No doubt you’ve heard the phrase before. Here’s a definition from the “Urban Dictionary”:
“A term to describe the moment when something that was once great has reached a point where it will now decline in quality and popularity.
Origin of this phrase comes from a Happy Days episode where the Fonz jumps a shark on water skis.”
We can all think of that moment, and often they are only seen in the rear view mirror:
For Blockbuster, it was the advent of Netflix.
For the record industry it was the I-Pod.
For Rick Perry, it was the day he got into the GOP Presidential race.
For the Office it was Jim and Pam’s wedding.
Well folks, after some deliberation, both before and after having some thrilling wake up sex this morning, Molly and Mick have concluded that UCTMW officially jumped the shark with Home Cuming weekend.
It was a thrill. It was pressing any number of boundaries for us. But it also created a security risk that probably requires us to close down shop here, at least for a while.
And, quite frankly, we can’t figure anyway to one up ourselves after those three “episodes”.
Yikes.
What a weekend.
And maybe it's time.
The purpose of the blog, and the contract it arose from, was to cement Mistress’s sense of security and trust with her Slave.
That Mission seems to have been accomplished. We are both in a good, happy and trusting place together.
And some new adventures await that will clearly sap some of our blogging time over the next few months: Mistress starts a new career phase in about 10 days. No doubt the hours will be longer and the tasks more challenging until she gets her arms around this new opportunity.
For Mick…. Well we are already deep into the next election cycle, and that will be taking more of my mental and physical energy, as well as keeping my day job viable.
So maybe we should count on spending a little more time in bed together in the mornings, and a little less time at the key board.
Of course, the Contract remains in effect.
“You will still be my Slave, won’t you?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
Don’t worry. We won’t disappear altogether. You will still be getting our comments on your blogs. And maybe we can finally persuade our Senior Correspondent to do a “spin off” that the rest of you can follow. She can be the Rhoda to Mary Tyler Moore. Or something.
WC and B are still invited to visit us in our Mountain Branch office. (Any bets on whether they will ever make it?)
Who knows, when the dust settles here, there could by a new version of UCTMW – in some other guise or name – to pick up where we left off. You will be among the first to know all about it.
So after nearly 2 years (we started mid-November 2009) of (just about) daily entries, and more than 450,000 accumulated page views:
Rarely do I post. While I may have a “leadership role” in our bizarre little enterprise, this is Mick’s domain. Recent developments necessitate my words.
Donna and Bill are (far and away) two of the most real and warmest folks we have ever met. The Under Contract world led us to one another. I am certain that we will be lifelong friends.If nothing else, our foray into the “sex” blog trade has introduced us to individuals who have positively impacted our lives. Donna and Bill personify that definition.
Now, WC, You know darn well how we feel about you and importantly that you have helped me tremendously. You too are a lifelong compadre. And yes, I do want to experience your massive special occasion cock. Bring it on!
Francoise, WOW! When Mick determined to find a “friend,” he found right with you. You have turned out to be more than we could have ever hoped for. You have provided across-the-board stimulation to us. I have dubbed you the sex fairy. Your prowess, wit, good taste and sense of adventure/pleasure is unrivaled.
With regard to sex readers, I know that it you come to read about sex…but that is the story for Mick to tell. I enjoy it immensely and the last four days have delivered more that I could have ever anticipated. It satisfied on all levels.
For me it is about connections, always has been. Intimacy is big with me and that is physical, mental, emotional and psychological. Mick is the love of my life – as the WC has told me again and again; Mick and I do have a great love affair.
Has it always been perfect? Heck no. We came together all of those year’s ago around sex and then had life to contend with. We raised four girls, worked ourselves to the bone, acquired too much real estate and other “stuff”, traveled well, made good friends and enjoyed each other (still do, always will) Or as a crazy Republican Campaign slogan in the late 60’s once ranted, “Now more than ever.”
I would not be the wife of Mick Collins if I lacked the ability to weave politics into each and every maneuver.
Table Stakes, readers. Table Stakes.
But our lives now (at this moment) are the best ever. And I am ever so grateful.
What all of you (and this blog) has provided us is the ability to live with unbridled sexual optimism. Candidly, it has redefined how I think about sex – while I have always loved it, we are operating on a whole new level.
Home cuming weekend provided laughter, fun and adventure. Yes, while I was fucking DD, we laughed – we are both really cock girls.
Where does this go? Who Knows? All I know is that it feels like happiness and that is a good thing.
Mick jokes that it takes a village to satisfy me – at any rate, I am liking this village.
Love,
Molly
PS
And I am sitting in a conference room at Mick’s office writing this …where his slightly dorky, but very earnest partner keeps stopping in to talk to me…we have joked before that he adores me. And I am laughing to myself. If he only knew. And being the slut that I am…I would be happy to apply my accumulated oral skills, because why not? I’m not into denial.
I'm the sort who's body clock wakes me at the same time every morning. and it was sometime after 2:45 am when home cumming weekend post game festivities wrapped up here at the UCTMW World HQ.
And of course, there is no way I can do the evening justice in a bleary eyed, Sunday morning post.
I mean, if I started at the restaurant, where Molly, Mick and Francois met Didi (sorry Babette, you blew it!), and she went to the ladies room to don the matching butterfly vibrator Francois handed her, then I'd be here all day filling in the details of our evening and I'd miss my chance for some post orgy wake-up sex with Mistress.
So instead I thought I'd toss you a photo montage from our post meal "gathering" here at the World HQ, and let the pictures speak for themselves.... more details later dearest followers!
Here's Mistress, warming up for things to come.
Of course, it was my task to make sure Mistress, and later Didi, were sufficiently preped for Francois's pleasure. and give Francois credit for multi-tasking, knowing even when his own cock is being "fluffed" by Didi, that Mistress is on the verge and needs his iconic direction of "Now, Now, Now" before she is allowed to come from the ministrations of her Slave's well practiced tongue.
As for Didi, well, she is quite the specimen. Funny, informed, and very very strong. I'm still wondering, how did Francois find a former body builder who could bench press three three of us all at once? Obviously, the puny sports wrap he had brought could not hold her.
Indeed, for someone who claimed that she was interesting in playing the submissive, it wasn't long before she seemed to be in charge of the evening's proceedings.
I was happy to be a role player: doing my best to worship both of the lovely women. But I found that with my head buried between thighs. and lavishing attention on clean shaven cunts, I missed some of the action unfolding around me.
I heard exclamations about hot wa on nipples, and ice cubes stuffed up cunts, but have no direct eye witness knowledge to report on. Next time we may want to attach a small video camera to one of the cats, who both were hovering nearby. Hopefully they were not traumatized.
At some point, after Mistress mercifully unlocked my cock cage, I was directed to retrieve the strap on and a selection of dildos. A riding crop too, though Francois ruled that what I came back with was not a crop at all but some sort of dressage whip.
Details, details.
At first it was unclear who would be using the strap on on who. (Or is it whom?). I must say I was a little sheepish about being put on display as the receptacle. But things turned out quite well. Mistress did an excellent job with it on Didi, after we adjourned to a bedroom.
By now it was Didi's birthday, and my switch day. She was treated to quite a nice strap-on fucking by Mistress (I believe it may have been a first for both of them). And to add a little spice, I gave Mistress a nice spanking to help them both get to suitably robust cums. (Now that I think of it, we should have given Didi the birthday spanking too!)
As they cuddled and fondled in bed, Francois and I realized we had become redundant, and adjourned downstairs for some coffee. What a shame there was no billiard room and cigars to end our evening.
When we came back upstairs, Didi was displaying another unique talent (other than the ability to kick all of our asses). She was executing a marvelous massage on Mistress, and soon was spreading the joy to the rest of us.
This morning, as I patrolled the house, I found the detritus of our wild and crazy evening.
The above was on that bedroom floor. and below, on the arm of the living room couch. I wonder if Mistress will remember being flogged on the ass by her Slave as she rode Francois's cock and Didi squeezed her nipples?
(Don't worry, the knives are purely decorative. No "edge play" allowed at the World HQ! You have to draw a line somewhere.)
Happy Birthday Didi! Hope we made it a memorable one.
Last night was the first evening of “Home Cumming Weekend” here at the UCTMW World HQ, as organized by Francois, a bon vivant if there ever was one. Imagine Hunter S. Thompson, but at 6’5”, with a fondness and facility for gourmet food and kinky sex rather than designer drugs and southern comfort and you have a sense of what we were dealing with here last evening.
Mistress had called me during the day regarding the evolution of our evening’s plans even as we spoke.
“He’s not sure whether Babette will be a show or no show tonight, Slave… so he’s thinking maybe we cook dinner at our house tonight, then go to the restaurant tomorrow night.”
Of course, Slave was flexible on such things. This was Mistress’s evening, and she had surrendered the logistics to Francois, as a good little subby should.
But before we get into the details. I want to flash back two nights and provide you with our Senior Correspondent’s report on Wednesday’s staff conference:
The staff meeting at UCTMW World Headquarters this week went exceptionally well.
The first thing you should know is that Molly is absolutely gorgeous. She is intelligent, well read, and has a kick-ass sense of humor. She totally deserves every bit of the worship she receives from Mick, the WC and Francois!
Mick is no slouch, either, ladies. He is a fine looking man, with one of those disarming smiles that some men have at their disposal. Mick has a contagious laugh and rapier wit that make everyone around join in the fun. He totally deserves to have a beautiful woman like Molly as his partner and Domme.
Mick was the chef for the after meeting dinner event and served a delicious meal that we all enjoyed while discussing all manner of interesting thing, many having to do with sex, of course. I realized I should have suggested Bill go a bit slower with the wine when, as we dined sitting in Mick and Molly’s beautiful candlelit dining room, Bill began sharing a detailed description, accompanied by sound effects, of the ways in which the sounds I make during intercourse and BDSM scenes have changed over the years.
Although all staff members were notified of the meeting date with enough forewarning to make adjustments to schedules, both Francois and WC were conspicuously absent. Francois had suffered a tear on his foreskin, poor baby, but I think we could have taped some popsicle sticks on each side and allowed it to heal in the open air here at headquarters, don’t you? The WC, well I guess the renowned Assotologist had other asses to kiss, because he didn’t make an appearance, although he did call to say hello and talk to Bill for a bit.
WC and Francois really do live on the edge. As anyone who has been involved in the world of staff meetings or committee work knows, it is a dangerous thing to not be in attendance when assignments for the coming year are being handed out. It is not my place to discuss the changes in their job descriptions, that would be up to Mistress and Mick, but I will share that there was a fair amount of laughter when that situation was discussed.
Oh, I can’t believe I almost forgot…a special thanks to Mick for having ties attached to the bedposts in the guestroom for us. How thoughtful!
Sincerely,
Donna
We are thrilled that Bill and Donna made it to the staff conference, and also had some fun down river with ‘Nilla and Aisha. Let’s just hope that they’ve not blown out the corporate expense budget on rental vehicles, air fares, in room entertainment, sex toys, and fancy meals from portal to portal. I do trust they’ve gotten home safely by now.
Now where was I …. Ahhh, last night with Francois, Molly and Mick.
I’m only going to share a few highlights, since, well…. I slept late and Slave has his needs…..
The menu:
-Rack of Lamb cut into lollipops, dredged in marinade of cumin and other exotic spices, then broiled to perfection by Francois.
-A dessert concoction served by the spoon full featuring some strange orange dutch liquour and a dollop of whipped cream on top, and accompanied by some kama sutra chocolates Francois made himself with his x-rated molds.
Mistress was suitably restrained as her men cooked, with some interesting pink tape Francois brought along with the rack of lamb and chocolates.
The conversation:
Again, there should have been a recording secretary (Donna, you were right, you should have driven back up here yesterday). Suffice it to say we covered the gamut from genocide to the proper male to female ratio for orgasms. (Women get many), and why restaurants have hooks beneath the bar (to affix leashes).
Molly “confessed” that she had an orgasm while sucking Francois’s cock the other day without manual stimulation or penetration.
“That’s stage two, Mick…. Soon she will be at stage three, when she comes just because I’m speaking to her in French.”
Compelling.
After the main course, it seemed time for a “digestive’ before we turned to dessert.
Mick: “Why don’t you let me clean up, and you two can go upstairs and have sex.”
Mistress looked at me, a little bug eyed. I think she thought I would have a little trouble with all this…. But Mick was quite cool and very entertained (ans stimulated) by the big grin on Molly’s face when confronted by the mutual attentions of her two lovers.
Francois: “You mean I have to do all the work? You need to make her wet for me, cuk.”
Mick: “Excellent idea.”
At first Mistress seemed confused. But soon I had her removing her jeans and colorful lacy panties, and reclining in a stuffed arm chair in the corner of our dining room.
Francois gave her a spoonful of dessert, a little preview, as I devoured her sopping juices.
Mick: “Actually she’s quite wet already, Francois…. But I’m happy to verify for you….”
Mistress seemed a little embarrassed by her obvious arousal, and squirmed in the chair as I lavished her with attention as Francois looked on.
Molly: “who wouldn’t be turned on with all this talk and all these men at my beck and call.”
Who indeed.
Mistress pushed me away as she was on the verge of cumming…. Saving it for the main event I suppose, and the two went upstairs as I devoted myself to clean up duty. About 20 minutes later they were back down stairs, Mistress naked but for a lacy top, and lavishing her slave with kisses.
And so it went…. Dessert …. Then a late night visit to a downtown restaurant where Francois is a regular. So regular in fact that he turned the remote control to Mistress’s butterfly vibrartor over to an eager young waiter who had fun teasing Mistress with it until well past midnight.
It was amusing to watch those sudden jolts and squirms as he teased her, much to the amusement of the two males book ending her at the bar.
Today’s agenda: while Slave is doing some yard work, and watching his college football team, Mistress is going to visit Francois at his home. And there will be dinner out tonight.
And as for Babette? Well she may or may not show, but apparently there is a back-up.
“Oh yes…. I’ve interviewed another one. Didi. I think you two will be impressed. We need to use that other butterfly after all.”
See, you can tell Francois has a military background. Meticulous contingency planning.
