Mistress Likes to Ride

First, pardon our absence here yesterday. I know many of you were probably left a tad .... unsettled  yesterday without your daily dose of UCTMW. Both Mistress and Slave had way to early start times yesterday, and needed all the sleep we could muster after a very active Father's Day here in River City. Sometimes real life has to take a back seat to our vast media empire, and yesterday was one of those days. Hopefully you were able to catch Suzanne's account of her well deserved spanking over at All Mine . That should have more than filled your need for vicarious sexual adventuring!

My report today is on the manner in which Mistress manages her growing "stable" of male service providers, as evidenced by our conversation on the bike trail Sunday morning. You may recall Mitt Romney's comment about how much pleasure he takes in firing service providers he is not happy with..... well, in this case, Mistress made it clear that she also has some limits.

She's been ramping up her mileage on her bike in recent weeks. With warm weather she has been enjoying time over at J's house, with easy access to a long bike trail along a river. Sunday morning, after some wake up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ, both of us headed over to J's love shack for what turned out to be a 2 hour, 24 mile trek in humid weather that had Slave more than fully exercised by the time we were done.

Of course, this came a day after Mistress worked both J and I through our sexual paces on Saturday morning.

As J and I trailed Mistress up a hill on our route, and we both admired her firm ass and muscular legs, I commented on the ulterior motive involved.

"J, I think she's trying to build up our endurance ...."

"Could be Mick... she does have quite an apetite, doesn't she...."

You could say that.

But somewhere along the trail, after about 15 miles she did have a bit of a complaint to share with both of us.

"Hmmmm..... my 'parts' are starting to feel it on this saddle.... the riding, plus the sex are taking its toll...."

"Well, Mistress, you could take a week off from riding....."

"What... give up exercise?  No way. Maybe I should just give up  sex with you two for a week so I have a little recuperation time ...."

Both of us did a double take.

Huh....Mistress give up sex for a week?

"That doesn't sound like a good idea....", J and I said almost simultaneously.

Fortunately, her resolve did not last past last evening, here at home, after an hellacious day. And tonight she'll be heading over to J's love shack for what could be a double "rider": on her bike and later, in the sack with her lover.

Oops. I forgot to ask last night if she wants her Slave in the cage today.  I guess I'd better check before thw wake up sex.

Oops!

Molly and Mick are headed to our undisclosed location in the great southwest for a week of child free vacation.  We invited our Western Correspondent to join us, with or without the mysterious B. But, alas, it seems he is unavailable. Maybe next time.

But Mistress did report an interesting conversation today that I hereby add to the annals of our amusing interactions for our readers' diversion.

It went something like this, as we were driving through ehavy River City traffic to get to the airport for our escape.

"M had a bike accident today, Slave....while we were talking on the phone."

"Huh...how did that happen?"

"Well, one minute we were talking...and then he was suddenly cut off."

"You were talking while he was riding his bike?"

"Yes, Slave ....he calls me sometimes when he's riding his bike to his office."

(I know, This is sounding like an Irish Spring commercial. Manly, yes. But kind of stupid too. )

"So, anyway, when he called back, he said he had an accident. Broke his mirror."

"Crazy, Mistress. we're you talking about something smutty?"

"Hmmm...I think we were."

I could imagine M being a little distracted by their sex chat, then losing control as he tries to entice Mistress to paw herself in some wanton way.

"Hope he's OK, Mistress. You don't want to lose him to some semi-tractor before you get a chance to ride his cock, do you?"



Mistress agreed, but was reassuring.

"He seemed OK when we talked later, Slave."

Maybe our Western Correspondent needs to park his bike before commencing his sex chat in the future.