Off to Our Mountain Hideaway

Yesterday morning Mistress waltzed into the UCTMW World HQ at around 7:30 with a sly, well fucked grin on her face.

"You look like you had a nice evening, Mistress...."

"I did Slave...."

She gave me a deep, stirring kiss, but was not in the mood to "dawdle".

"Need to take a shower Slave.... then maybe I can read the blog?"

I knew that her schedule would be tight. We needed to leave for work at 8:30 am. And though her lush body was lovely to toy with in the shower, I knew that my pleasure would be deferred until later.... way later.

She did allow me to savor those well fucked folds after our shower, as she read my work product from yesterday morning.

But soon we were off to work.

Mistress has been intensely busy at work these last few weeks. I knew it would be another hard day for her. and though she had to drop by my office to sign some papers in the early afternoon, there was not even time for me to worship.

Sad, I know.

But by 6 pm, when I picked her hope for the drive home, I was looking forward to my chance to break my nearly 36 hour "fast".  As we drove home, Mistress did give J a call. I think she does get a special thrill when she speaks frankly with him on my presence about their sexual exploits. Or even the trouble she had navigating her way to the Loo in the dark before sliding back into bed next to him.

All this talk had Slave's cock twitching, as I gazed on those lovely naked thighs next to me in the car, her skirt hiked nearly to her lacy yellow undies.

So I can't say that I was disappointed when Mistress announced that we would forego our bike ride and head directly to bed.

Of course there was some preliminary oral worship, which I think Mistress found satisfying.

And then there was some groping and writhing as Mistress took those steps she deemed appropriate to assure that her Slave was desperately begging for the privilege of fucking her.

Rest assured that the deferred consumption on Slave's part was well worth the wait by the time Mistress finally gave me permission to cum.

The rest of the evening was laid back.... Mistress did get in that twilight bike ride. Slave mowed the lawn, then made us a spicy stir fry.

This evening will be strange though.... I am off to our Mountain Hideaway solo. Mistress will be following me on Sunday, stuck here in River City due to a Saturday business meeting.  Yes, you can imagine the grousing. But we both look forward to the final week of ski season in the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

It's the first time either one of us have spent time in our little cabin solo. It will be odd not to have that lovely body next to mine. It will be hard not to imagine her body nearby, in one of those special poses when I wake there on Switch Day without her.

We've yet to establish my own protocol while away. Of course, the cage will not work because there are metal detectors to go through.  But will the "no touch" rule apply? For two whole nights?

The WC asked yesterday how that was enforced the other night during Mistress's sleepover. Believe it or not, I was on the "honor system". I know Miguel, that's hard to comprehend.  You'd last on the honor system for about 90 minutes, I'd expect.

And the sad part about our little two nights apart is that J is tied up with a family commitment and will not be able to host Mistress at his love shack tonight or Saturday evening. I'm hoping for both of their sakes that they can work in some type of interlude together over the weekend, since Mistress won't be back with me for another week once she leaves River City Sunday morning.

So, since this will be my last chance to spend some between-the-sheets time with Mistress until Sunday evening..... have a good weekend readers!

HNT / Slave Home Alone

So Mistress was at her sleepover last night at J's Love Shack, meaning that there is not much reporting to be done from the UCTMW World HQ this am.

I can tell you that Mistress has been more than considerate in making her plans.

As I was driving back from some meetings up-state, and she was driving to her rendezvous in one of the lusher, tony section sections of River City, she gave me the whole Q and A:

"Slave, are you sure you are OK with this?"

"Yes, Mistress.... consider it my gift to you...."

Then, a few minutes later after some chit chat about our work day....

"Slave, I want to make sure this is OK for us....."

"It is, Mistress.... it makes you hot, feel more desired.... you have fun.... and, you know it turns me on too....."

She did have a hard work day.... demanding clients .... a Boss with unrealistic expectations. She needed a little "vacation" and I suspect K was fully prepared to provide it.

"He's ordered sushi, Slave...."

"Somehow, I bet it will be a while before you get to the sushi, Mistress.... He's been waiting patiently for you since, what.... 4 am Monday morning?"

"Yes.... so he says, Slave..... I will need to confirm he's followed his 'no touch' rule."

We hung up, but then she called me again from J's driveway.

"I'm here now Slave.... thanks for letting me do this....."

Of course, it's not a "'let" is it? It's in the contract, something we've committed to.  It could be she will get to the point of telling her Slave when and where she will be "stepping out", but for now it's endearing that she clearly sees this as "getting permission", isn't it?

"Now remember, Slave.... no touching.....and be available when I call."

"Not a problem Mistress...." (at least not the "available" part).

She did call at around 10 pm, just as I was getting tired of the drumbeat of outrage on MSNBC, and thinking about heading to bed. (Tip to fellow cucks out there: a good dose of "Rachel Maddow" will likely cure any inclination to rogue touching).

She sounded a little giddy.... maybe orgasm overload?

"Slave.... we've been having so much fun over here I lost track of time and wanted to call and say good night."

Of course, I was glad to hear her voice. We exchanged some loving pleasantries, and she said she'd be here around 7:30 to dress for work and drive to work together.

It means I will clearly get a chance to taste those mussed up folds this morning.... but I have a feeling, considering the schedule that Slave's cock will have to wait until this evening.

It could be another long day.

Back to the Smut....

OK, I apologize for yesterday's pathetic dissent into introspection.... our readers voted with their feet, so to speak. Only two comments, probably generated out of pity more than anything else. And when I checked out the readership, well, it looked like the "eyes" on our blog went down my about 30% yesterday, no doubt repelled by the notion that the folks at UCTMW had turned to the maudlin side.

And I don't think J was particularly thrilled about our speculation concerning how he is reacting to this rather odd combo.

So, no mas..... back to alluring R rated photos of Mistress's luscious body, and my cheeky reporting on the goings on in our sex lives.

Yesterday was a nice one by the way.  After a night in another Man's arms on Sunday it was with a renewed sense of longing that I had the chance to sleep with Mistress these last two nights.  There was your typically needy wake up sex here on Tuesday morning.

Our plan for Tuesday afternoon was to leave work by 6 pm, go for a bike ride, then follow our hungers - whether for pleasure or sustenance. 

We got home, and rather quickly changed into our riding attire. As I was adding a little pressure to our tires in the garage, I did receive a brief reprimand.

"I note that you did not offer to worship in the bedroom, Slave...."

Oops.

"Well, you seemed pretty anxious to get out on the bikes, Mistress...."

"Don't make presumptions, Slave.... you know the rules."

I had a feeling that there could be some consequences on the horizon.  But I dodged the bullet last night, making sure that  Mistress's well exercised folds were thoroughly bathed with my tongue and lips. And once she'd had a satisfactory starter cum, she allowed me to slide into bed next to her and demonstrate how desperate her work-a-day cock was for her.  I think Mistress was a little surprised with the explosive fury I experienced when she finally gave me permission to come.

"Wow, what was that about Slave...."

"Not sure, Mistress.... maybe anticipating a night without you tomorrow...."

As it turns out, her senior cock may not get any more action until tomorrow evening.  J has invited her over this evening, and Mistress has informed me that she will be sleeping over.

"I know you don't like me driving home late at night, and J seems very anxious to have me spend the night, Slave."

"Not a problem Mistress..... I'll miss you here, but I do worry about those late night drives.... and your absence will definitely make the cock grow harder, so to speak."

I do have a pass on the cage though today.  I have to pass through some metal detectors for work this afternoon. So Mistress is indulging me. 

"But I want you to be available for my call at any time, Slave....."

"Not a problem, Mistress."

Now, back upstairs for some worship to help get Mistress through the day before her rendezvous with J.

Navel Gazing

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we had one of those early mornings Monday that you could describe as "unusual".  Slave dutifully waking up Mistress at 7 am as requested..... Mistress saying "come in and give me a kiss", poor J, a tad uncomfortable with it all sort of hiding under the covers as I followed Mistress's directions, if gingerly.

I made coffee for the two of them (I had already been up and made my own), and when I came upstairs with it Mistress had already jumped in the shower as J got dressed for work.  So I joined Mistress in the shower, aching for her caress on her Slave's semi-alert cock, but mindful of the fact that we still had a guest and that Mistress would likely want to bid him adieu.

So as I finished up in the shower, Mistress stepped out, wrapped herself in a towel and (presumably) gave J a goodbye kiss.

While there was no time for conventional sex because of an early work appointment, I did get the chance to worship Mistress's freshly showered but well utilized folds as she read the blog I had written while they "slept in" (if that's what you call it when you wake up at 7 am on a Monday morning).

As we drove to work, and later on the drive home we tried to sort out all of the events of the night before.

Of course, we are not prone to navel gazing here at UCTMW. You know what I mean .... soul searching over life's ups and downs.  Not meaning to disrespect fellow bloggers who use their "ink" for introspection, but we prefer it light and saucy.  Our goal is to make you smile or tingle, not  empathize.

But every rule is meant to be broken, right? And we have broken some rules of conventionality here. So I suppose it doesn't hurt to share a little of our "temperature taking" yesterday.

Mistress, thankfully, is very aware that she could be crossing some boundaries here.  She's sensitive about how her Slave might react to her developing feelings and connection to J. And they are quite real.

Surprisingly, maybe, I'm cool with it. We are so connected after all these years that her pleasure is mine. I relish her stories about what she and J have been up to, and love the insouciant tone she uses when she talks to J on the phone, as she did before bedtime last night. Did I miss her in bed Sunday night? Of course.  Did it turn me on when she stopped by for a little drive by kiss before returning to her bed mate down the hall?  Hell, yes.

Was it worth the wait when we finally discharged all that sexual energy last night when we finally got home from work?  Absolutely.

Of course, we've got some role models out there in the blog-o-sphere we've learned from.  Suzanne, Jay and Tammy are at the top of the list. Their example and stories show us that .... yes..... you can do this.... we are not crazy. At least, not off your rocker crazy.

As for Mistress.... well she seems happy with it all.

"What woman would not want two men mooning over her, Slave?"

But I do worry a little that if this all becomes a little too much for J, he may back off, leaving Mistress feeling a bit abandoned and heart broken. She's laying it out there for him, taking some emotional risks.

Of course, the hardest role here is for J.  (no pun intended). He's not had the indoctrination that Mistress and Slave have had through our time with the blog-o-sphere, which has opened usup to the notion that  this sort of three way arrangement can be comfortable and rewarding , if not quite yet the "new normal."

Suzanne's comment yesterday that her own Jay took some time to "get with the program" gave us a laugh. Let's hope J can find that the potential dividends, in the form of the compelling woman of my dreams, outweigh the cringe factor when you wake up in the same house as the woman you are "dating", and his husband.

In the meantime, let's cut him some slack.  Their next sleepover can be at J's "love shack". This Slave will stay home and tend to the cats.