Mistress and Slave hit the slopes again today, but not before some lovely wake-up sex followed by some al fresco scrambled eggs whipped up by this pampered Slave. I served Mistress outside on our patio, where she was catching some early morning sun. Apparently I have gotten so used to her naked sun bathing here that she had to remind me later, on a chair lift, that she enjoyed eating her breakfast in her birthday suit. Really, she was naked when I served her?
Oops. I guess Slave is jaded. Either that or I was famished and focused on devouring my own breakfast.
Now after a few hours on the slopes, we are back in our little rustic hideaway. We've owned it for about 13 years now - longer than our place back in River City. And while it's a lot smaller, it's all we really need. "If it doesn't fit here, Mistress, we don't need it!"
"Agreed Slave.... except for the cats."
Of course, we do have a suitable power tool stowed away, for those days when Slave's devoted tongue just won't cut it. And there are some ropes and a riding crop. What more do you need?
(Sadly for Suzanne, we did "forget" Slave's cock cage. But that won't take too much room once we move here full time.)
We have developed some good and fun friends here. Last night, the locally renowned "Mattress Mary" (yes, she owns a mattress store) and her husband stopped by for some drinks, and stayed way past our bed time. And there is that cute waitress with the tattoos at the local Pizza joint, who flirts with Mistress while serving her favorite: spelt pizza with mushrooms and goat cheese.
But speaking of birthday suits, our infamous western correspondent appears to be celebrating his birthday today. We hope he's enjoying it, and will happily give him the day off with his usual rate of pay. But Mistress had an idea. While the WC has oft threatened to bring his special occasion cock on down to our hideaway, he (and it) have yet to materialize.
So Mistress has a special inducement she has put on the table (or in this case, our bed):
"Slave, you can tell the WC that my ass is his for as many birthday strokes he wants."
But as they say in the informercials, this offer is open for a limited time only.
Tomorrow is the birthday of our first staff member here at UCTMW.
It’s been about a year since M first got into phone contact with Mistress – he’d been commenting and emailing since December of 2009. And while we give him lots of shit from time to time, I know Mistress has enjoyed having him as part of the “team” that keeps her amused and satisfied.
Just yesterday, not long after I provided my own humble efforts to fulfill her needs – you know, the oral pleasuring, followed by some therapy with Mick’s work-a-day cock – M texted Mistress to let her know it was time for one of her personal training sessions with him directing the action via phone.
It was only around 8 am here in our Hideaway. I offered to make myself scarce by heading down to our little neighborhood organic bakery and ice cream purveyor.
“Could you get out the power tool and plug it in for me, Slave before you go.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
I pulled out the Hitachi, untangled the extension cord (we wouldn’t want the littler sucker to come unplugged at the very wrong moment), and then kissed Mistress goodbye. I even turned the radio on in our lining room to make sure the teens could not hear any sounds that might be a little too unsettling.
“Enjoy, Mistress…. And give my regards to M.”
“I will Slave….”
Her text chime went off. She slid seductively into bed, still in a skimpy nightie I had purchased her some time ago, ready for her therapeutic “session” to begin.
When I returned home the door was still shut, so I settled at the dining room table, tending to some work emails. Soon she emerged, wrapped in a terry robe, looking quite flushed and certainly refreshed.
She leaned over, gave me a little kiss.
“How many, Mistress….”
“Oh… at least two Slave….”
(If you're keeping score, that was at least 4 before 9 am.)
“And what little tale did he provoke you with this morning, Mistress?”
“Ohh …. It involved him fucking me in the ass while I was in some sort of chastity device….”
“I’ll bet that was pretty hot Mistress…. Making you all frustrated….”
“It was Slave…..very…..”
Clearly M was adding value on our trip, even if we’ve not seen much from him in the column inches category of late. Maybe this “personal trainer” role is more up his alley.
So in our plans to recognize his contribution to our burgeoning media “empire” I wanted to do a little tribute to M. Maybe delve into his past and give him a little surprise.
We only have a few details from M’s colorful history.
We know he was a competitive ski racer in his teens and early 20’s.
We also know that he spent some time as a highly desired ski instructor in Summit County, Colorado, who did whatever it took to please his “students” – particularly those of the female persuasion. Sometimes that even meant long nights of toil spent off “piste”. The story goes that he qould sometimes forget which hotel room was his next scheduled destination.
Using all the tools at the disposal of a vast media empire, I was able to strike some gold (or at least tarnished bronze). With a few well placed gratuities, I was able to plunder from the “morgue” of the Vail Eagle, circa 1978, the following photo of M from his salad days, back when he taught skiing by day, and developed a variety of uses for his special occasion tool by night.
AS you can see, M had a certain magnetic charisma even then. I’m not sure whether his lovely companions were fellow ski instructors admiring his special equipment, or sorority girls on spring break who were working on their tans. M could you fill in the blanks for us?
And do have a happy birthday tomorrow.
(BTW, that really is a picture of the WC.... who could make that up?)
