The Wager

As those who follow our blog and All Mine know, a potential confrontation is brewing in the NFL Playoffs: our local pussycats will play the All Mine crew's favorite team, the New England Patsies, if (and it's a big if) our team can beat the Houston Texans this afternoon.

Of course, any NFL player has been brainwashed to say you must take "one game at a time". It's absolute heresy to be publicly acknowledging that there may be another  game on the horizon that could be a whole lot more interesting. But then again, this Irishman would never have cut it as an NFL player anyway..... and if we don't write this  blog today, well...... it could be years before we can discuss some comparable wager with our friendly competitors in sex blogland.

Last night, after Mistress rode my cock to several rather dramatic cums, we walked down to our local watering hole. On the way, I brought up the topic of the wager.

"We could go vanilla, Mistress.... wager them a week at our Mountain hideaway against a week at Suzanne's New England lake house."

"That would be nice, Slave.... but a little out of character, don't you think?"

"I suppose so....way too bland for a sex blog.... How about this....if our pussycats win, you get to ride the trophy cock?"

Mistress always seems to derive her best cums in the female superior position.... doing it with Jay's legendary Trophy cock would certainly make her toes curl.

"Ahhhh..... now you're talking, Slave.... but only if Suzanne is cool with it."

"Of course, it;s up to her to agree to the terms..... but what if the pussycats lose.... what would they get?"

We tossed this one around a bit. A bet that Jay would get to take Mistress in any way he saw fit would be a little too "tails Mistress win, heads she wins too", wouldn't it?  Plus what would Suzanne or Tammy get out of such a wager?

"How about this Mistress.... we go visit them and act as their Subs for the weekend.... Suzanne keeps alluding to her hankering  for a female sub.... and maybe Tammy could use a couple of days relief from the household chores...."

"Ahhh..... that sounds reasonable Slave.... as  long as you don't have to wear any diapers.... I'm really not into that....."

So there you go.... that's our proposal Suzanne, Jay and Tammy.... let's see who wins this afternoon's game, and then let us know what terms you would prefer.. I'm not too worried about spending a weekend washing Suzanne and Tammy's lingerie while Mistress takes on more intimate duties.... at least not yet.

Preview of Cumming Attractions

It's been too long since Mistress and Slave have spent time at their Mountain Hideaway. Work  and the Co-Ed's college schedule has kept us tethered to the UCTMW World HQ through the holidays. But next Thursday, barring some unforeseen disaster, we will be heading West for about 10 days for some skiing and R&R.

Who knows, we may even have company. The WC and his wife B have an open invitation to come down and visit. We promise to show them a "good time".

Last night, as we were having a long, slow and luscious session in the Executive Suite, Mistress asked what is a typical question here from the Publisher, "So what are you going to write about tomorrow, Slave?"

Typically, if I already have some ideas on the next day's edition, I am a little coy. But last night I asked her for some advice.

"Not sure, Mistrsess. Any ideas?"

"How about some pictures from our Mountain West HQ, to show folks what we might be up to?"

Slave never disregards Molly's advice on editorial policy. So here are a few shots of our Mountain activities from the UCTMW archives.

 No doubt there will be snow at this time of year where this photo was taken, but it gives you and idea about the lovely vistas we will be seeing as we ski our local mountain.

While it's bound to be a little colder at 6500 feet this time of year than it was when this photo was taken, my guess is that Mistress will find a warm afternoon on our patio to catch some sun.

But let's not fool ourselves, there will be some snow too!

The Therapist

Very early yesterday morning, when Mistress and Slave were engaged in a pre-dawn sexual marathon, we got talking....

For us, a little verbal speculation and story telling adds fuel to our considerable fires... and no one has ever been indicted for being a sexual arsonist, right?

Somehow, the evening before, we had discussed a therapist I had visited with in our pre-contract days, when we were trying to patch things together after Slave's "indiscretion". She was a wise, grandmotherly type, who did a good job of cutting through my BS in a non-judgmental way, holding up a mirror so I could see with clarity why I had "stepped in it", at the peril of my own well being and my most important relationships.

But when this conversation was revisited the next morning, as I grazed on Mistress's clean shaven folds, and she gripped my engorging cock, it was  re-imagined with Mistress in the role of a different sort of therapist.

(Have we mentioned here that Mistress has an MA in Psychology?  She's never used it as a therapist or counselor, but maybe some day....)

"I could see you playing that role, Mistress.... but with a twist..."

"How so, Slave....."

"Well.... maybe as a "last chance" option for wives  to bring their wandering husbands...."

By now I'm teasing a nipple, and Mistress's grip on my balls and cock is tightening.

"And how would that work?"

"Naturally, there would be waivers signed... to cover any potential claims arising from your unconventional, experimental approach...., both by the husband and the wife."

"Of course, Slave.... but go on."

It was around this time that Mistress instructed me to retrieve her Hitachi.

"Your approach would be a complete mental re-conditioning, Mistress....some hands-on retraining that would turn the miscreant husband  into someone who longs only to worship his mate, the way I worship you....."

At this point Mistress had become a little distracted by the powerful tool engaged at the juncture of those well conditioned thighs. But she was still trying to focus on the story.

"And how would I do that Slave?'

'Well it would have to be very interactice..... That first session would end with him between these thighs, discovering the convenience of your peek-a-boo tights."

"And after that?"

"A cock cage of course.... with two keys.... one for you, and one for the wife...., a very disciplined approach to when, where, how and with whom your patient could cum."

"What if the wife was not into this sort of thing....."

"I suspect you would have to train her some to, though some women would probably be more than happy to delegate the 'dirty work' to you....."

"You mean the ass fucking, Slave...."

"Exactly...."

Somewhere, at around this point in the story, there was an intermission, and Mistress thrashed and moaned her way through a rather intense cum, and demanded that I  fuck her.

And the story was set aside, as I eagerly followed her explicit instruction.  But I'm thinking we may need to resume this story line in a few moments, after I shut down the laptop.

But, 'Nilla, feel free to flesh this one out. (I guess there could be a gender reversal too.)

Re-Emptying the Nest

Busy day here in River City.... Mistress and Slave headed back to a new year of work. And Slave had the duty of returning the cute Co-Ed to her campus digs later in the afternoon.

Fortunately, I was fortified with an early afternoon drop by in my office. Mistress had been to a business lunch at that stuffy bastion of the local business poo-bahs, so was dressed rather conservatively, long hair up, black suit, the standard black tights and boots. 

But as she settled into her throne it became obvious that she was still in those peek-a-boo tights, giving her Slave easy access to those clean shaven folds.

After she was appropriately satisfied, her Slave was off to pick up the Co-Ed, driving her and a friend to their campus, about an hour away.

Both of us were home at about 6:30 pm, "missing" our lovely daughter, but also relaxed and ready for some private time. I made sure to start things out with some more bedside worship, after Mistress stripped off that business dress and settled back on the bed.

The rest of our evening was indulgent - at least for me: reading the paper, watching the coverage of that zany Iowa caucus, salivating over the bloodletting to come as the Tea Partiers eat their young.  Mistress was busy on a work project, but the ambiance was casual. I heated up some Chili Mistress had made Sunday for our post football game dinner.

We also did a little internet shopping, following up on some tips our readers had left the other day when I made it known that we needed some replacement accessories for Mistress's strap on.  I screened the recommendations, then Mistress had some input.

We've focused on these two models:

This is the "SLIM JIM", as they say at EdenFantasies:

"If slim and slender is what you're after then try out this fantastic, realistically shaped dildo and its harness compatible base. Made of high quality silicone, this wonderful piece is completely hypoallergenic and latex free, providing safe and healthy play in and on the body. The soft and smooth silicone makes for comfortable insertion and penetration while the flexible but solid body creates lifelike sensations for incredible stimulation..."

I kind of like the "Slim" part of the description.

The other one is a little higher end and tricked out in a way that Mistress finds intriguing:

This is the feeldoe slim (you hear a theme here.... I don't think I want the feeldoe "hefty" or "more" just yet. 

Here's the marketing pitch on this little puppy:

"Made for a woman by a woman, the Feeldoe® is the world's only strapless strap-on and multi-use toy for adults, but that's just one of the many ways to use this unbelievably versatile dildo/strap-on.
Unlike other double dildos, the Feeldoe® is contoured to fit the body.
The bulb end is held inside the vagina by contracting the vaginal muscles, and the ridged portion creates friction during sex to arouse the clitoris..."

Mistress thinks we should get two. You never know whether another candidate for her strap on might show up at the door.

So.... after doing our shopping, and falling to sleep with the not so dulcet tones of Rachel Maddow and Chris Matthews in our ears, it should come as no big surprise that Mistress woke up a little earlier than normal. And when that happens there are certain needs that must be met.

Suffice it to say there was oral worship, some fucking through the aperture of those black tights, a then a lengthy resort to the Hitachi Magic Wand.

"I think I am becoming an addict to this Slave...."

"Not a problem.... it takes a little stress off of my tongue and jaws.... that's why we were given the mental chops to make tools, Mistress. It distinguishes us from lower forms of life...."