Junket

That's what this two day trip has been for Mick.  Molly had a legitimate business  reason to come to DC this week, and I'm just tagging a long, trying to be an attentive Slave.

Yesterday she had to meet some business contacts at the W hotel here in mid-afternoon. She said in the lobby area waiting for them - folks she'd never met in person before - so she texted them where she could be found. I took a seat at the nearby bar, working on a writing project.  At one point my text chime went off.  It was Mistress, just 20 feet away, asking me to fetch her a diet coke.  When I placed the order with the bartender, this generated a snicker from a woman sitting at the bar near me.  But I nonchalantly said "that's what Slave's are for.....", which seemed to shut her up.

Afterwards we headed over to a nearby public building with nice views, all set up for a very swanky social event that Mistress had helped to organize.  Luckily we were able to take some photos of the amazing views and furnishings, and of the special guest speaker. 

We had such a nice time that when the party ended, the crowd just about had to be herded out, back to the streets with the rif-raf.

For dinner, we joined my daughter who works here, along with her boyfriend at a nearby restaurant. I got a polite lecture from her on a certain fictional twitter account that I generate in my spare time, poking fun at a certain Presidential candidate.  She's clearly afraid that my excessive exploitation of first amendment rights will somehow result in my cover being blown, and embarrass her at her own job.

"Some of those jokes are a little gross Dad, and  step way  over the political correctness line."

I just told her that if somehow my name became associated with hers and this twitter account she could simply roll her eyes and chalk it up to a crazy Dad who no one can control.

But of course, in the back of my mind, I wanted to say, "It could be worse honey, your Dad could be writing a D/s sex blog!"

And speaking of kinky, on the walk back after dinner, We discovered this strange tableau.

It was an odd way to use some perfectly good hand-cuffs.... don't you think.

Which gets my mind back to a better use of my time.... Mistress and Slave have an open morning, a nice hotel room with a king size bed, and its time to put it to use.

Off to DC

Molly and Mick are off to DC this morning for a quick trip to visit with some exalted government leaders.  Here in River City we've gone backwards when it comes to air travel it seems. Smaller planes. Less convenient flight schedules. But higher prices.  It makes you nostalgic for the 1980's. But it feels like you're in the 1940's.  But without the romance.

Since we will be out of here at around 5:15 am tomorrow, I'm posting this now, with a timed release.

Fortunately there was some warm and cozy wake up sex here in the UCTMW Executive Suite this morning. That may have to tide us over until tomorrow evening in our DC hotel.  But I do have something just a tad kinky to share, that I noticed yesterday on the NY Times web site.  This image of some historic bondage equipment:

 It was in the Sunday "Forum" section, opposite an article about how brutal politics has become, and, in fact often has been in American history. But oddly, there was no reference, either explicitly or implicitly to the companion illustration. Is this an allusion to the sad plight of billionaires before their fortunes were unleashed in the pursuit of free expression by Citizens United?  You got me.

But I thought maybe Suzanne might find it as an interesting accessory to have around the house, as a deterrant just in case his spanking  obsession for her "Trophy Ass" gets Jay a little too carried away.

Memorial Day in River City

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we followed the path that most Americans do on Memorial Day.... bask in the good life that our forefathers created for us via their sacrifice.... my own tribute to my grandfather and father, who served, and with good fortune, survived some of the bloodiest battles of WW I and WW II came in the form of a newspaper article I wrote about them two years ago and that I reposted on Facebook yesterday. It's my small way of remembering them, and sharing their memory with family and friends.

For our part.... life was good here, though very very hot.

Mistress and Slave woke to an empty nest. The cute Co-Ed had spent the night with a friend, giving us a chance to celebrate with some toasty wake-up sex in the executive suite without worrying about the decibel level.

Nice.

There was some yard work for me, and then a trip to our swim club, where I frolicked with my sweet grandsons for a while.

But at around 2 pm, we had to move on.

Mistress had scheduled a late afternoon "booty call" over at J's love shack at 3 pm and needed time to primp a little. 

There is something supremely erotic about watching your wife shower, shave the clean shaven folds and slide into some sexy undies in preparation for some afternoon sexercise with her lover.  I observed all this from our bed, reading the Times,  naked.

Several times she mentioned my state of undress.

"Slave, that's a little unfair, you're showing off my cock, but I don't have time to do anything about it...."

"Don't worry, Mistress, it will be here when you get home."

She slid into a sexy summer sun dress, naked shoulders.

"You look hot, Mistress...."

"It's just what I'll wear to dinner tonight....."

We had plans to go to dinner at her mother's house with some other family members.

She kissed me goodbye, saying she'd see me around 6pm, though I'd have to wait until after dinner for any "action".

At some point she mentioned the convenience of  scheduling  her ongoing tryst with J.

"This is so much nicer than having to hide what you are up to, isn't it Slave....."

"Absolutely, Mistress. "

"I suppose I should make you wear the cage.... but I think I'll just trust you to behave."

"You know you can, Mistress."



I used the time to do a little yard work at our rental house in the City,  and got home for a shower just before  6pm.

Sure enough, Mistress pulled up when she promised, and we immediately headed up the hill with our Co-Ed to our dinner.

But when we got there, her mother made an amusing comment.

"Were you in bed when I called you earlier, Molly?"

Mistress gave me a little sideways look, blushing a little.....

"Ummmm..... no, just reading....."

(Later she said that when her mother rang her to remind her about the time, she and J were "just talking", though I assumed it was in bed where the conversation was going on.)

At some point at her Mother's house she mentioned that our Western Correspondent had sent another email, the continuation of his "investigative report" from Scarlett Ranch.  This seems like a good time for us to resolve the "cliffhanger" he set up for us yesterday:

Well Mick every time we go there we get more comfortable and meet more people 

Learn the way the place works, etc.

The foam machine was crazy

Never had a clue such a thing even existed

It has about a 12 inch wide nozzle and the foam just pours out of it stacking up to 6 or 7 feet or higher

The foam is bubbles but is also an oily like lube

Comes in handy...

And you can't see inside it

The foam was on a stage outside

Not while I was on it...........  a big gust of wind came through and blew all the foam off the stage

Was hysterical!!!!

All the people who were under the foam were fucking or doing some such shit

They all looked up like WTF!!!

It was so so funny........

Pull the curtain open baby

I still chuckle when I think about it

Any way when our new friend and I got off the stage we took a shower 

They have showers under the sun ... with no walls of course

Everything about that place is about watching

The WC was quite aroused....

Much to the interest of B and her new friends

Long and short, B, I and our new friend adjourned to a cabana

And the WC wore a condom for the first time in nearly 17 years....

Thanks for the denoument Miguel.  Although feel free to mention the brand name of your condom next time. We may want to raise a little extra product placement revenue, especially since I anticipate seeing that item expensed on your next report.

Meanwhile, back at the UCTMW World HQ, you will be happy to know that Slave got a little action of his own last night, once we returned from dinner.  I had assumed that we would be waiting until morning, since, Mistress's clean shaven folds had seen extended duty on Memorial Day.

But we got reading the blogs, and when Mistress read All Mine, with Suzanne's Jay asserting his right to spank her "trophy ass" upon her return from vacation with Tammy.... well I couldn't help but taste her juices.

One thing led to another, and there I was asking permission to fuck her.  Fortunately, for me she was in an accommodating mood.

Thank's for the assist, Jay.   Hopefully we can return the favor someday.

 

The Hazards of Three Day Weekends

Apparently the widespread UCTMW staff has been fully exploiting the availability of a three day weekend.  Here in River City, as I reported yesterday, it was my assignment to go wake Mistress and J, who were "sleeping" in our lower level, at 7 am sharp, to make sure we made it to our big group bike ride.

But as my feet hit the stairs, Mistress called out....

"Slave.... we're going to take another 10 minutes...."

Hmmm.  I figured that the extra ten was not required to wipe the sleep sand from their eyes. And as Mistress mentioned to me later, she was exercising her "cock riding" privileges with her lover at the time.

But once she dismounted she came upstairs to greet me with a generous kiss,  I made J some coffee and soon we were off for what was supposed to be a 35 mile ride with 150 other riders.

Sadly, our ride was aborted in its early stages with a tire failure on Mistress's bike. (I must say that as the temperature rose into the 90's I wasn't feeling too guilty about missing the final uphill leg of about 10 miles back to our neighborhood).

This left Mistress, Slave and J with some unanticipated time on their hands, and, we used it rather lazily. There was some lolling around the house, reading the papers, with Mistress cuddled next to J on the couch, her feet no doubt "unconsciously" poking at his crotch, which was still in those tight spandex riding shorts.  Amazingly, they soon were snoozing there, and Slave was forced for journalistic purposes to take the photo of them above to share with all of you.

By the time they woke, the local restaurant was open for Sunday brunch, which was lovely, and no so crowded that Mistress and Slave could not regale J with some stories about Mistress's adventures with DiDi and Babette last fall (you may remember, before we were required to go "On the Lam").

"The women were fun J, but I have to tell you I prefer cocks..."

"Yeah.... I've gotten that impression...."

But like so many red blooded men, J did say its hard not to be intrigued at the thought of Mistress being pleasured by another woman.  Who knows, we may have to go to that well yet again!

After brunch, Slave had some yard chores to handle in the rising heat.... mowing the lawn, running the weed eater. Mistress and J went on an extended bike ride with our surviving bikes while I did that.

And it was around 3 pm when Slave got his own sexual interlude with Mistress, after J had headed to a family gathering. Pleasure had been delayed a bit, but sometimes deferred gratification is the best, isn't it?

We spent the rest of the day lazing about here, with the cute Co-Ed giving us some space.

But this morning I woke to a dispatch from our Western Correspondent. It seems that  his "investigative reporting" at Scarlett Ranch had finally paid some dividends for this humble media empire. ( I particularly enjoyed the attached 'editorial notes' from Donna):

Very very interesting......

B and I went to the club this afternoon

When we got there I realized that I had forgotten sun screen  and left B at a table in the back yard to go get it

What a back yard !!!!

10 or so gazebos  with beds in them

A huge t-pee

Sorry I'm not native American

And a bunch of other crazy shit

When I got back B had made a new friend named B

She was hot and there were about 30 people around several tables in the sun in various stages of undress 

B said she was over dressed and took off her shorts and top

I took of  my shirt

B's new friend B was the hottest lady their except for B and B kept trying  to get  me to sit next to her

Being the wise husband that I am I demurred

BUT she insisted 

SO .... 

I did

The other B was quite interested

She suggested we do the foam together 

I looked at B and she said do it..............

So we did

As soon as we got into the foam she grabbed my cock and started working it

Before long I was rock hard and she was sucking on my nipples

Anyway we came out of the foam and took a shower in the outdoor shower together and went back to sit down next to B

B was very amused 

And I was very erect!!!!

To be continued............

From Donna:

What do you mean to be continued?

What's up with that?   *grumbling incessantly*

Wait, something's wrong here! Punctuation may be missing but, aside from a few homonyms, the spelling is correct.

OMG Miguel, are you okay???

Thanks for the update, Miguel. Though wearing my corporate controller hat, I am a little concerned about B's role as facilitator in all this.  Have we put her on the worker's comp report?  If she slipped and fell in some foam while trying to extract the special occasion cock from some unfortunate "situation" , I would hat to have us all end up in Court.

We look forward to the continuation of your report.  Although this photo that was slipped under the UCTMW cyber-transom does have me a little concerned about who the perpetrator in all this action really was.