Mistress and Slave Diverted

It seems that whenever Slave foolishly books our flights through Colorado there is a foul up.

I deserve to be punished, don't I.

On the way out there was a 6 hour delay due to a snow storm in Donkey land.

Then today, we were doing fine, heading to Colorado Springs. We even saw some beautiful wild horses, grazing at the side of the road. Maybe that was an omen that we should slow down and admire the beautiful views, the way those horses  were.

But as we approached Colorado Springs, the little automated voice for United kept calling that our flight from COS was delayed. By the time I turned on the rental car, it was so delayed that there was no way we were making our connection in Houston to River City.

Not to be deterred, I talked the United rep to book us on a direct flight out of Denver later this evening. But how to make that 92 mile trip to DIA?

I remembered that UCTMW Enterprises has a leased Hummer used by our western correspondent to suss out fast breaking stories of prurient interest to our world wide readership.

Mistress was immediately onto it via text with the WC/

Could he bring the UCTMW Hummer down I-25 to rescue us?  There was plenty of time.

But the news was not good.

As the WC tells the story, the UCTMW Hummer is in the shop being "detailed". Apparently a drum of his high end lubricant burst in the back seat during the recent cold snap.

"He says it's quite a mess, Slave."

No doubt. But that got me wondering ..... Why is UCTMW also paying for that heated garage for the Hummer if the sucker's parked out in sub-zero weather with a drum of overpriced lubricant? Late night at the ranch?

So we were forced to rent a car, and make our own way up I-25. Now we're waiting for another delayed flight, but at least no connection to make. If only all the shops weren't filled with all that PFM stuff!

Shipping Snafu

We've been so busy with the nuptials here this last week that your Managing Editor let the UCTMW company credit card go unpaid which has created somewhat of a crisis. It seems our Western Correspondent, Miguel had ordered a replacement vat of his favorite lubricant and, as typical, put it on the company plastic.

But when it came time for shipment, Mon Dieu! The company that Miguel was relying on ran the card and.... well ... No cash, no slippery good times for the Western Correspondent. Maybe that explains why the WC has been a little miserly with his words this last week or so.

But hang in there, dude. Relief is on the way. A barrel of your favorite friction reliever is now in transit. No doubt you've got a little pent up demand. Direct the discharge properly and  you can help those firefighters quench those western forest fires!

Yo Ho Ho and a Barrel of Lube

My exploitative experiment in headline composition proved that my cynicism was correct: by titling a post "Scarlett Johansson in Bondage", I drew more than twice as many clicks to that page yesterday as the prior two postings, with bland titles like "Junket" and "Off to DC", had drawn.

 Lesson learned my friends.

The blogosphere is no more sophisticated than the readers of the New York Daily News, as in "Carter to NYC: Drop Dead!"  Sex still sells, and a sexy headline is required even to "sell" a sex blog.

But that still doesn't explain why the post a few weeks back titled "Side Dish" drew nearly three times as many clicks as the posts that bracketed it. Did it somehow get listed on Google with "what to make for  dinner" recipes?

But at least I did have some pictures of Scarlett Johannson in bondage, didn't I? And to further satisfy your prurient interests, here is a video clip showing the scene that I mentioned.  Although if I had been the editor I would have let the camera linger a tad longer on the details of her bondage, or maybe let the villain use an Hitachi to extract information from her rather than the crude threat of letting her fall down that elevator shaft.  I'm dedicating this clip to the other Jay, who is still on his own, with Suzanne and Tammy off on a short vacation. Have fun, big guy, even though National Masturbation month is now over!

Believe me movie buffs, the Avengers does not get any better after this scene, which comes before the title credits begin to roll.

When speaking of masturbation, it's hard not to mention the WC. He's remembered here for a taste for high end lubricant bought by the bucket load. His attempts to load those charges onto his UCTMW expense account have been mentioned here before, But he came to mind when I read this article (likes) in the NY Times yesterday about a guy who "liked" and commented on a facebook ad from Amazon offering a barrel of personal lubricant. His visage then ended up bouncing around facebook in an online ad for said lubricant.  Not the sort of personal endorsement you want all of your facebook friends to see and then pass on to their friends. 

Even sadder, when I searched for  "barrel of lube"  in google images this morning, this poor sap's photo from the Times article also popped up.  Not exactly a  product you want to be forever synonomous with on the internet. So be careful what you "like" out there!

OK.... enough popular culture.  I suppose I owe you some sex on a Saturday morning.

Rest assured that Mistress and Molly had a nice reunion Friday evening here at the UCTMW World HQ after her sleepover at J's loveshack on Thursday night.  WE got back together at around 6 pm, me from the office and she from an office "retreat" up the highway. She beat me home, and when I arrived she was in our bed, already changed into a short black silk nightie, getting herself a little rest.

The weather had gotten cold and damp here, and though we had planned a post-work bike ride it just seemed silly not to crawl into bed with Mistress.  She read the blog as I worshipped those lovely clean shaven folds, wondering if I could the lingering effects of her night with J.  And later, after she had given me permission to fuck her, she recounted some of their exploits from the night before.

"He likes to taste my parts almost as much as you do Slave...."

"I'm sure he's becoming addicted to you, just like I am...."

"I think he may be Slave....."

I was taking it slow and easy, no rush, since we had an evening in front of us with no plans other than a salad and some bad TV.

"And I think you're getting addicted to his cock, Mistress .... you like having two don't you?

"It's not bad, Slave....."

Well, I suspect you know how this goes..... the smutty dialog about her overnight with J drove us into a bit of a frenzy, and soon Slave was begging for permission to cum.  Thankfully, Mistress indulged me.

Just another Friday night in River City.