Our Senior Correspondent Gives Mistress Some Ideas

Molly and Mick stopped in Independence, Mo. Late yesterday afternoon, giving us plenty of time for Mistress to access the hard cock she had missed with our early departure.

Later, as we strolled about the charming, if shop-worn public square, we wallowed in all things Harry, from the statute of him in front of the court house depicting him on his morning stroll, to the Soda shop where he purportedly held down his first $3 / week job.  Dinner was at a restaurant just across the street  From “Clinton’s Soda Shop”. And as we were sipping wine Lamenting the absence of the whiney teens (not), Mistress noted that Donna had sent us a post for this morning. And who am I to waste this opportunity to cut things short here, head back to bed, and lean on her twisted sense of humor to amuse you this am.  Though I may have an update from the mobile UCTMW unit later today.

Hi,

This is not inspirational by a long shot, but if you want to wake up, throw some quarters into the Mr. Fingers bed vibrator, have some hot sex and hit the road early, here is something you can fill in with.

Hugs,
Donna



Mick and Molly are making their way cross country by car as they head for some private time at their western get-away. If you read yesterday's post, you may remember that Mick is in line for punishment following his failure to mention to Molly the state of his hard cock yesterday morning, thus denying his Mistress the opportunity to choose whether or not to partake of the early morning bounty. Since Molly's motto is, " A hard cock is a terrible thing to waste," I suspect punishment is just around the bend for Mick.

 Since they will be entering cowboy country today, I wonder if this might be the perfect time for Molly to pick up a black hat, strong rope, big silver belt buckle, work gloves and some spray tan in a can for Mick. She might order him to put on a cowboy striptease for her, then she could tie him up with his own rope, flog him with the loose ends, and then have her wild way with him.

Or maybe our Molly is a bit more into the cowboy scene than that and would choose to come up with a punishment that would have Mick on his hands and knees, all saddled up and ready to carry Molly on his back through the tumbling tumble weeds of the great West. The scent and feel of well worked leather, Molly lowering her naked pussy onto the saddle on Mick's back, sliding her booted feet into the stirrups hanging at his side...she grabs the hair on his head (as best she can) and slowly raises the riding crop to full extension and brings it down onto his pale white ass just as she angles her spurs to barely pinch his skin and off they go. Hmm... perhaps I might suggest a bit of SPF 50 for those white cheeks of Mick's that we have glimpsed from time to time here at the UCTMW blog.

I know some of you may not be on board with the idea of saddling up Mick but, really, it's all the rage. Haven't you seen the signs everywhere?

Yee-haw, you guys.

Hugs,

Donna

Home for the Holidays

After about 1343 miles (who’s counting?) and 22.6 hours (Mapquest got it right) of cruising the highways and byways of our vast heartland, the UCTMW mobile unit pulled into our snow covered drive out here in the Land of Enchantment last night around 8:30 pm Mountain time.

As I mentioned on a quickie post made somewhere west of Garden City, Kan., yesterday, home of the infamous “In Cold Blood” trial, Slave began the day somewhat frustrated.

Our quarters were "close" at the Comfort Inn near the home of Harry Truman. The teens were in a queen size bed right next to ours.

Mistress was sympathetic when we scurried into the bathroom. She used some handy container of moisturizer to lube up my hard and desperate cock, then bent over the counter, allowing me access from behind. And she was certainly wet and ready for me after I had gotten her off in bed with my well trained digits.

But the angle was off, the position was uncomfortable, and the harsh bathroom lights were glaring and antiseptic.  Slave only became more frustrated.  And although Mistress seemed willing to pursue other options, the thought of the teens stirring in the other room dampened the moment.

So there was a nice warm shower together instead.

And Slave was left wanting, needing, frustrated.

As a Slave should be, I suppose.

Then it was back on the highway, headed West.

Although there were a few times along the way when we questioned our judgment to bite off this long road trip, our doubts melted away when we arrived safely, no more exhausted than after one of those long days negotiating America’s deteriorating and stressful air travel “industry”.

Of course there were a few things that helped along the way:

·      The power converter that allowed the surly teens to keep their laptops powered up through Missouri and Kansas and Colorado, allowing them to watch al those videos rather than whine to us about the indignity of a road trip.

·      My newly acquired Verizon MiFi, a portable wifi hub that allows you to take an internet connection on the road that works on multiple laptops at the same tine. Who would have thought that even on vast empty stretches of highway on SW Kansas you could get internet on the fly. (Of course, this allowed both of us to catch up on your blogs and to kibbitz about your adventures. Suzanne, Jay and Tammy were of particular interest to us yesterday).

·      Music. Had the little hot wire that connected my I-Pod to the sound system. We could even play tunes off of YouTube by plugging the laptop in to the sound system with that wire.  When spirits were low, we could have a sing-a-long to Adam Sandler Chanukah song.

·      Our Western Correspondent. He seemed to be in frequent touch with Mistress via email and text message much of the afternoon Friday, and through the day on Saturday. Whether it was showing us pictures of the salmon he was preparing for dinner, or smutty little comments, it kept us awake and engaged.

I could hear the little chime go off when I was driving and would raise an eyebow at Mistress.  Of course the teens were ear-budded to the max, and were seemingly oblivious to these little encoded comments between us.

“I told him about this morning….. he says it’s good for you.”

I sent M an email myself yesterday, complementing him on all the page views that his “Ass fucking” tutorial has been getting. More than 400 yesterday alone.  He suggested in a text to Mistress that we re-post it. Here it is….

How to fuck a Slave/Sub in the Ass for the 1st time.

That leaves us wondering if  more virgin asses are being given for the Holidays this year than in Years past.

Some of M’s text messages yesterday were handy tips on what was going on in the blog world.

“He says to check out “BrookePuppy”, that it reminds him of “us””.

Sure enough Mistress scrolled down Brooke’s “Phone Sex” entry and seemed to be a little more squirmy in her passenger seat than normal. And when it was my turn to ride and read, yeah…. Very hot. It does remind me of how Mistress gets when M is requesting a date, or texting wanton suggestions about how he might use her for his pleasure.  Here is a link to that:

SubBrooke - Phone Sex

And I suspect that’s exactly the types of messages Mistress was getting from M as we tooled across Kansas and into Colorado as the sun set last night.  (M also texted some details of Brooke’s back story in little phrases, as Mistress questioned him via text).

When we finally got home, after a quick stop for provisions in a backwater Safeway on the lip of the Sangre de Christo Mountains, the teens were done with us, and hauled their bags to their room to settle in and hit their soft comfy beds.

I was putting away groceries, when Mistress got a text.

“How did he know we were here already, Slave.”

“Go ahead and call if you like, Mistress…. I have some things to do….”

She tried to beg off, not wanting to offend me,  I suspect. But I knew there was a large part of her that missed M’s voice, so she accepted my offer. I even poured her a Tequilla on the rocks to enjoy as they chatted.

About 30 minutes later, Mistress came out of our room, seemingly refreshed, and ready to make sure I was too.

“Come to bed now, Slave….you remembered your device, didn’t you.”

“I did, Mistress.”

“Good, I would not want to have to punish you again for that….”

By the time I lubed it up and slid it home, my cock was as desperate as it had been in the morning, despite all the time behind the wheel.

I worked Mistress up to a lather with my fingers and mouth, and her hand on my cock had me close to the edge.

“Why don’t you ride my cock, Mistress….”

“Well you’re getting all bossy, Slave, who put you in charge?”

Check your watch, Mistress…. It’s after midnight, East Coast time.

“Ohhhh…. Switch day….”

Exactly. We started early. An the wait was well worth it by the time we were done.

On the Road

MAde it this far

Lots of whining on the family road trip. No one seems interested in a side trip to Holcomb , Kansas to visit the Clutter home.

We stopped at a road side motel just east of Kansas City, looking for the ghost of Harry Truman, the guy who was President at old Mick's arrival here on earth.

And with four of us in one room.... well Mistress got some good night and good morning orgasms with an assist from my skilled digits.  But Mick woke up horny, and since our girls have very sensitive ears, it seems I will stay that way until we arrive at our mountain hideaway this evening.

Up next: a dull traverse of Kansas. We know it's corny in August. But what's in store in December.

Stay tuned.