Tights Taunt

 Mistress and her Cuckold took our daughter out to dinner at a local pub last night, joined by some friends.  And although it was more of a "family night", Mistress clearly chose to tease her slave by wearing a relatively short black dress with black tights.

"You look hot tonite, Mistress....."

"Thanks, Slave.... I wore those special  tights....."

I knew the ones she meant.  What I call the "peek-aboo" tights, with the strategically placed opening that can accommodate a tongue or other body parts.  Yum.  Through dinner I was already anticipating what opportunities might arise once we got home.

I had trouble keeping my paws off her thighs through dinner, but restrained myself to avoid embarrassing our daughter (our ourselves).  Once home, slipping into bed I was delighted that  Mistress had kept her special tights on.  I could not resist sidling up to her, pressing her work-a-day cock up against that sexy material .

"Calm down, slave.....you're just going to have to be patient until morning....."

It wasn't easy, but then "good things come to those who wait", right? "  

In the meantime, our new Boss was apparently off the golf course and on Amazon yesterday. He sent  his Slut (my Mistress) and her Cuckold  a shopping list of items he'd like to add to our collection, apparently for use when we have a chance to get together again.  (Or possibly to use on one another at his command?)  It wasn't clear.  But his strategic direction is getting clearer --

This is apparently the "double donged" harness he would like to see Molly use during "punishment time", or maybe while pegging her slave? It's been a while.

Then again, he had some items he apparently intended for the Cuckold:

I had to remind him that Mistress already has several cages that fit me just fine, though they've been languishing in my dresser since her last "date", which was some time ago.   

During the early days of the UCTMW blog, our Western Correspondent seemed content to have his virtual way with Molly and made no attempt to assert dominance over his Editor in Chief.  Clearly he's got more ambition this time around, as shown by the cruder means of punishment on his shopping list:

Hmmm..... what's wrong with Mistress's riding crops?  

In any event, it's clear from his messages that the Boss  has every intention of applying a "firm hand" as he attempts to assert his newly acquired authority over the Blog and its personnel.  He's come a long way, hasn't he,  from un-paid cub reporter to a wannabe Perry White?  I'm looking to Mistress for further direction on how to handle all these changes at UCTMW.  There could be some dramatic negotiations between the Boss and his Slut, my Mistress, before the dust settles over our newsroom. 

The WC's Version.....

Mistress and slave are hunkered down for the night in the flat lands of Kansas, after a morning / afternoon slogging up the West Spanish Peak in Southern Colorado.  Fortunately, we had some efficient but very satisfying wake up sex at a funky B&B this morning before hitting the trail.  Mistress was inspired by the WC's contribution to our blog as I showered her clean shaven folds with my skilled attention.

Mistress was a little tired once we got back in the car and began our drive east, and as she napped I took this shot of her well exercised gams.  Nice!  If a tad distracting for her poor chauffeur.   

Now, onto the WC's version of how things went down at our HDH earlier this week:

Well fellow UCTMW readers 

My wife Lucy (the woman formerly know by a letter of the alphabet never to be mentioned again)  and I finally visited Mick and Molly in their high desert hide a way

We had a great time and of course they were very gracious hosts

After a very pleasant drive we arrived at their HDH 

 Mick met us in their dirt drive way and helped us cary our bags in

The lady of the house was waiting demurely inside

After introductions we retired to one of their patios for cocktails and conversation

We all got along well and were relaxing in the late afternoon sunset

Mick made a very tasty salmon dinner

After dinner my wife Lucy was tired from her travels and retired to the guest chamber

Molly emerged from the master suite in a cute little night gown (with panties on)

That problem was soon rectified!

As Mick related a fun night of sexual high jinks ensued 

I will write more later but of special prurient interest to you all I will share a couple of sexual details I found particularly hot

They lady of the house was lead by her hand into her living room only to be stripped bare naked and have her bottom soundly spanked

With Lucy and Mick listening carefully from the patio..

Then her cheeks were spread and an Aneros was inserted right up her pretty little bottom

This is usually a toy for men 

But trust me it works very well on a ladies bottom as well!

The aneros has a little curly handle that is handy to grasp between your fingers and wiggle the aneros inside her bottom

I was earnestly engaged in just such an activity when (much to my surprise) Molly suddenly had an anal orgasm! 

Very fucking hot my friends!

Another very fun time was had on our last morning there

Lucy and I were lying in bed when I awoke with a needy erection 

I told Lucy that I was going to summon Molly to our room naked

Via Text!

Lucy was skeptical of this unusual plan of mine

I texted " come to our room naked"

Sure enough Molly soon appeared in a nighty hardly worthy of the name

I had her remove that at once!

Lucy excused herself to the ladies room

I had Molly "assume the position"

On her knees and elbows with her beautiful little bottom high in the air and spread wide open

Completely exposed and facing the door

As planed this was the sight that greeted Lucy as she returned!

Lucy just shook her head at my antics and said in a protective womanly way

Don't you dare hurt her

You see Lucy can be pretty dommy even with me

Molly looked over her shoulder and assured her that she was in no danger! 

Lucy then adjourned to the living room with Mick

I don't really know what happened there but I'm sure Lucy was firmly in charge of the situation!

Well enough for now but rest assured that Mick and Molly are great hosts!

WC and Lucy (the woman formerly referred to by a letter of the alphabet never to be mentioned again)

Too funny Mick

The Eyes of the WC Are Upon You

Mistress and Slave have had their empty nest re-infested for the weekend. And no, it’s not because we have allowed any of those Texas spring-breakers to move in.  Our cute daughter and her very earnest fiancé are visiting from GA, leaving is with much less privacy and bathroom space than we had been enjoying here.  Fortunately, we were able to slide in some robust cock-riding on Thursday morning before taking the drive down to the airport to collect them.

So, absent some hot update on cuckolding we are fortunate to have this contribution from our now retired Western Correspondent reporting on his glory days as a Skigolo our here in the Rockies:

 Well I am very happy Mick an Molly are safely tucked away in their SW hideaway

 

True:  That Texans are pain in the ass skiers

Better to stay away  

But  at least ..

I never let one of them run over me

In fact I only got hit twice

The first time it was in Bend OR

I was watching a downhill race and got clobbered by a racer going very fast

Ruptured  my spleen  and left me out for several hours 

The second time was when I was a ski instructor at club med in copper mountain in colorado  

I always told my peeps to stop below the class

Of course you had to keep your eyes open to make sure they did

One day I looked away

Can you guess why?

You are right 

She was hot!!!

So this guy

A very nice guy by the way

Just plowed into me and blew me over

The funny part is both my skies stayed just were they were

And my very expensive sunglasses were right between them!

But I only learned this later

By this time I was 50 yards down the hill

Trying to figure out what the fuck just happened? 

So I climbed back up 

And found the rest of the story......

WC, that roving eye just can’t stop biting you in the ass, can it?

Whack-a-Cock

In my role as IT Manager of UCTMW World Enterprises I was recently called into service.

"Slave.... my laptop needs help!"

Mistress has one of those oh so slender Apple laptops. Cute. Comfy to carry. But it's memory capacity is less than robust. Every now and then it rebels under the weight of "too much stuff" (not unlike our attic) and the apps she needs to use refuse to open.  It then falls upon her loyal Slave to find things to "trash",  just like I did recently in the non virtual world when we "downsized".

Except in this case, instead of old Life magazines and high school logo sweat shirts, I had to pry into Mistress's laptop's nooks and crannies and find apps and files that were old, moldy and no longer needed, then consign them to the trash.

That's when I started finding all those photos of the WC's special occasion cock, in various states of "anger" or repose.

"Hmmmm..... I thought we already got rid of these, Mistress....."

"I swear I went through my I-photos and deleted them .... 4 or 5 of each....."

It seems that cock shots replicate like lemmings once they take up residence on a laptop.

Of course, this went back to the days when Mistress and the WC traded more than pithy snark in the comments section. And to be fair to the WC, I also found stuffed into Mistress's hard drive any number of photos of Mistress's clean shaven folds, with or without hitachi attached, which she must have tossed off in the WC's direction as a sort of kinky reciprocity.

I think those even made Mistress blush a bit when I pointed them out before sliding them into the trash file.

So those of you who think you've diligently purged all the smut from your laptop or PDA, before passing it onto a son, daughter or pal, think again.

Old cock shots don't die. They don't even fade away. They lurk forever in some crevice in your hard drive, ready to spring to life when you least expect it. (Cue the theme music from "Jaws").

The only real remedy may be an industrial strength trash compacter.

Or your nearby river.

Maybe my next career should be X-rated computer cleaner.

I bet I could get one heck of an hourly rate.

Our Man in Sochi

It was -6 degrees last night in Denver, the home of our roving Western Correspondent. So it's no wonder he got on a plane and headed to Sochi for some spontaneous reporting on the Winter Olympics. I'm wondering how he was able to get his high end lubricant through security though, considering all this paranoia about terrorists concealing explosives in toothpaste tubes. And I just hope I remembered to cancel his UCTMW Titanium AmEx card.  For a little verisimilitude, I suggest imagining this compelling narrative delivered at slope side in the voice of the inimitable (but often imitated) Howard Cosell, dressed in the fur coat that Joe Namath wore to Sunday's Super Bowl.

 Well I know a little bit about winter sports

Bodie Miller is my favorite ski racer

Just like Tiger Woods is my favorite golfer

Bodie is the best American ski racer ever having won in all 5  alpine events and the most World Cup victories of any American in history

He is now 36  years old and if he were to win Olympic gold he would become the oldest  man ever to do so at 36

He did not ski at all last year because of injury

Today at downhill training at Sochi he finished FIRST!

The race is Sunday on TV  in America

It is a pretty easy downhill by World Cup standards

My take

He has fast skis for gliding on an easy course

Gliding means relaxing and letting your skies go where they want

Very scary and hard to do at high speed

Ask me

I have done the splits at 80 mph and slid down the slope on my face

Gave my face character:)

The manufacturers like to give Americans fast skis during the Olympics because the US market is the biggest

The biggest market by far is Denver

More ski shit is sold in Denver each year than in any other market in the world

And it is on sale here every fall for 10 cents on the dollar

Nevertheless

I would be just as happy if Bodie wins the downhill as I would have been if my beloved Broncos had won the Supper bowl 

Colorado's own Lindsey Vonn is out because of a knee injury

She of being Tiger's squeeze fame 

She  only has  to win three more races to pass AnaMarie of Austria to win the most World Cup races of any woman in history

Ted Liggety is the best American medal hope in Alpine skiing

He was the first man since Jean Claud Kiley to win 3 gold metals in Alpine skiing in a world championship or Olympics . The guy that got shot by Claudine Longe

Liggety did that 2 years ago...  

He is really good

But my buddy Jim E. (college team mate of mine)  beat him in a fun race last year at Park City where Jim's kids are all stud ski racers and Jim is l obviously still competitive 

Of Course Liggety was wearing play  skis 

And when he found out Jim beat him he went down to the parking lot and got a pair of his World Cup GS ski's

And blew Jim out by 3 and a half  seconds......

On a rutty course

Still I was proud of my buddy

There are a bunch of great young Americans racing

I wouldn't be surprised if a young American female got a medal

But for the old ones

Julie Mancuso has won several Olympic medals before 

But she is old (though she seems in pretty good shape in this photo).

But for the purposes of this sex blog she was recently pictured in some major magazine putting her hands down   her crotch in a very sexy outfit

Check it out

I only really understand ski racing 

But the kids in their slope style, half pipe, etc 

Are incredible athletes! 

With big balls

Or perhaps big clits!!!!!!!!

They act like they just throw that shit

Bit they practice year around on trampolines, pools and foam pits 

My hat is off to them

Seriously

It takes big balls to throw yourself off huge jumps

Spin three times

While flipping 3 times and land it on a very steep hill

But my advice to viewers is to watch the difference between the skiers and boarders in all these events

The skiers will go much bigger than the boarders 

That is because the skiers can hook up an edge much firmer than the boarders can

When skiing you can really set and edge and rocket out of a turn

Much harder on a board

Rock on Mick and Molly

Thanks, WC, with this incisive analysis, we all will appreciate the Winter Olympics with a finer eye. Just be check for any stray dogs in your hotel room. 

Mistress and Slave Diverted

It seems that whenever Slave foolishly books our flights through Colorado there is a foul up.

I deserve to be punished, don't I.

On the way out there was a 6 hour delay due to a snow storm in Donkey land.

Then today, we were doing fine, heading to Colorado Springs. We even saw some beautiful wild horses, grazing at the side of the road. Maybe that was an omen that we should slow down and admire the beautiful views, the way those horses  were.

But as we approached Colorado Springs, the little automated voice for United kept calling that our flight from COS was delayed. By the time I turned on the rental car, it was so delayed that there was no way we were making our connection in Houston to River City.

Not to be deterred, I talked the United rep to book us on a direct flight out of Denver later this evening. But how to make that 92 mile trip to DIA?

I remembered that UCTMW Enterprises has a leased Hummer used by our western correspondent to suss out fast breaking stories of prurient interest to our world wide readership.

Mistress was immediately onto it via text with the WC/

Could he bring the UCTMW Hummer down I-25 to rescue us?  There was plenty of time.

But the news was not good.

As the WC tells the story, the UCTMW Hummer is in the shop being "detailed". Apparently a drum of his high end lubricant burst in the back seat during the recent cold snap.

"He says it's quite a mess, Slave."

No doubt. But that got me wondering ..... Why is UCTMW also paying for that heated garage for the Hummer if the sucker's parked out in sub-zero weather with a drum of overpriced lubricant? Late night at the ranch?

So we were forced to rent a car, and make our own way up I-25. Now we're waiting for another delayed flight, but at least no connection to make. If only all the shops weren't filled with all that PFM stuff!

Early Dismissal

It's Christmas Eve here in River City, and the good news is that the rain is threatening to stop for a few hours. Good timing, because I will be taking my little co-ed and an older daughter and her beau to see the Pussycats play what amounts to a play-off game for them.  Then we have  the big Christmas Eve family gathering - the one we've avoided for the last 11 years or so. But this year, I'm actually looking forward to it.

39 degrees, rain and mudslides is not something that brings Bing Crosby crooning to mind. But it's a pleasant break to be here for what we hope will not be too harried a weekend.

Yesterday was another day we've not experienced in a while: the last work day before the Christmas break, when both of our offices shut down "spontaneously" a few hours early for the holidays, just as everyone suspected they would.

And, of course, Mistress and Slave planned to do just that: escaping at noon for a little R & R.

I must say we were a little surprised to find Francois waiting for us when we got home -- apparently even the French Foreign Legion arranges for a little early  liberte' for the Holidays!  He bore marzipan treats confiscated from some evil terrorist black marketeer his comrades had brought to justice, to satisfy Mistress's longing. But because the sullen co-ed was lurking about, that was the extent to which Mistress's needs were satisfied by our MIA "chef".

We even invited our daughter to come down and meet our exotic friend, but she demurred.

"I'm in a towel", was all she said.

"Won't bother me", Francois muttered under his breath.

No doubt.

After Francois left for another engagement, Mistress and the cute Co-Ed were off for some nail maintenance, and Slave did a little final Christmas shopping. Packages were wrapped, and there was still time for a brief nap before meeting my older daughter and her boyfriend, in from DC, for some pizza.

Waking from our nap, Mistress asked for the phone.

"I fell a little bad I've not talked to the WC in a while Slave.... let's give him a call."

Well, one thing led to another and before you knew it, Slave was on his knees, Mistress's legs were spread, and I was enjoying her sweet juices as she listed to whatever tale of debauchery he was murmuring in her ear.

The result was two nice little post nap, pre-pizza cums for our CEO.  Let's hope our other colleagues put their early dismissal to just as good a use!

We hope all of our readers have a relaxing Christmas Eve with family and friends. Look here tomorrow for a real holiday treat: Our Western and Southern Correspondent have collaborated on a particularly amusing essay on corporal punishment that I know you will not want to miss! In fact, you may want to consider adding a paddle or over-sized shoe horn to your loved one's  stocking tonight, just in case he or she is inspired by tomorrow's blog.

Our Senior Correspondent Jockies for a Year End Bonus

Molly and Mick had a tranquil day here in River City. After our wake-up sex there was a trip to the gym and other weekend errands to perform. (They included me listening to my mother recite the same litany of gripes about her condo and other family members that help facilitate transcendental meditation for me ... as in letting my mind wander to a better place while murmuring "oh really" over and over again).

After some work at home we took our daughter to see a new movie, Young Adult, amusing enough with Charlize Thereon playing a "Former Prom Queen from Hell" seeking to reclaim her long lost boyfriend 20 years later. It included close ups of the seemingly painful process Mistress goes through when getting her "feet done" every few weeks. Thank God I was born a man!  Then again, maybe I need to learn to do that process myself to become a more complete servant to Mistress's needs, just as Tammy does over at All Mine.

We did share emails with our local "fan", R who Mistress invited over for a drink sometime when our mutual schedules clear. If you scroll back to yesterday's blog comments you will see he left one as "DC". How weird is it to have a reader who lives just a short stroll away!

But today's blog comes to you courtesy of Donna. AS she notes, the WC has been contributing more of late, and his "how to" blogs have enjoyed amazing popularity among our "vast" audience. AS you can see from the list to the right, his tutorial on "ass fucking" has not reached #1 in the charts, surpassing even our Contract.  No doubt he's thinking about becoming a free agent now, and I'll be hearing from his Agent, some fast talking guy who no doubt also represents his latest sports hero, Tim "God made me do it" Tebow. So who can blame Donna for trying to emulate the WC's inimitable style.

 

Yes! Yes! Yes! Life is good!

The workmen have left with their toolboxes in hand and their low rider jeans, well, riding low. The sawdust has settled, the furniture is in place, and the dishes and pots and pans are in their new cupboards. 

And now, drum roll please, Bill and I can get back to having BDSM passion, fun and sex on a spontaneous basis! Woo-hoo!

The other big excitement for me is that our wedding anniversary is next week. Bill and I were married 33 years ago in the living room of a small house with immediate family in attendance. I will always remember the look of horror on his mother's face that her son was actually going through with this. Although, should I happen to forget, I have my wedding photos where she has two distinct looks, one is abject horror and the other is similar to that of an airline passenger frantically scrambling through the magazines and emergency brochures, desperate to find a barf bag before it's too late. It was too late, and the photos have become a source of great laughter for our kids.

And now it is time for my focus to return to the sex blog. It dawned on me recently that the WC is fast gaining on my word count for the year, and I can't allow that. If there is to be a bonus this year, it will be mine!  I know his posts are read more often than any others except for that one of Mick's, so I need to get on the stick here. After examining the WC's columns and comments, the best I can figure out is that he leaves off the spell-check on his computer while writing and deliberately omits punctuation. He also uses words like ass, cunt and diaper position over and over, and his columns are very short and instructional. 

Okay, I'm ready now, here we go.

Instructuns for a hot spancking:

For optimmum swenging room put the femail over ur lap or over a pilow at the egde of the bed

Let her feet dagnle off to the floor but with her cunt positoned so u can esily reach it

rub her ass and put a fingre in her cunt and rub aorund until she moans

As soon as she relxases, give a solid sweeng of your open hand to her ass

repate eght or ten tmes and then chek her cunt agen

if she is wet, use your fingres to breng her to the egde of cumming - than stop

repeete the spaking of her ass and tell her she cant cum til u say so

when she is screemin that she has to cum or she will die, giv her one more swat

than tell her to cum

repete until u have a hot hand and she has a red hot ass...

No, no, no!  I give up! I just can't write like the WC. *head hanging low*

For now, I'm going to go sit in my quiet, workman free kitchen, have a cup of coffee and ponder all this. 

Donna

AS Donna has so ably demonstrated, it's not quite as easy to rip off the WC's unique writing style as one would think. Maybe I should actually listen to that fast talking agent when he calls. I don't want to get outbid by Sin, Aisha, or Riff Dog or we'll never ever make that 100 Top Sex Bloggers List!

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Molly and Mick Collins