Autumnal Update: New Address for UCTMW World Headquarters

It's been a busy fall here in River city.  Mistress and slave packed up the UCTMW "home office", got rid of much detritus, and have escaped to a new venue: a river's edge apartment in our semi-bustling downtown. It's a big but unexpectedly pleasant change from our three floor rambling old house that we called our HQ (at least some of the time) over the last 15 years.

Suddenly freed of leaves to rake and quirky and unexpected  maintenance issues to resolve, it's given us more time for afternoon walks along our riverfront, and evenings re-introducing ourselves to restaurants and bars that we had avoided over the years as a little too far afield. We've also had more time for sex!  We actually accomplished the elusive "daily double" two days in a row over the weekend.  (What else are you going to do when the local NFL squad is in competition for the hallowed title for worst team in the nation? We shall under-come!)

And while the "side dish" situation has remained dormant, it has not been for lack of trying now that we have "settled in" to our new, downsized digs.  We have switched back on Mistress's OKCupid profile, and remain listed on Collarspace.  (If you do OKCupid, check her out at "Molly Collins")

But so far, only the typical losers and / or  liars have crossed Mistress's radar screen:

Example 1:  a guy who connects with us via Collarspace talks all big time Dom, claims he is single and available. Willing to meet up and see if there is chemistry, we show up at the designated bar on a sultry Monday night.  Get a table outside. And wait. And wait.  The guy "ghosts" us, and fails to even send an email explaining why he changed his mind.

Example 2:  Another would be Dom does meet us at the same location.  But .....pffft. Some lame story about how he and his wife remain married and co-habiting in the cliched "sexless marriage". While he represented he had a "free pass", he seemed very anxious to get out of there pronto, apparently worried about missing his curfew.  But the ultimate deal killer?  He told us he was a runner.  What we hadn't bargained on was his runner's bod.  Mistress does not go for scrawny dudes. And this guy was so scrawny it seemed like either one of us could bench press him.

Example 3: Guy with a seemingly appealing profile on OKCupid reaches out.  He says he's 60, a few years  older than her and a few years younger than me. In the "potential" ballpark.  Mistress plays along a bit. E mail addresses are exchanged. We trade photos. He gives her his real name. After a little googling Mistress determines that the guy is really north of 70.

"I already have someone older than me slave.  Why bother with someone even older!"

"Exactly, Mistress."

I am instructed, as her corresponding secretary , to convey the news, and I do, without calling attention to his massive age fib.  He responds with an "I get it, but am disappointed."  So we've heard the last of him, right?  Uhhh, no.

An hour or so later another email pops up in our "burner" in-box: "Are you sure?" he asks, and attaches this photo:

Yes, dude. Mistress is  even more sure.

So the hunt goes on.  If any of our readers have any thoughts on where to open a new "front", let us know.

In the meantime, enjoy those falling leaves.  I, for one,  will not be raking them!

Bachelor #1

Mistress and slave had an entertaining evening last night, with "R", her first local OkCupid prospect. We met at a local bar/radio station, and broke the ice over conversation concerning his early days in California and his participation in the "lifestyle" in Albuquerque, which is a few hours drive from here.

We later adjourned to a local pizza joint for a shared meal.

The most entertaining part of the evening? R told us about his sort of girl friend down in Albuquerque, who often plays the field via various social media sites. In fact, the two met via Tindr, an app Mistress has never tried, for various reasons, mostly the need for anonymity. In River City her face might be a little too well known, possibly triggering double takes during that swipe process.

He mentioned that he and his girlfriend recently visited his "ex" up in Denver,  over the Christmas holidays. His Ex turns out to be  a professional Dominatrix named "Mistress Kiva". He even showed us her webpage on his I-phone (Mistress Kiva).   He also shared that when he and his girlfriend visited, they slept in the cage in her "dungeon".  Apparently there was no guest bedroom. Of course, both Mistress and I had the same question that many of you are asking:

"Were you locked in?"

His response: "No. But I guess that could have been arranged."

Mistress also had a follow up.

"So when you were with Mistress Kiva, did you play the sub role?"

"No. Although she sure tried to make me submit to her.  It wasn't in me, I guess."

So I guess this is not a photo of R with Mistress Kiva that I found on google images?


Of course, this revelation offers an opportunity for Mike, our Western Correspondent, to do some further investigation. Maybe he'd like to do a "profile" of Mistress Kiva. R tells us she could be persuaded to offer a "friends and family discount" which I am sure could be extended to you Mike.  Just give us the word.

So where did things end with R?  Mistress seems intrigued. At this point she's not sure there is chemistry, but she is willing to give it a further shot. She invited him over for dinner on Friday evening.

And there is another prospect lined up for a similar meet and greet on Thursday.

We will keep all of you updated.

Happy New Year From Molly and mick

We are wishing for a better 2018 than 2017 for all of our devoted readers. Maybe a little more peace, love and understanding?  And a little less tweeting? More sex and a little less sexual harassment?

Here in our SW hideaway there is a shocking absence of snow so far this winter.  That means more cycling and hiking and less skiing. The picture to the right is from a hike we took on Saturday, to an area that would typically be inaccessible due to a few feet of snow by this time of the season. Climate change?  Could be.

So we will have to find other forms of amusement to supplement our daily sexual rituals. We've spent some time with friends, and Mistress has a couple of "meet and greets" set up later this week with a couple of local OKCupid prospects.  Both seem a little exotic compared to the more vanilla types that pop up in River City. Both seem cool with the idea that Mistress's husband will be on hand for the initial meeting, something that can seem a little odd in the heartland.

Will Mistress  be able to supplement her outdoor activities with a little indoor fireworks on this trip west?  Stay tuned.

Merry Sexmas!

Mistress and slave are safely huddled up at our High Desert Hideaway (HHD) for the next few weeks. We enjoyed a week back in River City with our two Dommes in Training, but, quite frankly, it's a whole lot less stressful and cozy here in our cabin in the shadows of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

It's also nice to be able to "vocalize" while having sex. After a week of trying to quietly "stifle" during our morning wake-up sex, we can now engage in something more natural. And then there was that "busted" moment, the day after Christmas.

There we are, quietly fucking, my head facing Mistress, her's shadowed by mine. Suddenly there's the sound of our bedroom door opening behind me. A 2 second pause. Then the door slamming closed.

Startling.

I froze in mid-thrust.

"What was that?", I gasped.

"Not sure", Mistress responded with a moan.

I had been soooo close.

We re-gathered our focus, and resumed. But there in the background was that nagging thought.

Which one of our daughters had their image of their "aging" parents shattered that morning?

Neither one of them confessed, or apologized. I guess we can only speculate. Was it the one who is engaged and was sleeping across the hall with her fiancé? If so, was she wondering whether she and her prospective hubby would be having morning sex when they were ancient like us?

Or was it the daughter who lives in Europe, and relentlessly whines whenever we dare to enter her room without an engraved invitation?  If so, pay back is a bitch, I suspect.

Let's just hope the trauma will not last beyond New Year's .

Speaking of which, I noticed this article Celebrating Sexmas! in my email in box. The gist is that the slow week betwixt Christmas and New Year's Day is a good time for "hook ups", those hot but fleeting encounters that can provide some shared bodily warmth for a lonely single (Maybe a  daughter lonely in her childhood bedroom forced to listen to her parents trying to stifle their morning sex?) during that visit home for the holidays.

And who says "Sexmas" encounters should be limited to singles?  What if you're a "hot wife" with a free pass from your devoted cuckolded hubby?

Here at the HDH, Mistress (so far) does not have a "side dish".  But hope springs eternal.  We have re-opened her OKCupid account for the holidays and have a few prospects in the Q. Her luck here has been limited. And I doubt anyone will pop up on her dance card before new year's day.  But with the temperatures falling, and the slopes untypically brown so far this year, it might be worth making an effort to find her someone to supplement her slave's work-a-day cock until we return to River City at the end of January.

Threadbare?

Mistress and slave had a laid back weekend here in River City, particularly on Saturday when our typical familial engagements were scrubbed. It left time for some exhilarating wake-up sex, which also put an end to slave's abstinence arising from Jay's Thursday night sleep over. Then there was a bike ride and even some mid-day sunning on what might have been the last day of "Indian summer" here in the heartland.

It didn't take slave much to persuade Mistress to relax in our garden, where she basked and napped for a couple of hours with me.  But I could not  resist taking a photo of her when she was snoozing. Is it me, or is her lovely bottom a little more exposed than usual in this photo?

On Sunday morning we celebrated a switch day light, with slave deploying Mistress' s favorite power tool to "force" a rather dramatic orgasm from her clean shaven folds.

BTW, even though Jay has reappeared, Mistress did not cancel some scheduled "meet and greets" with a few gentlemen she has received overtures from via OK Cupid.  Last night she and I met Ken, a guy about her age who purports to me "sapiosexual".  Ken is an interesting guy, divorced, well educated, who has immersed himself in "sacred sexuality" via a number of kinky sounding seminars he has attended in places as far and wide as San Diego, Michigan and London (England, not Kentucky). But will there be a connection?

"He's interesting slave....but the jury's still out on whether there's an attraction."

Clearly, Ken was attracted to Mistress. He's anxious to move onto the "next phase", and even referenced some ongoing arousal as the two departed with a hug yesterday evening at a local watering hole.

But then Mistress has a tendency to do that to guys.

I Love Dick

No, slave is not changing teams. I'm simply referring to  the new Amazon series by that name that has some interesting cuckold themes worth watching.

The show features Katheryn  Hahn as a 40's something wife who's pretentiously  professorial husband (played by Griffin Dunne) takes her off to Marfa, TX on sabbatical. His fellowship is sponsored by Dick, a cowboy / sculptor / rich guy.  The wife gets a glimpse of Dick in his Marlboro man get-up and  is immediately smitten. Her wimpy  hubby gets the dividend of a suddenly sexually voracious wife.

The second episode features some rather explicit marital sex inspired by the mutual  fantasy that Dick is in the bedroom, supervising and deciding when Katherine and cum.

Mistress and slave are only about 4 episodes deep into the series. So far Dick seems disinterested in Katherine's crushing on him. But who knows where this might head. Here's a link to the trailer.I Love Dick. No cock cages yet for the hubby. They may be waiting for season 2.

In the meantime, Mistress is fending off entreaties from the guy we met Sunday night for a quick step to the "horizontal" aka "test fuck" phase.  She has two more "interviews" to conduct before deciding with whom or whether to move forward.

Tonight we are meeting a guy at a local bar who is new to the "open marriage" scene. He's about 50, and his wife is 40 (according to her own OK Cupid profile). Sounds as if his wife has had a little more luck in scoring. (Big surprise!) When we suggested that maybe his wife should join, he demurred on her behalf. "When she heard I was occupied Thursday night, she immediately set up her own date with her 'boy toy'".  Sounds like another wife who likes them fresh out of diapers. So unfair to us old farts!

We will let you all know how this evening's encounter goes.

Strap-on Saturday

Mistress and slave have gotten into a comfy routine here now that slave no longer goes to an office most "work" days.  While we are both serving some clients (her more than me), we have been able to carve out some afternoon "nap" time, which more often than not includes either some post-nap worship or a 2nd round of more conventional sex.  But yesterday, after she lunched with the Dowager Domme and I entertained my cute grandkids, there was a little more time for us to indulge....

Slave had gotten a "warning" earlier in the day.

"It's been a long time since you've gotten a good ass-fucking, slave...."

"So true, Mistress."

We woke from our late afternoon snooze at around 5 pm, and Mistress was feisty and ready for action.

"Time to get out my supplies, slave...."

I dutifully went on task.

Harness. check.

Simulated plastic cock. Check.

Lube.  Check.

Mistress gave me a pass on the usual preliminary.

"You've been so good lately slave, that I'm going to pass on the punishment."

So no ass warm up with her crop.

"Sounds good to me, Mistress".

So it was down to business. Mistress promptly slid into her harness, and mounted it's important accessory (not quite as big as the helpfully illustrative video might suggest).  A generous helping of lube assisted as she drove home, finding her target with her typical precision.

Mistress worked her magic on her slave, while pumping herself into a rather robust cum of her own. She generously allowed me to take my own pleasure on top as she caught her breath from her more alpha exertions. And I gratefully did.....


It was a nice prequel to a quiet evening at home.

Tonight will be a little busier. We are meeting a couple from out in the 'Burbs who found Mistress via her new OKCupid page.  They are into the "Open marriage" / Poly scene. He's clearly interested in getting to know Mistress a little more personally. I'm along for the ride, purely as a curious amateur social scientist, of course. I'm sure our readers will be interested to hear all of the details.... purely for sociological reasons, of course.