Back Burner Guy

A few weeks back, this blog quoted an article about the propensity for women and men to have a “back up” lined up, just in case.  Last night, as we retired to our bed, the notion was confirmed as  I noticed Mistress texting a way on her I-phone. I try not to cross examine Mistress when she’s communicating, but in this case I didn’t have to…..

“It’s my old college boyfriend again, slave…..every few months he pops up again…..”

“So is he trying to get into your pants, Mistress?” (I usually get to the point quickly).

“I’m sure he does, slave….but it always starts out with a ‘how are you doing’, then evolves to ‘wouldn’t it be great to run into each other again…..’

“Have you told him you have a ‘free pass’, Mistress?”

“Nooooo……”

(This was said as if I was a little crazy, and that she really did not want to wave the green flag so clearly to this dude.)

“Isn’t this the guy that used to tie you up in his dorm room?”

“It us slave…. it was my first kinky sex…..”

“Was it hot?”

“It was slave…..”

At some point, Mistress signed off, and returned to her kindle before nodding off, with the confidence that “former boyfriend” was still simmering on the back burner.

But before we sign off, what sound like some final reporting by our Western Correspondence on the wind-up of those Winter Olympics he dropped by last week.

Well Boss.....

OK OK OK!   I know you want to hear the story of the Chech Chick Double Gold!    Well, first of all, lets dispense with the story that Vonn is from Minnesota.

NO!!!!!!   she is Ski Club Vail since she was a little runt..... 

So is Shiffrin........     And they have a healthy hatred of Ski Steamboat (and Breckenridge, Copper, Aspen and Key too!!!!)

Not to mention The Butte or that little tiny resort down south of the border......   [In  the fuck--g desert BTW!]

Hell............Moab has better sand skiing than that little backwater!!!!!!

Anyway, the Commies over in Steamboat decided to teach this Commie chick from a country in Eastern Europe how to ski on snow skis 

SHE WAS A FUCKING BOARDER FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are right BOSS....She is pretty HOT!!!!!!!!

Nevertheless Boss,  I, as your expert commentator am not that surprised.     [But very impressed!!!!!]

Most kids in Colorado can ski and board............they just chose a favorite.....    

Butt both for GOLD??????????

Count the poor old broken down WC as Impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh well, got to go boss.....

Lindsey is flying into DIA tonight and asked me to pick her up.  She is bringing this Voodoo guy from Kenya she met in Seoul to cast a spell on Steamboat.

How about Kyle Mack's Silver though!!!!!   He landed "a double cork 1440, Bloody Dracula!  

Love you boss,

WC

Good luck picking up Lindsay, WC…. You're going to "pick Lindsay up"? I hope we’ll see a shot of you giving her a ride on your shoulders to the baggage claim where her 30 pairs of skis will be piling up. Maybe she'd be smarter to skip the slopes for a while and head to the beach.

Tracking Down Our Western Correspondent

Here in River City we are officially in the “rainy season”. That means less time outdoors, but (the upside) more time in bed with Mistress. So things aren’t all bad. But as the days wind down on the Winter Olympics, it seems our western correspondent is still not on task. Other than a random encounter in some five bar, where was his reporting on the great Lindsay Vonn, who ended her Olympic career with a wipe out in the slalom portion of the combined, but did score a bronze medal in the downhill this week.

 Now that's a story. But instread, here’s what we heard from him today:

 BOSS!!!!!!!!   Finally watched some Olympics on the TV!!!!!!!!!!!       Holly Sh-t!  Those kids are RAD!!!!

I don't know if you know this boss............but:

THAT SHIT IS DANGERIOUS !!!!!    Trust me I know......I don't know if I ever told you this boss.......But I once time landed on my head.......

I know, I know, you always accuse me of having a head injury but this shit is real!!!!

BOSS..... to tell you the truth I have never been the same

Boss......I'm tearing up..............Got to go...

BUT!!!!! 

Wait till you hear about what happened last night with Hill and Mr. P "vp" BTW!!!!!!. at Borry's party last night!!!! 

Got to run,

WC

Pathetic! Fortunately, we found another stringer in Korea who was able to track down the WC at the games to see what he’s really been up to rather than cutting edge “journalizing”.  Here's WC trying out the ski jump ramp after a long night at the karaoke bar.

 Nice product placement for "Elan".  Hopefully the brand will pick up some of the WC's Korean expenses.  

Here's the WC laying some fresh tracks after waking on the mountain after a bender, long after the lifts closed. 

Finally, there's this shot of the WC checking out the snow board park  after hours in his inimitable way. Now that's cross training!  I suspect I will see both that beer and his damaged rental skis on the WC's expense account vouchers should he ever return to the states. 

  

Extra Time in The Penalty Box

With the WC cruising the winter games, it was hard not to think of a hockey metaphor when Mistress locked her Slave away for the day yesterday morning, sliding the key out of the lock and sending me on my way for a long day at work.

"I don't want you running wild if I'm not going to see you at dinner time, Slave."

It was an unusual Friday night for us. Mistress had promised her Mother to accompany her to a social event and dinner. Slave was using the time to visit my cranky Mother and bring her a Pizza and some groceries at her assisted living "home". It was not like I was going to get in trouble, but I suppose Mistress has every right to remind me who is in charge.

At least there was a chance for some robust wake up sex, with my cock already surrounded by that tight steel ring. I had done my best to please Mistress with my lips and tongue, but after I had done my part of the bargain, she began a bit of a tease.

Gripping my very enthusiastic cock, she pondered it's fate, as I wriggled in her grip, suggesting in increasingly desperate pleas that the time had come to mount her.

"What if I deny you, Slave.  Just think how horny you'd be all day in that cage."

"It's not a pleasant thought, Mistress."

"But isn't that part of the fun... frustration and denial."

It wasn't sounding like much fun to me at the time. I need to steel myself in advance for that sort of thing. And the only thing that was 'steely' was what Mistress had a tight grip on.  So I resorted to some cheap reverse psychology.

"But just think, Mistress. You'd miss out on that extra hard cock in your hand...you like it when that ring is on, don't you?"

"Hmmmm..... you do have a point Slave...."

Thankfully, Mistress's own self interest prevailed, and a good time was had by all before I hit the shower and headed off to my long day.

Mistress finally got home at around 10 pm. I'd been there a while, switching on the Olympics "opening ceremony" to see if I could catch a glimpse of the WC sidling up to Julie and Lindsay for an exclusive interview. What I found was some strange and incomprehensible  cultural montage of post-Soviet national narcissism, set in a town that until now was apparently best known for ethnic cleansing.  But then I suppose the Russians were probably a little befuddled when at the London Olympics the "Queen" parachuted to the stadium floor. So I didn't wtch for long. I hope the WC was successful in his mission. But I'm not sure he would have recognized Julie or Lindsay in those dorky team costumes, since he's been more focused on these get ups:

But I don't think they were parading in their ski boots.

Back in the UCTMW executive suite, it seemed like Mistress took her own sweet time to find the little key and release her work-a-day cock.  But she made clear that Slave was going to have to wait for any additional release until this morning.

It seemed like a small price to pay to get out of the penalty box and back in the ice.