Mistress Likes to Ride

First, pardon our absence here yesterday. I know many of you were probably left a tad .... unsettled  yesterday without your daily dose of UCTMW. Both Mistress and Slave had way to early start times yesterday, and needed all the sleep we could muster after a very active Father's Day here in River City. Sometimes real life has to take a back seat to our vast media empire, and yesterday was one of those days. Hopefully you were able to catch Suzanne's account of her well deserved spanking over at All Mine . That should have more than filled your need for vicarious sexual adventuring!

My report today is on the manner in which Mistress manages her growing "stable" of male service providers, as evidenced by our conversation on the bike trail Sunday morning. You may recall Mitt Romney's comment about how much pleasure he takes in firing service providers he is not happy with..... well, in this case, Mistress made it clear that she also has some limits.

She's been ramping up her mileage on her bike in recent weeks. With warm weather she has been enjoying time over at J's house, with easy access to a long bike trail along a river. Sunday morning, after some wake up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ, both of us headed over to J's love shack for what turned out to be a 2 hour, 24 mile trek in humid weather that had Slave more than fully exercised by the time we were done.

Of course, this came a day after Mistress worked both J and I through our sexual paces on Saturday morning.

As J and I trailed Mistress up a hill on our route, and we both admired her firm ass and muscular legs, I commented on the ulterior motive involved.

"J, I think she's trying to build up our endurance ...."

"Could be Mick... she does have quite an apetite, doesn't she...."

You could say that.

But somewhere along the trail, after about 15 miles she did have a bit of a complaint to share with both of us.

"Hmmmm..... my 'parts' are starting to feel it on this saddle.... the riding, plus the sex are taking its toll...."

"Well, Mistress, you could take a week off from riding....."

"What... give up exercise?  No way. Maybe I should just give up  sex with you two for a week so I have a little recuperation time ...."

Both of us did a double take.

Huh....Mistress give up sex for a week?

"That doesn't sound like a good idea....", J and I said almost simultaneously.

Fortunately, her resolve did not last past last evening, here at home, after an hellacious day. And tonight she'll be heading over to J's love shack for what could be a double "rider": on her bike and later, in the sack with her lover.

Oops. I forgot to ask last night if she wants her Slave in the cage today.  I guess I'd better check before thw wake up sex.

An Over Serviced Mistress

Mistress and I got back to the UCTMW World HQ at around 2:30 pm yesterday afternoon, and I could tell she was ..... well, ready for some rest.

While I had been out galavanting with my cute grandson, she had been engaged in some extended play with J over at his "love shack".

Of course, she and I had our own wake-up sex here Saturday morning. Then she had some hair maintenance done. She called me at around 10 am as I was collecting the grandson for our adventures.

"Hi Slave.... I'm headed over to J's now...."

"Have fun, Mistress", I muttered into the phone, out of ear shot of my son in law who was applying sun screen to the squirming 3 year old.

"I suspect I will, Slave...."

And she seemed to have had fun, by the looks of her, as she slid out  of her sun dress, clearly ready for a nap.

"How did it go, Mistress?"

"Had a lot of sex Slave.... I'm pretty exhausted....."

I didn't even want to attempt an orgasm count for the poor dear.

So we settled into bed. She was soon out like a light. Slave had some work to do, so I sat next to her, paging through documents.

Later, when she woke we took a nice bike ride, and settled in for an evening at home, watching an old movie with Warren Beatty and Diane Keaton.  Mistress was on the couch next to me, as the photo shows, barely dressed on something comfy.

But it was clear that her "parts" had been more than adequately serviced by the her Slave and her Lover for the day.

Sometimes it's best to leave well enough alone.





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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.