Holiday Greetings from Our CEO

 This is the time of year when those greeting cards arrive with the one or two page insert from folks you've not talked to all year, or even followed on facebook, getting you to up to date on what has happened in their brood over the last year. Maybe that's what inspired Mistress last night to pick up the laptop and compose the following for all of you as we wander into the final days of 2011:

Readers, writers, lurkers, friends and others:

Here are some questions to ponder as we close out 2011

What a year it has been. Mick and I become empty nesters. I have started a new and very full time gig. And, sadly, we seem to  be down  (yes down) to sex once  most days., rahter than our usual twice (We will clean up our act soon, rest assured). 

Thanks to all of you for your commitment to Under Contract and for sticking with us when we were on the lam.

Thanks mostly to my beloved Mick for his devotion to the blog, to me and to our life together. In all seriousness, we do have a great thing. I am grateful for our life each and every day.

A few words about some of our biggest supporters out there:

Donna and Bill:

Thanks for your additions to the team this year. Meeting you was a highlight and we look to Donna for her great writing and humor.

WC:

The blog would not be the same without you. Who would we rely upon to tell us stories that involve the things that one never talks about in polite society? We adore you.

Tammy/Suzanne/Jay:

Your blog is tops. S, we know that you will fully recover. You just must. We read you faithfully.

Aisha:

We think that you HAVE found THE man of your dreams. Trust us on this one. This is THE guy for you.

Nilla:

You were our first encounter in blog meets real life. And your voice and personae is more charming than one can imagine.

Francoise:

You were fun (wherever you are.) The homecuming weekend was epic. Thank you.

If I left anyone off, I am sorry – tired brain tonight!

The questions to ponder as we enter the new year:

1)   Will DC / R  and Mick/Molly find ways to break bread on a regular basis? Likely. yes, we are neighbors.

2)   Will Molly and WC actually consummate their long-suffering lust? Only time will tell.

3)   Will Molly enlist a new DOM? She is tired at the moment. But leopards don’t really change their spots.

Anything else you want answered in the New Year – fire away…but consider this my Happy Holiday greeting.

 

Kisses

Molly Collins

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A Laid Back UCTMW Weekend

With our sweet if sullen teen around over the weekend, the more adventurous aspects of Molly and Mick's adventures had to go a little more underground than we would like.

Nonetheless, it was a relaxing one, time to spend with a new friend (that neighbor who shares a bit of our kink) and old (some folks we dropped into see in Friday night).

We went from a frank conversation at a local bar with R (or DC, the persona he used to comment on Saturday's post) about how our blog got started and some of the twists and turns along the way, to an evening with long time acquaintances who would be "shocked...shocked" if they knew what really went on in our seemingly sedate empty nest.

But that doesn't mean Slave can resist the temptation to throw in a few hints.  When our retired College Prof friend commented on the boots Mistress was wearing - black ones with laces that go up the front - he asked her if it was a hassle to do those laces. I interrupted before Mistress could answer:

"Actually, it's my job to kneel down and do them for her....."

This got a laugh from all on hand, and Mistress had to explain that actually the laces are faux and the boots zip up the back.  (You can see them above, along with our lovingly dorky host, wearing sandals in December!)

Later, when the same College Prof complemented me on my  writing ability -- he's a long time client too -- I told him that it was really going to waste.

"Maybe I should start writing a sex blog..... that would be a whole lot more fun."

Looking around at the small group on hand -- all in their late 50's and into their 60's - I suspect no one even knew what a sex blog was.

Yesterday began with some worship for Mistress. But since she was reading Donna's wonderful parody of the WC's writing style, it was interrupted repeatedly with her guffaws. Try lavishing a woman's luscious clean shaven folds while she is laughing some time.  It's hard work!

Fortunately, once she was done with the blog, Mistress's attention refocused on my efforts, and after a suitable starter cum, she was generous enough to allow me to fuck her.

The rest of the day here was almost embarrassingly laid back, particularly for Slave.  We went to the gym, then Mistress focused on some catch up work while Slave did the grocery shopping and then watched more football than any guy deserves down in my man cave. Amazingly, our local pussycats woke up from their month long hibernation in the 2nd half, and remain alive for the playoffs, at least for another week!

Mistress sat down there in the Cave with me, a busy girl, grinding out some work for one h=of her clients, while trading some text messages with the WC and our new found kinky neighbor. She even got a little more information about him from her Mother, who stopped by in the afternoon to take the sullen teen out to lunch. Her Mom was a little curious about how our paths crossed, and Mistress made up a suitably ambiguous explanation about a political event. But it does sound he's made a very nice impression.

As for the WC.... well, he was trading texts with me too about the fate of his beloved "donkeys". For weeks they had been led from the wilderness by their new "Moses", Tim "God Made Me Do It" Tebow,  But all good bible stories come to an end, and yesterday they ran into a Patriotic Buzz Saw.

In retrospect, it's a shame that Suzanne over at All Mine and the WC did not have a suitable bet on the outcome.

Her "Big Blackie" might have gotten in a little extra action.

Our Senior Correspondent Jockies for a Year End Bonus

Molly and Mick had a tranquil day here in River City. After our wake-up sex there was a trip to the gym and other weekend errands to perform. (They included me listening to my mother recite the same litany of gripes about her condo and other family members that help facilitate transcendental meditation for me ... as in letting my mind wander to a better place while murmuring "oh really" over and over again).

After some work at home we took our daughter to see a new movie, Young Adult, amusing enough with Charlize Thereon playing a "Former Prom Queen from Hell" seeking to reclaim her long lost boyfriend 20 years later. It included close ups of the seemingly painful process Mistress goes through when getting her "feet done" every few weeks. Thank God I was born a man!  Then again, maybe I need to learn to do that process myself to become a more complete servant to Mistress's needs, just as Tammy does over at All Mine.

We did share emails with our local "fan", R who Mistress invited over for a drink sometime when our mutual schedules clear. If you scroll back to yesterday's blog comments you will see he left one as "DC". How weird is it to have a reader who lives just a short stroll away!

But today's blog comes to you courtesy of Donna. AS she notes, the WC has been contributing more of late, and his "how to" blogs have enjoyed amazing popularity among our "vast" audience. AS you can see from the list to the right, his tutorial on "ass fucking" has not reached #1 in the charts, surpassing even our Contract.  No doubt he's thinking about becoming a free agent now, and I'll be hearing from his Agent, some fast talking guy who no doubt also represents his latest sports hero, Tim "God made me do it" Tebow. So who can blame Donna for trying to emulate the WC's inimitable style.

 

Yes! Yes! Yes! Life is good!

The workmen have left with their toolboxes in hand and their low rider jeans, well, riding low. The sawdust has settled, the furniture is in place, and the dishes and pots and pans are in their new cupboards. 

And now, drum roll please, Bill and I can get back to having BDSM passion, fun and sex on a spontaneous basis! Woo-hoo!

The other big excitement for me is that our wedding anniversary is next week. Bill and I were married 33 years ago in the living room of a small house with immediate family in attendance. I will always remember the look of horror on his mother's face that her son was actually going through with this. Although, should I happen to forget, I have my wedding photos where she has two distinct looks, one is abject horror and the other is similar to that of an airline passenger frantically scrambling through the magazines and emergency brochures, desperate to find a barf bag before it's too late. It was too late, and the photos have become a source of great laughter for our kids.

And now it is time for my focus to return to the sex blog. It dawned on me recently that the WC is fast gaining on my word count for the year, and I can't allow that. If there is to be a bonus this year, it will be mine!  I know his posts are read more often than any others except for that one of Mick's, so I need to get on the stick here. After examining the WC's columns and comments, the best I can figure out is that he leaves off the spell-check on his computer while writing and deliberately omits punctuation. He also uses words like ass, cunt and diaper position over and over, and his columns are very short and instructional. 

Okay, I'm ready now, here we go.

Instructuns for a hot spancking:

For optimmum swenging room put the femail over ur lap or over a pilow at the egde of the bed

Let her feet dagnle off to the floor but with her cunt positoned so u can esily reach it

rub her ass and put a fingre in her cunt and rub aorund until she moans

As soon as she relxases, give a solid sweeng of your open hand to her ass

repate eght or ten tmes and then chek her cunt agen

if she is wet, use your fingres to breng her to the egde of cumming - than stop

repeete the spaking of her ass and tell her she cant cum til u say so

when she is screemin that she has to cum or she will die, giv her one more swat

than tell her to cum

repete until u have a hot hand and she has a red hot ass...

No, no, no!  I give up! I just can't write like the WC. *head hanging low*

For now, I'm going to go sit in my quiet, workman free kitchen, have a cup of coffee and ponder all this. 

Donna

AS Donna has so ably demonstrated, it's not quite as easy to rip off the WC's unique writing style as one would think. Maybe I should actually listen to that fast talking agent when he calls. I don't want to get outbid by Sin, Aisha, or Riff Dog or we'll never ever make that 100 Top Sex Bloggers List!

--
Molly and Mick Collins

Molly and Mick Meet a Fan

You may have noticed a pattern that Molly and Mick breached last night.

When the nest was empty, we tended to spend our Friday evenings at home: maybe some exercise, time between the sheets, a "picnic" dinner, catch up on some TV episodes we had missed.

But with our teen home for her Holiday break -- already complaining that she's "bored" - the two of us had some Friday night plans. We did not wander back to the no longer empty nest until way past our usual bed time.

The first order of business was meeting one of the Blog's followers. He is a  fellow who had gotten in touch with us via email when it became apparent from allusions in the blog that "River City" was alos his home town.

Now Molly and Mick took this step with some trepidation. I mean we had just come home from that cozy Yurt in  On-the-Lam-It-Stan only a month or so ago, where we hid out with help from the Sex Bloggers Protection Program, after fear that our cover might had been blown.

(In case you are wondering how things are going in the Yurt, we recently got a holiday card photo from the new tenants..... they don't look they are having as much fun as we did there... but they mentioned that the Yaks are still pining for the WC!)

In any event, after exchanging a few messages, and realizing that our "fan" -- we'll call him R-- had stuck his own neck out into the risk zone too, we figured the old cold war MAD doctrine (mutually assured destruction) would provide enough comfort to allow us to blow our covers to him.

We met up after work at a bar in the University part of town, and had a great time over drinks, pulling the curtain back on life at the UCTMW World HQ, sharing some inside information that explained a bit about the twists and turns of our mutual adventures.

Yes, that was Mongolia over at "Mistress and Slave on the Lam". No we weren't really there!


And since this is a very small town in many ways, it turns out there was a good deal of overlap in our work and social lives. He has a daughter a year behind where ours was last year at the local High.... and lives just a few blocks away.

He was shocked to know the identity of Mistress's Mom.... with whom he interacts at work....

"She's got a bit of the Domme in her too...."

So right, R, even setting aside the fetishy shoes she prefers.

And as it turns out, he was even at the same Bar Mitzvah we attended a few weeks back, described with some veiled allusions in an episode of Mistress and Slave on the Lam. I forgot to ask whether he just showed up for the grand lunch spread or suffered through the long ceremony the way some of us did.

We all enjoyed taking about some of the characters in our alternative blog universe. Donna, the WC, and the folks over at All Mine too came up.  He's following you guys too.

We parted saying that we should try to get together again. I mean we are neighbors. How to arrange that with some of our mutual friends around would be kind of funny.... each knowing the layers of intrigue lurking below the mundane suburban Moms and Dads surface.... I mean, is Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights (as she was last night).... or is Slave in his cage?

Afterwords, as we headed to another Holiday party, just down the street, I asked Mistress what she thought.

"He's kind of hot, Slave....."

Enough said.