Another Day on Lock Down....

Mistress and slave have it pretty nice out here at our SWH.  Our problems are definitely of the "first world" variety.

1. Paying a little more for groceries because we can patronize a well stocked but tiny little organic market just a short bike ride away. they even have a little hand wash station and free disposable gloves available for those who enter!
2. When we both have Zoom calls at the same time, our internet will slow down and images get herky-jerky.
3. I could use a haircut, but, alas, the barbers have all been shut down.
4. And we can sometimes get annoyed with clients back home make "demands" for our remote attention.  Why does it seem we should simply be treated like we are on vacation when we are still getting paid? 

But then, as someone once said, "necessity is the mother of invention".  Mistress has taken to baking very yummy sugar free cookies.  Who would have thought of Mistress as a baker?

And yesterday, Mistress broke down to take off her old nail polish and give her self a new glittery shade.... now that's resourceful.  Normally that's done at a salon. Her new polish caught the glow of another vivid sunset during what has become a daily "COVID cocktail hour", also new for us.... we really aren't (or have not been until now) the "cocktail hour" types. 

And while we've had plenty of time to explore new TV series on NETFLIX, HULU, PBS, etc. we have not forgotten what got us this flashy sex blog all those years ago--- sex.

Mistress has been corresponding with "Drew", a potential partner back in River City these last couple of weeks, and he asked about what we mean by "Wake Up Sex". Well it's a sort of shorthand for a morning ritual that we have enjoyed for many years: it's very rare that we don't have sex of some variety when we wake up.  Exceptions have arisen only when Mistress or her slave have an unusually early morning business engagement, or we are apart for some reason.

We typically begin with some oral worship, bringing Mistress to her first cum of the day (unless she's been secretly playing with herself before I come back to bed).  If I've written a blog entry, she typically reads the blog as a little extra stimulant as I use by lips and tongue to bring her to that initial climax.

Presuming I have done my job well, I am then given permission to move onto stage two.  I might be on top, or maybe she might be on top.  Or we switch about before things come to their natural conclusion. Sometimes I deploy Mistress' s favorite power tool (an Hitachi Magic Wand0 to spice things ip. You get the picture.

There used to be an occasional "abstinence day" for her slave.  In other words, she came and slave was required to hold my passion for   another day. That's a  sort of disciplinary right which Mistress retains.  But she's pretty indulgent,  and it's been a long time since we've had an "abstinence day" here at the UCTMW mobile HQ.  Lucky slave!

Of course, we are not done with sex after "wake up" sex is over.  Mistress typically requires some form of worship during the course of the day.  Example:  yesterday she was out sunning herself.  It may have been only in the 50's here, but the high altitude sun is warm.  Working on those lingering tan lines required the removal of ALL clothing, as you can see.  

(Shameful, I know! Fortunately, when the Amazon driver arrived, Alexa gave a little chime of warning.  now that's something new!)

Once Mistress  rolled over, I offered to worship.  After all there were no annoying layers of clothes to get in the way.  Nothing like easy access!  I went to work, but Mistress had an idea.  She reached for her phone.  Maybe we should document this for our readers, slave.....

Here's the result.  As you can see, my need for a haircut is not on top.  For this version of worship, it was allowed to leave my sunglasses on. 

HNT at 13,000 Feet.

We woke up to something very unusual here Yesterday morning: cloudy skies and rain coming down.  They don’t call this the high desert based on frequent precipitation. So when I woke Mistress up at around 6:30 am, I told her that there was a cloud hanging over our plans to scale our local peak.

The weather report suggested it would be a rainy day, with afternoon thunder and lightning. Believe me, you don’t want to hike for 7 hours, a good chunk of it over tree line, dodging lightning bolts and getting soaked.

AS we considered our options, we did make productive use of our time though. Mistress read my abbreviated blog as I worshipped, then after making sure her cock was appropriately rigid, she pushed me onto my back.

“I think I’m in the mood for riding it this morning, Slave.”

It was a good sign that she was not saving all that energy for the mountain.

She rode it most capably, to a couple of bone rattling cums, then let me finish the job on top.  It would have been tempting to just go back to sleep at that point, but we are a little too macho for our own good.

I stepped out onto the patio and saw some glimpes of blue popping through the clouds.

“Maybe we take our shot, Mistress, we may be able to get up and over this cloud layer.”

She agreed, so we packed up our lunch and water, laced up our boots and hopped in the mobile UCTMW unit for the 30 minute drive to the trail head, at about 10,000 feet.

And my intuition had been right. By the time we hit the trail the sun had broken through, and our climb ( a little less that three hours) featured partly cloudy skies, lots of sun, and amazing views across two states.

The benefit of doing this after Labor day was that there were few hikers sharing the trail with us. We crossed paths a few times with three outdoorsy guys from Boise, making the strip to this particular peak for the first time.  They passed us in the final ¼ mile, so when we summated, I expected to see then at the top….. but…. Nada.

It turned out they got confused, took another trail, and were hiking on another mile or so to the 2^nd highest peak in Mew Mexico. Oops.

I was hoping they’d take a picture of the two of us at the top. But their absence provided an even better opportunity.

“How about some worship, Mistress….”

Would you be surprised to know that Mistress was more than game to slide out of her hiking shorts, spread those delectable thighs, and accept a little reward for her long climb to the top?

Just like the lunch we scarfed down afterwards, her taste and aroma clearly were enhanced by the setting and altitude and our hard work getting there.

Double yum.

Gone Climbing

I'm getting this quickie blog in the can a little early because Molly and Mick are climbing our local mountain in the am, and we need to get an early start to avoid any afternoon thunderstorms. (Yes this photo is where we are headed. It will be about 7 hours up and back down).

And since Donna appears to be under wraps in that dungeon this week, no doubt doing some investigative reporting that will appear on these pages in the weeks to come,  I've no one to call on for a  filler blog.

You will be amused to know that when Mistress woke this am, she had absolutely no recall of our late night, under the stars, worship session out on the patio. Apparently she consumed a little more wine than I calculated during our evening out.

"Are you sure that happened, Slave?"

"Would I make that up, Mistress?"

Other than that, our day was a little same old same old: worship, biking, nude sun bathing, afternoon sex, nap, dinner out on our patio as the sun set. Slave did get some out door Slave duties taken care of, including cutting back the red willows that are starting to block our view, and repairing our latilla fence. Just don't mistake me for Dubya, with that brush clearing thang.

All in all, It's a tough assignment here at our Branch Office. But someone has to take it on.

More tomorrow, if the Big Horn Sheep don't get us!