Tracking Down Our Western Correspondent

Here in River City we are officially in the “rainy season”. That means less time outdoors, but (the upside) more time in bed with Mistress. So things aren’t all bad. But as the days wind down on the Winter Olympics, it seems our western correspondent is still not on task. Other than a random encounter in some five bar, where was his reporting on the great Lindsay Vonn, who ended her Olympic career with a wipe out in the slalom portion of the combined, but did score a bronze medal in the downhill this week.

 Now that's a story. But instread, here’s what we heard from him today:

 BOSS!!!!!!!!   Finally watched some Olympics on the TV!!!!!!!!!!!       Holly Sh-t!  Those kids are RAD!!!!

I don't know if you know this boss............but:

THAT SHIT IS DANGERIOUS !!!!!    Trust me I know......I don't know if I ever told you this boss.......But I once time landed on my head.......

I know, I know, you always accuse me of having a head injury but this shit is real!!!!

BOSS..... to tell you the truth I have never been the same

Boss......I'm tearing up..............Got to go...

BUT!!!!! 

Wait till you hear about what happened last night with Hill and Mr. P "vp" BTW!!!!!!. at Borry's party last night!!!! 

Got to run,

WC

Pathetic! Fortunately, we found another stringer in Korea who was able to track down the WC at the games to see what he’s really been up to rather than cutting edge “journalizing”.  Here's WC trying out the ski jump ramp after a long night at the karaoke bar.

 Nice product placement for "Elan".  Hopefully the brand will pick up some of the WC's Korean expenses.  

Here's the WC laying some fresh tracks after waking on the mountain after a bender, long after the lifts closed. 

Finally, there's this shot of the WC checking out the snow board park  after hours in his inimitable way. Now that's cross training!  I suspect I will see both that beer and his damaged rental skis on the WC's expense account vouchers should he ever return to the states. 

  

More From Our Western Correspondent's Mexican Junket.....

Here in the heartland, Mistress and slave are still digging out from a backlog of undone work tasks. Although we haven't completely given up on the "seeking cuckolder" front.  We have arranged to me with a potential suitor on Tuesday evening. Fortunately, our Western Correspondent has shared a little more information about his trip with long suffering wife B to that swingers destination south of the border.....

Well boss I will write some more about that trip

One afternoon B and I were in the roof top pool for sunset and I was leaning against the pool bar and B was standing next to me 

The bartender started spreading a towel on the bar and I realized something was going to happen so I steered B away from the bar

I didn't want to get roped into any peer pressure induced hyjinks not of my choosing!

The pool was packed shoulder to shoulder, water about waist high

Think of a packed after work cocktail party, but in a pool and every body is naked......

A beautiful lady climbed up on the towel and got on her back

The bartender poured chocolate syrup on her nipples and crotch and even put a cherry right on her clit

The two men accompanying her proceeded to lick it off

Was your dream dessert Mick!

Anyway, B saw what was happening and said "thanks for moving me, no chocolate for me" 

This British very distinguished British guy in his 60's, with a huge dick BTW, deadpanned in a heavy British accent

"Quite sensible as chocolate has no vitamins or fiber atol" ................perfectly timed

Everybody totally cracked up especially my wife, he could have charmed the pants right off B

Except she wasn't wearing any......

There was a charming German couple Franz and Sylvia and the wife was a spitting image of B

We saw them at the bar one night and walked up to them

We all looked at each other and then just started laughing

"Twins"   Franz says laughing 

We had a very enjoyable 30 minute or so conversation wherein we all decided it could be pretty kinky to see the twins side by side naked bottoms in the air.

We were eating in different places so we agreed to look for each other later

When it was time to go to dinner Franz gave Sylvia a mighty slap on the bottom off they went. 

Later that night there was no sign of Franz but Sylvia was dancing with a beautiful naked woman on a leash wearing a beautiful feathers mask on her face and high heels.

Sylvia kept giving her might slaps on her bare bottom 

The whole thing was kinky as shit! 

Somedays they would have a "workshop" at 4 in the afternoon.

I talked to the couple that ran the Tuesday and Thursday workshop, the were an incredibly sexy American couple who lived in Cancun.

The Tuesday workshop consisted of teaching the man to worship his partner’s genitals for an hour

The Thursday workshop consisted of teaching the woman to worship her mans genitals for an hour.

I met the couple on Thursday........I told B about the great workshop 

B said I should have asked on Tuesday .........Oh well...........

We were standing about knee deep in the surf talking to 5 other couples

Two of the couples were describing a workshop they attended last year

It was a squirting workshop, they had an Gyn chair set up in the middle of the floor with 12 or so couples attending

The workshop was for women who have never squirted........but want to

The guy running the show was apparently a master masturbator who claimed he could make any woman squirt

The ladies were telling the story and said they found it quite exciting to be in the gyn chair in front of all these folks

But they raved about the master masturbator , he even changed gloves for each patient:)

Apparently he would oil their genitals and then insert two finger into their vaginas and rub the roof of their vaginas right near the entrance 

And off they would got squirting a far as 12 feet!

The women said the orgasms were spectacular.....

Thanks for the reporting Mike.  But Mistress and I would love to hear Beth's version of all this. Did she get any "extracurricular" action from any of these itinerant cocks?

Update from Our Western Correspondent

Our report earlier this week provoked a response from our Western Correspondent, who did a bit of skiiing back in the days before his budget for high end lubricant exploded. It seems he and Beth are headed to one of those "shithole" countries we've been reading about:

Well in light of Mick and Molly's great foray  into the great state of Colorado

I decided to write a post about the WC's life at this time

Crested Butte is a very nice little ski area

Been there many times and loved it!

BTW they have the biggest Elk rack ever shot in the Gas  station there

But it gets cold there 

VERY COLD!!!!!

Nevertheless I hope the had a good dispensary there to help ward off the terrible cold:)

The WC meanwhile has been playing golf in the mile hi city

In shorts!!!!

Thank god for the carbon industry!!!

Going with B to Mexico Monday for a week

Hope no "bad hombres" kill us

As for our Dear Leader

I have no comment

Not even taking my clubs to Mexico

Its a nude resort

Rather lay around in a cock ring in the sun than play golf!!!

Will keep all of you updated!!!

Love Mike and B

We look forward to your report, WC. Let's hope the senoritas don't get distracted by your special occasion cock and mistakenly fall into a large vat of guacamole. Let's also hope that you and B get back to the Mile High City before that big assed wall gets constructed. And remember not to sun burn. Here's good idea for catching some shade!

By the way, we are still waiting for your investigative piece on Mistress Kiva. Maybe she will let you and Beth spend the night in her cage sometime?

P.S.... We did find a helpful dispensary that help my aging legs and back recover from a few days on the slopes.

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.

Tease and (Semi)Denial

Mistress and slave woke up yesterday morning under the WC's "orgasm embargo". And when I awoke there was even some additional instructions from Mike via text message:

"Make sure you tease her for a long time this morning."

Always a cooperative soul, I did my best to taunt and tease Mistress with my fingers, lips and tongue as she read the blog, always making sure to ease off if it seems she was getting close to her edge.

"That's mean, slave......"

"Only following orders, Mistress....."

But when I acted as if I was done with the teasing and was moving onto another task she surprised me.

"Aren't you going to fuck me, slave....."

"But what about the embargo, Mistress.....?"

"If you're careful I won't cum, slave.....it just doesn't seem fair that you have to be embargoed to."

True, the WC's embargo edict did not mention me. And who was I to turn down to  generous offer. If anything, some good,  but gentile,  fucking would only enhance my mission of tease and denial.

So it was done.

As the day progressed from breakfast, to bike ride, to a marginal eclipse, to a mission to the grocery for some dinner supplies, the tension built.  Were the WC and B actually coming?  So it seemed.  And Mistress was getting a little nervous.

"How do you think this will go, slave?

"Who knows, Mistress...."

As it turned out, things are going well.  Clearly B was a little nervous too, though the two ladies of the manors seemed to have hit it off immediately as we chatted on our porch over beverages.

Slave cooked up some salmon and other fixings and we enjoyed one another company, sharing stories of past exploits.  Mistress even handicapped her various lovers and their prospects for the future.

As dinner concluded, B excused herself for what she described as a brief lay down after a long work and travel day.

As it turned out she was done for the night.

But Mistress and the WC were hardly done.

We retreated to the living room area, where Mistress sat on a couch next to Mike. His hands had trouble keeping to themselves, and were soon wandering up Mistress's firm and tan thighs. (I think she was glad she wore that black thigh draping short dress.

"So you wore panties for me, Molly?"

He couldn't hep but expose. And Mistress seemed to enjoy the attention.

Not long after that, Slave volunteered to go to bed. But after some negotiation, Mistress and Mike took our bedroom, and slave remained in the living room.  Soon there were sounds of delight, and Mistress's moans emanating through thin walls.

At some point they came up for air, and rejoined me in the living room. Mike checked on B.  Mistress updated me on their progress.

"We were just fooling around slave..... no actual sex yet."

While Mistress had sampled the "special occasion cock", and had enjoyed several cums by way of Mike's clever fingers, they were deferring any actual copulation until it was clear that B gave the green light.

At that point I really did go to bed, leaving the two long lost lovebirds on the couch in the living room. Before Mistress joined me in bed, there was another round of hanky panky.  After some chit chat (that I could hear through the wall) went silent, it was replaced by more rustling and moaning from Mistress out on the couch.

When she finally slipped into bed next to me, I got a brief update.

"Mike says to tell you I came another five times, slave....."

Poor Mistress.

Let's see how things develop today.

Mistress On Simmer

If you read our comment section here yesterday, you saw that our WC has imposed a temporary orgasm embargo on the UCTMW household, in anticipation of his arrival with his wife B later this evening.

Fortunately, the news did not arrive here in the remote shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains until mid-morning, long after Mistress and slave had indulged in our Sunday morning sexual rituals. That means Mistress had a couple of final cums before the embargo took effect.  She seemed pleased that slave deployed her favorite power tool, and even asked my permission to cum.  And slave enjoyed the chance to take his pleasure after the power tool was thumbed off.

Mistress took the news of Mike's edict with a certain resigned indignation. At least at first. After a pre-breakfast bike ride, and some languishing on our patio, we took a nap together, but avoided the typical post-nap worship.  Then, before dinner we spent some time on our patio, enjoying the cool damp breeze on an unusually rainy day here in the high desert.

That's when Mistress sounded out in a bit of rebellious fit of pique.

"Mike would never know if we cheat, slave....and had just one before he gets here."

"But Mistress, that would be wrong!"

She looked at me with a certain disgust.

"If you're not co-operating, maybe I'll have to take things into my own hands then....."

But did she?  There was a bit of time yesterday when I was showering and Mistress was resting in bed in her robe, before we went out for dinner.

Only Mistress knows for sure.

Mike, maybe you will have to interrogate her later today to get to the bottom of it. Until then I will do my best to make sure your embargo holds, at least until this evening.

Homework Assignment Graded as "Incomplete"

If it's Sunday at the UCTMW HDH (High Desert Hideaway) it's not MTP (Meet the Press).  It's Switch Day!

Slave has been a little too submissive recently when it comes to exercising my switch day privileges. But a "homework assignment" from the WC provided a little inspiration.  He wanted a semi-suspension - Mistress's legs up in the air, exposed for who knows what. ( I certainly had my own ideas).  But the concept was better than the execution.

On Saturday I installed some hooks in our viga beamed ceiling to implement my plan.  There was already some rope on hand in a dresser drawer.  On Sunday morning, Mistress was co-operative. I tied her arms spread to the corners of the bed. Then  I got her left leg up in the desired position.

Looks hot doesn't it?

But the problem was with the right leg.  Mistress broke that ankle more than 20 years ago. It still can get stiff and ouchy for her.  When I got her right leg up into the desired position, it became clear that her ankle had no plan to co-operate. And with all our upcoming hiking, slave decided a little kinky display was hardly worth the risk of permanent damage. I am prepared to pay the price for my "incomplete" homework assignment.

But slave wasn't giving up all together.  Mistress's leg was lowered, but then both were secured to the corners of the bed. A classic spread eagle.

I toyed with my bound prize for a while. Kissing. stroking. Teasing. Taunting. At some point her favorite power tool was deployed to take her close to the edge.  She begged her slave nicely. And of course I buckled, allowing her a cum that had her straining and bucking against her bonds.

After she caught her breath, slave took full advantage of his opportunity.

Later I texted our WC the photo above, and explained why I failed to complete his assignment. He seemed magnanimous about our failure to fulfill his vision. But in response he texted us a few pictures of his own.



Apparently he and B have a collection of toys at their disposal.  Will they be bringing some with them? It got me wondering if there would be some "consequences" for slave's failure to complete that homework assignment.

And now I just remembered something: I was supposed to paddle Mistress for her failure to respond to the WC's texts earlier this week.  Oops!  I guess I need to wait until our next Switch Day!

That would be the day before the WC and B are planning to visit us.  Mistress may have a sore bottom when (and if) they show up.

Homework Assignment?

Mistress and slave are "in training". In a few weeks we head to Africa for a trek to it's roof. So we've been putting in some more time on our feet and on our bikes this summer to get our bodies ready for what could be the biggest physical challenge of our lives.  On Monday, we were up early and out onto the mountains for what turned into about a 10 mile hike up to about 12,000 ft.  At the end of the day, our legs and feet were tender, but not as sore as they might have been last summer. So I guess that's progress.  It certainly didn't put a cramp in our daily sexual rituals, including wake-up sex and late afternoon worship.

In the meantime, our WC continues to discuss the possibility of a visit here, his wife in tow, by the end of the month.  The talk of them "topping" us both does sound intriguing. But Mistress remains open but skeptical.

"We've heard this before, slave......"

True.

The WC has had an open invitation going back to the days when he and Mistress had a rather intimate relationship, if limited to phone sex.  But he never took her up on those offers. Have things really changed?  We will see.

To stoke the fire (or the fantasy), the WC even sent us a "homework assignment", via text message to me on Monday:

"I have an assignment for you.  See if you can figure a way to tie Molly up with her legs spread wide open and up in the air. Think gynecologist examination position.  you might need more supplies. If successful text a picture. Naked of course."

Mistress raised her eyebrows at the assignment.  Whether it was curiosity or more skepticism I couldn't tell. But she clearly wasn't volunteering.  But we do have that oft unused "switch day" privilege in our contract, don't we.

I will consider the logistics and see what I can come up with on Sunday, WC.  I do like a challenge.

Mile High HiJinks

It’s a bittersweet day here in River City.  Mistress is heading south, on a road trip with  our older daughter, who is moving out of town, and in with her college boyfriend. She’s been living with us since graduating last May, and while having extra company has cramped our style a tad, it’s also been nice to have her around. While we’ve been longing for an empty nest, it’s still hard to let go of your daughter, and see her move a few hundred miles away. I have a feeling a few tears will be shed before Mistress flies back here on Saturday evening.

As for slave, I am staying behind. But Mistress has taken security precautions.

“I want you in your cage, slave.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

I’ve already got the tight steel ring on, and look forward to some early wake-up sex before I go into lock down and Mistress and daughter hit the road.  It’s not clear whether I will get a reprieve tonight, or Mistress will let me “self-release” at bed time.

But today’s blog is more about our Western Correspondent’s update from the streets of the mile high city.

.Well yesterday was a big day in Denver

I went down to the party in Civic Center park

Lot of peeps down there!

And vey very cool

Only one arrest and I saw it...

The last two big events downtown in this dust old cow town were 

The DNC in 08

And Barrack's speech a few days before the election in 08

I happen to know that the famous Mick and Molly were at the DNC in 08

With very good credentials by the way

Unfortunately I did not know them then then!

What a magical week that was

And then Barrack came to town  and gave a fantastic speech from the same podium that the Donks were on yesterday

Before that I saw a couple of Broncos parades and an Aves or two

But it was very very cool in downtown Denver yesterday

I had on shorts and a tee shirt

Thats how warm it was!!!!

They say there was were  Millions  people there

Don't know about that 

But there were a lot 

Our rail system was taxed to say the least

Very very cool

Well Donna

Guess your fingers will have to do for a few more days!!!!!!

Sucks for you.... 

But I think that your boys were a little bit cocky!

Wade Philips rocks!!

As fro the pot situation 

I didn't smell much pot

And the cops were cool

Civic center park was the home of the pot movement in Colorado

Every 4/20 was a cloud of smoke here before legalization 

Now you just don't see or smell it

Very very cool

Love you guys

And the great Donna too

Hope teri and Diane get there super Bowl next year 

Peace and out

The happy Broncos fan 

WC 

Thanks WC. Glad you were there to provide a first hand account. I'm a little surprised you could break away from that big barrel of lube for that long.  How about video next time? We appreciate you sharing this photo of you going "undercover" to provide such in d coverage.

And Donna, we feel your pain.  Let us know how your week of non-tool enhanced stimulation has gone.

Super Slip Sliding Away

Mistress and Slave had a rather laid back Super Sunday.  Of course, there was your traditional wake - up sex, some afternoon worship and a nice nap before we headed across the Mason Dixon line to the home of acquaintances that Mistress has met through her work. 

This was one of those ex-urban communities that is pretty unfamiliar to Mistress and slave: A huge, treeless subdivision of McMansions on proportionately too small lots. Yeah, I know I am sounding like some urbanista snob.  But it's true that we have been sheltered from this sort of lifestyle. 

Once inside we found the typical selection of Super Bowl foods - cheese, chili, fritos. Mistress found some tasty bourbon, and slave nursed some red wine. The crowd was a little different from who we might typically hang with on the annual ritual of commercial and cultural excess that is uniquely American.  

Slave is old enough to remember the first super bowl. We've come a long way from Len Dawson, the Kansas City QB, smoking a cigarette and drinking a Fresca at half time, while Al Hirt tooted some New Orleans tune at the 50 yd. line.

Slave found himself out on the back deck, with a view of a meandering stream and a sanitary sewer pumping station. I took  tips from a neighbor of our hosts on the best guns to use to snuff out my prairie dog problem at our SW hideaway. He described some special plastic tipped pellets on the market now that expand on impact and leave a fist size exit wound.

"Make yourself a blind.  Then you can just lay back there and pop off those varmints one right after another...."

"you mean sitting in my lounge chair won't cut it?"

I don;t think he got the joke, and  actually made me feel sorry for my sordid little varmints.

In any event, the game did not go quite the way I expected.

Sorry, Donna.  I hoped you put your vibrators to good use before the score was final.  Because you had a heads up by half-time, when it became apparent that Clark Kent, rather than Superman showed up. Maybe the Panthers forgot to have a phone booth handy on the sidelines?

And Mike, our erstwhile Western Correspondent, congratulations on your team's upset victory. That defense sure is fearsome. While PFM got his 200th victory, he didn't have to contribute much to pull off the victory, did he? When the Donkeys handed off the ball at 3rd and 9 with only a 6 point lead and 6 or so minutes to go in the game, you could tell they had little faith in the Ol' Sheriff's arm and a lot more confidence in their defense. And their punter.

As I understand the terms of your bet with Donna, she must now forego use of her vibrator collection for the rest of the week. And you now have license to dip back into your vat of lube for the week to come. I am sure you will put it all to good use. 

Donna, I feel your pain!  And we look forward to a report on how you cope with this sad privation over the next few days.  Somehow I think you will be the Mother of Invention.

An Update from Our Long Lost Western Correspondent

After a little taunting over the soccer mom physique of the aging but  wily QB of the Denver Broncos, I was surprised to discover a dispatch shoved beneath our electronic transom yesterday afternoon by our long lost and given up for dead Western Correspondent.

Where have you been all these years, Mike?

It's been a long time since UCTMW had to cobble together a W-2 form for you. Or have to explain to the IRS why we were trying to deduct  barrels of high end lubricant costing $1800 a pop as a "business expense".

Molly, our publisher, also understands the challenges you've had to overcome. The repetitive motion "injury" that arose from all those hours of "chicken choking" certainly made typing impossible for so many months.  We felt your pain! It's good to see you've finally learned how to peck out a story using your left pinky.

We're  proud of your ability to overcome! Although, as shown below, you still need to replace the punctuation bar on that dilapidated keyboard of yours!

So my beloved Broncos have made a record setting 8 Super Bowls

And

Lost 5......

Still I think we have been a very lucky franchise 

We were very lucky to get John Elway

And 

PFM

And TD

And 

Shannon, Meck, Atwater, Smith, Randy

And all of the other greats over the years

So Denver fans are nervous

Our Defense is great

So far.......

We will see

The Sheriff is old and broken down

And Cam seems unstoppable  

He seems like a total freak

What a great player

So for other news from the Mile Hi City

We are still very happy about our pot laws

Wake up America

Our economy is doing great

Tax collection is up 

Although  in cash.......... 

Property values are up

You can’t smoke in public 

So only the tourists do

But you smell a lot less pot than you did before legalization 

I love taking my out of state friends to the pot shop for the first time

It blows them away

The many products surprises them

Most Coloradans' don't smoke 

Edibles are the way to go 

I know that Mick and Molly have been to a rural shop in our great state

But cum to Denver sometime U2 nuts!

Sorry about your team Diane and teri

But I love your blogs!!!

Tip of my hat to the late great Suzanne

Ane Donna 

I will give you a call 

Hope you are doing great

Don't stop blogging Mick and Molly we all love you!!!!!!!!

The rooting for the Donks

Oops…..I realized that I didn't include any sex in my post

My BAD!!!

B and I met this couple a wile a go at the Scarlett Ranch

A swingers club here in Denver that I have written about here  before

They have a Tumblr account called Cuckold Pleasure

Check it out they host Cuckold parties 4 time per year

Rock on Mick and Molly!!!!!!

WC