Mistress Risks the Consequences

 Here in our little mountain town we've enjoyed a couple of days of heavy snow, a nice gift to our snowboarding daughter. But that did not interfere with our private V-Day celebration before heading for the slopes. As anticipated, Mistress (slut?) defied the Boss's "no worship" directive and her Cuckold was rewarded for his service with his own "happy ending".  While there may be "consequences" for such defiance, I sure can't complain.   

The Boss's response to the news of his Slut's defiance came in a comment to yesterday's post:

Molly:
Your risking another punishment for WHINING
For crying out loud 
You’ve had your worship every morning for 30 years!
Suck it up buttercup:)
Lippyness and Uppityness are bad enough 
But Whining? 
Besides 
It’s making me hot to think of my hot little friend skiing with a tingling pussy:)
And what better day than Valentine’s Day for the Boss to assert his authority?
Now Molly make the following entry in your Sluts Infractions book
1) Whining 
2) Sentenced: 10 strokes and 4 hours in the double donged harness
It is so ordered

The Boss

Hmmm....these penalties are mounting.

Truth be told, the thought of Mistress being dominated by a  demanding "Bull" is a hot button for both of us, as our readers would learn by delving back into the UCTMW archives.  (Google informs that there are more than 2000 posts).  The Boss's evolution from blog fan-boy to Western Correspondent to his current "supervisory" role can be traced by simply searching for WC references. If "content is king" in the current media landscape, then we have plenty to purvey.  Here's a sample from about 5 years ago:

I can tell you it was a lot easier to keep the blog running when there were suckers willing to contribute content for little more than an occasional pat on the back -- or in the Boss's case, the privilege of  coaxing  cums from Mistress  in private phone sessions.  Of course, in those days Mistress and the Cuckold were back in the heartland and the Boss was here in the Mountain West. And all of us were fully employed.  So it was a very long distance relationship, if you can even call it that. Now we have more time on our hands and live (comparatively) closer at hand.  Is it now  more likely that the Boss and his "Slut" will graduate from phone  sex to something more "hands on"?  Only time will tell.  But the photos the Boss has been sharing since our lunch together last week suggest he has aspirations for something more:

As for the Cuckold, Mistress knows I encourage whatever mischief Mistress might wade into with the Boss or anyone else she might fancy.  The following illustration sums it up:

Deferred V-Day Dinner

Mistress and slave got rolling a little later yesterday due to some work obligations.  But we definitely made up for some lost time: who needs to stick to a schedule if that gets in the way of your morning wake-up sex.

It actually occurred a couple of hours after waking up here, and dealing with annoying clients vis conference call. But when things got going, Mistress was in a feisty mood, enjoying some bonus cums when she rode her slave's work-a-day cock.

We finally made it up the mountain by 10 am, but that still gave us time for plenty of skiing, a nap at home and then some later afternoon "two-a-day" action back in our bed.

Out only scheduled evening event was a deferred Valentine's Day dinner at a muy romantico restaurant down the road a bit, set in a tiny road side chapel built in the late 19th Century.  Mistress decided to get all "gussied up" for our night out, so broke out some sexy black tights and a mid-thigh black dress to go with it, that caught more than Slave's eye at dinner.  (Although I probably should offer to polish Mistress's boots!)

Our fellow blogger Terri, over at "A Married Sissy" would have enjoyed one development at dinner. The female servers all wore over their otherwise black garb very colorful aprons with a variety of vivid designs.  The table next to us consisted of a youngish man in his 30's or so, a woman about the same age and an older man (maybe a father).  The younger man must have taken an interest in the colorful aprons and discovered they were for sale. One of the waitresses brought over a plastic tub with 10 or so to choose from, and the guy proceeded to unfurl each of them, finally settling on two aprons to purchase.  One depicted a canary in a hanging cage across the front.

This little display had both Mistress and slave giggling a bit, imagining this guy back at home, fully domesticated, in his apron and little else.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, right Terri?

Sunday With My Valentine

It was nice to combine the sweet pleasure of reunion sex with the celebratory glory of Valentine's Day sex here on Sunday morning in the UCTMW Executive Suite. Plus throw in the momentous relief of having your empty nest back sex!

Of course, first there was a presentation to Mistress of a little V-Day treat: a cute black and very short nightie that seemed to please her, and complemented her lovely curves. I had time to pick it up on Saturday afternoon at a crowded lingerie store. It looked like this was the busiest naughty undie day of the year, and slave was just one of the crowd looking for something to please their wife, mistress or significant other in a hope that they might "score" for V-Day.

It certainly worked in my house. First, Mistress commanded her slave to plop in "your device", the aneros, which once settled into place assured her of an even harder and more desperate for release cock than she might otherwise have enjoyed.  And after using my well trained tongue to deliver a shuddering starter cum for Mistress, she gave me carte blanche to  take my pleasure. Which was well and robustly taken, without the need to close the door and stifle.

Of course, surrendering our lovely daughter to her boyfriend, and seeing her re-locate 500 miles away in the heart of Dixie has a bittersweet quality. Somehow it seems more permanent than when she drove off to college, only an hour away. We knew we could pop in, or she was likely to come home at the drop of a hat. But, fortunately, never when Mistress was entertaining a "guest".

But then our sense of loss and regret did not prevent us from making tentative plans for now abandoned bedrooms -- still filled with the detritus of adolesence and a whole lot of clothes that seem to have accumulated in the style of their mother and the Dowager Domme.

Slave was contemplating a post retirement office in one room. Mistress was looking at the potential of more closet space.

In a way it was the first day of the rest of our lives. A little sad, true. But liberating as well. Though slave doesn't want to feel too liberated, does he? What would be the point.

Valentine's Day Reunion

 Slave and Mistress were finally re-united last night around 11:30 pm. She flew into the airport up north of here, after completing her sad but inevitable mission of turning our recent grad over to the next phase of her life. It sounds like things went well.  The boyfriend has a new job down in one of those GA towns that General Sherman visited back in the day. Mistress reports that the two lovebirds have a very nice apartment, and that the boyfriend had already furnished it. Sounds much more “civilized” than the apartment I inhabited the year after I graduated from college. And while Mistress had a long two days of travel, she probably needed some reassurance that our no longer so little darling is living in a manner to which she has become accustomed.

As for slave, I was on lockdown from around 7:30 am until about 10 pm on Friday, night, when Mistress gave me the go ahead to find the key and self-release from that hard steel cage.  I was certainly grateful not to have to  see whether I could “sleep through the night” in that infernal device as our friends Terri and Diane over at “A Married Sissy” put it.

Fortunately, the timing of Mistress’s return was just right. We get to celebrate Valentine’s Day in our suddenly (and a little sadly) emptied nest. No big plans here though, other than some wake-up sex, some exercise, and a relaxing dinner at home.  We plan to have a more lavish Valentine’s dinner in a few days, when we return to our romantic SW hideaway starting Tuesday.

I am feeling a little badly for our Senior Correspondent Donna, who will spend V Day on the last day of her 7 day Super Bowl bet induced quarantine from the use of mechanical stimulation.  Last night this report of her sad plight was slid under my E-door:

 While I'm certain that Mick has a very mushy Valentine greeting for you today, please take a moment to think of me, the dildo-less, vibrator-less woman of the mountains.

It has been six long days since my beloved dildos and vibrators were packed away thanks to the bet I lost on the Super bowl fiasco last Sunday evening.  To say I have missed them would be a significant understatement.  To make things even more difficult this week, my Keurig coffee maker died.  No vibrators and only instant coffee, my world has come undone.  Then, to add insult to injury, my friend with benefits was out of town this week. Alas, alas. Woe is me.

WC suggested I use my fingers, just as he uses his fists and fingers along with gallons of lube every day.  But fingers for women just don't offer the same ah, Ah, AH, experience as vibrators, especially a vibrator known as a magic wand.

But tomorrow I cut through the duct tape to release the dildos, the vibrators, and my magic wand.

 Oh, and Mick, I will be submitting the bill for the special shipment of duct tape I had to have delivered to adequately seal my collection of vibrators into a rather large box.

No problem, Donna. But the next time this happens, consider using the duct tape to seal your lady bits away from the temptation of mechanical assistance, rather than the other way around. It might work like this.

I must add that last night, Donna sent a follow up email, wondering if "vegetables" were also quarantined as part of the wager.  I used my discretion to consider the matter, and ruled that since vegetables were "organic" they were not considered to be among the mechanical aids that she had agreed to forego for a week if Cam Newton fizzled and let "The Sheriff" prevail in Super Bowl L. 

I have a feeling that there is a well worn cucumber sitting somewhere near Donna's bed this morning. Or maybe one of those skinny purple eggplants?

Love Is In the Air

Happy Valentine's Day from the UCTMW media empire!

Here in River City, Slave slipped away from work yesterday to pick up some V Day tribute for my lovely Mistress. I guess I waited a little too long because the lingerie department at our local verstigal Saks store was a little thin by the time I arrived. Apparently V Day is to sexy undies what the 4th of July is to fireworks....

I did find three colorful panties that would seem to suit Mistress, and handed them to the matronly biddy who was presiding at the cash register.

"Would you like me to wrap these for you?"

"That would be nice. Thank you."

"Should I wrap them separately, or together."

"Hmmm..... I guess it's possible they're for three different women....., but in this case, just one box will do".

She gave me a little biddyish smile.

"You'd be surprised what you  hear when you work in the lingerie department...."

She even commented on my selection with approval.....

"I received some hanky pankies a few years back as a gift..... always a nice selection."

Was this lingerie department small talk?  Somehow I didn't want to think of this biddy in the type of sexy undies I just picked out for Mistress.

I snatched my wrapped box and got out of there quickly.  Maybe we've taken this whole V Day thing a little too far.

Yesterday, on our stayed old public radio station, there was an "announcement from a sponsor". It was about where and how to acquire a special V Day 50 Shades of Grey teddy bear. That is "accessorized".  I was wondering what those accessories are?  Cuffs? Whips? Chains?

Actually, only blind folds and cuffs:

I did see in the Washington a special V Day article entitled everything-you-ever-wanted-to-know-about-love-in-25-maps-and-charts.

Here's a few things I learned:
1) Despite all that talk about "family values" those former slave states down south have a higher percentage of divorced and separated households then us Yankee states.
2) Marriage is not as popular as it used to be. Less than 50% of us think marriage and kids should be a priority.
3) More than 38% of us have used on-line matchmaking systems to find lovers, though there is no specific mention of Ashley Madison.
4) More Democrats think an unsatisfying sex life is  a problem for a marriage then Republicans do.
5) Less than half of "White Main Line Protestants" think an unsatisfying sex life is a problem in a marriage, confirming my working theory that Episcopalians are more likely to have sticks up their asses than the rest of us. (Did I get that theory from watching Downton Abbey with Mistress?)
6) A map of common words that folks use to attract others to their on-line profiles betrays certain regional predilections:

So if you're from Kentucky, the word "basketball" is used as your "honey trap". In Michigan and Ohio you seduce around a "bonfire". In Alabama, Mississippi and Georgia you invite your date for some "grilling", which I suppose is better than a "Lynching". (Fortunately, there was no on line dating in the earlier half of the 20th Century.)

There are states, like Louisiana, Arkansas and the Dakotas where the first date is  to take your new match "hunting". And then in Jersey the word is "Lounge". Bada Bing!

In Texas and Oklahoma, folks actually think the word "Oil" will lubricate their romantic prospects. Can "fracking" be far behind?

Sadly, the words "cuckold" , "submit" and "femdom" have not amde the cut yet.

Maybe next year.

Valentine's Day Greetings from Molly and mick

Mistress and Slave have a laid back Valentine's Day planned. We already covered the romantic dinner this week. And yesterday we had more hot sex than most couples will score on the real Valentine's Day. There was that traditional wake-up sex. Then, after work, with nothing on our agenda but an improvised dinner, there was some slow and languorous love making in the UCTMW executive suite. So whatever happens this morning, or tonight will be (red) gravy!

At some point, Mistress confessed that she had not gotten me a Valentine's Day card. "I know. You think it's a bogus holiday, Slave."

 I suppose I do. Something pumped up by Hallmark and  the floral/ retail / restaurant industrial complex  to give them a quick cash fix 45 days after the Christmas shopping season peters out. But that doesn't mean Slave is a fool! I did pick up something for Mistress at a local lingerie store, in the spirit of the season.

Just because some cynical old Slave thinks Valentine's Day is a made up holiday, doesn't mean Mistress thinks that way. No, I didn't get her  this:

 That would have seemed to "all about me". Although, let's face it, buying Mistress sexy lingerie is kind of all about me, isn't it?

And although I didn't get a card to go with my present, this sort of captures my cynical attitude about V Day:

But despite my cynicism, somehow I think I will still get Mistress naked today.

Mistress and Slave Have an Early Valentine's Day

Back here in River City, Mistress and Slave decided to beat the crowds and have our romantic Valentine's Day dinner early. Mistress saw an invitation with a special 5 course meal and wine pairings at a restaurant within walking distance, so we signed up. After a brief but satisfying worship session here at the UCTMW World HQ, we put on our boots last night for a crunchy walk through the hard packed snow to indulge. A nearly full moon was rising. 

Muy Romantico.

But when we arrived, we realized there had been a serious miscommunication. This "romantic dinner" was set up in a brightly lit room, at communal tables, and a very geeky and annoying crowd was already gathered. It was the sort of crowd that clearly did not want  to celebrate Valentine's Day where you actually had to carry a one-on-one conversation with your true love through 5 courses and the accompanying wine.

We considered aborting our mission, but Mistress, ever resourceful quickly deployed her charm and considerable persuasion skills..... soon the owner's wife was sheparding us to the nearly empty regular dining room to a very private table. We had not only avoided the crowd of wine geeks, we had also scored a corner to ourselves where the staff brought us our 5 courses and paired wine through a very lovely evening. 

(This being River City, the only other couple there all night included one of Mistress's high school class mates, on what looked like a Match.com first date, but fortunately they sat on the other side of the room).

By the end of the evening, Mistress and Slave were considerably tipsy, and grateful that we had walked rather than driven. It was a nicely saved V Day for us, and we hope all our readers get to share the day with their special someone.

But that may not include our dedicated Western Correspondent, who has resurfaced in Sochi after a few days off our radar. We were a little nervous that he had been subject to some cruel rendition by sadistic Caucasus Rebels, or former KGB dead enders, particularly after we saw how he was dressed for the Games:

Apparently he did not get the State Department memo about trying to blend in, and deemphasizing the red, white and blue. But it turns out he's just been simmering in the international melting pot, and soaking up the local spices, like any good sex blog sports reporter should do:

Well the poor old WC resurfaces .......

I took Vladi's ticket to the peep show at the woman's showers

They were great holes!!!!

Things were going great

Vladi was happily jerking off

I was watching the show with interest

When the Russian woman Hockey team caught us

OMG!!!!!!!!!!

Have you ever had a whole naked hockey team chasing you with big sticks

The poor old WC was scared to death.........

Well long story short

They caught us

I resurface two days latter and let me tell you

It was great!!!!!!!!!

Those Russia hockey players rock!!!!!! Particularly, Anna Prugova.

Well so much for my ordeal

On to the games

Bodie missed out

Too bad but he might still win  metal

I am so over figure skating     WTF!!!!!!!!

Shawn White is old too....

Mancuso rocks like a rock star

So what if she is  the daughter of a drug kingpin

Love the different/backwards human interest story

Well got to go

I'm reporting on all the kinky sex going on around here

Have an invite to the Bulgarian  woman curling party tonight!

Word is they tie you down naked and tickle your balls with their  brooms

Can't wait!!!!

Your man from Sochi

WC

Thanks, WC. Go easy on the vodka. 

Wouldn't curling be a lot more interesting if they did it in bikinis, like beach volley ball. It couldn't hurt NBC's ratings!

Happy Valentine's Day from UCTMW

Here in River City Mistress and Slave will be celebrating a low key Valentine's Day, in anticipation of our journey west on Friday for a week at our mountain hideaway. An empty Ski nest awaits, and we will take full advantage.

I have strict orders:

"Slave, I want that spelt pizza -- mushrooms and goat cheese - and an evening at home with you...."

I am sure that can be arranged.

Of course, I do have a little tribute gift for Mistress for V-Day. Some sexy underthings that I may be able to persuade her to model for you.

And I suspect there will be plenty of opportunities for some worship this evening, just as there was last night when Mistress returned from her spinning class after work.

"I'm probably a little gamey down there Slave.... it was quite a work-out".

"Since when did that every stop me, Mistress."

Here's hoping that our vast handful of readers also find some opportunities for pleasure this Valentine's Day!

Cuckoldress in Training?

On Sunday afternoon we traveled up to our cute Co-Ed's bucolic college campus for a quick dinner to see how she's doing. We even brought along Mistress's mother, who dotes on her granddaughter and even made her some cookies to share with her roommate.

All very heartland, right?

But at dinner the conversation turned to her plans for Valentine's Day.

Her sorority, in a joint party with another sorority,  has rented out a local bar in this quaint midwestern college town for Valentine's Day. The cuties are getting all dressed up for the occasion. Apparently they aren't going to leave it to chance that they have Valentine's Day plans with their beaus. And I mean that in the plural.

"So do you have a date?", grandma asked.

She described some lad from upstate NY she had invited, but said she's having trouble coming up with another one.

This woke old Mick up.

"Isn't one good enough?"

She explained the rules.

"We're each supposed to invite two boys."

Huh?

It seemed that the sororities are flipping the lyrics from that old Beach Boys' song, "Surf City".  The objective is to have 2 boys for every girl.  If our daughter doesn't pick another one lad soon, her roommate (purportedly the daughter of a Playboy Bunny) may have to invite three.

I had grandma laughing as I joked about the need for back-up guys at crunch time.

So, friends, watch out (or look forward).  There maybe a new generation of cuckoldresses on the prowl.  Next thing you know, they won't be using those sorority paddles for purely decorative purposes.