Sex (Blog) Tourism

Yes, we re still in the road, safely ensconced in a Best Western smack dab against a Wal-Mart Super Center, in an Illinois town that I can neither spell nor pronounce (but it does remind me of that Disney animated movie about a rat who aspires to be a gourmet chef).

Thursday night we ended up in Abilene, Kansas, at an off the beaten path motel that our daughters would have rejected as "sketchy". But the bed was comfy, and we found a rather seedy restaurant for some hearty grub a little too crammed with flat screen TV's,  a trend that sadly seems to have infected America's eataries from sea to shining sea. The staff was very chipper though, if a little on the TMI side. (When a customer  asks for his waitress I'm not sure I want to be hear that "she's cleaning the restrooms, but will be done in a minute")

Back at our motel, I opened a bottle of Tequilla for Mistress, who needed to wash that greasy food taste out of her lovely mouth. Soon we were in bed, and after some worship as a digestive, she got a little feisty.

"I want to ride my cock now, Slave...." And ride she did, taking her good old heartland time to take her self to Oz and back. When she had her fill of her "mount", the tables were reversed and Slave took his pleasure, working out the kinks from a long day in the car. While we had missed checking off "sex in Kansas" from the punch card on our way West, that mission had now finally been accomplished.

We highly recommend it.

Friday morning I had an early conference call, walking the quiet streets of this former "cowtown", which was at the top of the Chisholm Trail, the place where the cattle raised and fattened in Texas would be placed in rail cars for the trip east. (I did notice this sign at our motel, and am still wondering what it means. any help?)

When my call was done, I was able to wake Mistress with a little more worship and some wake-up sex before we headed out to the Eisenhower library and Museum, just a few blocks away. It was pastoral, and well suited to the bland fellow I recall as a kid, but not nearly as engaging as the Truman Museum we visited on our trip West. I noted two people missing from all the memorabilia and narrative: Ike's VP, Dick Nixon, and his reputed "girlfriend", the WAC driver Kay Summersby. (Mistress was a little shocked when I shared that story from my old guy memory bank).

After our tour, we were back in the car. And Mistress had a backlog of text messages.

The WC was sharing details of his "epic" sex, doming his wife, B, both of them inspired by the book Donna had sent, written by the Master of LaDomaine.  Donna, maybe you should give us a review?  It sounds as if the WC got to put his ass fucking tutorial to use.

And of course, she also herd from Francois, who is warming her up for her return to River City (yes, folks, we will make it back, by Sunday, after a brief detour today for a football game at my alma mater).

On the drive we even skyped with our daughter in Belgium, who described how she and her new buddies often stop off at a little cafe after school for a beer to decompress. I guess she's not in Kansas anymore.

Nor were we. By dinner time we were on the banks of the Mississippi, in Hannibal, Mo. the boyhood home of Samuel Clemmons, aka, Mark Twain. It was an opportune time to stretch our legs and walk around this cute, if touristy, little river town, that was all things Twain. But of course there was also "The first coffee shop (with wi-fi) West of the Mississippi.

Mistress is still snoozing, but I think it will soon be time to wake her.... most likely with a tongue wiggling it's way between her lovely thighs.

"LaDomaine Part II, from our Senior Corresponden

In my earlier post this week, I neglected to mention an important lesson I learned about entering a dungeon as a submissive/slave: Questions are always welcomed, asked in the appropriately respectful format, of course. The surprise is that the answers come in a different manner than one might expect.  For example, just after the tour began I noticed on a shelf near the suspension station the item represented in this diagram.

It looked like an odd type of saw to me, so I asked Mistress Collette what it might be. She turned to her Mistresses in Training and, with a smile on her lovely face, announced that slave Donna was wondering about this device and she reached over, picked it up and began to give a demonstration…on me. For those who don’t know this is a cupping device. The cup section is placed over some tender part of the body, in my case my right nipple, and the suction handle is pumped until the nipple is streeetchhhed out. For some, it can be quite painful: for me there was an initial pull but not much after that so Mistress decided I would leave it attached and just allow the suction to continue during our stroll through the dungeon, and she would see how things progressed.

When she realized I wasn’t asking as many questions aloud, Mistress began reading my interest level by paying close attention to my eyebrows and the way I examined things she placed in my hands. I attempted to go into the Mr. Data (from Star Trek) mode, but Mistress Collette seems to be a mind reader as well as a Dominatrix and I had some up close and personal experiences with things that snap and pull and sting and buzz all throughout the tour.

So where did I leave off the other day…oh, I remember now, we were at the end of the warm-up session on the sawhorse with the flogging of the clothespins on my breasts and labia. So, after untying my wrists and ankles and gentle massaging them to ensure proper blood flow, the Mistresses helped me stand and lean forward against Mistress Collette. She nuzzled my neck, so softly and sweetly and I found that I was returning the kisses to her neck and shoulders, rubbing that super soft skin with my tongue and then pressing my lips against her flesh for a few moments of gentle sucking and licking. After a nod from Mistress Collette, Mistress Dame presented me with my crutches and, still bound in the Shibari rope, I was led to a back corner of the dungeon.

In that area there is a very interesting hanging table, a hanging massage table of sorts. It is suspended from the ceiling by chains at each corner.  I was soon lying on my back on the comfortably padded table with my wrists and ankles cuffed and attached to the chains. In effect, I was spread eagle, roped and chained. Interestingly, there is no place for shyness in the dungeon. Those in attendance are so secure with their own nudity as well as that of other people of all ages and body types that there was no feeling of shyness or false modesty. This is a place  where there is  appreciation and stimulation of the human body in all its varied forms of beauty.

As I lay locked in my spread eagle position, Mistress Collette and the two Mistresses in Training soon began stimulating my arms and legs, working toward the trunk of my body and then slowly working together in concentrating on my breasts and genitalia. Goddess Evitaa noticed I was watching careful what was happening and suggested that perhaps being blindfolded would keep me from anticipating what was coming. How right she was! Being blindfolded kicked up the tactile sensation as well as the anticipation. 

I was aware of the increasingly larger vibrating dildos being placed in my vagina, and the alternating of different weights and textures of floggers being used all over my body. A Wartenberg pinwheel ran back and forth across each breast and nipple, down my sides and perhaps over my clit, too. About then, as I was really building to a climax, I heard Mistress Collette say,” Oh my, I can think of another orifice that hasn’t been filled.” And yes, she was referring to the back door.

On my earlier tour of the La Domain dungeon I had noticed some very, VERY large butt plugs and dildos. My hope was that Mistress would at least start with the human rather than bull sized dildos. What Mistress decided on was a rather long vibrating dildo placed waaaay up there where the sun doesn’t shine. Little did I know at that point in time that I would be ordered to leave that dildo in place all night long and that it would be my responsibility to wake during the night to replace the batteries in the control pack that would be tucked into my ropes as I was tucked into bed for the night.

But back to the swinging massage table and the chains and dildos, I soon heard what sounded like the striking of a match and then something very warm was dripping over my nipples, flowing in small streams around my breasts. The sensuous fluid was dripped slowly down the front of my body and onto my pussy. A drop that fell directly on my clit caused me to suck in my breath, but the drops continued and beautiful warmth continued on and on.

Then I heard Mistress Dame comment that she had never seen a cunt completely closed over with wax before.  Um…what?

More later,

Donna

On the Road HNT and a Preview of Cuming Attractions

No early post here at UCTMW this morning... instead we were up and out early, beginning our long mounful drive back to River City.

Of course, Mistress did get a little action this am. When I woke her at the appointed time, she asked if I wanted to have some early AM sex before we left.  I demurred (for fear I would just want to go back to sleep afterwords) but I did make sure Mistress got some wake-up worship.

Yesterday was a nice summation of our time here: leisurely time in bed in the morning; a bike ride up and down our neighborhood hills and valleys; a little time in the sun, and a nap and afternoon sex before heading out for an evening of food and music in a nearby restaurant/bar.

During the afternoon, we gave a call to Donna, our Senior Correspondent, who was celebrating a birthday yesterday. (The CEO likes to reach out to our world wide staff on such ocassions). ANd yes, Donna, Mistress was strutting around the patio naked while you previewed your adventures at La Domaine. Both of us are anxiously awaiting the next installment.

After 10 days or so of nude sunbathing, Mistress really has done away with just about all of those tan lines, as this HNT  (actually 100% NT) photo demonstrates:

I took the first shift driving once we left our adobe abode, and we stopped for a greasy breakfast at a little cafe in southern Colorado. Now Mistress is at the wheel, giving me time to get something up here to amuse the rest of you, using our mobile Wifi gizmo.

But while I was driving, Mistress was engaged in a lengthy text conversation with Francois, back in River City. (Did you think he had disapeared, dear readers?)

Francois and Mistress have been in increasing contact these last few days, as it became apparent that we were actually coming home. and this morning he was weaving an interesting scenario for Mistress involving another woman (with slightly larger breasts), remote controlled butterfly vibrators, and this humble Slave (apparently wearing his cock cage, at least for a while).

It's something to mark on the schedule for an upcoming weekend. Sort of a "house warming" in honor of Mistress's return from River City.

I won't go into all the details, but Francois, if you are out there.... please feel free to fill in the blanks.

Sunset on Our "Honeymoon" Holiday

First off, I apologize to our Senior Correspondent for my delay in getting the first installment of her adventures at La Domaine posted yesterday morning. Somehow the google reader app was a little slow in getting it out there too. If you missed that entry please go back and read it today!  I’m anxious to hear about what happens next, and what type of performance review Donna gives the MIT’s (Mistresses in Training).

Of course, Molly had her own reaction to that concept.

“Hmmm, maybe I should sign up for that training course, Slave…. I probably could learn a few tricks to make you more obedient. You can get a little surly sometimes….”

No doubt, I do. She does a pretty good job  with that riding crop, but I probably am a little pampered compared to some of those Slaves out there.

Sadly, our stay here is coming to an end.  We start that long drive home on Thursday morning, and our reporting until Monday may be a little spotty. Hopefully Donna can give us the next installment of her “investigative report” in the meantime to keep you entertained.

The last two days had us hosting a couple from River City. They were very low maintenance house guests, very gracious, and left us time to ourselves for bike rides and some early morning hi-jinks. Yet we did miss our time to ourselves during their visit. So we are glad they shoved off for our mutual hometown yesterday afternoon, giving us the last day and a half here to ourselves.

“It was a little strange not to be able to walk around naked, Slave…. and what if I had to punish you. I suspect they would have heard.”

Yes, their presence definitely cramped Mistress’s style. And it would have been hard to explain away the slap of her crop on my ass, or my cries of pain.

But by yesterday afternoon, as they pulled down the drive, things got back to “normal”.  Within minutes , Mistress was out on our deck, nude, reading her kindle.

As you can see, her tan lines have all but disappeared over the last ten days. And I couldn’t help but use my camera to share with you her lovely browned bod.

Of course, there are certain risks inherent in nude sun bathing. Like when the Federal Express driver rattles up our drive, and turns around at the end, where Mistress is potentially in plain sight to prying eyes.

Last week, she compounded the problem by popping up excitedly to see who it might be, flashing lots of boob. 

“Mistress…. You may want to just stay low, where he can’t see you….”

By yesterday, she had learned that trick and simply stayed hunkered down in her chaise. So I suspect the driver was oblivious.

AS the sun dipped into the afternoon sky yesterday, and some clouds formed over our mountains, Mistress gave me some direction.

“Slave…. I’m taking a bath. I want you in bed and ready for me when I’m done.”

“Of course, Mistress…..”

When she emerged from her bath, I was directed to insert my “device”, the aneros. 

“I want a particularly hard one from you this afternoon, Slave….”

As things turned out, that was not a problem. And afterwards, we took a nice nap before it was time to prepare dinner.

We lolled about, our privacy restored, reading, watching the news, and noticing the storm clouds gathering and thunder rumbled,  even as the sun set to the West, lighting the sky with its pink glow.  We moved to our front porch to watch the drama unfold, catching both the sunset oin front of us, and the dramatic rainbow above over the local tribe’s sacred mountain.

We’re going to miss it here.