Back for Our Blogiversary....

Molly and Mick are back.... right here in good old River City. After a month on the proverbial lam (check out the adventures of "Simone and Sam" over the last month at Mistress and Slave on the Lam), we figured the "security breach" that led us to close things down here in a bit of a panic has been mitigated. Hopefully we are right about that....

And it happens that today is the 2nd Anniversary of UCTMW. Two years, nearly 800 posts, and lots of prurient adventures for Molly, Mick and some of our collected friends.  I've played with our cover page here, allowing you to find some of our most popular posts, and added Francois to our burgeoning global staff.

So now that we've been evacuated from On-the-Lam-It-Stan, it's back to the more mundane activities that characterize our work-a-day lives.

As for yesterday.... well, it took more than a few tours through the showers to scour away the fragrant scent of smoldering Yak dung that we brought back home with us. It's nice to be in a place where we heat with natural gas, despite the impact on global warming.

Slave and Mistress had to put a hold on our typical switch activities because our little Co-ed was here to welcome us home, and also go to the big River City football game with me and two of my friends.

Bur rest assured that we got it on here in more traditional style. I even deployed Mistress's favorite power tool to make sure we replicated as best as possible that switch day atmosphere at the UCTMW World HQ. In return, Mistress taunted her work-a-day cock to a fine state of frenzy with those lush lips before she allowed me to fuck her.

Things were surprisingly unchanged despite our month long absence... the leaves still needed to be raked, the kittens were still "cute", and the outcome of the big game was all too familiar, though the local pussycats did show that they belonged on the same field as last year's Super Bowl team. Around here we call that progress.

During our absence, Mistress started a new job. It's a great new challenge and opportunity for her. But it's been taking up more time than she would like, and has cut into those office worship visits. Maybe I will need to visit her more if she can find a little private space at this modern open floor plan office she now calls home.

Of course, it's also gotten colder here, kicking off "tights season". ANd you know what that does for this Slave.

Sadly, Mistress is up too early today. She's driving to our State's "North Coast" with a colleague, and needs to leave way too early. That probably puts the kabosh on wake-up sex.... but hopefully she will have time for a little pre-drive worship.

To tie up one loose end.... Sin and Aisha asked what will happen to that heard of loyal Yaks who served us so well when we were in hiding in that lovely Yurt.  Fortunately, we've found a home for them at a local farm. What's great about that is that if the WC ever does make arrangements to come visit and deploy his special occasion cock with our CEO, we can arrange a conjugal visit with the Yaks too.  They've missed him ever since he bedded down with them in the Yak shed a few weeks ago!

An Anniversary at UCTMW

Mistress reminded me over the weekend.

“It will be 20 years on October 4^th, Slave.”

And of course, junky that I am, I related it to a little political history.

“Damn…. That’s right, just around the time Bill Clinton started his campaign for President.”

Dumb, huh.

For us, the more important event this week in 1991 was our mutual decision to, “go public”,  move in together and make a go of it as a couple.

We’d been seeing one another since the preceding election cycle, brought together, by our mutual efforts for that short Greek guy in the tank.

There was that steamy week in Atlanta, July 1988.  We still have this dorky little souvenir on our kitchen counter.

We must have sweated about 20 gallons in those long humid nights together, so thoroughly entwined it was hard to tell where one of us began and the other one ended.

Plus I got to shake JFK Jr.’s hand, and Mistress got hit on by Claiborne Pell.

That fall, the Greek lost to Mr. “Points of Light”.

Years  passed. We furnished a little downtown “love nest” with a Pier One futon bed and cast off furniture, meeting for lunch, or on Sunday mornings. Mistress was the one in the ropes in those days.

We had our ups and downs. She probably dumped me half a dozen times. It was hard, married to other people as we were.

But somehow, that magnetic attraction, and an inextinguishable love prevailed, and overcame.

By the summer of 1991, Mistress found herself with child.  We knew it was time to put up or shut up.

So we developed a scheme (as they’d call it in London) that required  coordinated disclosures, and escape from our respective domestic arrangements.

And of course it was hard.

Very hard.

Both of our spouses claimed they had no clue. (Hard to believe, even now.) Mine took it harder than Molly’s. And there were my two daughters to tell, and reassure that I would still be in their lives.

Very hard stuff.

My late brother became a co-conspirator, at least to the extent of offering us shelter that first night on the lam from our first marriages.  And I can still recall the sublime pleasure of coming together with Molly that night in his guest room, 20 years ago today, after the news finally had been broken.

Our lives had profoundly changed. There was joy, relief, and guilt, and a good helping of fear about how things would resolve themselves.

But sliding into bed together, finally public after years of furtive couplings, was a joy that is hard to express, even now, 20 years on.

In many ways it seems so long ago, and still, only yesterday.

That child Molly was carrying is now a freshman Co-ed, as lovely as her Mom.  Another one came along, born only a week after I finally concluded what became a very unpleasant divorce. Now she’s discovering how to use the train system in Europe with her international friends.

I will always be grateful that my two older daughters stuck with me, and remain very close.

And here Molly and I are, still together, closer than ever, enjoying our empty nest, so much water under the bridge, but looking forward to adventures a plenty in the years to come.

I’m one lucky Slave.