UCTMW Chief IT Officer Called Into Action

The nest was finally emptied late Sunday afternoon, after a busy but pleasant Thanksgiving weekend. Mistress and Slave had to put a lid their sexual antics over the four day weekend, using music on our bedroom radio, and vocal self-restraint to not disturb our cute Co-Ed with haunting images of their parents actually having sex. 

She slept in late in Sunday, so hopefully did not hear the buzz emitting from beneath our comforter of a certain  power tool, as Mistress bucked and moaned to two very compelling cums before Slave was permitted to take his own pleasure from her clean shaven folds.

It was not until after our daughter headed back to campus on Sunday afternoon that Mistress noticed some problems that called for the services of the UCTMW Chief IT Officer.  Both technical conundrums arose from the obsession that Apple has to enslave us all to their technology by making all of our devices interact, so that  the information collected on or received by one will be regurgitated onto all the others, without the stupid consumer ever asking.

Examples:

"Slave, I downloaded that new operating system onto my desk top computer, and now my text messages are showing up on the screen.  That's not good......"

No, that's not good at all. Our daughters sometimes use that computer, on a table in our living room. The last thing they may want to see is a text from a certain "Mistress" enquiring about her "Slave's" cock cage.... or commenting on the hotness of his morning worship.

And I often use that computer too.

"What about texts with J, Slave..... a Mistress is entitled to some privacy when exchanging lascivious messages....."

No, it wouldn't be good for our daughters  her Slave to observe those types of salty exchanges between the loving mother/wife and her lover, or any of her "backburner" suitors, for that matter.

As Slave was fiddling with the preferences and settings on her computer to solve the problem, Mistress noticed a new and unanticpated problem on the screen of our TV, where we were planning to watch a Netflix movie. To facilitate TV viewing of streaming video services we had bought one of those Apple TV devices. It's a clever little device that allows our larger screened TV to project what we had previously watched via computer screen.

But the good people at Apple had elected to use as a "screen saver" when no content is screening a selection of photos from my "photo-stream". You know, the photos I take on my I-phone from time to time, which I might post on facebook, twitter, or......oops....... this blog."

"We've got another IT problem here, Slave. I keep seeing photos of my naked ass and other body parts. And there's one of you in your cock cage....."

I immediately thought how that would look to our daughters, or maybe my sister who will be visiting over the holidays.

Obviously, I had another assignment in my "Chief IT Officer" role.

It took me a while, but I did stumble onto the way to deactivate Mistress's "messages" feed on her table top computer.  And while we watched some TV last night, I used commercial breaks to delete those smutty images from my "photo stream" hopefully that will work too.... as long as I remember to keep on deleting everytime I snap a naughty image of Mistress for your amusement.

A Chief IT Officers duties never end.