No So Lonely At the Top

Mistress and slave have had the company of our youngest daughter for the last week. She is on break from her studies in Europe and decided to join her parents for an extended visit.

With a lot of new snow on our mountain, we've enjoyed several hours on the slopes each day, and some evenings at home or out on the town with her.  And while she often gets a little testy and judgmental with her boring American parents, we have somehow survived this relatively long period of her invasion of our previously private domain.

Only a week to go! Let's hope we can make it without me reminding her that she is the child of the bourgeois ugly Americans she shows such contempt for these days.

Fortunately, we have somewhat more privacy here in our SW hideaway than back at the UCTMW World HQ in River City.  There her accommodations are right next to ours, requiring us to "stifle"  our sexual stylings, or wait until she is out of the house.

Here there are several rooms betwixt her room and ours. So we can enjoy some degree of privacy in the mornings or during our leisurely "nap time" between skiing and dinner. That has given Mistress ample privacy for some wake-up sex cock riding.  Though, fortunately, we left the cage at home, and the cock she has ridden is my own.  I am a pampered house slave, aren't I?

Of course, with our daughter in the house, Mistress has had to put any cuckolding on hold. She will have to hold  any side dish activities until we drop our daughter off at the airport next Friday and head back to the heartland.  But in the meantime, we will muddle along.

Who knows, maybe Mistress will even break out the strap on over the weekend,  if I am well behaved.

Cock Ride Palooza

Mistress and slave have been enjoying our time away - extending now beyond our typical two week stay and heading onto a month. It's beginning to feel more like home here than back in River City. As it should, since at some point down the road we hope to cut all our Heartland ties and become full time residents here in the high desert.

In terms of sexual fun, Mistress has gotten a tad more feisty this week during our morning sex.  Maybe it's the lack of a "deadline" to be up and out of the bed -- after all the ski valley is not going to go away if we show up 30 minutes later, is it?

The result has been a more active role for Mistress, as she "saddles up" on her slave's eager cock following that initial starter cum delivered by my avid and well trained tongue.

Yesterday morning was an example. After a quick inspection and the application of her full and tender lips to assure that her work-a-day cock  was fully prepared, She rolled onto me, her long hair draped over her face. I just laid there as her fingers grabbed hold and guided my eager organ into the close and cozy confines of those clean shaven folds.

She eagerly took charge then, sliding up, then down, impaled on my humble tool, a woman possessed. Or should it be possessing?

Then, with a sudden shock, and to my awe, she came with startling force and fury.

"Wow, Mistress that may have been a record."

"I guess I was horny this morning, slave....."

Apparently.  Was it because she was anticipating her apres ski "date" that evening with the long time object of her fantasies - the mysterious " mountain man" from the local ski patrol?

More on that tomorrow.

Missed Opportunity

We've had a festive few days here in River City. No snow, but a night at a local jazz club with a holiday show was enough to stoke the Christmas mood. Without kids at home, we are too lazy to do the whole decorated tree thing....but a few lights on a large house plant and "fest".

We even snuck in a "double header" yesterday, with our afternoon foray featuring some robust and satisfying cock riding by Mistress.

The timing was just right.....it had been cold here the last few days. And the UCTMW World HQ is a tad drafty when temperatures get below 25 F.

"No cock riding if I have to shed the covers, slave...."

But after a busy day - me with the cute grand kids and Mistress with the dowager domme - the weather suddenly warmed up, giving Mistress a window of opportunity to take a ride on her slave's work-a-day cock. You have to take your opportunities when you get them!

Speaking of which, on Friday night there was one missed opportunity.

We met one of Mistress's old high school friends at a downtown cocktail lounge for a few beverages and some chit chat. Mistress was all decked out in her tights, which gave slave a good show as she say across from me on a cozy couch.  I even was asked to take a photo of the two of them, giving me cover for one of those "tights shots" I enjoy.

When our evening came to an end at around 10 pm, we headed a few blocks back to my office tower, where our car was parked.  We had talked about heading up to my office for one more "quickie with a view" from the 28th floor. But, alas, that's when the freezing rain started to fall.

"Maybe we better get home before the streets get scary, Mistress...."

What a shame though.  There are a few fantasies we have yet to fulfill from my perch and only a few more days left before I bail out for good.

Day of Denial

Mistress must have been listening to all of you whiners about her slave not spending enough time in his cage. Monday - a day when I could not ride my bike to work - she insisted that I had gotten off the hook a little too often.

"No excuses today, slave...."

"Yes, Mistress."

The worst part was that she had one of those very early morning meetings, which meant slave went into lock down under less than optimal circumstances - there had been no discharge of those manly bodily fluids since Sunday morning.

I had to self lock on Monday morning, since Mistress was already gone to her meeting. my balls were particularly un-cooperative as I attempted to wiggle and smush them through the hard steel ring. Maybe I should have opted for the plastic CB brand lock, which has its own shortcomings - those moving parts that tend to pinch flesh and snag pubic hair at inopportune times. I always wonder if folks ask themselves "what's Mick squirming and fidgeting about" when that happens.

In any event, it wasn't like I was on the "honor system". Mistress was stopping by at the end of the day to join me at an early evening political event. That meant She could verify that her slave was securely locked down, which she did when she arrived at my office at around 5:30 pm.

Of course with Mistress in my office, it would have been negligent not to offer her the chance for some sexual relief - it had been since Sunday evening that I had the chance to pleasure her at home.  She seemed content after I finished my job, kneeling before her as she stroked my head in satisfaction. But the fresh taste of her sweet juices on my tongue, lips and face made slave a little uncomfortable, as my restrained cock jerked and shuddered in frustration against that hard steel confinement. Mistress may have noticed my discomfort.

"Awww.... poor slave... all locked away....."

We walked over to a local bar for the political reception, and spent an hour hob knobbing with old friends and hangers on.  I doubt any of them suspected that the gentlemen in the blue suit with the hottest babe there was in a steel cock cage.

At one point I was talking to one group and Mistress was in another,next to the bar. I noticed a tall, slender African American man, probably in his 40's,  approach Mistress and give her a hug, whisper in her ear, and then move to the other side of the room.

Hmmm.... no one I recognized. On our way back to our cars I asked Mistress who the guy was who gave her that hug.

"I have no idea slave.....he just walked up, gave me a hug and  and said "you sure look sexy...."

She didn't seem to mind at all.

We stopped at a local BBQ joint for an al fresco dinner before sunset, extending my time on lock down.  At home around 8:30 pm, Mistress finally allowed me to pop off that steel contraption and let the family jewels loose.

Ahhhhh.

Sadly, we were both a little too tired for a sexual nightcap. It wasn't until Tuesday morning that slave finally got to break that long tortuous  48 hours of denial.  And we did it in good style, with some exuberant cock riding by Mistress as a prelude for slave's own release.

Sometimes the wait is worth it.

Ride, Mistress, Ride.

Mistress was in a feisty mood yesterday morning.

I had risen early, catching up in the news, writing yesterday's blog, and brewing some coffee. When called back to bed, I made sure to utilize my tongue and lips to provide her with a little starter cum, than apparently only whetted her appetite for more.  While her work-a-day cock was already primed and ready for action, she insisted on having a little appetizer before the main course.

"I want to suck my cock now, slave."

Who was I to object?

After teasing her little plaything to the very edge of an existential crisis that would have spoiled any further fun for her, she climbed on board for some enthusiastic cock riding.  And while the UCTMW staff videographer had the day off in honor of  Good Friday, this helpful pirated video gives you a sense of what transpired next:

Rest assured that Mistress took all the pleasure that some wake up cock riding could provide, and then generously permitted her passive slave to have his fun too.

Then it was time to stagger from the bed to handle some work chores and phone calls with clients back in the "real" world.  Bummer.

At some point, with the sun in full but the temperature still in the 40's here at 7000 ft., I sought out Mistress, only to discover that he had already settled down for some pre-skiing sun worship out on our patio. As you may be able to detect, Mistress already has added some bronze to her skin tone. As she emerged from the shower yesterday evening, her tan lines are already emerging after a winter of gloom in the heartland.

Nothing like a head start on summer while enjoying the final snows of winter.

Empty Nest Interruptus

Mistress and Slave were at our pool - catching some rays on one of the final weekends of our summer - when Mistress got a text from our young grad.

"Good news  slave - she's going up to campus to visit the boyfriend. won't be back until tomorrow!"

The boyfriend has a final semester to finish before graduation. He went back to their leafy idyllic campus this week.  The cute grad has been lurking around the house in a sulk since he left. So, finally, it seems he'd ask her to come up for a "visit".

Both of our eyes lit up. And while we suppressed the fist bumps because a friend was sitting nearby, I'm sure we were both of the same mind --- an opportunity for a little loud and proud sex in our re-emtped nest!

Soone we were making our excuses to go home. We showered together and were soon in the bed in the UCTMW Executive Suite.  Mistress caught up on some reading, enjoying the adventures of both the Married Sissy and the Cuckolder, as I lavished her with attention via my eager lips and tongues.
 (Marc- as predicted, she did express a little shock when you mentioned the sandals. Mistress has a thing about ugly male toes, but then maybe you get pedicures?)

Once Mistress had her starter cum - a little amuse boche so to speak - we moved onto the starter: Mistress rode slave's cock to a couple of more cums, with her moans of delight fully expressed and our doors wide open.

Hopefully that cats were not shocked.

Once Mistress exhausted herself in the superior position, it was time for slave's own "main course".
I switched positions with her into the well worn but reliable "missionary" position, and was enjoying my "free range slave" privileges of building to a crescendo that inevitably lead to my own orgasmic release.

That is unless Mistress's I-phone began chiming.

Which of course it did, just at the very worst moment.

Distracted, Mistress looked over to the screen on her phone, sitting on a little bedside table.

"It's [our daughter], slave.... I'd better get it."

Slave pulled his mental emergency brake, just as his train was about to go over the cliff. Fortunately, it was still in working order.

My momentum fully arrested, I rested on my elbows above Mistress as she chatted briefly with our daughter....

"Yes, honey.... I understand..... see you in a while....."

By the time she hung up I figured the news was not good. And of course, Mistress's work-a-day cock was in "parade rest" mode.

"The boyfriend's not feeling well, slave.... so they're coming back here rather than stay for the party his roommates are throwing."

I guess I should have been annoyed that the boyfriend only called her to come up because he was in need of a nursemaid.  But what really annoyed both of us was that our "empty nest" weekend had suddenly gone kaput.   Dang. That put the kabosh on those "switch day" plans that had been bubbling in my head.

But at least we had at least 45 more minutes to finish what we had started. Once Mistress applied those sensuous lips to their restorative task, it didn't take nearly that long to finish what we had started!

Meanwhile, Back In River City

Sadly, the sun set on our 2015 ski season Tuesday.

It was one of those seasons where we somehow caught the good weather karma, avoiding the bitter cold that sometimes descends for a week or two on our favorite ski hill.  Instead we got plenty of sun, and a tad of slush in this last week of our season.

After we took our daily quota of runs, we headed back to our hideaway, giving Mistress a final afternoon of intense high desert sunshine before our return to the soggy heartland.

Fortunately, there was plenty of time left after Mistress's sun session for a nap, and then the last of our holiday "two-a-days". After I had a chance to worship Mistress's clean shaven folds, she exercised her right to have a little more fun.

"I'm going to ride my cock now, Slave...."

And ride she did, to at least one more cum before her loyal Slave took his own pleasure.

That evening we drove back up the mountain for a lively music session, where locals and out-of-towners mingled in an ageless old rathskellar, dancing their Tuesday night away. It was a great way for us to cling to the fading ski season for one last night.

On the plane ride home yesterday, we resignedly made plans for a few months of heartland dreary. At least the temperatures have finally warmed, the gray remnants of all that snow finally seem to have melted, and there were some flowers poking up through our brown yard when we pulled into the drive.

And Mistress at least has the arms of her lover Jay to console her.

"Jay seems happy I'm headed home Slave....when I texted that I was heading East he asked 'when are you going to come see me?'"

So at least there are some benefits in re-establishing our hometown routines.

Mellow Mistress and a Report from our WC

Our SW hideaway is not too far from the Colorado border. So you can understand why there is a certain degree of commercial interaction with the state that our Western Correspondent calls home.  He has reported here on the new products introduced since his state legalized the sale of marijuana for recreational purposes. Rest assured that folks in these parts have been known to drive north just to sample these new wares and bring some home to share with their friends.

At a Sunday evening birthday party for a friend out here turning 60,  Mistress "experimented" with one of those new fangled marijuana "edibles", a lemon drop you put beneath your tongue and suck until it dissolves. She was still feeling the effects most of yesterday.

"I think I'm still high, Slave" she mumbled on our way to a long bike trek Monday morning.  Then she lay back  in her seat for the 30 minute drive, enjoying the view and not saying much else.

But at least Slave can report that the sweet, spiked concoction did not do much to squelch her sexual appetite. She seemed particularly receptive to our wake-up sex yesterday morning, despite her "dazed and confused" demeanor.

And yesterday, once she had purged most of the mellowing agents from her lush body after a bracing 16 mile bike ride, and absorbed some of the sun's recharging rays out on our patio, she was up for some rather vigorous cock riding. 

So I would say that while the edible induced high was certainly longer lasting that a more traditional "delivery system",  it left no permanent impairment.

Speaking of Colorado, another thing they have going on is a large scale swinger's club that our Western Correspondent has frequented from time to time, only out of journalistic diligence, of course.   Here is his latest report: 

Here is my swingers club take

That place is huge in the swingers community nationwide 

But as it is the only swingers club I have been too except Hedonism II

I just take their word for it

But it is a very classy property

That place gets about a 1000 peeps a night on weekends

Maybe one of the biggest  gates in the city on weekends

At a $100 buck a couple or single they are taking maybe 50k per night

Nice place

Most peeps are there to just check out the scene

B and I have met the owner a couple of times at the bar and talked with him

Nice guy

Lots of lookers and lots of peeps looking to show off

Lots of lesbian action

Lots of gals up on all fours

Getting fucked

Lots of gals on leashes naked

Lots of guys and gals watching

Lot of guys eating pussy

And a lot of guy's watching!!!!!!

So my take is

What sort of swinger just watches as Mick asked

Most of them!!!!!!

But we have been there in Sunday during the day a couple of times

Both times there was this one lady their naked

While her husband sat observing

I went into the foam with her and she was very friendly

As she was with other men all afternoon

Oh well post this if you want

But use the giving me shit line too!!!!!!

WC

Somehow I can't imagine the WC just watching, even when he is there to cover a "story". 

Thanks-Ticipation

First… let’s talk a bit about our day yesterday….

We don’t mean to bore you, dear readers. But it was a yet another busy workday in which Molly and Mick found time to indulge, as we are want to do.

Morning sex… a little earlier than normal, because Surly teen #1 got back from her class trip to our nation’s capitol at about 5:30 am. She immediately went to bed, but we were up ….so … Well …. you know.

Then there was time for a hearty bike ride on what may have been the last balmy morning in River City for the foreseeable future.

We had lunch with a friend who was one of the clobbered Democratic candidates for public office back in our sad, formerly blue, now red as Mistress’s nail polish state.

Our candidate was filled with denial about his ignominious defeat. After listening to him blame everyone but himself, we had to perk ourselves up with some worship back in my office.

For the occasion, Mistress had worn her peek-aboo black tights, under some up to the knee black boots.

“When I was walking over to meet you for lunch, I could feel myself poking out a bit, Slave….”

“That must be… interesting … Mistress. “

I wonder if guys on the street have the same nose for her arousal as I do. If so, “I pity the fools”, to paraphrase a famous ‘70’s era philosopher.

Mistress could simply sit in her throne and spread her legs for me.. No cumbersome unpeeling required. And, sure enough, there were those pink, puffy lips all engorged and ready for attention.

But first, a photo. I knelt from about 5 feet away, and snapped. Then texted it off to our Western Correspondent, with the caption “Office Visit”.

Then I did what a good Slave does, before sending Mistress back to her office with a chaste kiss out in our lobby. I speculated about what my office mates think about all these brief visits from my darling wife. Maybe that we are planning a kitchen remodel and picking out fixtures on the internet?


Later I was in a conference with a client when my text message chime went off. I assumed it was Mistress, and hated to delay a response, but I had to ignore it until my meeting was complete. But when I flipped my phone open, I realized it was from M.

“ Ha Ha. U too lunatics have more sex than any married couple in America.”

I had to respond:

“It depends on how you define sex.”

After all, M has been telling Mistress about his 3 (or more) a day regime, though sometimes those are solo acts. At my age, it’s more typically 2 a day, but then I am not allowed any unauthorized touching. Soon I got my response:

“Don’t go all Bill Clinton on me, Mick”.

Don’t worry, M. I’m not much on cigars in mixed company.

It turns out, Mistress and M had their own dialog about her little office call yesterday. I heard about it on our drive home.

“I told him I was a good wife and came over to let you worship me, Slave.”

“And what did he say, Mistress?”

“He laughed at me…. Said ‘let me get this straight…. You get your clit sucked and that’s his reward?”

“I guess he’s not one for deferred gratification, Mistress.”

At home we realized that the teens had already begun their Thanksgiving break…. Surly #1 was already on sabbatical for the night with her boyfriend, and #2 was squirreled away in her bedroom, acting grumpy and saying she had no plans to eat with her boring parents.

Go ahead twist our arms, sweety.

So we headed off to our chambers for some pre-dinner amusement. Mistress allowed me to worship her through those sexy tights yet again. Then peeled them off before mounting me.

“I do like to ride my cock, Slave.”

“And it enjoys being ridden, Mistress.”

We settled into an evening then of a picnic in front of the TV (catching up on Dexter) and an early bedtime, reading, cuddled against one another.

“We are in a very good place these days, Slave…. A lot better than Thanksgiving 2008.”

It’s very true. That was a bad time for us…. Still living in two cities, groping our way through Slave’s ugly misbehavior. We’ve traveled far and found ourselves much closer, much more open and honest with one another.

It’s been very nice to rediscover what brought us together more than 20 years ago.

So that’s what Slave has to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

That may just get us through the next 36 hours, as we play host to a mismatched group of expanded family members for Thanksgiving.

As we took inventory of our 20 something guest list, we realized that we were burdened with the demanding, grumpy, arrogant, mean and self-absorbed members of the family, without the leavening of the cute, gregarious or generous ones.

Sure, the surly teens will be here, but you can bet they will find a way to conceal their presence from the masses until the turkey is carved.

And my older daughters and the cute grandsons are obliged to be elsewhere, at her Mom’s house, as the rotation protocol demands.


So who’s left?

There will be my sister-in-law, who is such a pure feminist that it is beneath her to help clear the table once all the meals are consumed. Sadly, the guy who made these occasions in the past, my gregarious “straw that stirs the drink” brother, died 4 years ago in this season. His absence continues to cast a pall over these types of obligatory family set-pieces.


There will be my stooped Mother, who will be complaining about the weather and her condo fees, and will take offense between cigarette breaks when folks pass up her store bought pies for the homemade ones that Molly’s Mom will bring.

There will be Molly’s Sister and her supercilious Husband, who is already complaining about when we plan to serve dinner (too early) and that we won’t allow her to bring her “cute” little dog. (Lest all the other dog owners insist on bringing there own). I’ve prclained it a “dog free zone” to much grumbling.

There will be my reclusive sister, and her strange, live-in, Civil War re-enactor boyfriend. Unless they cancel at the last minute. There is at least a 50% chance of that.

And then there is Molly’s Step-sister, her know-it-all Physician Husband, and their three “perfect” sons.

So what should we do to get through this gauntlet of downers?

Hitachi breaks for Mistress every 30 minutes?

Should Slave wear his cage?

With or without the butt plug?

Maybe a Conference call with M between the Bird and dessert? (Though I’m sure he has his own family to entertain. Hopefully it’s a more fun group than ours.)

Any of your ideas could be of great assistance.

But what will get us through this min-melodrama will be the anticipation that around 7:30 pm the band of mis-fits will all know it’s time to leave, and after the gargantuan clean-up, we will go to bed early, then get up the next morning for a 5 day retreat to our SW hideaway …. Without the surly teens.

That’s another thing to be thankful for…..

Catching Up....

It was an eventful weekend here in River City, and I know I have been a little lazy in my reporting, so let’s try to catch all of you up on the ups and downs of the past few days. I don’t want to earn the WC’s reputation for sloth. At least not until I qualify for Medicare.

Sadly, that seems just around the corner now.

Friday did not bring an auspicious start to our weekend festivities.

Mistress and my family had gone out of their way to plan my “Mick’s Over the Hill” celebration. But our Friday date night turned into an unexpected trip for her in the dreaded MRI tube.

Molly had been having some strange (for her) headaches the last few days. When they became debilitating Friday morning, I prevailed on her to stay home, then got her to her doctor. He checked her out, wrote some script, but prescribed the whole MRI experience to rule out some potentially ugly things.

So there she was on our normal “picnic and a movie” night, in that dark tube, hearing all those bangs, thumps, and rings for the next 30 minutes or so. Believe me, if you don’t have a headache when they slide you into that contraption, you are sure to emerge with a doozy.

So we headed home, Mistress in pain, both of us worried about what the word would be from her Doc after some Radiologist, probably sipping thick tea in some squalid apartment in Mumbai, read the results over the internet and gave her brain the thumbs-up or down.

What was comforting through this process was that our Western Correspondent was on the edge of his seat too – or at least appeared to be through the anxious texts he was sending us from some Tex-Mex joint in the Mountain Time Zone.

Mistress was bleary eyed and in no shape to respond to them, so she had me type reassuring reply messages to M as we waited at home for the Doctor’s call.

And he seemed almost as relieved as we were when we got the call that Mistress’s brain scan was “normal”. At least as far as the trained eye could detect.

The Doc, of course, was not including Mistress’s pervy wiring in that clean bill of health. But at least we knew that these headaches could be medicated away and did not portend anything scary.

Little emergencies like this do make you consider your priorities in life though. It reminded me how lost I would be without my Molly. How much I treasure her and rely on her to get me through the day.

And what was charming about M’s text messages that evening was the sense of their deepening attachment too.

Very nice.

By Saturday morning, Mistress seemed to be on the mend, and was in the mood to allow me to take her with my hungry cock – gingerly of course – before our morning bike ride.

Later that afternoon, while watching my alma mater put some whoop ass on an overhyped opponent on the gridiron, I got an unexpected surprise: my daughter from our nation’s capitol had sprung herself loose to visit her aging father for his birthday.

Lovely.

But because she was spending the night at our house – just down the hall – her presence put the Kabosh on too exuberant a “Switch Day” on Sunday morning.

I did take the occasion to “force” an orgasm or two from Mistress with her favorite power tool. I made sure she got a good taste of my firm and needy cock with those skilled, full lips.

Then I gave Mistress an order that took her by surprise.

“Ride my cock, Slave”.

She seemed a little stunned. These apparently were words she did not expect to hear. At least not from me.

“You just called me Slave!”

“Well it is Switch day….”

“I suppose you are right, Slave…..OK.”

She slid over me, slowly impaling her self on my firm, work-a-day appendage.

Divine.

And I love it when she picks up the speed, slowly working herself into a frenzy.

My hands were free to roam: pinching at nipples, pulling at her hips to deepen my thrusts into her.

And soon Mistress was moaning as she tipped over the edge, shuddering her release, as her fingers reached back to tickle my balls so cunningly.

I could tell she was tiring now, so pulled her down on top of me, letting her after shocks play out then building her up to another powerful cum.

“Why don’t you role over now Slave and let me finish the job on top.”

She did not protest.

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur. We had a long bike ride, which, fortunately did not re-trigger Mistress’s headaches.

When we got back I offered to worship. Mistress seemed inclined to accept my offer, sliding down those foxy black riding tights to give me access. I took the shot above before diving in to do my “job”.

Funny how switch day ends so quickly around the Collins household, isn’t it?

Later I collected my nearly 4 year old grandson for some hanging out time. He played with our toy collection as his mouldering grampy watched our local NFL pussycats blow another game.

Mistress snoozed on the couch.

At some point she woke and rolled onto the floor with us.

“My Slave’s not giving me enough attention this afternoon”, she whispered into my ear.

We kissed as the cute grandson focused on arranging stuffed animals and tiny furniture, while grazing on a bowl of fruit loops.

It was then that I realized that multitasking on my part was quite doable.

Mistress and I were lying there on the floor. I could shield her body with mine. Cute Grandson was oblivious as I slid my fingers into Mistress jeans, and proceeded to fondle and probe her as I have been trained to do.

Mistress’s eyes were scrunched closed. Her MRI certifiably “normal” brain was focused on something other than the large guys banging into one another on the TC screen.

Soon she was shuddering, gasping quietly.

“Ummmm…. That’s much better Slave.”

Words that are music to a devoted Slave’s ears.