Scarlett Johannson in Bondage

Mistress and Slave fully exploited our DC hotel room yesterday morning. Our plane did not leave until 2 pm, and though it was a nice day outside, it's not that we'd never been to DC before. There was no need to do touristy things when we had been a little negligent on the sexual front on Wednesday.

So there was some sleeping in, handling a few emails, and an extended session of worship, cock riding and plain old fucking. I think by the time we were done, and I had been successful in my begging for the privilege to come, we had exorcised any latent horniness for at least a few hours.

But on the way home, Mistress did let me know she had some alternative plans for the evening once we got back to River City.

"Slave, I hope you don't mind, but J wants me to sleep over at his house this evening....."

"No problem, Mistress. It has been since Monday afternoon. I suspect he's missing you."

"It seems that way...."

Of course, Mistress is always sensitive that her Slave may get a little lonely on her nights out. But I assured her things would be fine, and made plans to take our cute Co-Ed out to see the Avengers movie, something that I'd been wanting to do.

We got home from the airport by around 5 pm, and Mistress unpacked one bag and packed another for her "sleep-over" at J's love shack.  But she did give me a chance to give her a special kiss good bye.

"Slave, why don't you worship me before I go..... I know you'll miss that in the morning."

She's right, I do miss it this morning.

. But I surely took the opportunity to taste and pleasure her clean shaven folds as she laid back on the bed, making sure she had a couple of orgasms for the road. (Hopefully J did not mind if I took a little of her sexual 'edge' off.... as we all know, Mistress has what appears to be an unlimited capacity to cums at her disposal).

I walked her down to the car, and loaded her bag for her, like a good Slave.

"You know I should be making you wear your cage slave....."

"If you wish, Mistress....."

"But that would be a little mean, wouldn't it.  Just no touching!"

I agreed to those generous terms and she was off.

And soon I was off to the movies with our daughter. Which is where the headline comes in (I know, it's a tease, but its a little experiment I'm conducting.... I note that the tone of the headline definitely impacts the number of 'clicks" this page gets.... though I still can't explain why the bog titled "Side Dish" a few weeks back went off the charts).

The Avengers was typical over special effected super hero movie action, with a few clever lines, some overstuffed villian ranting,  and very little else in it. Except for the part at the very beginning which featured Scarlett Johannson (who I have had a "soft" spot for since her first movie with Bill Murray), in sexy undies, black tights and ropes.  Yum. She's tied to a chair, though it's not sexy bondage, but "tell me what I want to know or I'll tip the chair down the elevator shaft" bondage.  Suffice it to say, the "Black Widow" escapes from her plight with panache. Sadly, all this happens before the title credits, and she does not reprise the role of damsel in distress for the rest of the flick. Though she does a nice job of filling out a leather cat suit.

But It is funny what you come up with when you google "Scarlett Johannson in bondage".

Is one of those women really her?  Which one?

You will be happy to know that despite this source of stimulation, Slave followed the "no touch" regime last night. And Mistress did check in with me before she and J went to sleep last night, reminding me that she loved me and was thinking of me.

I was thinking about you too, Mistress.  And love you too!

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.