mistress has had in her AM account over the last few days. Most seem to be "attached" guys who whine in various ways about their "passionless" marriages.  Mistress has no sympathy for these guys.  The last she wants to do is spend time with some guy who feels sorry for himself.

Of course, there are some singles on the site, or guys who claim they have their spouse's permission. While there might be some skepticism about those fellows, they can at least survive the first round of screening.

But Mistress is selective. And she is not reluctant to screen out some guys once she eyes their photos. After all chemistry is key and part of that is physical appearance.

One guy, from a more rural part of our state (aka "Trump Country"), refers to himself as a "Bad Boy" who says he knows that seemingly high achieving women sometimes yearn for a good spanking and a take charge guy.  He even sent Mistress a weekend "reading assignment" from a web site called Dominant Soul. He claims this is the training regimen he would impose should Mistress give him the opportunity. Here's an excerpt:

My training objectives for my submissive/babygirl is to make her an extremely sexually responsive woman who is multi-orgasmic and a multi-squirter. My second training objective is to be on her mind throughout her day, wherever she may be so she feels constantly possessed and consumer by me. My ultimate objective is to train a sub to achieve Cum-on-Command via a visual signal, verbal command or via text message to her mobile, to achieve an instant orgasm without any physical sexual contact.

Daily Routine:

▪                Before leaving her home every day, she must be wearing an item of ownership (necklace, bracelet, anklet, choker, or ring) that reminds her constantly of Master. The item must be worn in plain sight in public for other to see.

▪                Before leaving for work in the morning, she must text me a photo of her outfit. This is not to control her wardrobe in anyway but to be able to compliment her on how sexy and beautiful she looks at the beginning of her day. Every morning she receives a text at 7AM wishing her good morning and every night at 11PM she receives a text wishing her sweet dreams.

▪                At lunch, she must perform 100 Kegel exercises at her desk then text me about her day.

▪                Every day after work, when she changes out of her work clothes, she must insert the Ben Wa balls into her pussy and wear them until bedtime. She must wear the ben wa balls for all social, exercise, yoga or work out activities.

▪                Every night before bedtime, BabyGirl must masturbate until she cums 3-5 times.

▪                Whenever BabyGirl masturbates, she must first insert a butt plug in her ass, insert Ben Wa balls into her pussy and wear nipples clamps (with bells) on her breasts. (All sex toys provided by Master).

Now it's a little hard to imagine Mistress fitting all this masturbating into her busy day, particularly considering that her slave can provide "hands free" services.  But the deal breaker was the photo.  This gentleman clearly tips the scales at over 240 and while he claims to be in his 50's, he looks a decade older.  

"He looks like some red neck sheriff, slave."

True, maybe Carroll O'Conner in that "Mr. Tibbs" TV series from the 1970's. 

I guess we need to keep looking, Mistress.

Slow Road Back to River City

Mistress and slave bid a final farewell to my late mother's favorite Jersey shore beach town Monday morning. Just in time for our departure the clouds lifted and the sun came out. So after some robust wake-up sex we took a leisurely bike ride and enjoyed omlets at a seedy beach front joint celebrating the last day of their season with complementary mamosas. A final walk on the beach was a good way to say good-bye to the place I spent many summers as a child.

Of course we could have powered through the drive back to the heartland.  That had been common in years past. But for some reason neither one of us was in a rush to get back to "normal". So we pulled off the highway in the "Laurel Highlands" of Western PA, finding a room at a rather strange off the beaten track lodge with a connected "wildlife park". You can tell things can get weird when there is a diapered baby kangaroo to greet you at the check-in desk.

The rooms here are very woody and rustic, with bent wood head boards.

"Dang, Mistress..... if only we had some rope. I could have fun improvising a switch day for you..."

"I thought you were a boy scout, slave.... don't they come prepared?"

If it was only tights season, I could have improvised with some of Mistress's black tights.

We found a local restaurant which was clearly a "Trump country" gathering spot, and had a cheap, home cooked meal. Mistress was pleased to discover chocolate pudding as part of the salad bar.  Slave couldn't decide whether this was a suitable substitute for blue cheese dressing, so passed.


Before bed time, and Mistress's nightly worship, slave was assigned to sort through the latest group of Ashley Madison suitors. So far there have been no diamonds in the rough that have stepped forward. Instead it seems like the usual group of suburbanites who need to explain why their marriage has become sterile in their first message. Slave knows who to delete and which ones to have Mistress glance at for a second look. But there is no rush. If there is a new "side dish" out there it will come to pass.

In the meantime, Mistress is already wondering if we can't stay here in the PA mountains a little longer.

When It Rains It Pours

Mistress and I were headed out last night to two back-to-back political events when she caught me up on her day.

Of course, there was a business lunch. And some meetings with clients. Typically crazy behavior by her sister. But also some unsolicited and out of the blue overtures.

"Remember Jimmy ________, Slave? "

I had to think back.....

"Oh yeah.... that guy who works at [huge consumer products company].... you met him a while back via Ashley Madison...."

"Right.... he's at [Big Local Bank] now.... a VP..... he sent me a message via Linked In, wanting to know how I was doing and if I wanted to get together for lunch sometime ...."

Jimmy was this much younger Hispanic guy.... very full of himself.... who came on very, very hard.  Mistress ultimately passed. Something about the cute wife and kids on facebook that made her say "not going there".

"How did you respond, Mistress?"

"Haven't gotten back to him yet, slave...."

But it seemed she still had the same discomfort with Jimmy. Amusing, but not her type.

But there's more.

"Do you remember Mark.... the guy I sort of replaced at the agency a few years ago?"

I did remember Mark.  He was close to Mistress's age, maybe a few years older. Tall, and smart. More Mistress's "type", whatever that means. They had some business dinners back in the day, and I did get the impression from Mistress back then hat he was a bit of a flirt.  And that Mistress found him mildly attractive. But nothing ever happened. He was married at the time, and lived out of town.

"He sent me an email, wondering how I'm doing.  He's down in Nashville now. Says he's divorced and wanted to know if I was "happily married". He said he's thought about me a lot over the years and wanted to know if I'd like to 'date' him."

"He asked if you were 'happily married', not 'still married'"?

"That's right, slave....."

"Interesting approach, Mistress....what did you say?"

"I just said I was happily married, and went onto other subjects."

"I suppose you could say 'you are happily married with benefits."

"I suppose I could, slave....but Nashville?.... not sure that would work."

"They do have nice music down there...."

"Oh, slave.... you are a trouble maker, aren't you."

But there's more.  This one via her Slave / Social Secretary.

"Mistress, you know we still have that old Collar Me account."

"Ugh...."

True, most of the folks who contacted us via Collar Me or Fet Life have turned out to be, shall we say, "odd".

"Well, it's still there. I use it to point folks to the blog, but every now and then we attract some interest from someone who seems interest in playing the cuckolder role. A guy who seems to 'get it', and comes from just up the road. He wanted to know how to get on your dance card....He seemed like a viable prospect so I gave him the email address.  Hope you don't mind...."

"Always willing to read an email, slave....."

Why do these sorts of overtures come in threes?

Fundamentalist Hackers?

Slave was trying to avoid working yesterday morning, scanning the Washington Post for distractions, when I noticed the first wave of publicity about the big Ashley Madison hack.

The gist: some oddly puritanical hacker cabal had snuck into the cyber knicker drawers at Ashley Madison and pulled out the files of a few hundred thousand "cheaters" and was threatening to expose them to the world - or at least to their (supposedly) unknowing spouses.

Their "non-negotiable demand" (how 1960's) was that AM must shutdown and stop facilitating infidelity.  Here is one of many summaries about a story that ballooned all day yesterday as all those "fidels" out there tut-tutted about the hideous "infidels".Ashley Madison Hack

I set aside the odd notion that hackers have now taken on a fundamentalist streak.  Usually they just want to steal your credit card data so they can run up charges on on-line gambling web sites. No, these guys want to hold infidels accountable for their infidelity. Does Jerry Falwell's college now have a hacking major?

Then I acted to make sure that Mistress's "data" was as safe as  could be.  Her AM profile has been hidden for a long time now. But to be sure, I deleted the profile. I suspect that there was a lot of profile deleting going on at AM yesterday.

At dinner (after our cute daughter excused herself) we discussed this development. Of course, Mistress need not worry about her cover being blown to an unsuspecting spouse. Slave was the one monitoring all the attention she got from so many whackos on AM..... though there was at least one "keeper".  recall that Mistress met her lover Jay on AM! He was one of the few single guys cruising for married ladies with some time on their hands!

But Mistress was a little concerned about being "exposed" to family members or clients. After thinking it through we aren't too worried - we never used a credit card, name associated email account, or face shot on the site.

But we did wonder about consequences for a few of the people Mistress encountered over the years. Some were the arrogant types who like to pose as pillars of the community.

Will the local museum director who came onto Mistress be exposed?  Or that corporate Exec who wanted to fly her to Europe on his business trip immediately after their first "date"?

I guess this is the downside when technology optimizes "fooling around" for married folks. Or when there Ayatollahs out there learn how to hack.

Mistress Explains It All For You

Hello dear readers…it has been a while.  In a bout of insomnia (from paradise) I nudged Mick and said, “I will write the blog today.”  While my written energy would be more appropriately directed to my clients – this seemed more in line with what (while we are here) has become the daily exercise in determining just how much paid work we can avoid.

As we approach year five of the contract and the blog, one thinks about why we do this – the short answer is that we like sex.   The longer answer gets a bit more complicated, which is likely why it is so difficult to find the “right” person to be part of this “triangle.”  We miss the team over at “All Mine.”  They have had what has seemed to be a perfect situation.  Yet we all know that while relationships with two can be a challenge – three is in a league of its own.

Suzanne once told us that she and Tammy had met many suitors and had all but given up, until Jay came into the picture.  We wish them all well and are hopeful that their unique situation prospers.

And then there was the WC – our friend – and potential “partner” from the Rocky Mountain West.  We love you WC – and respect that your personal situation does not lend itself to what Mick would call our “hijinks”. 

Otherwise, we have had a trail of albeit interesting – but not the perfect suitors.  Yes, we have met some great men.  Yes, I have had some mind blowing sex – but regarding one’s decision to be part of our lives – has not happened.

Marc D: why are you so far away? We could work something out.

So today we sit on the precipice of someone whom we plan to get to know a bit.  While he is reading, he has not commented.  In (what I have deemed our final attempt) to use AM as a suitor location vehicle – he was able to connect the dots …find the blog and figure some things out about us. At the same time that we connected with “D,” I also interviewed some suitors – call it pheromones – but several are fairly insistent – and I have sent some pretty specific “not interested” messages to them .

What I don’t want:

1)   An affair because your wife has not slept with you for six years.

2)   A booty call at 6:00 am in the morning (that is when I have sex with Mick, exercise, play on the internet, and pet my cats.) No thanks.

3)   To hear about your horrible divorce – while I am sort of a psychologist – not looking to be your counselor.

4)   To go with you to Europe (while I love Europe), I don’t know you yet, and am not impressed that (over dinner) you ask me to join you on a trip  and then you send me the travel itinerary the next day. Makes me wonder….

What we do want:

1)    Someone who has the patience for us.  We move fast.  We are sarcastic. We like sex. We love each other.

2)    Someone who has fun with this, but does not play games.

3)    Someone who has a high energy level – we do.   Remember Mick and Molly have sex at least once (sometimes twice per day.) The only deviation is when we are in different cities. Those of you who have been fans – know that when I am seeing someone – the count increases.

4)    Someone who is smart, with a sense of humor that does not take us (or themselves) too seriously.

5)    Compliments – I will admit this – I am 51 and want LOTS of them. I wish that I could be more cool about it – but let’s face it—the glamour girl years may be fleeting – bring them on and bring them now.

6)    Someone who communicates.  Mick and I both are high on the communications scale – while we prefer proper spelling and grammar – we are willing to trade for other redeeming qualities. (WC is still our buddy.)

D:  you may well be this guy – and if you are not – can you use your intelligence gathering to find him for us?

The other option is for Mick and I to “mail” in our retirement letters, wire cash to the kids and retire (out here) like most people our age do.

Happy Wednesday to all.

Molly

HNT: Headed West

Mistress and Slave are jetting out of River City this afternoon for some Labor Day R & R at our SW hideaway. And I am somewhat relieved to have a break from my corresponding secretary duties with her AM profile shut down for now. AM uses travel to create the impression that a hot chick like Molly is just about everywhere, filling her in box with requests to see her "private showcase", and entreaties to hook up on the way through town.  Clearly the supply vs. demand ratio is way overmatched on AM. In the last few weeks Mistress has been offered flights to the west coast, and even a trip to Luxembourg with a guy she only met for dinner.

"I can't imagine flying to Europe with a person you've never even spent the night with Mistress. What if he has some really annoying grooming habits - like clipping his toe nails in bed?"

"Exactly, Slave..... way too soon for that sort of thing...."

We are looking forward to dinner with D, who seems to be at the top of Mistress's list for further investigation.  He even messaged me on Facebook yesterday. I told him not to be too intimidated by Molly because "she puts her panties on one leg at a time...."  But I can imagine the heady effect of a first encounter with Mistress. After all, it happened to me too, way back in the days of Mike Dukakis!

We are looking forward to our time away, in the last days of summer. Nights will likely be cool. We will get to draw down that large stock of pinon we put in last year this time for some roaring fires in the Keva fireplaces.  But during the day, I suspect Slave will get more than an eyeful of Mistress soaking up the sun, just like this:

If you all beg Mistress politely, she might allow me to share some of those images!

Mystery Man Surfaces

UCTMW went "off line" for a few hours yesterday, which I will explain shortly.  But first a little update on our busy Sunday.

After wake-up sex and a bike ride, we actually spent a day to ourselves, without family or work duties to pull us away. We spent a few hours sorting through the detritus off loaded from our storage unit last Sunday. Lots of lovely family photos we have no room to display. Plus a trove of Mistress's adolescent poetry. Maybe we should post them here as bog-fodder?  I also found my grandfather's WW I helmet, and a flat autographed football from an ND fullback long past his prime. I mean, are there fullbacks any more?

Our evening was spent at an outdoor concert by a favorite local band with a bit of a national reputation. Here's a video. Slave must confess he thinks the lead singer is hot. There was an eclectic Portlandia style crowd, on a steamy summer evening, and a picnic dinner for Mistress and Slave to share on our blanket up close to the music.

 I needed to pick something up from my office, so after the concert, sun setting, we stopped by my perch looking over the City. I think I surprised Mistress when I offered to worship, but she's not one to say "no" when it comes to intimate attention to those clean shaven folds. She pulled up her short sun dress, wriggled out of her black panties, and allowed Slave to savor  the mingled sweet and salty essence of Mistress's arousal after a long evening in the sun..... yum.

I think Mistress enjoyed my attention almost as much as I did serving her. Plus she didn't even have to take her sandals off.

Yesterday's  blog security issue arose when one of Mistress's AM suitors used some rather persistent investigative skills to suss out both this blog, and then Mistress's "secret identity". This is a fellow who came knocking on her AM inbox last week while Slave was on the left coast. His interest in playing the Dom role got me to exercise my prerogative as Mistress's corresponding secretary to get some details, and then provide Mistress's email address for direct communications.  But this clever fellow - we will call him D - was resourceful enough to discover the blog, and piece together the mystery of Molly's "real life" name.  And he insisted on protecting his own identity until they met. This was outside Mistress's typical AM protocol, but the fellow seemed interesting and amusing enough to make her take the risk.

Mistress agreed to meet him in public at a nearby coffee joint, but she did have some trepidation, particularly when he let it drop that he knew her real name .  Was this guy someone we knew? Maybe someone she had interviewed and rejected under a different name? Would he be the type who would blow our cover? Or was he just as paranoid as us?

His shabby spelling, despite his claim to be a health care professional, had us wondering if the WC was pulling Mistress's leg.

I suppose we could have taken the sort of precautions that Michael Corleone used in the Godfather, strapping a pistol in the toilet tank  before the big "meet", just in case Mistress needed to resort to extraordinary measures.

"Wait a minute while I powder my nose, D."

Then - ka-boom. Mistress drops the pistol on the floor, strolls out the door, and hides out in Italy for a couple of years before things "cool off" in River City.

But that's not really the way we roll here at UCTMW.

It's only a sex blog, right?

But as it turned out, D and Mistress seemed to hit it off pretty well. She texted me that things were OK, and that the cavalry did not need to be called. D had done his homework and turned out to be a big blog fan, with lots of questions about Mistress's  past adventures.

"He really laughed at the guy from your alma mater who had the same cock that you do, Slave...I had forgotten about that one...."

Now that is an obscure piece of UCTMW trivia.

D is about 10 years younger than Mistress. And tall.

"Sounds like the cougar thing may be back, Slave...."

He even brought Mistress a gift, showing an eye for a color she prefers. What do you think?

And they were trading text messages last night before bedtime, allowing us to shut down the AM profile which had been their only means of communications.

All in all, D seemed to make a nice first impression.

"He wants to meet you too Mick."

I look forward to it.

Plans are for a dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ when we get back from our trip later this week to our SW hideaway.

Small Town

Here in River City the schedule has been turned upside down with my Mother in an extended stay at a local hospital. It's definitely cut into the time at the end of the day when Mistress and Slave like to spend a little R & R time in the executive suite, relaxing and kanoodleing.

Fortunately, we broke out of the dreary routine last evening. Mistress had spent some time with our older cute Co-Ed, and I broke loose from the hospital at around 6 pm, so that there was time to join her in bed. One thing turned to another - a short nap, some worship, and Mistress giving her work-a-day cock some much needed attention before it did it's own thing to her clean shaven folds.

Yum.

After that, we pulled our clothes on and walked to a little bistro for some drinks and a light meal. The owner, who likes to flirt with Mistress, even treated us to a lovely soft shell crab.  By the time we walked home under the rising, full "Honey Moon", it seemed the stress of the work-week and dealing with my cranky Mother had lifted away, at least for a while.

The odder occurrence of the day related to one of Mistress's suitor's on AM.  This is a guy in his late 50's,  single, who was trying to set up a Starbucks meet to see if there might be any sparks flying.

When Mistress saw his photos, she had that "do I know this guy" vibe, but seemed unsure. They both had some professional commonalities, but no bells were ringing.

Of course, I am her official AM correspondent, monitoring messages, and responding as commanded.

This fellow asked to see a face shot of Mistress so they would be able to recognize one another when the big "date" happened. And of course, who wouldn't be curious after seeing those R rated shots of Mistress's legs in her AM "private showcase"?

After running this request by Mistress, she gave me the thumbs up.

"OK, Slave... you can send him one of the approved photos."

The one I sent does not show a particularly clear shot of her face, just her sitting under the portal at sunset at our SW hideaway.  With sunglasses on, its still not easy to get a full idea of her face. A bit of a tease, really.

But apparently enough for her new friend.


Hi Molly,
Well--dummy me --- I just figured out very SLOWLY that we have met. Oh, well ……..you pics are just better disguised

So, how awkward is this?

Mistress was a little baffled, and a little nervous when I read her this response.  Who could this guy be? Why couldn't the bell ring more clearly? She instructed me to express her own embarrassment and ask for his name.  But he kept up the tease.



Morning Molly

Soooo--are you really "playing dumb" that you don't know? Or, are you putting me on. I thought my pic was so obvious you knew and I was the one who didn't !! :-). At least you placed in photos that one could mistake for others and weren't so obvious.  Not so me :-)
When I responded, on her behalf, that no, she was not playing dumb, but was now really intrigued,he sent another hint:

Hi Molly,

I am up for still meeting as well unless you now think it's "too weird" ....... We were in a 2 hr meeting recently at a College  ........ :-)

So, now does it click? I obviously made an indelible impression :-)

You are allowed to change your mind --no pressure. Meeting regardless, now that the cat is out of the bag, would probably be good for some laughs at minimum
The bell finally rang. He was a guy at a recent client meeting. But Mistress had not placed his face. Mistress was clearly embarrassed: Not only because they had this "real life" connection, but because she had not made the connection herself when she saw his face shots. (Fortunately this is not a penis shot guy..... now that would really be embarrassing!)


And what are the odds that you can run into someone in real life in a work context, and then encounter them a few weeks later in this underground, AM context?




Mistress asked me to pass on her cell number so they could talk. So far that has not happened yet. And I suppose, since the potential for embarrassment is there for each of them in equal measure, there is no real risk of exposure of Mistress's kinky little "back story" to her work world. Just the potential for some potentially uncomfortable work meetings if she has to interact with this guy in that context again.


But as I said.... it's a small town.

HNT / Ashley Madison Outtakes

Mistress and Slave are settling into our new / old house. Most of the boxes have been unpacked. The "art" is either on the wall, or stuffed into our ancient attic for budding young anthropologists to discover in some future century. When I updated our home owners insurance, they had trouble with my answer to the question about the age of the slate roof.

"Well the house was built in 1840. So I guess that's how old the roof is. But if a slate breaks or comes loose you just replace it....." Apparently their computer system didn't like that answer." But it does make for some interesting sounds up in the attic when it's raining.

With our move behind us and the summer before us, life is calming a bit (setting aside my cranky mother being in the hospital, but let's not bore you with that.)

Mistress has a couple of AM suitors she is sorting through again. Nothing too compelling at this point. Weeding out the married guys who seem more interested in describing how lame their wives are in the sack, the pickings on AM are thin. But then Mistress is hardly desperate for attention. She does have the oral stylings of her devoted slave to tide her over.

And there are the guys who come knocking on her AM door who can still draw a chuckle.  Like this attractive character:

At 5'8" and 280 lbs he clearly falls outside of the physical parameters laid out in Mistress's posting. But then who could turn down a guy who says he's into "one night stands", and wants a lady who will "party and f**k all day long." And for good measure he highlights in Caps that he "LOVES BEER, SEX, WEED AND GOING TO BARS."

Who are you trying to fool WC? You have Mistress's email address and phone number. You don't need to hit on her on AM!

Mistress Channels Groucho

Groucho Marx:

·  I sent the club a wire stating, "PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER".

• Telegram to the Friar's Club of Beverly Hills to which he belonged, as recounted in Groucho and Me (1959), p. 321

This famous quote, recycled by Woody Allen in at least one of his movies (can anyone remember which one.... maybe Annie Hall?) captures Mistress's mood about her latest AM suitor, Steven.

Of all the supplicants these last two week, he made the cut for further exploration. And at first blush he seemed like a suitable candidate. Handsome, smart, articulate, ardent,  and Mistress got a little thrill when he fondled her thigh under the dinner table, her Slave unaware of this stealth advance.

Sure, part of the whole cuckold/AM thing is to provide Mistress with the thrill of the pursuit... i.e., someone pursuing her. But in Steven's case, the pursuit may have turned more into fawning.

"It's this constant barage of texts and emails, Slave.... and if I let one sit in my onbox for more than an hour, then it's "didn't you get my text?"

"Sounds more like a girl, Mistress. "

Of course, Mistress has a life, and a very busy one these days. Work. Packing up the UCTMW WOrld HQ for our "downsizing" move to our urban hipster hideout closer to the center of things. Plus our daughters are back in the mix, expecting (and deserving) their share of attention. Mistress likes the fact that this guy finds her overwhelmingly desirable, but doesn't he have a life too?

After our 3 way dinner last week, they did meet up one on one for a drink on Tuesday. Mistress made sure her Slave was in the cage while she tested the waters solo with her prospect. Afterwords, she reported that things went well enough.

"He clearly wants me, Slave".

And there was a brief make out session in the parking lot before they went their separate ways. 

"He's a pretty good kisser....."

But still. Maybe a little too obsessive. Is this comparable to Groucho rejecting that invitation from a club who's standards he questioned?

Last night we discussed how to handle it.

"Should I send him a mano-to-mano email passing on some feed back, Mistress.... or maybe you send him a frank email reporting on where you are with all of this right now, and suggesting he cut back on the seige via email and text until our move is complete and there is a better feel for whether there really is any chemistry between you?"

At deadline for this post, she was still undecided. And the text messages were still coming.

Any thought, dear readers?

Now Slave's getting back to packing 20 boxes of herbal tea. You can never have enough variety!

HNT / Slave Plays Chaperone

The window on our empty nest time is quickly closing. Tomorrow we head off on the long slog to pick up cute Co-Ed #2 and all her detritus on the east coast. So it may be challenging for Mistress to exploit her new collection of AM contacts in the coming weeks.

Slave continues to monitor and do triage on her supplicants. The scariest part is sifting through all the photos that end up in her inbox. This is more an R rated blog than XXX , so I will spare you the full on penis shots that some guys seem to think will appeal to  a lady in search of  mischief. But here are a few that sum up the less graphic categories of AM preening.

There is the "look how chiseled I am" approach:

Does this guy shave all that surface area? How does he avoid cutting himself?

There is the Asian guy who wants to showcase his tattoos.

 

Apparently the Yakuza must be looking for fresh meat. Mistress does like Sushi.

There are the guys who have problem executing the bathroom mirror "selfie":

There are many varieties of the guy nonchalantly emerging from the surf, Burt Lancaster like, in various stages of dress, or not. Here is an example: 

A particularly unique approach was the guy sporting his wife's lingerie while flaunting his leg hair:

This guy clearly needs to get some sun.  (I am sparing you the companion shots showing his penis spurting onto those cute red panties.)

Finally, there is the guy who wants to show that he can not only take Mistress to new  heights of ecstasy, but is also ready to squire her to a black tie event:

Despite this odd assortment of rejects, Mistress did have an interesting "first date" last night with a gentleman caller who lives not too far away. Sadly, her experience is that meeting these guys "cold" can be excruciating. So she demanded that I join her as a sort of chaparone. This guy seemed via his emails to buy into (and get a thrill from) the whole cuckold concept, even forwarding to her some Tumblr photos and links that stoked that particular fantasy. So it did not seem too odd that the potential "cuck" come along for the first "meet and greet".

Setting out, Mistress was feeling a tad under the weather. Her voice was a little croaky, and it seemed a cold was settling in. "If he's a loser, Slave, you may need to keep the conversation going."

"I will do my best, Mistress."

Of course, just because this gentleman had sent photos did not mean they would be representative or accurate. Been there, seen that. So when we arrived at the quaint little bar / restaurant not far from our house, and Mistress spotted a rather large guy in white pants who looked like he had spent the day riding a gold cart and consuming a 12 pack of Bud, she almost turned around and headed back to the car. 

"Do you think that's him, Slave.....", she whispered with dread.

Fortunately, it wasn't. Steven was upstairs, sitting at the bar, all decked out in a nicely tailored suit. Tall, slim, handsome and clearly making a nice impression on Mistress once we settled into a table and ordered some beverages. 

Once Mistress's tequila arrived, and the two of them were trading stories about where they liked to bike and their AM disasters, Slave was feeling  like the third wheel that I was. I tried to speak when spoken to, like a good Slave should. Suzanne would have been proud of me (even if I was not wearing my cage.)

After dinner, Slave discretely slipped away to the Men's room, leaving them alone for a while. When I returned Mistress shared that they had scheduled  a bike riding date for Tuesday next. Mistress no doubt will need a break from our daughters by then. And it seemed like a good way to ease into things.

When we got home, Mistress indulged her Slave with a worship opportunity before bedtime, and as I buried my face between her thighs, she shared a little secret.

"You know Slave, he was gently rubbing my leg under the table while we were sitting there having dinner and talking."

"Hmmm.... I missed that, Mistress. Was that a turn on?  "

"Oh yes......"

 

 

 

 

Ashley Madison Follies

As a somewhat experienced user of Ashley Madison, Mistress is well attuned to the fact that the odds of finding the "right fit" are pretty minuscule. But the fun part is getting an under the rock look at the freak show that passes for this gauzy on-line meat market of horny guys and "gals" (yes some men use that term on their profile to refer to the women of their wet dreams).

As Mistress's corresponding secretary, it's my job to cull the riff from the raff, and see if any potential "sidedish" can come close to meeting Mistress's exacting standards. The process is (very little) hit, and (a whole lot of) miss.  Nevertheless, Mistress does have a lunch set up for next week with one prospect, more likely, in our opinion, to turn more into a potential business connection than a roll in the hay. And we will both have dinner next Wednesday with another prospect who seems to get the cuckold dynamic that Mistress and her loyal Slave enjoy.

But the rejects are really more interesting. Here are some examples:

Cheater Town. There is a ex-urban town near here --  lets call it "West Lionel" for these purposes -- that seems to have a disproportionate  number of guys on the make. It's one of those "new" communities that sprouted along side an interstate over the last 20 years, with every conceivable fast food restaurant franchise and big box retailer you can imagine. Lots of sprauling subdivisions and abutting strip centers, and vestigal hospitals that branched out from the mother ships where the suburbanites are afraid to go because they have to drive through "the ghetto" to get there. Would it surprise you to know that their Congressman is the Speaker of the House?

In any event it seems to be chock full of "attached males" ranging from 28 to 55, and all of them seem to be clamoring for Mistress's attention. Setting aside the guys from the DC area and South America who were clogging her inbox last week, I would bet 1 in every 4 supplicants is from "West Lionel". Is there something in the water out there that sends guys into the purgatory of "loveless marriages",  or gives them some need to exploit their "very oral" propensities outside their own bedrooms?  Has AM launched some type of door to door marketing campaign out there to get these lonely and horny married guys to sign up in droves?  And if Slave opened his own AM page as a test, would I find a bunch of equally unfulfilled married ladies from West Lionel looking to unlock their inner sluts between the time they drop little Johnny off at the middle school and stick the casserole in the oven for dinner? 

Lovable Losers. Despite the warning in Mistress's profile that she does not respond to "winks" or lame emails like "how's your day, sweetie?", it's amazing how many guys try that approach anyway. Maybe it's because they are not confident in their spell check skills, one of the things Mistress has pointed out is a way she sorts contenders from pretenders. So those winks just get deleted, but sometimes Slave can't resist clicking on the profiles to see the "man" behind the cheap cum on. Here is a good one:

Preferences and encounters I am open to:

I love to eat pussy an fukn married women is such a turn on

What really turns me on:

a nymoho wife or two sisters mom daughter anything kinky an cheating lol

What I am looking for:

being naughty toys (dp) um love a wet bj. i love eating pussy an making women cummmm

For a moment I thought this might actually be the WC, based on the absence of punctuation. But then I realized that even he can spell "nympho".  And the profile shot of this skinny dude from Kentucky convinced me that it was not Miguel.  But I am still wondering if he's had much luck finding a mom /daughter combo to him a "wt bj". Maybe he needs to focus his hunt on West Lionel, where the women may have a lot of spare lunch hours available for that sort of fun.

Recognizable "Civic Leaders".  Then there is the guy who you actually know. In response to a request to see Mistress's "private showcase" (no face included), I usually scan the guy's profile to see if he meets the minimal standards Mistress has laid out - age, height and weight appropriate, reasonably articulate, yadda yadda. Here's one that met that initial screening:

Preferences and encounters I am open to:

Conventional Sex, Sensual Massage, Kissing, One-Night Stands, Extended Foreplay/Teasing, Gentleness, Cuddling & Hugging, Nothing Kinky, Likes to Go Slow

I believe no one person should have to be everything for another. It’s natural for someone to feel a powerful sense of attachment to a long term partner, while experiencing romantic love for somebody else and at the same time, feeling sexually attracted to a diverse range of people.
I would like to try exploring different dynamics with you — sexual, emotional, psychological and spiritual.

What really turns me on:

Confidence, Discretion/Secrecy, Petite Figure, Disease Free, Good Personal Hygiene, A Professional/Well Groomed, Sense of Humor, Muscular/Fit Body, Girl Next Door, Not Possessive, Stylish/Classy

interest in world affairs, arts & culture.

Some of these items are just "box checking". But there is a little bit of original prose in there that seemed acceptable enough to give him a better glimpse at Mistress and see what he might have to offer if given a chance.

So this morning when I clicked on the photo he sent back, I just about did a spit take with my morning latte. "FarmBoy500", is actually a guy we know who runs a large local civic institution. He's this unctuous weasel Mistress and Slave refer to as the "Undertaker" because he has that overly smooth and condescending manner that one associates with the guy looming at the back of a funeral home, mentally counting the dollars as the family and friends grieve. Even worse, we were both pissed off at the guy from a remark he made to us years ago at big civic Christmas Party, suggesting that Slave must have been having some side dishes of his own while Mistress was working out of town. Nasty. 

As I recall, he was a Minister in a prior life. Maybe his use of the word "spiritual" in his profile  was a tip-off I should have picked up on? It brings to mind some Bad movie from the 50's where the local minister is cleverly transitioning members of the ladies auxiliary into a tryst in the rectory after evening prayers.  

Fortunately, the photos he's seen of Mistress give him no idea of her identity. But now we know something about the "undertaker" we never wanted to know. What do we do now.