Sex With Strangers

Figured that headline would grab you. Actually, that’s the name of a play Molly and Mick saw last night here in the Windy City.  The review is here.

What drew our attention was the plot line: young studly sex blogger,  hits it big  with a book based on his blog about sexual encounters with women he meets at bars. He hooks up with  somewhat older female novelist in a charming Michigan Inn, and  introduces her to the world of sex blogging, in between their own sexual encounters.

It may not be Pinter or Mamet, but the play is well acted, funny and entertaining. And of course we could relate to the themes: the high of getting comments from the blogosphere, whether its safe or taboo to write about a partner who is also reading your blog, and the alternative universe that develops when you create an alternative identity to share chunks of your life with strangers out there on the internet.

Afterwards, we lingered for some discussion led by one of the theatre’s creative types and the male actor. There were some  intriguing questions and answers about the characters and the imagery used by the author. Towards the end of the discussion,  Slave was tempted to make known that these strangers among them has a sex blog of their own, and could validate some of the experiences of the play’s characters.   But Mistress gave me a sharp elbow, to stifle my revelations, and I kept in “my place”, as a good Slave should.

Before heading to the theater, we did have a nice final day here in the Windy City. There were some sultry and satisfying sexual activities here in our comfy king bed, both in the morning, before my final session of my meetings here, and then later in the afternoon, after we lunched with Surly teen #2 and walked back down a crowded, sun lit Michigan Ave.

But there will be a sad lost opportunity.

We have to get going early this morning – I have a sister visiting in River City and a big family dinner extravaganza is planned at our house. So we will miss a full blown Switch Day here.

And our room has a great unexpected prop for it: a large pillar, perfect for binding a lovely naked Molly.  I had her pose against it yesterday for you to see.

Imagine her: legs spread wide, arms overhead (just need a hook for the ceiling). A bit of cropping, then the punitive application of the power tool until she is wheedling and whining and begging for my cock.

But alas, no sufficient binding materials. And not enough time before the kids need to be collected and we hit the long road back to River City.

Maybe next trip. When I ask for a reservation I need to remember to request a pillar room.  I wonder how often that happens?

Mistress did have a brief chance to talk to our Western Correspondent yesterday morning. It seems he decided to take his recovery on the road, disconnecting his IV’s. Presumably the MD substituted sufficient meds. Of course we remain worried and think he is a bit insane. But we hope he knows what he is doing and will continue to recover.

Apparently M is the medical equivalent of a “home school-er”. 

Don’t get me started on them.

Donna, our Southern Correspondent, made these worthwhile observations in an email to Molly after we shared that news with her:

“An ill Dom, especially a recently hospitalized Dom, is not an easy being to deal with. They are like caged lions, and that analogy isn't so far off.

I would bet that in addition to leaving the hospital early, WC will also want to stop taking his medications before he should. Let me tell you, when Bill is ill, I am the one who could use some decent drugs. LOL Not that all men aren't overly dramatic about illness, but male Doms? Geez!”

It sounds as if Donna speaks from well learned experience. Maybe we need to get Ms. Marie to take over our WC’s recovery…. M does seem to have a soft (or is it hard) spot for her.

I doubt she would have allowed any disconnection of IV’s!

Donna is also anticipating boot week, which will start tomorrow.

“Can't wait to see the boots! Bill walking around naked in his boots so I could take a few pics just didn't do it for me! Although his attempts at provocative poses did send me into hysterics. Lol”

We are looking forward to some of those shots, Donna!

All Work. Little Play.

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Dispatch from the City on the Lake

The UCTMW mobile unit headed north yesterday, surly teens on board, for a little mid-winter get-away to what soon will be Rahm-Town.  Slave has some business meetings today and tomorrow. And the Women folk will be visiting a college campus and enjoying the amenities of this grand town.

The good part is that the teens are staying at a relative’s apartment, leaving Molly and Mick to this nice hotel room, the muted sound of the L ten floors below providing the background music.  So if our entries are a little on the pithy side this weekend, it’s because Mistress seems so lonely in that big comfy king sized bed just behind me.

I know all are expecting an update on the sad plight of our Western Correspondent, who remains in hospital, though he claims he is going to bust loose today.

In the morning, I sent a text to him expressing the good wishes of Suzanne and the Sub-sisters. His grogged out response was somewhere between gibberish and “thanks for the good words.”  And as we drove north yesterday afternoon, Mistress was receiving some rather disjointed messages from him – probably fit in between tours conducted for the nursing staff to share surreptitious viewings of his 8^th wonder of the world.

“I’m not sure why, but they keep giving me sponge baths…” seemed to be one of his messages, if you could translate from the ham fingered drug induced ramblings. We can suspect exactly why, M.

Mistress told me she responded, “wish I was there to administer a very thorough sponge bath….”

At one point Mistress held up her I-phone to show me a photo he sent via text message of an arm with various bandages and tubes running in and out.  Yuck. I hate hospitals. I cringe at the thought of all those invasive devices.

Of course we got a few more messages as we drove north. Donna shared some clever get-well cards, for us to pass onto M. I’ve posted one of them here.  And she and Suzanne have already sent us some images to use for “Boot Week”.  Please keep that in mind. We will kick things off on Monday.

By the time we checked into our hotel room, it was around 8 pm here, and Mistress was anxious to hear M’s voice. AS I checked some work emails, Mistress was finally able to get through on the hospital phone next to his bed. 

They chatted with animation, suggesting that M must be recovering slowly but surely. And  here’s the cutest thing: Because M is computer-less in his little hospital room, he is missing the chance to read this and the other blogs he follows. So Mistress did some reading to him, like she was at bedside. She read all of your clever and puckish comments from yesterday, which I am sure warmed M’s little heart and larger cock. Then she read our whole blog, including Donna’s dispatch about their trip to the shoe store.

And Mistress summarized with her own lascivious commentary some of the other blogs, with particular emphasis on the cunning surprise Jay and Tammy threw for Suzanne on Valentine’s night.  I suspect that one did more than warm his heart!

Listening to how this talk clearly cheered our WC in his hour of need made me all the more aware how our blogs can bring some cheer and light (and maybe a little more) to those of you who follow. One more reason to get up early in the am for these little home work assignments.

After their call, Mistress and I adjourned to the hip if noisy hotel bar for a drink and some light repast. It had been a long day and we knew the large cozy bed awaited. But as we sipped our beverages and eyed the animated bar crowd – all trying a little too hard to pretend they were in the Big Apple rather than the 2^nd City – we talked about our fallen comrade.

“I hope it’s not too weird listening to me talk to him, Slave…”

“Not at all Mistress. I’m certainly used to it. And I think of him as my good friend too. Not the kind with benefits, of course…. That’s your privilege.”

And it’s true. Mistress has been talking to M for about a year now. He’s a regular and positive part of her life. It’s no wonder she was very worried about him these last few days.  Let’s hope he follows Doctor’s orders and is up and back in action soon.

Soon Mistress and Slave were headed back to our hotel room. And you can imagine what developed next.

Mistress had a lacy thong on and under the covers, I proceeded to slide it aside as I devoured her, squeezing a seemingly satisfying starter cum from those fragrant folds. It had been what …. 13 hours.

 I was hungry for her.

Then Mistress was up, next to me.

“Let me suck it slave….”

And she did. With a teasing fervor, combining mouth and those lovely well manicured fingers until her Slave was writhing on the bed, begging to fuck her.

“Why Slave…. What’s the rush..  Maybe I should make you come this way….”

“Arghhh…. But you don’t want to waste a good hard cock, do you Mistress…..”

“Excellent point, Slave…..”

And with that she released her grip, lay back, and gave me clearance.  And I leapt at the opportunity.

It was an excellent way to end our day here along the lakeshore

HNT / Hot Shoes and Some Angst

We’ve been getting some wonderful correspondence from Donna, our Southern Correspondent, who has been picking up the slack for our WC during his period of infirmity…. More on that later…..

As you may recall from some earlier entries here, Donna has some physical challenges, but she and her husband have risen to the occasion by keeping a high kink factor going in their marriage, as demonstrated by their contribution to “The Asses of UCTMW” a few weeks back. (Well, Donna’s contribution. We are still waiting for Bill’s show and tell).

They are great roll models for us here at UCTMW.

Yesterday we got this great dispatch from Donna, which we had to share, along with the wonderful photo:


“I would love for us to get together sometime and have a chance to get to know each other, share a drink and dinner, visit and laugh. Until then, I enjoy being able to share some of wonderful things that happen in life.

My family teases me about boots all the time. It is a habit of mine to send my sister and daughter-in law pictures of shoes and boots, especially boots, that I think they should buy based on what I would like to wear. When our son and daughter-in-law were married I had to wait until the wedding to see her bridal dress but, as a gift that said she knew me well, she showed me her wedding shoes weeks earlier. And they really were spectacular! She is about 4'11" and tries to keep her weight up to 85-90 pounds! Our son is 6'4" and a very muscular 240 pounds. She said she didn't want the wedding photos to look as though he was marrying a midget, so she hunted until she found just the right thing, lace ankle boots with very high heels. Gorgeous! Do you want to guess which spouse rules the roost in that family? lol

But, back to the point of the email, I love Molly’s boots. I mean I love that wonderful assortment of gorgeous boots. The pictures with them on the dashboard of your vehicle are great, and I especially love those very hot - over Mick's back- view of them. I think maybe my husband may have become a bit tired of hearing me talk about them.

Yesterday we were out and about when Bill surprised me by pulling into the parking lot of a store, saying we were there to try on some shoes. That was all he said. He got my chair out of the back, rolled me in, and I continued to think we were going to be looking for shoes for him. No! He wanted me to be able to try on some sexy boots and take some pictures I could have. How amazing is that? The boots didn't work out. One foot is fused so it wouldn't make the necessary bend to get into the boots and the other foot just isn't cooperative. Not fazed in the least, he rolled me around to choose the most outrageous "come hither" shoes in the store, picked out boxes of them - several sizes too large so the foot would slide along the top rather than be pressed to the bottom. He knelt like Cinderella's balding and bearded Prince Charming, placed a shoe on my foot and took a picture with his cell phone. And then did it again. Thirty one years of marriage, friends since we were nine years old, and he can still surprise me and give me goose-bumps.

Hooray for romance!

Donna”

Considering that Donna and Bill seem entertained by Molly’s extensive boot collection, we are thinking next week has to be “Boot Week” here at UCTMW…. Maybe we can get some of our readers (or other bloggers) to join in the fun by sending or posting some kinky boot shots to share?

We will be thinking of some clever shots to share!

Now back to our regular programming….

Here at the UCTMW World HQ there was a certain degree of angst yesterday.

As we have reported with what turns out to be way too much tongue-in-cheek (or wherever), our Western Correspondent has been under the weather, and for a change, we had become convinced that he was not simply featherbedding to jack up the value of his worker’s comp claim.

But yesterday …. Well, he just fell off the radar completely.

Mistress and he are usually in pretty regular contact during the work day. And when she did not hear from him, she texted …. but no replies. There were some calls from his line at some point, but again, when Molly called …. No reply.

And no one picked up at his office either, when her Slave attempted to see if there was a problem.

As we took our end of the day bike ride in beautiful 60 degree weather here, we talked through various scenarios, none of which were pretty.

Molly and M have grown very close over the last year. I know she was troubled about what this silence meant. And I was trying to be supportive, spinning the situation to help her retain her optimism.

We even made a date to talk it over last evening with our friend Aisha, who we figured could have some professional insights.

Then, after dinner, Mistress saw another call had come to her phone from M. She rang him back ---- he finally answered.

M is in the hospital.

He clearly was very grogged up, presumably on pain killers or sedatives. Fortunately he retained his cell phone and could squeeze in a call, despite all those signs about “no electronic devices”.

I won’t go into the details…. can’t violate our WC’s HIIPA rights! But M claims he will be sprung loose today. Here we are hoping they keep him under close watch for another day or two to make sure he is fully functioning.

(My sense from the sounds of Mistress’s giggling voice, upstairs as I compose this at the kitchen counter, is that M may already be on the mend.)

And at the least, before his discharge, the nursing staff should be allowed to conduct some experiments with the special equipment he brings to the gurney. I mean, shouldn’t there be some perks in the stressful job of restoring our WC to robust health?

Get better fast, you big lug!!!!