Into the Deep...

We had a busy and early day here in River City yesterday – thanks to Donna for filling in for us on this page.

Mistress finally had a chance to join a group of intrepid souls who annually swim across and back our big River here. It’s an early morning affair, since barge and recreational boat traffic is stopped by the Coast Guard for an hour or so to accommodate the swimmers.

So we were up and out the door by 6 am. Mistress looked fetching in her blue bathing suit and the matching bathing cap assigned her (my guess is the cap is required to make the swimmers easier to see from the kayaks and other small boats out there to help any swimmers in distress). And she was quite game when it was time to hop into the brown and murky river and set off for the opposite shore. In fact, it was so hot and steamy here despite the early hour that Slave, who does not have the distance swimming experience of Mistress, wished he had brought his swim costume and given it a try.

She emerged about 19 minutes later, after the approximately 900 yard swim smiling and proud of her accomplishment. And I was very proud of her too.

Of course, it would have been nice to go home and hose mistress down after her dip in the big muddy, nap a bit and have some morning sex. But it was also our sullen teen #2’s 18th birthday. It was time to turn our attention to her.

Mistress had arranged for a salon day for the three women of the house (the girls are no longer the “divas in training” as an old friend used to refer to them --- they have now graduated from diva training school).

So I dropped Mistress off where she would be meeting the ladies and spent about two hours doing some yard work and tree pruning in the 100 degree plus blast furnace we call the local environment these days.

Mistress and Slave were finally ready for some R&R at around 4 pm – a nap followed by some much anticipated sex. I mean, it had been since Friday evening? That’s not what this pampered house Slave has come to expect.

“I think I’m too tired for ass fucking this afternoon, Slave….”

“Not a problem, Mistress…. Plain old, plain old is just what the doctor ordered.”

And so it was.

Later there was a family dinner – sullen #2 had demanded sushi and cupcakes – so it was a long family day here at the World HQ.

While I was doing my yard work, I got a call from one of my older daughters. She congratulated me on having seen all of my 4 daughters make it to “adulthood” without any trauma – no arrests, no drop outs, no addictions, only a little drama in between. And I suppose its more luck than achievement. Their Mothers probably had more to do with it than me. But it certainly is nice to have that child reading thing behind. Not that there won’t be more stressful and complicated (and expensive) benchmarks ahead of us.

But at least Mistress and her Slave will be getting a little more space in the months to come. Imagine the trouble we can get ourselves into here at the World HQ.

Our Senior Correspondent reminded us that today is International BDSM day…. Here’s a link from Lady Evyl describing its origins. International BDSM Day / Lady Evyl

I tried to do a little more research on any planned festivities, but came up blank. Though I did find this interesting  article by Dr. Susan Block on the history and origins of erotic spanking. It's well worth the peruse. I did not realize that spanking was the subject of serious “scholarship” as long ago as the 17th Century, by Germans, no less:

"In the 17th century, two German authors made their name in spanking research: the German physician Johann Heinrich Meibom, who wrote a best-selling treatise on the use of flogging as a medical and sexual stimulant, and German medical botanist and poet Kristian Frantz Paullini, whose Flagellum Salutis praised flagellation for its curative use in treating diseases as diverse as melancholia, paralysis, toothache, sleepwalking, deafness, and nymphomania, as well as for pleasure and sexual arousal."

It’s amusing to know that even in the 17th Century, grad students and University faculty were collaborating on seemingly useless, if titillating research, isn’t it? Can you imagine the experiments that the “Herr Professors” engaged in as they pursued knowledge for its own sake?

“Class there is a lab sign-up sheet here on my desk for those of you frauleins who want to involve themselves in some break through scientific research. Plus you can earn a little extra class participation credit on your semester grade.”

Because our “grown up” kids are both home this morning, the celebration of International BDSM Day likely will be a little muted here at the UCTMW World HQ. But since it is Switch Day here in River City, at least the crop will be in my hand….

Please let us know how you all will be commemorating the day.

Too darn hot.

It is so damn hot all over this country! Mick was correct in the blog yesterday in saying I am concerned about public health, it went along with career territory. I offer you today some suggestions for cooling off in this heat and, as a bonus, have thrown in some suggestions for keeping things safe.

For those of us who live near a trout stream in the mountains, cooling off can be as simple as going fishing. This picture is a clear demonstration that one can wear proper safety gear and still stay cool. I know you are wondering whether this is a photo of Bill but, of course, I’m not telling.

A suggestion I would make for those who don’t have access to a stream for fishing, is an ice dildo. This involves placing a condom in a toilet paper cardboard tube, stretching the top of the condom over the top of the tube, filling with water and freezing for five or six hours.  Run it under cool water until you can peel off both the cardboard tube and the condom. Continue holding it under running water until it starts to melt, you don’t want that painful tongue frozen to a lamppost thing going on with delicate tissues. And now you are ready to play.

Usually outside play is best for this due to the drip factor. How to play, you ask? Well, you are sure to garner attention as you use it as a dildo in your favorite orifice, or two, as you lounge by the pool or on a soft towel under a shady tree. Or, you can use fruit juice instead of water in the making of the dildo and suck on it as you dream of cooler climes, or whatever it is that sucking brings to mind for you.

Frozen dildos can be especially fun for BDSM parties celebrating a new collar or some other great event. Each D/s team is given a frozen dildo and the game is to see which team can make their dildo melt the fastest using only body parts. Woo-hoo! And if you followed the helpful hint above and used juice rather than water, the clean-up, using tongues only, can be even more enjoyable than the original game. And we all know that fruit juice is good for us.

Some people don’t seem as bothered by the heat as others. Take the WC; he loves to work on his tan. For the sake of our readers at UCTMW, I have completed a very thorough inspection of this photo, and I can see that the poor man is not sweating adequately. That can be very dangerous, indeed! Should you observe this situation, you should insist the hunk come into the air conditioning with you and you should check him out with the standard BDSM tests for energy, stamina and hydration immediately! Should he become disoriented and attempt to walk away, you can break out the Shibari books and Twisted Monk gear and tie him up or down until he comes to his senses, or just comes. Whichever.

We all know that common sense, water and sunscreen should always be our focus during a heat wave. Take, for example, the picture below. Being a person concerned about public health, I would insist this car wash be moved to a location in the shade and then would volunteer to check to be sure the correct amount of sunscreen is applied to these fine bodies from head to toe and all regions over and under and in between. As with lube, better too much sunscreen than not enough, and regular application is absolutely vital. To that end, I would also volunteer to stay for the entire car wash, checking regularly to make sure the sunscreen didn’t wash off. My dedication to public health is almost astounding, isn’t it?

In the end, I suppose the best thing we can do is try to find a way to keep our minds off of the heat and know that, in the words of our grandmothers, this too shall pass. And, it won’t be long before we can go back to complaining about the cold weather.

In the meantime, I will share a few ideas to take your mind off the heat.

Time to break out those fans and try to stay cool!

Donna

Early Morning Muster

Can you see that little shiny smear on Mistress’s oh so delectable cheeks?
That photo was taken only moments ago, up in our executive suite here at the World HQ.

Mistress usually is a very good sleeper. As those of us who follow us here at UCTMW know, it’s usually her Slave that wakes up early, makes some coffee, prepares the daily entry, and then wakes Mistress for some early morning reading, worship, and if I’m lucky, sex. (And as you know, this Slave is a very pampered and lucky guy).

But on occasion, Mistress can be a little restless.

At around 4 am this morning, she began talking --- there were a few work things on her mind, and then the big swim tomorrow. (I’ll cover that later).

“Uhhh… do you want to have sex, Slave….”

Well, against my training Slave was pretty drowsy and mumbled something to that effect. Mistress politely took no for an answer (I am sure there will be a punishment later), tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail.

Then she was heading downstairs to do a little work on our table top computer.

Slave drifted back to sleep. My dream focused on taking the bar exam with Mistress, an unlikely but strange scenario.

It was about an hour later, maybe 5:15 am, that Mistress came back to bed, a noisy coterie of kitties meowing to beat the band in her wake.

Slave was again disrespectful, muttering something about “Grand Central Station” (there was an article about it in the Times yesterday, so it must have been top of mind). But I cuddled back up to Mistress once she slid under the sheet, and somehow the kitties quieted…. Ah, I think I was going back to sleep again.

“Do you want to have sex NOW, Slave…..”

Well I knew that it would be a very big mistake to demur twice in own morning.

“Of course, Mistress….”

Soon I found my face self planted between her luscious thighs, an early morning breakfast of Mistress’s addictive juices before my morning coffee was an unexpected but delicious treat.

When she seemed sated with my attentions, she turned her attention to me.

“I want to suck on my cock, Slave….”

I was more than happy to oblige, rolling over onto my back to give her full access. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Ahhh… the morning cock…. My favorite kind.”

Yes, it had woken up, maybe even more completely than me.

After some of Mistress’s skilled attention, Slave was soon begging for the privilege of fucking her. But Mistress had her own ideas.

“I’m going to ride it for a while, Slave….”

And so she did, to several more moaning cums, until she was exhausted, and let me finish the job she started on top.

That little smear is a remnant of what I left behind.

As we cuddled afterwards, Mistress seemed relaxed and dosed off, finally. And her Slave was ready to for his own morning routine, but made sure to take this photo as an instant record of an early morning here at the UCTMW World HQ.


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As to that swim: tomorrow morning will be another early wake up here. Mistress has signed on to join about 100 other crazies for a swim across and back the width of our mighty River. Barge traffic will be stopped for the occasion.

Mistress is a very capable distance swimmer, but most of her swimming is in a pool, not a deep dark river with a strong current and lots of detritus to avoid. It does sound like safety precautions are good though, and she is gung ho for the challenge.

The total distance is about 900 yards across and back (about 9 futball pitches for those of you on the metric system). She estimates it will take her about 45 mintues to get across and back.


While there are no sharks or octo-pussies in our big river, there are reports of giant mutant catfish. Let’s hope they don’t lasso her with one of those long whiskers and drag her down.

On our drive home last night, we called Donna to confirm she can pitch in for the Saturday AM post. She was a little concerned about health and safety concerns. We apologized for the short notice. Otherwise maybe Bill, our director of security international could have come up to personally steer our “Wonder Woman’s” escort skiff, and protect her from logs or scary fishies.

We will report on the outcome in Sunday morning’s blog.

HNT / Date Night

It was a rather hectic work day for both Mistress and her Slave yesterday. And while we were not denied our early morning wake up sex, there was no time for Mistress to stop by for some office worship. Then, after work, we had dinner downtown with a colleague of the Mistress.

So by the time we got home, maybe around 7:30 pm, we were a little tuckered out.

Of course, that did not stop me from taking the opportunity, once Mistress had stripped away the work costume, to fall to my knees and apply my oral skills for her benefit. And take some photos for HNT too.

Mistress had been talking about leaving for work a little earlier today, in order to have a training session via phone with the WC. But there were issues with that … namely teens who want to have cars at home at  their disposal so as to do what sullen teens do…. Whatever that might be on a hot River City Thursday.

But then… she got a text from the WC. His family was stepping out for a while. Would Mistress like to have a little date with him this very evening?

“Do you mind, Slave….”

“Of course not, Mistress…..”

So when the appointed time came, Slave excused himself and camped out downstairs for the next 45 minutes our so. It was a good chance to catch up with Jon Stewart and Colbert via Hulu. 

And soon enough Mistress was paging me to return to her “executive suite”.

Mistress seemed well taken care of, lying on our bed.  Rachel Maddow was on the TV, yammering on.

“I had to keep it on so the girls wouldn’t overhear, Slave.”

“Pretty impressive if you can come with that voice droning on in the background Mistress…. Amazing focus.”

(It’s not that I disagree with her POV, it’s that  endless rapid fire prattle that drives old Mick insane).

She laughed. I turned off the TV.

“So how many, Mistress?”

“”Four or five, Slave….”

“Impressive….”

“So do you want to fuck me now, Slave….”

Hmmm.  I had written that off for the evening. But somehow, all those pheremones unleashed by Molly, her Hitachi and the verbal promptings of the WC had overcome the fatigue.

“Are you really up to it…. It turns out you’ve had a lot of unanticipated action tonight, Mistress….”

“Just go put in your device, Slave” (my little white aneros).

I like it when Mistress gets all bossy like that. And, of course, followed her orders. What else would a good, if pampered house Slave do?