Shelter From the (Blog-o-sphere Shit) Storm

Recently, one of our blogger colleagues had to abandon her long running blog due to a "security breach". She had a cyber stalker who she needed to throw off her trail. The details are not relevant, but she recently re-emerged in the blog-o-sphere as "Fury" (presumably she's pissed) and has to start all over again building her followers and renewing old acquaintances. (Her new blog is on our blog roll for you discerning readers).

This reminded me of an important public service that UCTMW  would be happy to provide for any of you sex bloggers who suddenly find yourself without a home. Several years ago we had concerns about a similar security breach: someone had been introduced to us, and then was  tipped off about our on-line shenanigans . We were concerned that she might blow our cover. So  we shut off access to this blog, thinking "big deal. Who will miss us? And what will we miss?"

But as it turned out, it's hard to go cold turkey when you have built a community on line like this. So we got creative, brought in Donna our Senior Correspondent and her husband Bill, our Director of Security, founders of the SBPP (Sex Bloggers Protection Program) and created an alternative blog:
Mistress and Slave on the Lam.

We found shelter far from River City in an over the top designer Yurt in Whatthehellitstan, where Mistress could tether her Slave to a tent poll while cavorting on our double wide bed with some of the locals.

The only trouble was the distinctive odor of the  dried yak dung used in the fire pit to keep the yurt warm. But you can get used to that after a while, particularly with enough burning incense. As I recall, the WC even came for a visit and developed a relationship with the Yaks in an adjoining stable that was - shall we say -- not exactly within the bounds of conventional sexual practices. But when in Whatthehellitstan....

The old blog and all of its accessories has remained dormant for some time, but that alternative universe is always available in the case of an emergency. The folks at google tell me it still gets some pageviews even now.

 So "Fury" or any other sof you out there in need of a quick exit strategy from your current blog.... or maybe an exotic holiday from your everyday submissive or dominant drudgery, just give us a quick email. All we need to do is air out the yurt, re-stock the fridge with local delicacies, and turn over the password.

The only hassle is feeding the Yaks. It's amazing how many calories they consume everyday.

UCTMW Merchandising?

Apparently our Senior Correspondent Donna was fixated  on the watch hanging from the lovely Molly's neck the other day in the photo taken for our "Drive By Cum" entry.  And with the magic of science she came up with this close up!  I suppose we could issue these to our far flung staff members on their retirement. On the other hand, maybe we need an official on-line UCTMW Store to sell some of our favorite products, sort of like the Romney campaign has official branded scissors to commemorate the candidate's prep school bully days.

I suppose we could get a cross-marketing arrangement with products used here frequently: my custom made steel cock cage, the Hitachi or aneros?  There are those bamboo canes I can harvest from our rental property in town. Certainly UCTMW logoed T-shirts and thongs. Maybe some oversized male undies to fit a WC style "special occasion cock"? Any other ideas, staff?

I did want to recommend an article (Lust in Alaska) from yesterday's Washington Post, written by two female reporters from DC who traveled to Alaska to see if reports on the better odds of finding men there were true. Apparently there are more guys there, but a lot seem to be missing teeth and good grooming habits. Ah well. You can't have it all, girls!

One part I thought was amusing was the guy who aspired to have his own Yurt some day. It reminded me of our "exile" days over at Mistress and Slave on the Lam , when we had to hide out in a tricked out Yurt in Mongolia until we made sure that our "Mick and Molly" cover had not been blown back in River City.

As it turns out, Mistress and slave are going on the Lam again later today, for about a week, to our little mountain hideaway in the southwest. We are hoping that the smoke from those horrific fires to the north and southwest are not going to murk up those beautiful azure skies we love.

The cute Co-Ed is staying home, so it will be just the two of us, getting some R & R. So don't be surprised if the posts get a little spotty and perfunctory over the next few days.