We're Baaaack.... and so is Our Senior Correspondent

Mistress and Slave are back in River City, and the lights are back on here at UCTMW.  Suffice it to say that it's been hard to adjust to the gloom and dreary routine after 10 days of skiing and relaxing out in our high desert hideaway.  .... Let alone the time shift. Thankfully, Donna stepped up to the plate and came up with this contribution to get us rolling again.And it's particularly timely in light of the Junior Senator from Kentucky's hissy fit yesterday because he had to submit to the same TSA "indignity" as lowly everyday travelers such as ourselves. My sweet Bill likes to keep me up to date with technological advances, especially those having to do with security. I received an email from him recently that I found somewhat disturbing. Here it is: Anti-Theft ID Breakthrough: For people who become stressed when asked to prove their identities by biometric scans of fingerprints, hand prints or eyeballs, Japan's Advanced Institute of Industrial Technology has developed a chair frame that authenticates merely by sitting down: a butt-scanner. Professor Koshimizu's device produces a map of the user's unique derriere shape, featuring 256 degrees of pressure at 360 different points and could be used not only to protect vehicles from theft but also, when connected to a computer, to prevent log-ons by those with unauthorized posteriors. Great. You know the government will take the cheapest route possible on this and we're going to end up having some TSA person use an ink roller on our butts and have to make butt prints to get through airport security. Will those with bigger butts have yet another fee added for the price of additional ink needed to cover the larger territory? Or, you never know, TSA might make us sit on printers for a butt photo. I've actually made a few of those. But Bill assures me it will all be done with scanners and electronics.  I wonder, though, if a butt taser situation might develop with some snarly TSA person pushing a button that zaps the crap out of any butt in the scanning chair that doesn't match on the first try.  And then, the next concern that crossed my mind had to do with those of us who have some spanking action as a regular part of our lives. Would my butt scan be different pre and post spanking?  Bill says he thinks it might, depending on the heat generated and the impact marks.  Now I had an A-#1 spanking on Saturday morning. It was what Bill refers to as a multipurpose spanking. The bare handed portion of the program was to bring up the caboose of the UCTMW train on the Patriots/Broncos bet from the weekend before. The flogging part was to settle up with a whole list of words I wasn't suppose to say, like...well, I'm not even going to write them and risk that wrath again, let me tell you...and the third section, the cropping segment of the event, was supposedly for "good measure", whatever the crap that means. But you know, it just didn't seem prudent to ask Bill for clarification mid-swing. Now, if I had been in a situation of going directly from the spanking to a butt-scanner chair, my butt would have been striped and much, much warmer than it usually is. In an office or airport situation, that could result in alarms going off and teams of hot men running to me, insisting I drop my panties so they could get an up-close look, and maybe even photographic evidence. Okay, leaving the fantasy of the hot guys behind, now I have concerns for those people who sit on the commode reading a book for ages and end up with a red ring on their rumps. Bad enough they risk hemorrhoids, but wouldn't that red ring interfere with an accurate butt scan, too? Maybe this whole butt scanning situation requires a bit more research before being put into practical use. Wouldn't you agree? Donna

Going Dark for a While

Mistress and Slave are heading West for about 10 days tomorrow. We are thinking that it will be an hiatus without the blog for a change. So we've turned out the lights here at UCTMW.

Those of you who have pre-clearance can access things. For those that don't ... well, they'll will know how the followers of Riff Dog feel, who takes those long breaks between posts.

So, until weturn things back on..... enjoy!

Peek-a-Boo Tights Meet Leather Seats

Mistress had several places to be yesterday morning, so we drove to work separately. At around 9 am she called me, after leaving the dentist, and on the way to a breakfast meeting.

"Slave.... I'm wearing this skirt today with the big slits...." (It's black, of course, and has several long flaps that look quite modest as she walks around but can separate when she sits).

"Yes,,,, you look nice in it, Mistress."

"Well when I sit on these leather seats, those pleats part, and my "parts" rub up against the leather seat with these peek-a-boo tights on..."

"How's that feel, Mistress?"

"It's a little.....ummmm.... sexy, Slave....."

"Makes you horny?"

"Makes me think about sex, Slave...."

"Oh, poor you...."

After work we met up at a local captain of industry's home, for a reception for a state wide official that Mistress met several years ago. She's a charming woman, and she and Mistress shared a private lunch together back in 2010 before she was quite well known.

Of course, sometimes political poo-bahs easily forget the folks they met along the way. But this woman immediately recognized Mistress, giving her an affectionate hug.

The lady looked at me and shared words of wisdom.

"Mick.... you must have a wild and crazy life with this beautiful lady....."

We shared a knowing look.

"I couldn't agree with you more", I said.

"If  you only knew....", Mistress added.

Afterwords we got home,   I made sure that the first order of business was to relieve Mistress of all that undischarged sexual tension that built up from her clean shaven folds sliding to and fro across those soft leather seats.

"You must have suffered terribly today, Mistress...."

Malled

Poor Mistress.

Due to some problems with her relatively new laptop, she had to spend way too many hours at the local mall over the weekend at the Apple Store. Our whole family has been hooked on Apple for many years. I can't even count how many table and lap-top computers we've bought over the years. Then there are the I-pods, and I-phones. Our kids seem to go through those all too quickly, so Mistress has gotten used to working the system at the Apple Store to fix and (often) replace products on the fritz.

Somehow she talked the folks at the Apple Store over the weekend to replace her 3 month old laptop with a new one because the spacer key was not working. Of course, that also required moving all her "stuff" from her "old" computer to the brand new one.

And that doesn't happen instantaneously.... so last evening Mistress and Slave had to go back to the Apple Store one more time to pick up that new computer with all of the important stuff (you know, pictures of the WC's special occasion cock) moved onto it. 

Now Slave does not do well in Malls.  They may be the one place that clearly raises my blood pressure. And this Mall is a real monster. There were the people lined up to force feed at the Cheese Cake Factory (is there any less appealing name for a restaurant?) the packed parking lot (why are folks packing a mall two weeks after Christmas?) and all the usual suspect merchandisers (do people still buy stuff at Eddie Bauer).

And the Apple Store was absolute chaos. Didn't those places used to have a soothing Jobsian feel to them. Cool people looking at cool stuff with cool helpful (if geeky) staff to help you?

Now the place is filled to the rafters with cranky consumers, arrogant staffers specializing in putting you off, all attached to an I-pad to explain you are too early or too late for your appointment.

It was driving me crazy. So I adjourned to the "Mall-way" with my Times and let Mistress struggle with the Apple-acracy.

Mistress was not pleased, either about my disappearing act or my sarcasm.

"I'm a little tired of your grousing, Slave."

Nonetheless, Mistress was pretty indulgent when we got home. We deferred dinner to allow for some worship, and then some robust end of the day sex in the Executive Suite. Of course, Mistress kept those special peek-a-boo tights on, which presses some buttons for me.

But it became clear that a punishment is coming.

"I'm glad we have that riding crop in our  Mountain Hideaway, Slave....  because it's going to be put to good use...."

Oops.