Slave was a little off his game this morning. I had an early conference call, and needed to hit the road for a meeting in our oh-so-flat state capitol, about 2 hours up the highway.
So here's the choice: get up early, brew coffee and write a blog, or hunker down under the sheets with Mistress on an unseasonably chilly Friday morning as long as possible.
Obviously, you know the choice I made. And Mistress rewarded my sloth with some particularly hot wake-up sex, but only after I made sure her clean shaven folds were sufficiently attended to by my lips and tongue.
In fact she was so generous in her attentions, and her enthralling fragrance and the soft texture of her skin was so compelling that it almost made me feel bad that I had given her that "nostalgic" spanking last Sunday in our DC hotel room, turning her bottom all rosey, as depicted in this photo:
So as I sit here in this rather tedious meeting, discretely typing on my laptop in the back of the conference room where no one can tell that I am posting to a sex blog rather than studiously taking notes from yet another tedious power point presentation, I hope you will cut me some slack over my lack of attention to the morning's deadline.
I figure a little "cheesecake" should ease your impatience when the morning edition of UCTMW does not arrive in your in-box on time.
Mistress seemed to have a good day here in River City. And Slave has no complaints either.
There was some early morning wake-up sex, which delivered at least two cums to her before she headed off for her 7 am bike ride.
While she was riding, Slave finished his "book review", which Mistress read after we showered. Naturally, while she was reading it only seemed natural for Mistress to spread those lovely thighs to allow her Slave access to those clean shaven folds, from the kneeling position.
So there was another cum for her, and we still had a whole day in front of us.
We had planned on lunch together, and Mistress pulled her car up in front of my building. I took the wheel for the short drive up to a local market area, where we had a yummy lunch of Vietnamese noodles and spring rolls. Then we picked up some ruby trout for dinner. J was planning to join us, and we know he enjoys Mick's fish.
We headed back to my office - Mistress had a post lunch appointment elsewhere in my building - and there was still a little time for some mid-day worship.
Our loyal readers know the routine by now. Slave slides Mistress's "throne" against the door, and spreads an absorbent blanket on the seat. Mistress sits. Now that tights season is over, all she had to do was pull down her "drawers" let them droop over one foot, and let Slave fall to his knees and take care of business. By the time I was done, Mistress had moaned and shuddered her way to two more cums.
We were headed home for our dinner with J by 5:30 pm. We were thrilled to find what we had been waiting for for weeks now: notice that sullen teen # 2 had gotten into the college of her choice, which was a big stress reliever for her parents. This put us in a celebratory mood, and as we changed into our dinner attire: me jeans and a polo shirt, Mistress a very short black and white lace nightie, sans undies, Mistress reminded me of my duties.
"Aren't you going to offer to worship, Slave?"
"Of course, Mistress..... I just thought that with J coming over you might not want to 'indulge' before dinner....."
"You think too much, Slave....."
No doubt. So there I was, on my knees again for the third time of the day. Mistress seemed pleased, and even more relaxed by the time I was done with my "duties".
Soon I was preping for dinner, and J arrived at around 7 pm. Mistress greeted her in the naughty little outfit decribed above, which seemed to raise an eyebrow.
"It's been a week J..... did you miss me?"
I think we all know the answer to that question. But Mistress liked hearing it anyway.
Dinner was tasty, if I do say so myself. Trout Almondine. Roasted Potatoes. Sauteed green beans.
Mistress offered to clean up while the "men folk" talked, but I wouldn't allow it.
"Don't you two kids have some catching up to do?"
Mistress certainly agreed, and led our guest by the hand up to the "Executive Suite".
Slave busied himself for the next couple of hours with the NY Times and the ranting on MSNBC.
When Mistress and J came up for air, joining me downstairs, She had a dazed, well-fucked look. Who knows how many more cums had been added to the day's tote board.
The three of us sat a while on our coach, Mistress in the middle, cuddled up to both of us, as we watched the most recent episode of Mad Men - A classic I might add, wherein Peggy gives a hand job to an anonymous fellow she shares a joint with at a movie theatre, and Roger Sterling takes an LSD trip. Ahhhh.... the 60's.
After J bid farewell, Mistress and I headed up for bed. I offered to worship one more time, a nightcap so to speak, but Mistress admitted she'd had her fill, at least for a Wednesday.
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P.S. - yesterday we did our review here of Fifty Shades of Grey. For a more thoughtful and better written take, check out Remittance Girl. http://remittancegirl.com/
Slave had grown tired of all these news articles about the run-away, kindle stuffing, word of mouth erotica blockbuster, Fifty Shades of Grey over these last few weeks.
First there was the cover story on the New York Times that caught my eye. Then the snarky column by Maureen Dowd casting aspersions by citing her pal who she claimed was a bona fide dominatrix. (Some of us wondered whether she was quoting herself!)
This week it was a Newsweek cover story psycho-babbling about the needs of women to submit as a reaction to the "liberating" stresses of feminism. And there was a counter article in Salon by a purported Domme about the fact that "guys like it too!" The Entertainment magazines are already casting the movie for us.
So when I saw the whole danged "Fifty Shades" trilogy on sale at the airport book stall last week on my way to DC, I decided it was time for me to put on my UCTMW book reviewer hat and see what the fuss was about. I picked up the first book in the trilogy, and finished it over the weekend.
It was a quick, amusing read, but rest assured that I will not be acquiring volumes 2 and 3.
What we have here seems to be a cleverly marketed cult classic wannabe by author E L James, "a former TV executive, wife and mother of two", which has all the narrative stylings and linguistic finesse of a Nancy Drew book layered with a veneer of soft core porn.
While her books has been described as a hit with the housewife set, it is written as if the target audience is teenaged girls. Think the Vampire books, but substitute for the devastatingly handsome vampire an even more devastatingly handsome, impossibly rich, 27 year old amateur concert pianist and pilot, named Chrsitian Grey, with a "Red Room of Pain" in his Puget sound view luxury condo, tricked out with all the bondage parephenalia one could dream about.
Instead of longing to suck the blood from our virgin heroine, recent college grad and English major, Anastasia Steele, this guy would rather tie her down, spank her ass and force multiple orgasms from her awkward but shapely young body.
What teenaged girl could resist this fantasy?
But the heroine in this book does way too much agonizing, even as she wallows in all those cums, not to mention the stylish Audi, priceless first editions, new Mac Book Pro and sophisticated wardrobe our hero/villian lavishes on her. All he wants her to do is sign a contract of submission for a three month term, not unlike the one between Slave and Mistress here at UCTMW. But this "contract" has so many out clauses it seems hard to complain about.
And yet.... despite multiple rounds of negotiations, and plenty of concessions from Mr. Grey (only three nights a week? sure baby) , she never can get to "Yes", despite what she describes as her undying love and attraction for her would be Dom. She just wants "more", can't he understand that?
Particularly annoying for those of us who dabble in this "lifestyle", is that the author seems to go out of her way to judge Mr. Grey for his lovely kinks, while fully exploiting all those kinks to sell her books.
How to explain his perversion? Well, he was the son of a crack whore, who put cigarettes out on his chest, until he was adopted by a wealthy couple from Bellevue. But just when things were turning the corner for poor little Christian, he was seduced at 15 by some "witchy" house wife, aka "Mrs. Robinson", who "abused" him as her "sex slave" for a few years until her hubbie discovered their secret.
How come my neighborhood didn't have any women like that as an alternative to the Boy Scouts?
Mr. Grey a guy who can't handle being touched. But he obsesses about "hurting" poor Anastasia before forcing yet more orgasms from her.
So despite all of those hot sex scenes, tossed in every 12 and 1/2 pages or so, the hard part of reading this book is all the angst in between, as poor Ana battles her nagging "subconscious" and "inner goddess", depicted as two little mini-Anas, with one telling her to hold out for "true love" , sans a sore ass, and the other telling her to grovel her way to sexual glory.
Gag.
And then there are the cascading cliches that one has to suffer through to struggle to the end. How many times did I have to read that Mr. Grey "found his release" (but, of course, only after Ana was "shattered" by her own breathtaking cum)?
How many times did I have to learn that Ana was intoxicated by the scent of Mr. Grey's freshly washed hair and body wash?
WTF.
What self respecting Dom uses "bodywash"? Irish Spring, Dial or Ivory aren't good enough?
I suspect these books will endlessly circulate through high school lockers and college dorms over the next 5 years, earning E L James countless millions, particularly from the movie rights. But the discerning readers of UCTMW can do so much better when they reload their kindles.
It’s not often that we
get a report from our Western Correspondent that does not involve deployment in
some form or another of his special occasion cock. But since this was an
initial foray into an unknown environment, and Mrs. WC was along to keep tabs
on his, we will cut him some slack. Though I am a little anxious about what the
monthly UCTMW expense account tab will show:
Well Mick,
B and I went to the swingers club near our house Saturday night.
Very impressive
A very nice property
It is an old hunting lodge on the banks of what passes for a
river around here
A big wooden log structure they clam is 18,000 square feet, which
sounds about right
The are Buffalo, Elk, Deer, and Bear heads mounted on the wall
as used to be the style around here
Think upscale Dude Ranch in Colorado, Wyoming or Montana, and
that is what it is like
There are two big rooms each with a bar
They serve food with a wait staff
The compound is 5 acres, fenced, with some nice cabanas and lawn
for sunbathing or fucking in the sun:) in the summer
There were several big screen TVs scattered about, playing
either Porn or motocross
Not quite sure what that was all about…. but ,,,,oh well... the
porn was good:)
There was a stage and a big dance floor, and they had a DJ
playing a dance beat all night long
There were several hundred people there.... the place was packed
They don't have a liquor license, so you just bring your own
beverage and give it to the bartender and he serves you all night
The bartender was a great guy, but as B noted "the bartender
doesn't have any pants on"
Actually he did have some kind of skimpy shorts on but not your
usual bartender uniform
B and I got a table and just watched the people for a couple of
hours
Dress for the evening seemed to me to be, for lack of a better
word.... slut!
And I mean that in a good way:)
Lots of very short dresses and skirts... sans panty for the most
part, BTW
Very low cut tops... some under the breasts:) Corsets and
some fetish wear
Guys were “business casual”
So people just danced and socialized till about 10:30, when we
noticed people disappearing thru a door
Being the erstwhile UCTMW reporter I figured we better
investigate: )
The door led to the kitchen and you walked thru the kitchen to a
stairway that led downstairs
Think the movie Goodfellas, where the boys entered the Copa
Cabana through the kitchen
Was kind of like that:)
The basement was a labyrinth of different rooms kind of like a
maze
Each room was different had some had couches, some beds, lots of
mirrors, one fetish room with some bondage furniture and a spanking horse
Just your normal basement
Except .............
THERE WERE PEOPLE FUCKING ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!
Guys fucking girls, girls fucking girls, many people all fucking
each other, anything you can imagine
OMG!!
We had no sooner set foot in the first room when we were
approached by a couple and asked if we wanted to "play"
We declined their generous offer, and just wandered around
watching the show
BTW the facility had bowls of condoms scattered about,
See, they are safety conscious:)
We were asked to play by several other couples but we had
decided not to on our first visit so we didn't but .... next time:)....
Anyway we had a very good time, and think the place is very,
very cool...
