Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day

Here in River City it's actually snowing this morning. We've had little of it this winter, so who can complain. But since Mistress has an early curtain call at work this morning, and her Slave wants to make sure he gets the chance to exercise his morning sex privileges, I may make this morning's entry brief.  One does have to prioritize.

But I did want to cover a few things....

First, Aisha pointed out yesterday that the UCTMW "hit counter" was blowing past 500,000 yesterday. Actually, there is a separate meter on the page in smaller print that passed 500,000 last week, and over at StatCounter the number is higher, and always inconsistent with what googles internal measurements show. So who knows?  It does amaze me that we get more than 1000 page views most days, about 600 unique visitors, and about 150 each day who are back again..... it reminds me of that old Film Noir cliche "move on, there's nothing to see here...."

What's more amazing is where all those readers come from. Yes, most are from the good old USA.  But we have regular "check-ins" from all across Europe, Asia, Russia, Australia, etc.   Who dat hunk anyone would be cruising to read about the adventures of the aging Mick and his lovely Mistress/ Slave wife.  Of course, it could be they are just searching for hot images to "inspire" them, and we share those from time to time too, don't we?  I do wish we'd get more commenters from all those lurkers though.  The comments are what keep us going here at the blog, even on cold snowy mornings.

We do try to make sure to post something everyday.... we'd hate to disappoint that guy from Kiev who wants to see what's happening at UCTMW when he logs in each morning at the Smoking Samovar Cyber Cafe and Stripper Lounge.  But sometimes that's a little tough. Like next week.... Mistress and Slave will be traveling to Europe ..... no not for a blog signing tour ..... but to visit our younger sullen teen, who had been "studying" there for the last 6 months. Hard to believe we've not seen her for that long.

Slave figures it may be hard to post from there, sharing a small apartment with her in one of Europe's romantic cities, so I've arranged for Donna, our Senior Correspondent to slide into the Executive Editor's seat for the week.... I;m sure you will enjoy her reporting.  Don't covet her though fellow bloggers when you go on your own holidays.  I made her sign a non-compete!

Finally, Valentine's Day greetings to all of you in sex blog land.  While I did arrange for something suitable to arrive at Mistress's office today, we are going to low key it here.  We'll take our V-Day dinner next week in Europe, on the one night we will be without our missing teen.  So tonight there may just be a trip to our gym, and a quiet romantic dinner in our once again empty nest.

Slave may even get lucky if he plays his cards right. I missed switch day on Sunday.... Maybe Mistress will give me a rain check!




Monday, February 13, 2012

A Little Too Busy Sunday

Thank goodness Mistress and Slave took the time Saturday night, after a movie with Mistress's Mother and step father, for some properly excessive sex.

Late into the evening she was riding my cock, re-enforced in its dimensions by the strategically placed aneros, through a series of exclamatory cums, before wearing her poor self out, and rolling over to let her Slave finish the job.  Fortunately, she gave me permission to come myself at first begging.

And we were able to engage in some satisfying comfort sex when I woke her at around 8 am Sunday morning.  But after that.....

She was off to the gym, and some nail appointments with the cute Co-Ed.  I was picking up my two grandsons for some play time back at our house. They are cute too, but managing two of them for an extended period is like herding coyotes. ANd we are still missing a helmet from a miniature lego version of Aneken Skywalker the 3 year old insisted on bringing with him.

We were hoping for a little down time in the late afternoon, but a trip to the Doctor with the teen had Mistress engaged until 5, then it was my job to return her to campus, a two hour round trip that got me home after 7 pm,

But by then, at least, the nest was empty again.

Ahhh, sweet privacy.

Slave made some dinner: a grilled flank steak and some sautéed spinach. and we settled into watching a movie we had been wanting to see before our upcoming trip to Europe.

Finally, a little shared relaxation after a little too much company this weekend at the World HQ.

As I was working on dinner, Mistress did pop open the laptop long enough to peruse some of the "fan mail" she'd received via Ashley Madison.

There were a few raised eyebrows of interest, and some hearty "ughs".

"Slave, why would someone who's trying to make a nice first impression immediately send you a picture of their cock?"

I looked over from the wok to confirm her description.  He laying back, face in the background, cock rising in the foreground like a war club.  I began to wonder how you would set up a shot like that.  Do you need help, or do did he have particularly dexterous toes to hold the camera and snap the shot?

"Maybe some women like the direct approach.... wonder what Riff Dog would say about that?"

Over at Collar Me, there were a few additional solicitations, including a dude from Louisiana who said the solution was simple: "Try Slavery... I could use a good pair of slaves."

Sorry. That seemed to far exceed Mistress's expression of interest in a "part time Dom", and might interfere with our work schedule a tad.

But now I'm having trouble getting Creedence Clearwater Revival  out of my head.





Sunday, February 12, 2012

Mistress Goes Shopping

When your cute Co-Ed daughter comes home for a surprise weekend visit, you can't complain, right?

I mean it would be wrong to whine about the need to keep the bedroom door closed during moments of intimacy? To "tone it down". To work one's afternoon schedule around when she'll get home from that impromptu visit to Costco to stock up on unhealthy snack foods to feed the rest of her dorm.

Wouldn't it?

Mistress and Slave have gotten a little spoiled with our empty nest. But it's hard to tell an otherwise lovely daughter that she needs to make an advanced reservation to re-occupy her bedroom for a Friday and a Saturday night.

I guess we need to be grateful she did not make an unannounced appearance for the infamous "home cumming weekend".

Now that could have been really embarrassing.

And speaking about Mistress's roving eye and well honed sense of adventure, this weekend she was inspired by Riff Dog and his on again off-again blogging at Ashley and Me to open an exploratory account at "Ashley Madison". Oh, and to turn her "Collar-Me" account on too.  I mean Lent is approaching, and Mistress believes in"counter programming".

As she once said, "I don't understand this whole thing about 'giving stuff up for Lent',  Slave" -- not that she's a Catholic. "Life is too short for self-denial."

Who could argue with that?

So as I was sorting through my tax documents - wondering why I don't simply lay back and live off my "carried interest" like some Presidential candidates do - Mistress was sitting in the living room next to me, sorting through some of the strange responses she'd gotten to her rather provocative profile in the few hours that they had been up.

(We were in the living room rather than doing what would normally happen in our "Executive Suite" in deference to the cute Co-Ed, who apparently  thinks parents who hole up in their bedroom for an entire Saturday afternoon are a little odd.)

"here's one with a boat, Slave...."

"Maybe you could go down river and visit Aisha...."

"And one who says he has a private 'love nest'...."

"I guess that could be helpful when a cute co-ed shows up unannounced, and an orgy has been scheduled."

Mistress was a little confused by the "keys" some guys had sent to access their secret stash of hardly seductive photos and the ability to send and receive "cyber roses". Though I guess that could save a guy a few bucks on Valentine's Day.

Over at Collar Me, there was a guy on a Harley who expressed some interest in obtaining Slave's services.

Uhhh.... No.

And a persistent sub from a nearby suburb who apparently wants to be part of Mistress's stable of pampered Slaves.

"I guess he can't read that I'm looking for a part time Dom, one Slave is more than enough work."

Mistress does have exacting standards, as you would expect: Not too short; not too heavy; or too light for that matter.  Smoking is a problem. And grammar and spelling seem to be critical. It would be nice to demonstrate a little intellectual curiosity, as in having opened a book in the last year or so. And not to be too skittish in Mistress's sometimes intimidating presence. Tolerance is important, though being a Yellow Dog Democrat is hardly de riguer.

By the time Mistress had explored some options, sorting pretenders from contenders, both of us were a little horny.... and since the cute Co-ed seemed to be busy with the cats, we slid into our bedroom. First, a nap, then the plan was a little sundown sex before heading to a movie.

But alas, we were derailed. the nap lasted a little longer than expected, and the Co-ed had to deal with an unexpected medical issue that needed her doting parents' attention. So our late afternoon fun was aborted.

Ahhh, the burdens of parenting.


But don't feel too sorry for the Slave..... the movie did not last too long, and after we dropped off the folks who had joined us, there was still some life in Molly and Mick.

"Go put in your device, Slave....."

As I slid in the aneros that Mistress sometimes requires me to use, to assure a particularly hard cock, Mistress was back on Ashley Madison for a few minutes, showing me some of the latest arrivals in her in-box.

"Goodness, here's one all the way from Detroit, Slave...."


"Hmmm.... maybe it's Clint Eastwood."

In a few moments Mistress's lap-top was set aside, and Slave was using my lips and tongue to prime her pump.

"Go ahead, Slave. Make my day."



Saturday, February 11, 2012

Deferred Gratification and Teen Fantasy Fodder

Yesterday morning Slave was up early, and after publishing the daily edition, made his way up to the Executive suite with the expectation that .... I'd get lucky. Well, after some worship and blog reading, that is.

But when I arrived upstairs I found Mistress with her lap top open, engrossed in .... something.  I decided to be a little flip.

"Start without me Mistress?"

(Sometimes Mistress reaches under the bed for her favorite power tool.)

She was not amused.

It seemed that some sort of work crisis had popped up on her email stream and she was already deep into it.

Oops. My window of opportunity had slammed shut. And while Mistress was amenable to a quicky worship session as she read the morning edition, she was quickly up and into the shower thereafter.

The crisis was averted later that morning (Lesson: don't open your work email at 6:15 am), and by late afternoon Slave was looking forward to a relaxed evening at home starting off with some R & R time in bed before proceeding to a "picnic" dinner and maybe a movie.

But.... surprise.... the cute Co-Ed had gotten a ride home for the weekend with a friend - she missed her cats, her bed, the larder and (possibly) her parents.

Now of course it was good to see her (had it been a whole 2 weeks?) but her presence certainly altered our plans. There was no "right when we get home from work" sex. But instead, Slave reheated the chili left over from Super Sunday, cooked some rice to go with it, opened some wine, and we settled in to watch a chick flick as a family unit. (My suggestion of the X-Men Prequel we sadly had missed at the Multiplex last summer went over like a kryptonite balloon).

Finally, when the couple who met cute at the beginning found themselves together at last at the end, movie time was over and Mistress and Slave had a good excuse to go to bed.  By then it had been almost 36 hours since Slave's last opportunity -- yeah, I know some of you guys are feeling for me - and I was just a tad horny, despite a glass or two of robust red.

We closed the door, leaving the cute Co-Ed to play with her cats, and stripped away the day's costumes.

"Do you mind if I keep the tights on Slave..... it's a little cold tonight."

"No problem Mistress..... You know how hot I think they are...."

"And go insert your device.... I want the extra hard cock tonight."

She got no argument from me.

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Last week, when I was pointing out that the seemingly boring housewives of the 1950's might have been closet dommes, I concluded with a reference to Wonder Woman, who may have been the inspiration for some closeted male subs of that generation.  I know I thought she was pretty hot, what with the mind controlling lasso and all.

One of our readers left a comment to the effect that in her early days there was an even headier D/s theme to her work, so I did a little searching on the internet to confirm that proposition, and sure enough found some goodies, but some of the photos suggested that the writers and artists considered Wonder Woman to be into a little girl on girl action, something that has been subtly brewing over at All Mine in recent weeks.

Here is another one:


And some others:

And while there are plenty of old Wonder Woman covers showing her at the mercy of some male or female villians, what I couldn't find were any illustrations of Wonder Woman dominating men with her lasso or other bondage implements.... not even her wimpy boy friend Steve Rogers.

What's with that? Maybe our readers can help me find some.