Wonderful Movie Kink

Time for one of our occasional movie / tv reviews. Over the weekend (after Mistress's cuckold sleepover) we took some time to walk up the street to our local cinema to check out the new biopic about the creators of the Wonder Woman comic character.

Of course, Wonder Woman has a place in the psycho history of any submissive male of a certain age. As a baby boomer who came of age in the 1960's I was a comic book addict. In the stone ages before cable and the internet, a pre-teen's entertainment relied on the fantasy world created by DC and Marvel comics. And I must say I was particularly drawn to  those oft repeated scenes where some comic book villain put some "hero" into a fix involving chains or rope. Then there was Wonder Woman, with her magic lasso, who saucily made the male bad guys confess their crimes while in her tight  golden coils. Of course, it was also common for WW to find herself within the confines of some bad guy's (or girl's) bondage. It definitely got my young impressionable motor running in all sorts of kinky ways. no wonder I ended up a world renowned sex blogger!So when we saw the trailer for the new movie "Professor Marston and the Wonder Women" , it was "must see" viewing, particularly when it debuted at our local cinema. Here is a link to the trailer.

We were not disappointed. The movie chronicles the "adventures"  launched when Harvard Psychology Professor William Moulton Marston, his wife Elizabeth and their TA Olive Byrne invented the lie detector and simultaneously began a polyamorous relationship that lasted decades. Of course, messing  with a student would get you fired even in the 21st Century. The Marstons were booted from Harvard once their "deviance' was discovered. But their experiences and Marston's ground breaking theories on the role of dominance and submission led to their creation of the female comic book  character who became a lasting femdom poster girl.

The movie chronicles the efforts of the "decency" crusaders in the 50's to crack down on Wonder Woman's kinky proclivities, and Marston's subversive efforts to indoctrinate  his young readers with his theories on female dominance and male submission.  At least for this young reader, it seemed to have worked!

But was the movie hot?

Uhhh..... yeah. There are several smoldering three way scenes of the two attractive "wonder women" and the Prof cavorting in all sorts of kinky ways.  And a very hot scene of Mrs. Marston  binding Olive when dressed in a kinky costume that became the model for the comic WW. It certainly had  slave squirming in his seat.  And Mistress confessed she thought it was pretty hot too!
Rating: two nipples and one caged cock up! Don't wait until it makes Netflix.

Hunkered Down in the High Desert

Mistress and slave are safely ensconced in our SW hideaway here in the high desert. The sun is blazing, and even the ski slopes yesterday were pretty warm. It allowed Mistress to engage in some sunning yesterday afternoon on our patio, where large swaths of snow still remain from the big dumps of snow earlier this month, despite this week's warm sunshine.

But our travels were not without incident.  We had one of those pre-dawn flights out of River City, which found us scrambling in a dark house to feed the cats, load the car and get rolling.  The result was almost tragic: Mistress missed a step at the top of the stairs, while carrying her purse and backpack. Slave was already downstairs and heard the crash, turning to see Mistress flying face forward down the carpeted stairs, coming to rest at the very bottom. It was like watching Pete Rose fly head first into home plate, but on a significant incline. A call to 911 and a trip to the ER with broken bones or worse to deal with flew through my mind.

Fortunately, Mistress is one tough and well conditioned "cookie". She did have what amounted to a rug burn below her right eye that was bloody and swelling. But her limbs were in tact. Amazingly, she dusted herself off, fed the cats and we were on our way.

It did make me realize I was a poor slave. I should have carried Mistress's bags down the stairs for her.  Surely a punishment is due.

By the time we arrived here before sunset on Tuesday afternoon, Mistress accident and our long travel day had her pretty exhausted, with a "sore all over" body.  Amazingly, she even passed on some relaxing worship.  This was probably the first day in a very long time that Mistress was denied even a single cum!

But not to worry, Mistress and slave were back in action by Wednesday morning. And after a day on the slopes and a restful nap, she accepted my offer of worship yesterday evening before dinner.

She's my Wonder Woman!

Deferred Gratification and Teen Fantasy Fodder

Yesterday morning Slave was up early, and after publishing the daily edition, made his way up to the Executive suite with the expectation that .... I'd get lucky. Well, after some worship and blog reading, that is.

But when I arrived upstairs I found Mistress with her lap top open, engrossed in .... something.  I decided to be a little flip.

"Start without me Mistress?"

(Sometimes Mistress reaches under the bed for her favorite power tool.)

She was not amused.

It seemed that some sort of work crisis had popped up on her email stream and she was already deep into it.

Oops. My window of opportunity had slammed shut. And while Mistress was amenable to a quicky worship session as she read the morning edition, she was quickly up and into the shower thereafter.

The crisis was averted later that morning (Lesson: don't open your work email at 6:15 am), and by late afternoon Slave was looking forward to a relaxed evening at home starting off with some R & R time in bed before proceeding to a "picnic" dinner and maybe a movie.

But.... surprise.... the cute Co-Ed had gotten a ride home for the weekend with a friend - she missed her cats, her bed, the larder and (possibly) her parents.

Now of course it was good to see her (had it been a whole 2 weeks?) but her presence certainly altered our plans. There was no "right when we get home from work" sex. But instead, Slave reheated the chili left over from Super Sunday, cooked some rice to go with it, opened some wine, and we settled in to watch a chick flick as a family unit. (My suggestion of the X-Men Prequel we sadly had missed at the Multiplex last summer went over like a kryptonite balloon).

Finally, when the couple who met cute at the beginning found themselves together at last at the end, movie time was over and Mistress and Slave had a good excuse to go to bed.  By then it had been almost 36 hours since Slave's last opportunity -- yeah, I know some of you guys are feeling for me - and I was just a tad horny, despite a glass or two of robust red.

We closed the door, leaving the cute Co-Ed to play with her cats, and stripped away the day's costumes.

"Do you mind if I keep the tights on Slave..... it's a little cold tonight."

"No problem Mistress..... You know how hot I think they are...."

"And go insert your device.... I want the extra hard cock tonight."

She got no argument from me.

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Last week, when I was pointing out that the seemingly boring housewives of the 1950's might have been closet dommes, I concluded with a reference to Wonder Woman, who may have been the inspiration for some closeted male subs of that generation.  I know I thought she was pretty hot, what with the mind controlling lasso and all.

One of our readers left a comment to the effect that in her early days there was an even headier D/s theme to her work, so I did a little searching on the internet to confirm that proposition, and sure enough found some goodies, but some of the photos suggested that the writers and artists considered Wonder Woman to be into a little girl on girl action, something that has been subtly brewing over at All Mine in recent weeks.

Here is another one:

And some others:

And while there are plenty of old Wonder Woman covers showing her at the mercy of some male or female villians, what I couldn't find were any illustrations of Wonder Woman dominating men with her lasso or other bondage implements.... not even her wimpy boy friend Steve Rogers.

What's with that? Maybe our readers can help me find some.

Early Morning Muster

Can you see that little shiny smear on Mistress’s oh so delectable cheeks?
That photo was taken only moments ago, up in our executive suite here at the World HQ.

Mistress usually is a very good sleeper. As those of us who follow us here at UCTMW know, it’s usually her Slave that wakes up early, makes some coffee, prepares the daily entry, and then wakes Mistress for some early morning reading, worship, and if I’m lucky, sex. (And as you know, this Slave is a very pampered and lucky guy).

But on occasion, Mistress can be a little restless.

At around 4 am this morning, she began talking --- there were a few work things on her mind, and then the big swim tomorrow. (I’ll cover that later).

“Uhhh… do you want to have sex, Slave….”

Well, against my training Slave was pretty drowsy and mumbled something to that effect. Mistress politely took no for an answer (I am sure there will be a punishment later), tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail.

Then she was heading downstairs to do a little work on our table top computer.

Slave drifted back to sleep. My dream focused on taking the bar exam with Mistress, an unlikely but strange scenario.

It was about an hour later, maybe 5:15 am, that Mistress came back to bed, a noisy coterie of kitties meowing to beat the band in her wake.

Slave was again disrespectful, muttering something about “Grand Central Station” (there was an article about it in the Times yesterday, so it must have been top of mind). But I cuddled back up to Mistress once she slid under the sheet, and somehow the kitties quieted…. Ah, I think I was going back to sleep again.

“Do you want to have sex NOW, Slave…..”

Well I knew that it would be a very big mistake to demur twice in own morning.

“Of course, Mistress….”

Soon I found my face self planted between her luscious thighs, an early morning breakfast of Mistress’s addictive juices before my morning coffee was an unexpected but delicious treat.

When she seemed sated with my attentions, she turned her attention to me.

“I want to suck on my cock, Slave….”

I was more than happy to oblige, rolling over onto my back to give her full access. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Ahhh… the morning cock…. My favorite kind.”

Yes, it had woken up, maybe even more completely than me.

After some of Mistress’s skilled attention, Slave was soon begging for the privilege of fucking her. But Mistress had her own ideas.

“I’m going to ride it for a while, Slave….”

And so she did, to several more moaning cums, until she was exhausted, and let me finish the job she started on top.

That little smear is a remnant of what I left behind.

As we cuddled afterwards, Mistress seemed relaxed and dosed off, finally. And her Slave was ready to for his own morning routine, but made sure to take this photo as an instant record of an early morning here at the UCTMW World HQ.


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As to that swim: tomorrow morning will be another early wake up here. Mistress has signed on to join about 100 other crazies for a swim across and back the width of our mighty River. Barge traffic will be stopped for the occasion.

Mistress is a very capable distance swimmer, but most of her swimming is in a pool, not a deep dark river with a strong current and lots of detritus to avoid. It does sound like safety precautions are good though, and she is gung ho for the challenge.

The total distance is about 900 yards across and back (about 9 futball pitches for those of you on the metric system). She estimates it will take her about 45 mintues to get across and back.


While there are no sharks or octo-pussies in our big river, there are reports of giant mutant catfish. Let’s hope they don’t lasso her with one of those long whiskers and drag her down.

On our drive home last night, we called Donna to confirm she can pitch in for the Saturday AM post. She was a little concerned about health and safety concerns. We apologized for the short notice. Otherwise maybe Bill, our director of security international could have come up to personally steer our “Wonder Woman’s” escort skiff, and protect her from logs or scary fishies.

We will report on the outcome in Sunday morning’s blog.

My Own Private Wonder Woman

Somehow Molly and Mick made it through that first ugly week of the new year, bouncing back from their long car trip and settling back into our work-a-day domestic routine here in River City.

And by Friday morning, Slave was back into his early morning rhythm of rising before 6 am to blog, then waking Mistress at 7 am with the hopes of some indulgence, if she was pleased with my “homework”.

Of course, By Friday morning I was particularly amped up, after a day in the cage, and then coming home to a very satisfied Mistress following her phone sex date with the WC, and her favorite power tool.

After I had lapped and suctioned Mistress to one suitable climax, she reached for my cock to see whether any extra effort might be required on her part before I was allowed to fuck her.

(Of course, there was the risk that if too much effort was required, she might tell me to wait until later).

Fortunately, she was more than pleased.

“Oh my, Slave… what a nice and hard cock you have.”

Uhhh, yeah. So true.

And I was then allowed to put it to it’s highest and best use, taking an approprite amount of pre-work day time to fuck Mistress and produce all those little lovely moans of satisfaction that are music to my ear.

And by the time she gave me permission to come…. Well …. Let’s just say I am glad she did not hesitate, because that train was already leaving the station.

It’s been cold here this week …. Not crazy single digits cold, but cold enough to put a chill in you that lasts long after that first cup of coffee at work.

So Mistress was all wrapped up on the way to work.: Her over the knee boots. Her black tights. And some lovely turquoise leather gloves that kept her fingers warm. They also make a lovely contrast to the black ensemble as they rested there on her legs, stretched out onto the dash as I chauffeured her to work. I made sure I got a photo to take to share with our loyal readers, who can’t seem to get enough of Mistress in her lovely boots. Though maybe I am just projecting….


Mistress’s work day domme costume somehow got me thinking about a post from about a week ago and a response from one reader – Foxy was it you? – who said that her inspiration for dabbling in female domination came from her early exposure to Wonder Woman….. you know, the buxom superhero with the golden lasso and it’s special mind control powers.

I must say she had a certain appeal to me too…. Though I am not sure my pre-pubescent brain went directly to “god, would I love to be at that Broad’s mercy.” And of course, for the switch’s among us, there were more than a few scenes where some evil villain (or villainess) turned the tables on Diana Prince , aka, Wonder Woman, and trussed her up in some “inescapable” bondage. Often with her own lasso.

Of course, Foxy and I weren’t the only ones to latch onto Wonder Woman in our formative years as a source of kinky inspiration. According to this link wonder woman(which has some lovely illustrations to go with it). Wonder Woman was created by a fellow named Charles Moulton, who also was the inventor of the lie detector (and isn’t that what the golden lasso did too?). He is quoted as saying that:

“Wonder Woman satisfies the subconscious, elaborately disguised desire of males to be mastered by a woman who loves them.”

So when Mistress dons that Dommish costume for me, so much more stylish than WW’s red white and blue glorified bikini, she is my own private Wonder Woman, mastering her devoted Slave.

Part of yesterdays costume were those tricked out tights. So when Mistress stopped at my office around 5pm before we headed to a birthday celebration for one of her work colleagues at a local watering hole, Mistress was readily accessed for worship.

I slid the chair to my door…. Spread the absorbent blanket (by now redolent with Mistress’s alluring musk), and fell to my knees.

Yum.

After she was satisfied, she rose to primp a bit, and sent a text to our Western Correspondent, to keep him up to date on the day’s developments.

She showed me the screen of her I-phone. I couldn’t help but notice that she had sent M a shot of her turquoise gloves, with this clever message:

“Would love to wrap these gloves around your cock.”

So maybe Mistress does not have a golden lasso. But the gloves could certainly take her a long way in the Super Sexual Hero milieu.

When Sex Blog Universes Collide

Over the last few days, some of us who follow one another’s adventures (or aspirations for adventures) in the sex-blog-o-verse, seem to have been popping up on one another’s pages at a furious pace.

Maybe it’s because the WC finally got his computer back in action at our Mountain Zone UCTMW satellite office. Or because Mistress has been more obsessive than normal in chiming in with her own comments. As she told me the other day:

"The trouble is that our vanilla friends are so darn boring compared to our sex blog friends."

But it was particularly charming to see Suxanne’s Jay citing the WC’s tutorial on breaking in a virgin ass in yesterday’s episode of ALL MINE.
All Mine



Then the WC was egging Jay on, despite Suzanne’s apparent discomfort with the notion.


When Suzanne, who takes guff from no one without tossing it back with even more clever gusto, speculated about whether our WC would be willing to be on the receiving end. Both he and Mistress confirmed that he has expressed a willingness to turn those “cheeks”. if and when the opportunity arises.

Now that would be an interesting development. Mistress might have to go shopping for a “special occasion” dildo for her harness as a matter of symmetry.

There was some similar banter on PuppyTales earlier this week, when Mistress and Brooke compared notes on the risks of posting photos of their ling distance Master’s cocks.

Puppy Tales - Phone Sex

And Sin had a posting addressed to me talking about the challenges of a Poly relationship(s).

Finding My Submission - Dear Mick



All of this interaction among our blogging personas brings to mind my days in elementary school, when I was a comic book addict. And the biggest development that would make my little pre-adolescent jaw drop (other than the drawings of Wonder Woman about to ensnare some baddy with her golden lasso), was when a super-hero from the DC “world” would pop up with one of characters from the alternative Marvel Universe. Say…. The Hulk and Superman go at it to see who is stronger; or Green Lantern and Spider Man take on Sinestro and Dr. Octopus, while comparing notes on how their alter egos should handle their neurotic girl friends.

Our WC has sometimes suggested that our blog personas are sort of sexual super-heroes, out creating multiple orgasms in a single bound. And now our world’s are colliding all the more frequently –as Molly and Mick did a few weeks back with Aisha and D in their community dungeon.

Maybe we need to form a sort of sex bloggers Justice League with our own fancy high tech club house? At least in a virtual sense. The possibilities are endless.

We could share recipes and sex toys.

Compare notes on kinks and techniques.

Feud about which Slave's  job it is to clean the refrigerator.

Break into factions.

Hold elections.

Gossip about one another.

Trade costumes.

Ask Suzanne to show us the content of her diaper bag.

But if the WC invites his brother, let’s make sure he washes his hands frequently.

And from a Sub’s point of view, if we invite Ms. Marie, could we politely ask her to leave that dreaded rat trap at home in her own dungeon.



‘Nilla Mom --- I think this is another story idea!


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