600,000 Page Viewers Can't Be Wrong.

Here in River City, Mistress and Slave had a rather hellacious work week: too much performance art for me; too much up and down the highway and “pitching” for her.

So it was nice to have nothing on the agenda for our Friday evening. We got home at around 5:30 pm, there was a little worship to get Mistress and Slave into the right frame of mind, then a bike ride up to our swim club where Mistress put in some laps for about 30 minutes as Slave rambled through the NY Times.

AS the sun sunk low we headed back to the UCTMW World HQ, had a refreshing “picnic” dinner while perusing the web, drank some wine, then headed to bed. 

The stress had slowly faded into the background, and it was time for some Friday night action.  Mistress instructed her Slave to insert the aneros, as a little reminder of who was in charge… and naturally I complied.

I settled between her thighs for some extended tongue play…. And her hips were soon rising to meet my purposeful lips and tongue. Her moans of convulsions told me I had done a workmanlike job. And by now my cock was telling me it would like to move on to the next round.

“How’s my cock, Slave?”

He questing fingers answered the question for her, and she used her own warm lips to get me into the crazed and begging state quicker than Mitt Romney can reset his etch-a-sketch screen.

Fortunately, Mistress was indulgent.

Our plans today are a little more complicated.  Mistress has an early hair grooming session, after some pre-scheduled wake up sex. I’m going to spend sometime with one of my cute grandsons, and visit my cranky Mother.

“Slave…. while you’re busy I’m going over to pay a call on J….”

“No problem, Mistress….”

“He wanted to know if we should go for a bike ride AND have sex…. but I told him let’s skip the ride today….”

“No point in trying to over-schedule, Mistress.”

So Mistress will get plenty of action today….. she may need a nap by afternoon, and I will be happy to join her.

When I woke this AM, I did notice that the little meter on the blog passed a significant milestone: more than 600,000 page views here. (Actually, there’s probably a lot more, since the meter did not go up at the start, and other “metrics” seem inconsistent…. But …. It’s still rather strange, isn’t it?)

I flipped over to the page that shows how many views particular entries have had and came to a stunning realization: our Western Correspondent is the reigning king of ratings here at UCTMW. 

His “Tutorial on Slave Positions” has been viewed 6021 times, and stands at #1.

His “Tutorial on First Time Ass fucking” ranks 2^nd, with  2,181 page views.

Donna comes in 3^rd with her “Tutorial on Butt Plugs”, with 2879 views.

“The Contract” comes in 4^th, with 2193 views.

You can see links to all of them on the right, which I suspect is one reason why these entries have done so well…. success begets success in the world of internet “journalism”.  

And the fetching photos that accompany Mike’s two “chart toppers” can’t hurt. If I substituted a photo of say, Rick Santorum, with the anonymous kneeling Slave shot currently there, I suspect page views might shrink, don’t you think?  (Maybe an experiment is in order).

And Mistress’s lush ass is bound to attract clicks. Right?

But lets give the big guy and his inimitable stylings on spelling,  grammar and punctuation his due!  WC, when you get back from that well earned vacation after all the long stressful hours you’ve put in at Scarlett Ranch there is going to be a 10% bonus in that fat paycheck of yours. As my mother would say, “don’t spend it all in one place!”

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!