Neoprene Fetish?

Mistress and slave are back at our SW hideaway, having returned from our "vacation from our vacation." But it's still not too late to post this fetching photo of Mistress and her "swimming sisters" ready for their plunge into the bay. Is Neoprene a fetish like that thinner black shiny stuff? If so, we've got you covered at UCTMW.  (Sadly, there were no octopus sightings in the Bay for any of you tentacle fetishists).

Of course, many of you have followed this blog to prime the pump of your femdom and cuckold fetishes. And while Mistress is between extracurricular lovers these days, there is a prospect out there -- her old college boyfriend Jeff.  And it seems they have been doing some pump priming of their own by text and facebook messenger these last few days.

Last night, after we returned from a pizza dinner and some Monday night music at a local bar, Mistress had something new to share.

"He sent me a video of him jerking off, slave....."

"Hmmm...... that's a little presumptuous.  What do  you think about that?"

"I think it's kind of hot, slave..... do you want to see?"

"Well, I guess so....."

She held up her I-phone, where the image of a hand gripping an 'angry' cock appeared, with that little video arrow pointing to the right."

"Do you want to watch the video, slave?"

"Hmmm..... no, don't think that's necessary, Mistress."

Why was I reluctant to get the full cock video experience?  I guess I am not as interested in cocks as Mistress, which I suppose is reassuring. But I did have a question.

"Can you tell how big it is Mistress?"

"Not really, slave...."

It was a little hard to tell. It might depend on whether he has big or little hands. Since that was the only thing about the video providing a perspective.

But there was more.

"He says he wants me to send him something to inspire him to finish the job, slave.....what should I do?"

We were under the covers by now.  Mistress had on a skimpy nightie with her left nipple poking out.

"What if I take a picture of your nipple, Mistress.  Would that help?"

"We can try".

She sent the photo off to her new / old friend. But that didn't seem to do the trick.

A few minutes later she had this comment.

He says he wants more, slave. a photo of my bottoms too.

So I accommodated, like a good little cuck, taking photo of the matching bottoms after peeling back our new teal sheets.

"Now he wants me to roll my undies down a bit slave."

I took this photo, the last of the evening's set.

Hopefully, that helped Jeff "finish off" last night. But by now I could tell Mistress needed some help taking her own edge off.

"Would you like me to worship, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, slave...."

It turns out that it did not take much from my avid lips and tongue to push Mistress over the edge.  I'll give Jeff credit for the "assist".

Would You Trust Mark Zuckerberg with Your Cockshot?

"So the old boyfriend sent me a cock shot, Slave,"

"Hmmmm...... what was that like?"

"Funny, I don't recognize it. I guess I wasn't all that focused when I was only 20...."

Apparently Mistress's small liberal arts college did not offer "Comparative Male Sexual Organs 101".

"Maybe he's had a transplant. Traded up for a larger model?"

"I suppose.  Here, you take a look....."

She tilted the face of her I-phone in my direction, giving me a glance at a relatively slender male body, reclining, his seemingly large cock stretched flat across a seemingly flat belly.  It made me wonder.... was it erect, or not? Mine would be poking upward if erect. Ah well. I guess every one is a little different, isn't it.

"Did he send you that by text, Mistress?"

"No .... facebook messenger....."

"Hmmm..... not sure I would trust facebook with something like that. It's probably already in Steve Bannon's in-box.  Maybe even Putin's."

"I agree, slave..... a little odd."

"So what did you tell him about his picture, Mistress....."

"I said it looked hot slave....."

I suppose one has to say something like that, if only to keep the tease alive. I mean, you can't really say...."I've seen better", or "I don't remember it looking like that back in the day."

Oops...Did I delete that cock-shot?

Last night Slave was invited to dinner at the home of some friends from Houston. It was a familiar crowd - two couples from Texas; another couple from Oklahoma; a local troubadour and his charming wife. Lots of wine and other mentally disarming substances were consumed. And the absence of Mistress Molly was commented on frequently.

Any affair  can be a little dull without her to stir things up. But these folks were trying. Maybe trying to hard.

At some point during dinner - possibly to change the subject from someone going into too vivid details about a recent incident of a peeking Tom in a port-a-pody - I elected to display a photo Mistress had sent with her and the kids from the highest highway pass in the world - 19,000 feet - near the India - Pakistan border.

There was some oohing and ahhing, but then the person holding my I-phone started thumbing through my pictures, commenting and displaying to others some other nice shots Mistress had forwarded to me via Viber. (oops....another product placement).

I thought it was cute.  but then I realized there might be a particular photo there that would be excruciatingly humiliating.... had I bothered to erase that cockshot Mistress had demanded I send her the other day?

I realized that not acting would be crazy, so I stood up, walked around the table and politely said,

"Now B, you may not want to see all those photos....."

I reached down and gently retrieved my phone.

Of course B was no idiot....

"Hmmmm..... there must be something on there Mick doesn't want us to see..... "

"See he's blushing.....I knew it.... did she send you titty shots?   .... I bet that's it."

I simply slid my camera back into my pocket. A "you got me" smirk on my face.

"I'm exercising my Fifth Amendment rights....."

Was I wrong to let the table assume that it was Mistress who's body parts could have been found on my I-phone?

And what would Miss Manners say about a person who - without permission - starts looking for more than the photo you proferred on your I-phone for her to see?

Was handing her the phone an invitation to go exploring in my files?

Please help me sort out this social conundrum.

Cock Shot Proliferation

Mistress and Slave are back in River City. Nothing like some gray sky and snow flurries on opening baseball season day to remind you that you are no longer in the land of Enchantment. In fact, maybe "disenchantment" best summarizes our state of mind after a day back behind our desks.

Nevertheless, we move on, and at least Mistress has some "shopping" to look forward to this week as she evaluates two potential suitors.

By Sunday, she had taken over Slave's correspondence duties with a certain Latin Lover, and by the time we were riding home from the River City aerodrome that evening, he had escalated (or should I say de-escalated) the level of discourse to subjects including favorite positions, threesomes, bondage,oral sex, etc. 

"I'm not sure what we'll have left to talk about at lunch on Thursday,  Slave."

Not surprisingly, he's a hot blooded fellow at 35, who has already pointed out that he would just love it if Mistress could find another woman for a three way.

"He's already got another babe involved and he hasn't even fucked you yet, Mistress?"

When he said he'd happily return the favor and share her with another guy, Mistress had a tart response.

"Don't worry, I know exactly where I can find the other guy."

Glad to know she was thinking of me.

Yesterday, he was already sending Mistress the infamous cock shot, which she told me about via text.

"What is it with guys and self-portraits of their cocks, Mistress?"

You see, Mistress has been undertaking a seemingly endless effort to root out past cock shots from her I-photo collection. The evils of "photo stream" have created a problem some of you may appreciate. Photos seem to migrate endlessly across boundaries between I-phone, laptop and whatever other Apple devices you have. Mistress found that suddenly she had 11, 000 photos on her thin little "Air" lap top, gobbling up available memory. And salted among them were not only the cute nakers photos of her that Slave sometimes takes, but also a collection of angry male appendages that kept cropping up again and again, no matter how many times she deleted them. The thought of one of our sullen co-eds "accidentally" discovering some of these photos on a family computer while downloading bootleg audio files is a source of heart burn for us.

Of course, a few of those cock shots were mine, all caged up, to show I was following the proper protocol when she was out of town,

But the ones that were thick , proud and ready for action belonged to some folks I will not name here to avoid potential embarrassment.

"Just when I though I had gotten rid of those, now.... more cock shots, Slave... Argggh."


She showed me one sample, and I suppose it was impressive, though it was hard to compare to a certtain "special occasion cock". 


"You really need to line them up against a coffee mug, pickle,  or magic marker to get the right perspective, Mistress."


We discussed the strange need of some men to get their goods so conspicuously out on the table, even before the first public meeting.




"I guess some folks take more pride in their peters, than I do, Mistress... to me it's just an accessory, but not the center of my self-worth."

"Who knows, Slave.... maybe he was afraid I would think there wasn't one there unless he showed it to me?"

"One suggestion though Mistress.... until this need of his passes, turn off the fucking photo stream."