Back for Our Blogiversary....

Molly and Mick are back.... right here in good old River City. After a month on the proverbial lam (check out the adventures of "Simone and Sam" over the last month at Mistress and Slave on the Lam), we figured the "security breach" that led us to close things down here in a bit of a panic has been mitigated. Hopefully we are right about that....

And it happens that today is the 2nd Anniversary of UCTMW. Two years, nearly 800 posts, and lots of prurient adventures for Molly, Mick and some of our collected friends.  I've played with our cover page here, allowing you to find some of our most popular posts, and added Francois to our burgeoning global staff.

So now that we've been evacuated from On-the-Lam-It-Stan, it's back to the more mundane activities that characterize our work-a-day lives.

As for yesterday.... well, it took more than a few tours through the showers to scour away the fragrant scent of smoldering Yak dung that we brought back home with us. It's nice to be in a place where we heat with natural gas, despite the impact on global warming.

Slave and Mistress had to put a hold on our typical switch activities because our little Co-ed was here to welcome us home, and also go to the big River City football game with me and two of my friends.

Bur rest assured that we got it on here in more traditional style. I even deployed Mistress's favorite power tool to make sure we replicated as best as possible that switch day atmosphere at the UCTMW World HQ. In return, Mistress taunted her work-a-day cock to a fine state of frenzy with those lush lips before she allowed me to fuck her.

Things were surprisingly unchanged despite our month long absence... the leaves still needed to be raked, the kittens were still "cute", and the outcome of the big game was all too familiar, though the local pussycats did show that they belonged on the same field as last year's Super Bowl team. Around here we call that progress.

During our absence, Mistress started a new job. It's a great new challenge and opportunity for her. But it's been taking up more time than she would like, and has cut into those office worship visits. Maybe I will need to visit her more if she can find a little private space at this modern open floor plan office she now calls home.

Of course, it's also gotten colder here, kicking off "tights season". ANd you know what that does for this Slave.

Sadly, Mistress is up too early today. She's driving to our State's "North Coast" with a colleague, and needs to leave way too early. That probably puts the kabosh on wake-up sex.... but hopefully she will have time for a little pre-drive worship.

To tie up one loose end.... Sin and Aisha asked what will happen to that heard of loyal Yaks who served us so well when we were in hiding in that lovely Yurt.  Fortunately, we've found a home for them at a local farm. What's great about that is that if the WC ever does make arrangements to come visit and deploy his special occasion cock with our CEO, we can arrange a conjugal visit with the Yaks too.  They've missed him ever since he bedded down with them in the Yak shed a few weeks ago!

Mistress and Slave Heading Home

Look for a post here tomorrow, as Molly and Mick emerge from the shelter  of the Sex Blogger Protection Program.

In case you wondered where we disappeared check out our adventures over the last 30 days at Mistress and Slave on the Lam.

Molly and Mick Jump the Shark

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:

“Say goodnight, Mick.”

Say goodnight, Molly.”

From the Desk of Our CEO

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.