Booty Call Bunker?

It was a rather harried day for Mistress and Slave yesterday here in River City.

I was tied up with some professional performance art from 9 until almost 7. And Mistress was fully engaged too, with an early wake-up call again today for both of us.

We did entertain J last night though. I grilled some steak and we all plunked down on the couch to watch the last two episodes of Mad Men together. But with our cute Co-Ed clinging to the nest last night, things had to stay pretty vanilla here.

From her perspective, it was just three friends hanging out together on a Thursday night. She even went out to get us all some ice cream after dinner was served.

Maybe what we need is something of the type that Donna found and forwarded to me yesterday.... a "Bondage Bunker" that a single Swedish Mom put together in an abandoned military site for "trysts" with a boyfriend. See the article here from the Huffington Post.

If there was a lockable, sound proof room in our basement, suitably equipped, then Mistress and J (or Mistress and Mick for that matter) could simply "disappear" for a while even when the daughters are clinging a little too closely to home base. In fact, with the economy driven trend of children returning to the nest for longer periods of time, this could become a growing necessity, couldn't it?

Hmmmm.... "Job creator" idea..... home improvement company specializing in in home "booty call bunkers"!  Take it to the bank.

HNT / Tweet Slap

Mistress and Slave finally got back together here at the UCTMW World HQ at around 6 pm last night.  I had a busy day at work. She worked in the morning - driving to the office from J's "love shack", and spent some time in the afternoon with the cute Co-Ed.

We briefly discussed a bike ride before dinner, but, quite frankly, I had some higher (or would it be lower) needs to be met than exercise.

So we announced to the Co-Ed that her parents would be "resting" for about an hour before dinner, and the door to the Executive Suite was closed.  And it took me a total of about 30 seconds to get to my knees between her parted thighs and savor the flavors I'd been missing for the last 36 hours or so as Mistress caught up on the blog.

As anticipated, the resulting "re-union" sex was quite spectacular, and was followed by a brief snooze for both of us.  There is lots of snap, crackle and pop in the notion of Mistress   spending these occasional nights with her lover, but for me there's nothing quite like cuddling up against her in our bed as the heat from our mutual passion slowly dissipates.

Now, before I head back upstairs for the proper morning devotions, let me share something that popped up yesterday from the entertaining world of French politics. You may recall a few weeks back my little dissertation on the new French President, Francois Hollande,  and the interplay between his former companion, the former Presidential candidate Segolene Royal, and his new "First Lady", the journalist Valerie Trierweiler, she of the impressive heels and domineering style.

Well, the French are now electing a new Parliament on Sunday , and Segolene is trying to win in a district she has never represented before. The incumbent, a fellow Socialist, is not going quietly. And just for the fun of it, the new First Lady sent a twit out backing her "boyfriend's" former "companion's" opponent.  Here's the article: Tweet Slap

Think of it this way: Suppose Michele Obama sends out a tweet supporting the opponent of Nancy Pelosi in a Democratic Primary, but that, in this hypothetical,  Nancy used to live with Barack and bore four of his cute little kids.

Ouch.

Clearly, Valerie does not want Segolene to have any excuse to loll about the Elysee Palace in the next Parliamentary term.

So now poor submissive Francois Hollande is meekly explaining to the public that he really does support his former lover / mother of his kids in Sunday's election, no matter what Valerie may tweet.

We could use more of this melo in the drama of American politics, couldn't we? 

I mean why couldn't Mitt have a few extra wives to be fussing and feuding in the background. There's nothing like a good cat fight.

Nude Nuns with Big Guns?

So Slave spent the day in his cage yesterday, but Mistress was indulgent: I was allowed to "self-release" (sort of like "self-deportation"?) when I got home to go for a bike ride.

I must say I needed to keep myself fully engaged in other activities not to be distracted by the thought of Mistress off with her lover, riding bikes and doing other naughty things last night.  My brain kept going back to the image of Mistress's ass in some sexy undies she had slid into yesterday morning, no doubt anticipating the impression that they would make on J.

I even asked her to stop and pose for a moment to allow me to "capture" them --- there's something about the veiled flesh of her smooth bottom that is rather --- distracting. At least for me.

So, denied the opportunity to taste those clean shaven folds last evening , I endeavored to keep my mind on other things, enjoying a Pizza and some trashy TV with our cute Co-Ed, who bought the explanation that her mother was out of town for the evening for a work engagement.

When she got bored with me and decided to go off to her girl cave, I cyber shuffled through net flix to find a movie that would be amusing but not, shall we say.... stimulating. So I focused on the "action adventure" category.

There was one title that caught my eye:  Nude Nuns with Big Guns.  Somehow I had missed that title when it was in the local cinema. Considering our recent ramblings here and over at All Mine about the odd carnal appeal of catholic school girls, it seemed like an interesting choice.... though I can't recall any Nuns that I ever fantasized about in my reckless youth. They were all too big and mean, even for a potential sub.

But I did wonder how I had ever missed what must have been a cult classic as I looked for references on google images.

Fortunately, my search led to a real sexual mood killer. I mean, who could fantasize about Sally Field as the Flying Nun, with or without an automatic weapon.

So rejecting the Nude Nuns, I settled on some English caper movie, which turned out to be a poor choice under the circumstances: it featured a young actress with long legs who felt a need to wear colored tights with short skirts throughout the flick: definitely a weak spot for Slave. It got me thinking about Mistress and her "special" black tights that provide easy access for office worship.

Gulp.

Fortunately, the NBA finals were an option, and that's where Slave settled, along with the morning's NY Times.  Boring, maybe, but hardly a turn on.

I did hear from Mistress at around 9:30 or so.

"We just got back from a long ride Slave.... had dinner at that place we went to on Friday...."

We talked about our plans for the morning.... when she'd give me a call.  Then we muttered mushy good nights. J was in the background, clearly making the sort of snarky comments that Slave makes when the tables are reversed,

So.... Slave worked through his "distractions" and definitely looks forward for some hot "reunion" sex tonight!

Slave Gets Tossed Into the Cage

Mistress announced that tonight would be her evening with J this week.... she plans a long bike ride along with some other "action".  From this photo taken in Sunday, you can see why J enjoys taking Mistress out on the bike trails near his "Love Shack", if only  as a little foreplay.  She does look rather buff doesn't she, and when you peal down those riding shorts.... she's quite intoxicating as the salty vapors from her workout mingle with her musky juices.

Dang.

I am going to miss her tonight.

But Slave got some instructions of his own.

"Our readers are right, Slave.... you've been getting off too easy lately.... I want you in that cage tomorrow."

Sp I'm up, my cock and balls already smushed through the hard steel ring. Mistress will get the benefit of this performance prolonging device this morning before I slide the "lid" on and let her close the lock.

It could be a long, cruel  day of denial here in River City. (I know, you're feeling my pain, aren't you Harry?)

Yesterday we got a report from our diligent Western Correspondent who has literally been putting his special occasion cock on the line in order to bring you devoted UCTMW readers the scoop on the deviant stylings at Scarlett Ranch, in the foothills of the Rockies.  Here is the conclusion of his latest tale:

Well B and I had a wonderful night

The long suffering B as Mick said.... enjoyed herself 

She was very flattered by  all the  attention she got

And so was I

Mr Doctor wants her bad

But I'm taking this thing at B's pace

Funny thing I told Ms Doctor that B liked her husband

And she says "enough to fuck him?"

Even the WC was a little taken aback at the blunt question........

Oh well

Funny thing is B is pushing me to get with other ladies

Reverse cuckolding??????

Seriously she kept saying who do you think is hot?

Well go talk to her 

SO

I did... crazy    ....  but I got some very good responses 

Could have done them but I'm still a little.......  are you sure this is OK???????????

Just feeling our way

Anyway that club throws the best parties in town for  for sure

Crazy crazy shit going  on

AND

I know I'm going to get shit from Suzanne and Mick for teasing them along

No meat Sue...........

But I bet the school uniform on Sophie has old Mick going

Actually when B and I went to those spanking parties in LA  a lot of the ladies dressed in school uniforms and then got their bare bottoms paddled

Look out Sophie!!!!!!

BTW Mick if Jay has a hot road bike there is no way you could keep up anyway

Those fuckers are twice as easy to ride as a junk bike....  and twice as fast

That's how my brother in law almost got killed recently

Didn't know how fast he was going down a hill he had been down 100"s of times before

Broke his new carbon fibber bike in half!

Anyway 

Take care U 2 nuts

The 

WC

Well WC, I have a feeling a few of our readers will be let down that our reporter did not plunge a little deeper into the opportunities for reporting Saturday night. But I know you like to retain your objectivity.  Could it be that B is encouraging you because she figures that's the only way you will let her get her crazy on with the Doctor?

We may have to open up the subject for comment here to get to the bottom of it.

And you're right, no way my "hybrid" bike is gonna keep pace with J's "road bike". Like me, it's built for comfort, not for speed. There's a metaphor somewhere there, I think. But then we try to keep it simple here at UCTMW. 

We'll save the self-reflection for Sin and Aisha.