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

You Can Leave Your Turquoise On

Our WC and his long suffering wife Lucy (the wife formerly known by a letter of the alphabet not to be mentioned again) are safely back in their home in the Mile High City. Here at the UCTMW HDH, Mistress's overtaxed but resiliently alluring body was due for some rest, which, as the photo shows, was on our afternoon agenda yesterday after our guests departed.

But before we move on, I suspect some of our readers are wondering....  WTF happened that left Mistress ridden hard and put up wet?

Let's pick up where we left off.....

Tuesday started with some enthusiastic wake up sex in Mistress's executive suite, as Mike and Lucy slept in. Fortunately for me, Mike had not imposed another "orgasm embargo". Then there was coffee, breakfast around our picnic table on the patio, and a trip into our quaint little town for some  shopping, a museum, and nachos.  By 2 pm we were back home, sitting on our front porch, enjoying a glass of wine.

That's when things got a little kinky.

Mike not so subtly steered the conversation in the direction of corporal punishment. Which led to....

"I promised Molly a good spanking last night.  Now seems as good a time as any, doesn't it?

None of the rest of us had a good argument against Mike's proposal. He reached for Molly's hand, helped her up from her seat, and pulled her with him through the porch door into our living room.

"You two can watch if you want", he said as the two love birds disappeared into the shadows of our Hideaway. 

Lucy just rolled her eyes at her hubby's hijinks. 

"Gee, thanks, Mike. But I think we will just stay here......"

And although I was certainly curious about how Mike might execute his plan to "punish" Mistress, I figured it would be rude to leave his better half to her own devices.

Soon there were the sounds of  giggling and the slap of something firm on naked flesh. A hand? A  paddle? Distracting, sure.  But slave tried to ignore it, offering Lucy a tour of our next door neighbor's lush flower garden.  It was a pleasant way to give Mike and Molly a bit of privacy as they fulfilled some pent up demand.  Fortunately, Lucy seemed diverted by the neighbor's yard. She has a keen horticultural eye.

Garden tour completed, we returned to  our front porch.  The sounds of silence were now emanated from our living room.  We stuck our heads inside.  No one.  Lucy was curious about the whereabouts of our spouses, and stepped inside, poking her head into our open bedroom door,  She returned to the porch, reporting back.

"They're in your bedroom.... messing around", she reported, without providing any more details. Her  tone was "boys (and girls) will be boys (and girls)", a  bemused resignation to her husband's kinky proclivities in her voice. Hardly shocked, and not really disapproving.

We settled side by side on a cozy wicker love seat, facing the big sky horizon to the West, sun squinting through gathering clouds that suggested an oncoming late afternoon thunderstorm.

So how should a devoted slave entertain a lovely lady while her husband is "fooling around" with my Mistress?

"Mike says you enjoy a good foot rub....."

She eyed me, raised an eyebrow. 

"I do, but he isn't patient enough to do a very good job.  Too easily distracted."

"Well maybe I can take a shot....."

She seemed agreeable, extending a leg onto my lap.

I proceeded to rub and massage her feet, first one, then the other, for about 30 minutes.  Lucy was very directive about what worked and what didn't and what I was missing. Toes. Heels. That little spot at her ankle that provoked some oohs, ahhhs and little squirms of delight. we chatted about work and kids as I applied my fingers to the assigned task. I been worked my way up to her calf. 

It was a productive way to pass the time until Mike and Molly emerged from their "private time".

Well first Mike appeared, looking into the little door to our living room.

"Get out here.....don't be shy......"

Molly soon emerged, very reluctantly, Mike pulling her by the hand.

But for the vivid Turquoise necklace and bracelet, she was completely naked.  

Fortunately, there is a fence that (for the most part) shields our porch from passing traffic. And the neighbors were away. So where's the harm in displaying a naked recently paddled lady in such a way?

Lucy seemed unfazed, retaining that inscrutable poker face.    

"She is lovely.... so cute......", she complemented.

 Mistress stood there on display, giggling, blushing. Mike  retained a firm grip on her elbow to prevent her from bolting to shelter, Lucy launched a frank discussion on the merits and demerits of  "clean shaven folds".   Lucy clearly prefers the more "womanly" carpeted look. (I couldn't tell if she preferred a "shag" or a more tightly woven carpet, but my curiosity certainly was piqued). Lucy expressed well considered views about the male obsession with the "little girl" look, and made some strong points.  I countered about the benefits of clean shaven folds for those of us who spend a lot of time with their head betwixt their lover's thighs.... Clearly both sides of the argument have merit.

As our mini-debate unfolded, Mistress continued to stand there. Blushing. Naked. fidgeting. On display for our continued inspection. And Lucy's feet remained on my lap, my fingers continuing to work her arches.

It was all very sexy, if a little sadistic too. 

After further discussion, it was decided it was time for a little pre-dinner nap and a showers all around. Mistress and slave retired to the Executive Suite, and our guests returned to the guest room.

Mistress then gave me a brief report on how things had gone.

"Well there was the spanking..... he used this leather strap.  It hurt some, but not too much......"

What about sex, Mistress?

"Well he used an aneros, on me slave, like yours.....it was hotter than I thought.... there were some orgasms with that, and more spanking.....

"Did he actually fuck you, Mistress?"

"He did slave.....after all this time....he did....."

Mistress seemed more than well satisfied. But did give me the opportunity for some after-action worship. There were definitely some salty remnants to enjoy as she had her final cum of a long and busy afternoon.

I will end this account now. A report on Wednesday morning's activities will follow tomorrow!

Looking For Love In All the Wrong Places

Mistress and slave have been spending lots of time in bed and on the ski slopes this week.  We even had a couple of “two-a-days”, enabled by a a late afternoon nap that revived both of our energy levels after several hours out in the cold and on our legs. 

Another aid is slave’s faithful “aneros”.

Why not put in your device, slave?”

As phrased, it was a question.  But I considered it an order from a Mistress who doesn’t want to bother with anything other than a firm and steady work-a-day cock if she is going to indulge in some later afternoon nookie.  And she got exactly what she was looking for.  

(BTW, we do not display my aneros on the book shelf as a knick knack....But it sure would be a conversation starter, wouldn't it?)

Sadly, Mistress has been left with only her slave’s attentions these last few weeks. And it seems she may have to “suffer” a little longer, at least until we get back to River City in the next few days.  We clearly struck out with AM here in the high desert, and a study by some grad students at the University of Toledo may explain why.  It seems that male AM users are more likely to me concentrated in affluent areas outside of big cities rather than out here on the edge of the wilderness.  The researchers (who specialize in geography and planning) used data found in the big AM leak of a couple of years ago to probe into the locus of all those male philanderers:

The result was a first-of-its-kind geographical look at internet-facilitated infidelity, and serves as a warning to the wives of affluent Fairfield County, Connecticut, home to tony Greenwich and Stamford.

That area posted the highest rate of male subscribers who paid the website to engage in extramarital affairs.

Researchers found the Fairfield area led the nation with 6.23 Ashley Madison subscriptions per 1,000 people aged 18 to 79, followed by the metropolitan areas of Boulder, Colo., Jacksonville, N.C., and Manchester, N.H.

The metro Toledo area was in the “middle of the pack,” with “nothing unusual going on,” said Mr. Chohaney.

In fact, it turns out that River City has a higher percentage of AM users than “Greater Toledo” (which sounds like an oxymoron, doesn’t it?).

There wasn’t a link to let me drill down into AM users in the SW, but since this is a relatively  less affluent area, it explains the slim pickings for a Mistress with “permission” to acquire a side-dish. The study also explains why she kept getting solicitations from the Boulder / Denver suburbs, even though that area is too many hours away to find a reliable extracurricular lover.

 

Maybe we need to look on that “FarmersOnly.com” site the next time? I love their slogan “City Folk Just Don’t Get It”. 

Mistress might just take a cotton to a guy who knows his way around livestock. 

Hunkered Down in Hurricane Leftovers

Mistress and slave are on the Jersey shore this weekend for a family memorial service. We enjoyed a leisurely drive east in bright sunshine on Thursday and Friday, but the sun has long since abandoned us and we are now wallowing in the remnants of that nasty hurricane that climbed up the coast over the last few days.

Fortunately, we got in some bike riding Friday afternoon and yesterday morning before the rain arrived. And Mistress and slave know how to have a good time when stuck inside for hours at a time in a nice hotel room with a view.

Yesterday there was some wake-up sex before our ride and breakfast at a greasy spoon with an ocean view.  And while we logged in the appropriate amount of time with family later in the morning, we wisely retreated into the dry environs of our hotel for most of the afternoon. After absorbing news about Mr. Trump's latest scandal, and portions of another miserable performance by my alma mater, there was round two.

"Why don't you insert your device, slave (the aneros)...."

I improvised lubricant with some hotel provided moisterizer, and pleased Mistress with my lips and tongue before she rode her slave's cock for another cum or two.

We had to abandon our hotel room at 5 for a large family dinner at a local restaurant, but passed on the "after party". With the rain only intensifying, it seemed that the most prudent option was to return to that warm bed.

New Halftime Ritual?

Slave "suffered" through two dismal football games over the weekend.

First there was the humiliation of my alma mater by the Blue Devils on our home field. Maybe it was fitting payback for our schooling their primo basketball team several times over the last two seasons. In any event, it was painful to watch.

Then I sat in brutal heat through the Pussycats' game yesterday.  Some rookie no-name QB  seemed to be possessed by the spirit of John Elway, and broke the home team's back via two long TD passes. Somewhere our erstwhile Western Correspondent was smiling (while choking his chicken, no doubt!).

But there was a glimmer of sunshine too!

On Saturday, Mistress ordered her slave to come visit her in her "Executive Suite" at halftime. So I passed on those cheesy promos for Sunday night's game that have long since pre-empted the traditional marching band highlights, and reported for duty.

"Gather my tools, slave. And don't forget the riding crop!"

Gulp!

But naturally, I complied with suitable haste.

Mistress slid into her strap-on harness, but had trouble coming up with even the Trumpiest of charges when it came to explaining the 10 or so stripes she decorated my as with during a flurry of stinging pain.

"Let's consider this preemptive discipline, slave...."

Apparently watching me writhe counted as foreplay for her next task.

Once the crop was tossed to the floor, Mistress quickly proceeded to the next phase of her slave's halftime therapy.  Since I was already "in position", all she had to do was apply some lube and she was ready to apply her self to the task at hand.

And she did so con mucho gusto, finding her target and pumping with enthusiasm until she had her own cum with a moan of delight, then collapsing onto her slave's back with the satisfaction of a pegging well done.

Once Mistress withdrew and shed her harness, slave was instructed to insert his "device" (the aneros), and given permission to fuck Mistress in more conventional style. Rest assured that slave was both privileged and happy to comply.

The only down side: Mistress had worked so efficiently to drain her slave of any uppitiness, that I did not miss my alma mater's 2nd half meltdown!  If your team is going to lose, I recommend this therapy as a way to innoculate yourself with the proper "who give's a rat's ass" attitude!

"No Mas"

Mistress and slave took a road trip on Friday (after our wake-up sex, of course), loading our bikes onto the ancient Volvo and driving north about 40 miles to a national park that sits a top the junction (junta) of two deep river gorges. The park is never crowded, and has a 15 mile or so road loop perfect for a long bracing bike ride.

On the ride Mistress mentioned a name from the past. The distant past.

"Remember E, slave...."

"How could I forget."

E was a lover from Mistress's college days who got in touch with her back in 2009. He was married then, but spun a compelling tale of long suppressed lust for Molly. One thing led to another, lots of smutty emails were exchanged, and the whole cuckold fantasy sprung to life. (look back in our earliest entries here and you can get all the nasty details).

But in the end nothing ever came of it. Mistress is not much for all talk, no action, so they lost touch.  But that initial flirtation kindled a curiosity that has led to some of the other adventures Mistress has had that have been documented here.

"He says he's single now and really wants to see me, slave...."

"We've heard that before, Mistress...."

"I know, that's what I told him..... but he claims now he's serious...."

Hmmm..... we'll have to see where this goes. As I recall, E had Mistress very hot and bothered over his talk of spanking her as a prelude to ..... other things.

Meanwhile, back on our bikes....

By the time we handled a long hill climb, and the full loop in a stiff, high altitude breeze, both of us felt we had done our bit for the day (and week). That called for a late afternoon nap. But once we cleared the sleep from our eyes, Mistress was surprised to find that her slave was prepped for a second round of sex for the day.

"I'm a little surprised, slave.....I thought you'd be bushed after all the exercise."

"Even an old fart can get a 2nd wind every now and then, Mistress."

Mistress was disappointed when she discovered that I had failed to bring along her strap-on harness.

"Oops."

But I did have the aneros along, so she instructed me to insert it to assure that her afternoon cock was fully loaded.  And so it was.....

Yesterday was a little more relaxed here. After some lazy time in bed and morning sex, we headed into town for the weekly farmers' market, stocking up on provisions for the rest of the week. Then returned here for some lazing in the sun on our patio.  But the blazing noon time sun was even too much for Mistress. In what may have been a record for her, after only about 40 minutes she retreated under the portal, where her slave was sheltering in place with a good book.

"I've actually had enough sun, slave...."

Now I've seen it all.... lush Mistress bod in the noon day shade.

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.

Quickie

A week ago yesterday, Mistress and slave were languishing on an idyllic northern California beach, where the  the seals and pelicans out-numbered the humans. Yesterday we were back to "normal" here in River City.  But we did make the best of it.

There was some robust if hushed up wake-up sex in the UCTMW executive suite. Yes, the cums were rewarding, but we still had to hush up with our daughter across the hall, still infesting our formerly empty nest.

Unfortunately for Mistress, her lover Jay had a date with his golfing buddies, so she was denied the more alpha sexual styings that he might otherwise have provided at lunch time. So we headed over to our swim club for some sun and relaxation through a good chunk of the afternoon.  Sadly, there was not enough privacy like there was last weekend for some out-doors worship. I was "stuck" admiring the curves of Mistress firm and sensual ass and legs without the ability to crouch between them and apply my well trained tongue to a higher purpose.

We arrived home at around 5:30 pm, with plans to catch a movie at the theatre up the street. And then there was an unexpected revelation: our daughter's car was out of the driveway.

"I think we have time for a quickie, slave....."

Who was I to disagree.

Mistress showered off the chlorine, as slave patiently awaited her in our bed.

She instructed me to insert "my device" (the aneros), assuring that her cock would be primed for action.  And it certainly was, as she rode it to a cum or two before we switched positions and slave did his best to fill in for the fucking that Jay might have provided if he hadn't been chasing that little white ball all afternoon.

And while I may have fallen a little "short", rest assured I gave my best in the cause of pleasing my Mistress.

Slave Plays Pinch Hitter

Mistress and Slave did make it home successfully, trading bright SW sunshine for the damp and gloom of December in River City. I have a theory that our ancestors adapted the quaint habit of stringing brightly colored light bulbs around their homes and shrubs during this month not to celebrate the birth of some child 2014 years ago in what we now call Palestine, but simply to relieve the gloom. What I don't understand is why the bright lights get taken down before March.

Mistress had made plans on Tuesday night to spend the night with her lover J. It had been more than a week since she had a chance to sample his more athletic sexual stylings. Add that to the fact that we were both readjusting to the time shift and had no wake-up sex before work on Tuesday, and I'm sure Mistress was more than ready to exploit J's talents.

But at around 2 pm I got the call from Mistress that her evening's plans had been cancelled.

"His child care arrangements fell through, Slave....."

I could tell she was a bit disappointed.  And I suspect J was even more let down. It might be hard for them to find another window of opportunity before we head to Europe for the holidays.

I responded that I would do my best to fill in for him. (I guess I could have volunteered to take J's son for the night, but I'm not sure that would have gone over too well with the son!).

I had made alternative dinner plans with my cute grandsons. So it wasn't until 7 pm or so that I got home. Mistress was already home, working a little later on some projects.

But rest assured that before the evening was over, Slave did his best to deliver at least a few cums for Mistress -- one while massaging those clean shaven folds while we caught up with one of our favorite cable shows. And at least a couple more in the UCTMW executive suite.

Mistress made it clear that I should insert "your device" - the aneros - which assures a particularly sprightly cock for her "pinch hitter".. And while I'm sure that my more slow and tender sexual approach could not duplicate a wild and crazy night with J, at least she won't be waking up with a sore back!

Mistress Gets Some "Worship" Before Her Early Curtain Call

Mistress and Slave had a restful Sunday here in River City. The one advantage of the local Pussycats melting down under the  Thursday night lights was that there was no football game to distract Slave from attending to Mistress's needs on Sunday.

So there was plenty of lazing around in the executive suite with the Times, a bike ride, some movie watching, and a late afternoon nap followed by some hot sex before dinner time.

"Why not put in your device, Slave...."

I was happy to follow orders, inserting my well lubed aneros, and delivering Mistress the type of rigid and insistent cock that she deserves.

Sadly, it's one of those very early morning meeting days for Mistress.  So there was no time for Mistress to indulge me this morning. But since she slithered into her special peek-a-boo tights, there was both temptation and opportunity for some pre- 9 am worship here. And once Mistress had her "wake-up cum" she even rolled over for a short photo op, for me to share with my fellow tights fethishists.

Hope your Monday starts as well as ours did! But not as early.

Best Election Night Ever

Well, I'm not talking about the results, which from our collective point of view kind of sucked. For those of us with a blue tinge, all I can say from too many years of experience is that these things tend to go in cycles. And the sooner you "bottom out" the sooner things get better. Here's looking to 2016!

No, I'm talking about how Mistress and Slave elected to spend election night.

Typically, we've spent our election nights out at our local Board of Elections, monitoring results and "protecting the vote", so to speak. Then off to some triumphant (or desultory) party or two to share the joy or feel the pain of another candidate or issue and their followers.  Some of our most loyal readers might recall that our very first entry here recounts an election day (and night) five years ago. (Amazing we've been doing this for so long, isn't it?)

This year I did spend my day on election duties, but made sure that my schedule was free starting at 6:30 pm, an hour before the polls closed here in the heartland. I knew which way the wind was blowing, and made sure I was not going to be there for the gloating.

Of course, Mistress took suitable precautions to make sure I kept to my plan, regardless of any unforseen crises or temptations.

"You're wearing your cage slave....."

"Yes, Mistress."

It was locked and "loaded" with slave's work-a-day cock when I left the house at around 6 am. Pre-dawn chastity is not my idea of a good time, but I know who is in charge.

As the day wore on, and slave was squirming in his tight confines, I made sure that my replacement at our local elections board was lined up and ready to relieve me (my duties, not my pent up sexual juices!) in plenty of time to get home before the polls closed.

As a result, I was home in bed with Mistress, by about 7:15 pm. We looked at some early results via computer, then turned to a more hospitable agenda: early evening nookie. Mistress generously sprung me loose, then gave some additional directions.

"Why don't you go insert your device, Slave...."

She was referring to the aneros, which always assures a particularly hard cock for her amusement.

Over the next 30 minutes or so, as the full extent of the electoral carnage became known to those of you watching CNN, we had other things to do: pleasuring Mistress with my tongue and lips, some frantic cock riding,,,,, you know the drill. Good sex is the best anti-depressant!

It was a much better way to wait for the full, ugly  results than hanging out with the usual suspects.

Here's hoping we make it a tradition.

Mistress and Slave Play Hookey

For reasons too complicated to explain, Mistress and Slave ended up at home together at around 3:45 pm yesterday afternoon. Sure, it was only about 2 hours earlier than the typical end of the work day, but it was as if we had discovered one of those mythological cracks in the space time continuum.  Two whole hours in our empty nest..... what ever to do?

"It's like we're having an affair, Slave....."

Sort of. Mistress generously sprung her work-a-day cock from its close confines. Slave showed his generosity with some enthusiastic worship. And before I was allowed to fuck Mistress, she instructed me to insert my "device" (the aneros), a special treat which certainly enhanced the experience of me taking my pleasure as afternoon turned to evening.

When the dust settled, there was a relaxing nap, then plenty of time for Slave to whip up some dinner and us to enjoy some TV. In the spirit of things we watched that new Showtime series, "The Affair" which shows some promise.

Of course, when Mistress "steps out" it's not really an affair in the traditional sense, since she has contractual privileges. In fact, today she's scheduled another "nooner" with her lover Jay. 

I suppose the lesson is that slave better take his opportunities when they are presented. I have a feeling Mistress's clean shaven folds will be a little too tuckered out by the end of the day today for me to expect a replay of our Tuesday afternoon fun.

A Reader's "Helpful" Advice

It was a relatively restful weekend at the UCTMW World HQ. There was time for "two-a-day" sex in Saturday, and Slave regaled Mistress with attention from her favorite power tool on Sunday morning. Mistress definitely gave me a "thumbs up" on that one!

Unfortunately, we were back to the grind on Monday morning. Mistress has this every-other-week 8 am meeting out in the Ex-urbs to start too many of her Mondays, which forecloses our typical "wake-up" sex, sending our respective sexual balance askew.

Fortunately, Slave did not have to wear his cage because I rode my bike to work. And at the end of the day, both of us had the time and energy for some pre-dinner nooky.

"Put in your device, Slave...."  (the aneros).

I was happy to obey, and then buried myself between Mistress muscular thighs, all nice and salty from her own end of the day bike ride. Once I had suitably pleased her, she gave me the green light to take my own pleasure from those lush, clean shaven folds.

But apparently some of our readers think Mistress is a little too indulgent to her Slave. "Anonymous" made a comment to Saturday's blog suggesting that Mistress may want to consider cranking up the level of security for her work-a-day cock with this "helpful" device:

The manufacturer claims that this "shock / vibration collar":

• Provides a professional 100 level shock and 100 level Vibration with Rechargeable LCD digital remote control electric training Collar
• Rechargeable LCD digital remote control electric training collar. Remote control electric shock devices
• Convenience of easy-to-read LCD screen shows the stimulation level. Over 3,000 different identity codes to prevent conflicts with other e-collars.
• The system can be used for 1 or 2 receivers.(the additional receiver must be the same type as your previous one and purchased from us)
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•   What  Slave can't tell is whether this little sucker is scaled to fit aroung the base of a cock, or only around one's neck.  Is there a chihuahua size that could go where a cock cage would normally be parked?  And is the idea one where's it in combination with a cock cage? Or solo?
• It's also interesting that the same control device can be used on 2 separate receivers. I suppose that could be helpful if Mistress decided to add another Slave to her stable.
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• Gee, thanks Anonymous for this helpful suggestion. Maybe Mistress will put this on her Christmas list!

Raucous Weekend at the UCTMW World HQ

Before I get onto the subject of today's blog, it's worth reaching back to Friday's post about recent fashion trends on the grooming and maintenance of the female "thatch". In response to my question about her lover Jay's preference, Mistress made it very clear:

"Oh, Jay definitely likes things clean shaven down there Slave.... I'm sure he'd be against anything that would cover me up...."  Mistress made it clear that Jay likes to spend time grazing the clean shaven folds every bit as much as her Slave does.

Comments from Donna and Sin also suggested their preference for "de-forestation". I'm wondering if that has something to do with "guidance" on the subject they have received from Bill and Bid Bad?

On the other hand, Suzanne, who comes from a more fashionable metropolitan area, seemed to suggest that she goes for the "landing strip" approach. I can imagine her lover Jay needing the help of those fancy flashing red lights to guide him home after a long night at a Patriot's game. But where does the de-icing station come in? Is that Tammy's job?

We were in no need of de-icing here in River City this weekend. First, the seemingly endless cold snap broke and we actually got back into the 50's yesterday. Plus, with the nest finally emptied out for the weekend, we had a lots more time and space to indulge....

There was some "end of the work week" sex Friday evening here, with no plans to go anywhere.

There was pre-gym sex on Saturday morning, followed by a "warning" from Mistress that there would be some raucous afternoon sex when we got back from our respective missions to visit with our mothers.

Sure enough, after a little late afternoon nap, Slave was instructed to retrieve Mistress's harness and related supplies.

"I normally give you a cropping before your ass fucking, Slave.... but you've been pretty well behaved lately...."

Well that was a relief.

Having coached me into the proper position, Mistress proceeded to let loose on my tender bottom, taking me con mucho gusto. Once she had her fill, she shed the harness, and instructed her Slave to insert my aneros, as a little reminder of what had just transpired. I was then allowed to fuck her in the more conventional way.  I did my best to make sure she was "given" as well as I had received a few minutes earlier.

And yes, by the time the dust settled, it was pretty darned raucous.

Today we are avoiding any social interactions other than our own company.... the Super Bowl will be on, for sure, but no gathering of friends for Mistress's chili this year. We've had more than enough of other folks clogging up the nest for the last month or so. Of course, in loyalty to our Western Correspondent, I'll be pulling for the Donkeys. But I don't think PFM will put up 30 against the stout Seahawk defense.... I'm calling it 24-17, Broncos.

Good luck, Miguel!

Summer's End

Summer has always been a more laid back time of year for Mistress and Slave.... but this summer?

Not so much.

Having gotten used to the luxury of the empty nest last school year, this summer seems like things are way too crowded and scheduled.

Too many dirty dishes stuffed into the sink at the end of the day.

Too much laundry for slave to do.

Too much "empty the dorm room and dump it here until fall" detritus about, filling our basement.

Too many people demanding use of our cars.

And of course, too little privacy cramping our peculiar sexual stylings.

Add that to Mistress going through the drama of leaving one job and starting another one, and Slave relocating his Mom and cleaning out her condo, and we're looking forward to fall here.

Thankfully, one daughter heads back to school on Thursday, and we drive another one East very early on Sunday morning.Then things should slow down to a more relaxed pace, including some time away at our Southwestern hideaway.

Of course, it's not like we've been celibate here.  Over the weekend there was time for our wake-up sex, and another session on Sunday afternoon, raising questions among the girls about we we "sleep so much".

"Your parents work hard during the week and need the weekends to rest up."

Mistress was pleased that her Slave remembered to get the 'baby oil gel" (our substitute for the WC's $50 an ounce high end lubricant) to use with some of her favorite toys. Sunday afternoon she commanded me put it to use.

"Go insert your aneros, Slave..... I want a very hard cock this afternoon!"

Who was I to say no. After all, Mistress is always right.

Executive Retreat

With a house full of Co-Eds, Boyfriend, and visitor from across the pond over the last few days, Mistress and Slave spent more than a few hours holed up in her Executive Suite. It gave me a good opportunity to do what I do best - graze amongst those silky clean shaven folds. And Mistress was more than generous when it came to opportunities to fuck her.

Sunday morning, Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool, figuring she deserved a respite from my avid lips and tongue.  It seemed that it took her no more than about 60 seconds to "power on" and over the hill once I applied it as intended.

"It's so efficient, Slave."

So true.

And later in the day, when the neighbor's obsessive power vac-ing drove us from our deck, we retreated again, with Mistress directing me to insert "your device", that little aneros, to provide her with a particularly firm cock for her amusement before we headed off to a graduation party for the daughter of a friend with our children and the one remaining guest in tow.

Last evening after a long work day and a stop at a political event, we got home at around 7 pm, with plans to hunker down and watch "Mad Men". We walked into kitchen bedlam: the Co-Eds had decided to make dinner for themselves at home (good - better than another night at Chipotle). But the bad part was the disaster zone that was disguised as our kitchen.

"Let's just hide upstairs, Slave...."

I grabbed two glasses of wine and followed her upstairs, leaving the chaos behind.

There we were, barricaded in the executive suite one more time..... what to do?

No doubt our daughters think we are incredibly boring

Empty Nest Frolic

Out here at our Mountain Hideaway, Mistress and Slave have been doing some things that would have been "sketchy". according to our daughter who "sadly" is no longer with us.

The door to the "executive suite" no longer has to be closed.

On Sunday, Slave broke out the Hitachi, no having to worry about prying ears hear that buzz or the moans of delight it produced.

Monday afternoon, Mistress required me to insert the aneros and enjoyed riding the extra hard cock it produced, oblivious to the enthusiastic sounds it produced from both of us.

Then there was the naked sunbathing yesterday afternoon. It may only have been in the high 50's but the sun was intense, and Mistress could not resist working on that all over glow she relishes.

But the best example of what you can get away with when there is no judgmental teen tutting away: Mistress in her skimpy nighties scampering across our front "yard" dodging Prairie Dog holes in order to catch one more dramatic sunset shot:

Spring Arrives in River City

Mistress and Slave were slogging through snow on Wednesday. But by Friday it seemed that Spring had arrived in River City.

After our AM wake-up sex I went off to work. The sun was actually out! Mistress was working from home, but the sun was out and I knew she was headed for an early spinning class before some tedious conference calls.

Fortunately, a meeting I had set for late Friday afternoon (who the fuck calls meetings late on a Friday afternoon?) fell through.

"Mistress, what say we go for a bike ride?"

While it may have only been just south of 50, the sun was doing wonders for our attitudes.

Mistress was just wrapping up a call when I slid into our bedroom at around 5. She still had those spinning clothes on, so it was a quick change for me and we were out on our bikes for the first time this year.  It sure felt nice to be exercising outside again after a rather gray winter here in River City.

Back at home it was hard to decide whether to dive into those clean shaven folds before or after we shared a shower. Of course, Slave likes Mistress a little "gamey". On the other hand, Slave was a little ripe too. We opted for the shower.

But afterwards... there was plenty of time for Slave to worship. and then Mistress required me to insert "my device".

"It always make your cock harder, Slave."

And surely that's exactly what Mistress deserved.

FREE TAMMY!

Mistress and Slave are winding down our week at our SW hideaway. Over the last few days the snow gods have smiled on us here, giving us back to back Powder Days with the groomers unable to keep up with the dump.  Both Mistress and I took photos of ourselves knee deep in the light fluffy stuff yesterday.

But you will be relieved to know that we've also been able to keep up the sexual hijinks too.  Of course, Wake-up sex is never a problem. After a good night's sleep we are always "good to go", and the time change always gives us a little head start on the day. Early to bed and Mistress's work-a-day cock is locked, loaded and ready to discharge on command.

Yesterday afternoon, our legs were shot by around 1:30, so we came down the hill a little early. We had friends coming over for dinner, so Slave went into town to buy some provisions while Mistress set the table and tidied up. When I arrived home Mistress was ready for a lay down, with about 3 hours to go before our guests arrived.

She mentioned how sore her legs were, and I noted that she still had her black skiing tights on. Slave took this as a signal that Mistress was too tuckered for some afternoon delight, and I must say I was a little sleepy too. So after a little reading we both dozed off as the sun began its slow descent reflecting off the mountains through our cabin window.

But after about 30 minutes I noted some tell tale motion  next to me. Mistress was snuggling close, and her leg was draping over mine. I quickly got the message.

"Slave, I want you to make love to me now...."

No problem, Mistress, I thought you were tuckered out and  taking a pass."

"let me do the thinking, Slave."

She slithered out of those tights, and instructed her slave to insert "your device", assuring a particularly cock.  And by the time I slid back into bed I was more than anxious to graze her clean shaven folds as a little "starter" course before moving onto the main event.

Mistress indulgence of her pampered house Slave is a contrast to what's going on over in the realm of Suzanne at  All Mine . She and Jay are off somewhere in the West, where she is combining business with mucho pleasure this week. In the meantime, Tammy has been relegated to his cock cage, with no apparent possibility of parole until his Mistress's return.

Now I know some of you fans of forced chastity relish the thought of extended denial. But all I know is the cock cage I wear can get damned uncomfortable after 24 hour. I can't begin to imagine the pinchy pain and discomfort of a week of containment.  Yikes!

It sounds that Tammy's regular babysitter, Sherry, who typically enjoys "keyholder" status (as well as other privilges) will be checking up on Tammy this weekend. Couldn't she be allowed to at least take Tammy's "clitty cock" out for a weekend stroll before Suzanne returns next week?

Now maybe this cry for justice is impertinent coming from a lowly, and oft  pampered house Slave. Last night Mistress threatened me with a spanking in front of our guests when I inconsiderately gave her some instructions as we were putting dinner on the table.  (One of the female guests snickered at the thought, though I suspect she thought Mistress was only joking with me). It may be this blog posting will be interpreted as too "uppity" and make her follow through on her warning. If so, I am prepared to face the medicine for showing solidarity for a fellow sub.

But of you agree with me that its time to give Tammy at least a brief parole this weekend, with supervision by Suzanne's well experienced sister Tammy, please stop by All Mine today and add your voice to mine.

Snow Day

I know, when it snows like hell, and you're in a ski town, the first thing you're supposed to do is grab your skis and head to the mountain, right?  Sort of like Annette and Frankie in those old beach movies when someone yells "surf's up"?

Well I regret to inform you that Mistress and Slave have become fair weather skiers.  When the roads get slippery, and the snow gets a little too thick on the cruising runs, we tend to look for other things to occupy our time. Accuse us of being "fair weather skiers" and we are likely to break down and confess.

That was especially true yesterday, when we woke with some sore legs and backs after four consecutive days on the slopes, about 7 inches of new snow in the yard, and the gregarious Irish DJ on the local radio warning about a bad accident on the road up the canyon that had traffic stopped for the foreseeable future.

Well of course there was some grazing on Mistress's clean shaven folds to conduct, after which she indulged her cock with some compelling mouth to rod resuscitation before allowing me to fuck her.

Slave whipped up some scrambled eggs as we still considered out option of a later than normal trip up to the mountain. But ultimately we acknowledged the obvious -- our motivation to hip the slopes was just not there. So we resigned ourselves to a day of lazy. And though we did do some remote location work for a while, a good bit of the day was spent in front of the fireplace, reading or napping.

At around 1:30 pm we wandered down the street past some of our neighbors frolicking in the new fallen snow:

And we slid into the local ice cream store / breakfast spot / and wifi hot spot for a scoop of some locally made organic ice cream, purportedly free of the bovine growth hormones that the fellow above seems to gorge on. I noticed that the store is now offering a breakfast special named after Mistress:

Thoughts of that "bed of sauteed portabellas, spinach and red onion" had us heading home and back to our own bed. After inquiring whether I had packed my "device" (the aneros), Mistress made it clear she was interested in exploiting the particularly hard and needy cock it can contrive. 

And rest assured, she did.

All in all, I think we put our snow day to good use.