Transitions and Flash Backs

Yesterday marked an important milestone here at the Collins household in River City.

Our surly teen #1, who has mellowed a bit over the last two years on the surly scale, graduated from high school, thirty years to the week that her Mother, my beloved Mistress, graduated from the same high school, in a leafy old community, built along the railroad tracks, just outside of River City.

(At the graduation they mentioned this was the 127th graduating class of their school, putting the first one back in 1884! Yikes.)

For our teen, it represents one of many increasingly difficult hurdles she will face on life’s journey. There were speeches from fellow graduates and school system poobahs with all the buzzwords and phrases you might expect: goals, ambition, opportunity, ever lasting friendships, accomplishments, all the rest. Plus the occasional natural disaster, great recession, stock market collapse, terrorist attack, and E-coli infected sprouts.

Old cynical members on the audience resisted the temptation, at least on that wonderful day, to warm about what also might lay in wait: frustrations, disappointments, disloyalty, rejection, deterioration, loss.

The “kids”, decked out in white dresses and tuxedos on a day when the storm clouds cleared at just the right time for a beautiful outdoor ceremony, seemed so positive and pleased with themselves that their optimism was infectious.

And it was hard not to think of how this beautiful, beaming daughter came into our lives, and set Mistress and I off onto our journey about 19 years ago.

A few months back I spoke here a bit about our “Secret Origins” here at UCTMW. I left off with Mistress making a call at my office back in the spring of 1988, offering up what I had been flirting my ass off for many months to obtain.

(This was way before the day of flirtation via text message or email .Unlike an infamous member of Congress, I had to do it the old fashioned way, one glance, ambiguous caress, clever come-on remark at a time).

And me initially – almost in shock – suggesting that might not be as good an idea as it seemed.

Maybe like some of the other guys in Mistress’s life these days, I knew what that sort of physical union with such a dynamic beauty might lead to: a nearly fatal attraction that would upset my life in ways that would be hard to predict.

On the cusp of what I had been pursuing, I got very cold feet. Did I really want to put all else at risk for this hot and holy grail?

But, suffice it to say, Mick, even at the “mature” age of 38 did not have the discipline to say “no” to Molly for long. And – to my good fortune – she did not take that initial equivocation as an excuse to tell this dirty kind of old man to get lost.

By the end of the week we were safely locked away in a suburban hotel room, before the days when we could be tracked down via cell phone, with myself buried between Mistress’s long and shapely legs, my first taste of that sweet nectar that would become a life long addiction.

I recall that on that very first protocol, and long before any kink or D/s was ever part of our ritual, I began a protocol which lasts until this day: Mistress always “comes” first, and usually with lots of oral worship.

If I had a chance to address the male half of yesterday’s graduating class, that’s one word of very useful advice I would have been glad to pass on.

About a week later, our second “date” occurred in the unfurnished condo my father had recently purchased, overlooking the river. He was still assigned overseas, and was preparing to return to our City on retirement. I had the key. Opportunity knocked.

Believe it or not, Molly and Mick were so head over heels in lust and a budding love that night – lying naked on some blankets on the carpeted floor of Dad’s naked condo – that, in our post-orgasmic stupor, we selected the name that our sullen teen #1 ultimately acquired, about three years later.

And there she was yesterday, carrying a single rose, poised and confident, breaking the bond with her Mom’s old school, and taking the next step in life’s adventure.

My God. Time really does fly.

She’s already off, for a week’s vacation on a lakeshore to the north, with the boyfriend and his family.

Of course, she will be back. She will miss her kitties. And her college is but an hour away.

But she’s already teasing us about what her Mom and Dad will be up to when all the kids are out of the house.

Maybe she doesn’t think we are so boring after all.

Our Senior Correspondent on Love and Books

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On the Cock Shot....

Molly and Mick have a had a very hectic week, and things only get crazier until Sunday. Our sullen teen #1 graduates from high school tomorrow …. The “love child” of our life is more than ready to fly our River City coop … and its been a challenge getting our arms around it. Then of course, helping us do that tonight will be a gathering of 40 or so family and friends to share this transition for all of us.

I know, some of you out there are saying…. Hey Mick, where was our invitation? Aren’t we your family and friends too? And yes, you are. Wouldn’t it be great to have all of you here for an alternative celebration of our “alter egos”. Maybe we will schedule that when the nest really empties  out  in August. We will move the furniture around so that it has more the feel of the UCTMW World HQ than our charming home filled with the accumulated detritus of two teenagers yearning to break free of the magnetic pull of their overbearing and incredibly dull parents.

If only they new! (God, pleae hope they never figure it out).

Yesterday we got some “fan mail” from a reader to our email account, rather than as a comment on our blog. Hopefully he won’t mind if I share a bit of his comments. (I guess I am assuming he is a he rather than a she,,,, please correct me if I am wrong):

“I think what separates your "kinky" blog from most others is the great content provided in each update, and that the reader knows that you're real. That's what ties it all together for me, is that I know everything that is written and featured is one hundred percent legitimate. I appreciate and enjoy all that is written, and the pictures featured too.

Unfortunately, I believe a lot of "kinky" blogs are entirely fake.  It's great to have the knowledge that not only is your blog real, but that it contains great content as well.”

Thanks, dear reader. We try to make it real ---- except when we go off into pure fantasy --- like the part where Judge Miguel lets the buck stop with his Bailiff. In reality, he’s a stand up guy who would never throw his Bailiff under the bus.

As it turns out, the dear Judge is off to a “Judicial Conference” this weekend, visiting his brother for some golf.  No doubt he brought his summer robes, as shown in this illustration that our Senior Correspondent passed along.

He and Mistress were texting and phoning some as he waited for his delayed plane yesterday, flirting at the cocktail lounge with two women.

At one point, Mistress warned “Now M… don’t show them that SOC….”

They can both be a little possessive.  Mistress does seem to enjoy those little photos M will text her from time to time of his SOC, but likes to think she is the only one on the distribution list.

And M seems to get the willies if he hear’s about Mistress flirting with some other guy.  (Though the other night, when Mistress reported that an attractive woman was flirting with her at a little post-work outing, both M and I gave it a “thumbs up” --- what is it about guys and the buzz that comes with the thought of a little girl / girl action?)

Apparently the allure of the cock shot is not a sentiment universally shared. This morning  Aisha posted an excerpt from Jon Stewart’s show earlier this week describing one woman’s thoughts on the receipt of the random “cock shot”, definitely worth watching. Here is the link.

The only problem Mistress seems to have with M’s cock shots is that they tend to reproduce like weeds on her various devices.  You know the drill: it comes in on the I-phone. She later synchs her I-phone with her home laptop. It moves over there. Then later she synchs with her office computer. There it is again. And each re-synching can cause it to re-produce again.

When I suggested she may not want to have all those cock shots on her office computer…. Let’s say the IT guy (or girl) does a little maintenance and then files a sexual harassment claim – she set off on the task of deleting, and deleting, and deleting.

It became a project akin to spring house cleaning. All those SOC’s.  Impressive. Put them together and we would cover the distance to London and back. (If they were my work-a-day cock, we might have only made it to Boston).

I wonder if there is an App for this type of project: the cyber equivalent of “Round Up” to root out all the obscene photos on your devices. And just think of the problem once we all go to the so called “Cloud”.   Once a photo enters cyberspace who knows where it ends up.

SOC, now you belong to the ages….

Judge Miguel’s legacy may be something beyond his collected opinions.

HNT / Disrupted Scehdule

Sometimes you have to be flexible. Mistress has a way-too-early meeting today. Our initial plan was to defer our morning "encounter" until this evening.... but when both of us woke at around 5:50 am and Mistress had until 6:15 to hop into the shower... well you can imagine where fingers and tongues led us....

But I did want to share a few illustrations from the last few days. First, for those of you following Mistress's shoe collection, this photo from Monday, when Mistress was chatting with the WC on our way home from work.

There was also some discussion this week about Mistress's trip to the gynecologist this week. the pervy WC had suggested that she get herself off while awaiting her annual inspection. Our female readers scoffed at the notion, and Mistress drew a firm line. But one of our correspondents suggested that at least she could send us a photo of the occasion.

As it turns out, Mistress did send to me and the WC the following photo, from the examining room. and it seems only fair to share.

Finally, you may recall that last week, Donna came up with a collection of items for "Judge Miguel" to amuse himself with at his campaign headquarters. Well apparently he could not resist one item, a special accessory for the Hitachi Magic wand that amounts to a "cock sleeve". He even sent a photo to Mistress when his new toy arrived. (It seems he is not planning to borrow wife B's Hitachi, and got his own.... ).

I'm hoping for a more detailed product review, from the WC, but early reports are interesting.

"He says he tried it when his wife was in the shower..... that  it was so intense it almost hurt .... he says he needs to experiment with it some...."

"And what did his wife think about his new toy...."

"Apparently she thought it was pretty cool, Slave...."

I suspect B is grateful for any assistance in keeping the Special Occasion Cock amused. If it doesn't take a village, it may take power tools.