Pussy Whipped?

Last week Suzanne had a little piece over at All Mine on a phrase that has a certain 60's - 70's tawdry feel to me: Pussy Whipped. You can read here take, Here.

Of course, her perspective was from the purported "whipper",  how her female friends would use the word derisively to suggest maybe Suzanne had her boyfriend a little too tightly wrapped around her little finger. And of course, she also thought of it in the context of how she had her beaus "trained" to tend to her "pussy" with their lips and tongue firs,t before they could expect any reciprocal attention.

But what about from the guy's perspective. When your male buddies used the term, it was usually in the context of a guy who would rather spend his Friday evening, or some summer afternoon, hanging out with his girl-friend rather than with "the guys", maybe at a high school football game, or a pub crawl evening in college.

I can recall a crowded three room suite at my alma mater, when I would appropriate the room I shared with another fellow for an evening with a tall, sexually curious woman for some "everything but" sexual activity. My roommates, who were probably just jealous, would use terminology like "pussy whipped" when it became clear that I'd rather spend time in a horizontal position with this tall but hardly a beauty woman than get high and listen to Quadraphenia with them all night.

Of course, back in those days, Slave had hardly a hint of what real female dominance might involve. I just knew it was more fun to be with a women where there was at least a hint of sexual opportunity than with a bunch of dopey, clueless guys.

But what about the notion that Suzanne introduced: the sexual connotation of the term that suggests that "pussy worship" must always come first as the gateway for any lowly male satisfaction. 

While I was hardly reluctant to deploy that strategy in prior relationship, I have a very vivid memory of the first time Mistress and I "got together" about 24 years ago. 

We were both married to other people. She was in her mid-twenties. I was a "dirty old man" at 38. Our smouldering mutual attraction had finally gotten the better of us, and we arranged to meet at a bland suburban motel for some "private time".  That gorgeous, young Molly even brought snacks,  I can still taste in a strange way: strawberries and red licorice.

But the taste I can recall most vividly was the taste I savored as I lowered my head between those strong and shapely thighs. It was the way we started off that afternoon, and I can recall at least two cycles that triggered an addiction that lasts to this day.

And ever since, it seems we have almost always commenced any sexual engagement with me using my lips and tongue to give her that tasty starter cum, that hopefully leaves her wanting an "entre" involving my work-a-day cock.

Of course, over the years, this "worship" has become a tad more ritualized. Now I'm her Slave. I can get in big trouble if I forget to offer my worshipful services when the opportunity presents itself. And her dominance of our sexual life is reflected in our written contract and the cock cage I am sometimes required to wear (though not nearly enough according to some of our readers).

I suppose I was irreversibly changed the very moment I first tasted those luscious juices the afternoon we met in that bland outside River City. Sort of like Peter Parker and that nasty spider bite.

Does that make me "pussy whipped"?

You bet.

HNT / Mistress and the Fed Ex Man

Mistress has been recovering from a nasty cough these last few days. The clean, high mountain air seems to be helping, and the sunshine charged her batteries like nothing else.

Though it's not too humid here, the sun can be very intense. Slave does to huddle under the portal (the overhang that surrounds our house) with a good book.

Mistress on the other hand likes to go for it, soaking up the sun's rays for hours at a time. Fortunately, her swarthy complexion seems to handle it. I offer to apply sun screen, which offer is usually rejected. Amazingly she does not burn.

And because we have almost complete privacy, why shouldn't Mistress use this opportunity to eliminate those tan lines.

"My 'clean shaven folds' are all tan now Slave.... what do you think?"

This said as she hands me an iced tea she had generously offered to get her Slave, giving me a full view of her firm and bronzed body.

"Lovely, Mistress."

The only problem can be the ocassional arrival of the Fed Ex Man who pulls up the drive, loops around at the top, and then hands over his package.

If he is aware of what to look for, and he's been here more than a few times over the years, he's likely to get a very nice view of the lovely Mistress from the high seat of his delivery van.

As it turned out, when he arrived yesterday, I was inside making some lunch, while Mistress remained in naked repose out on her chair, as demonstrated above.

He did have a rather dazed expression on his face when he handed over the envelope sent from my office.

Maybe it was just the sun. Playing tricks on him.

Wildlife

After our morning wake up sex here in the high desert, poor Mistress was inundated with a number of phone and email "conversations" from her office. Our original plan had been for a morning bike ride, but she had  clearly had enough of the "karma killing" folks at work, so she suggested an alternative plan.

"Let's just go to the beach, Slave."

The beach here is at the foot of a steep, winding 1/3 mile trail into the Rio Grande Gorge. The destination is an ancient hot springs on the bank of the river, with a small sandy beach to boot. Sadly, Mistress was unable to do any nude sunbathing, because she did not want to shock a group of  Archeology students and faculty from Columbia and Barnard who were mapping some ancient ruins and searching for petroglyphs left here by the Anasazi or other long lost tribes.

We did run into some horses left to graze at the rim of the gorge by their owners. Amazingly, the single strand rope "cage"  left by the owners was all it took to keep them from wandering off.  We met the owners on the trail and they said a simple strand of twine was usually enough to mark their limits back at their ranch.

I suspect Mistress wished she could train me so well!  But maybe that's where we're heading.

We spent a few hours basking in the sun, and cooling in the tepid springs and cold river, heading home only when late afternoon storm clouds gathered.

We still had plans for a ride, but figured a 4 pm nap would be a nice idea. AS it turns out we slept for about an hour, to be woken by a call to Mistress from J.

They were cute as she talked to him from our bed about what's up in River City. He can be a little taciturn, so I can imagine his embarrassment when Mistress inquired as to whether he missed having sex with her.  No doubt the answer is "yes", for both of them.

When the call was done, it seemed that Mistress was in the mood for a little attention from her Slave. She instructed me to insert my "device", the aneros, to assure a particularly needy cock - no problem there. And after I worshiped her to one slowly building cum, she decided it was time to ride her cock, to a few more moaning and groaning orgasms, before she rolled over to let her Slave take his own pleasure from her lush body.

We did end up taking the bike ride, but only after a rather startling discovery.  As I was retrieving our bikes and helmets from the back of the house, I noticed a little "guest" hiding behind a snow shovel leaning against a wall.

A rather young rattle snake, only about 20 inches long.  I moved the shovel, hoping he would just slither away. Instead he coiled up in a defensive crouch.....

After pointing out the little dude to Mistress, we steered clear of him, wondering where his larger Mother might be lurking.

We hope this doesn't discourage potential guests for the bloggers' convention. (He was gone when we returned from our ride).

But before signing off, I did want to share with you some additional ideas that our Western Correspondent had for products for the UCTMW on line retail store:

Hey Mick 

Here is my idea for new products if you want to use it tomorrow and sleep in

Bicycle seats..........

I think Donna is on to something here

Her dildo seat could become unisex         

Just a slight adjustment built into the seat for a different angle and voila! 

Unisex seat..

Then we could partner with Hitachi and build a vibrating seat for the ladies of UCTMW

And the world!!!!!!!!

A little switch on the handlebars could switch it on and off

Or just duct tape a vibrator to the bike seat

That is the WC's idea:)

Then her riding partner could roll up beside her and twist the handle when he wanted her to speed up.... or slow down:)

Then Molly.......... when you are sucking gas on a long up hill

Presto, instant energy!!!!!

Hey............ they let us use cell phone in our cars.......

And Donna

We can have them build either a dildo.... vibrator......Or both into your new chair

That would get you out and about!!!!!!!!!!!

And just think Molly maybe you can pitch this idea to Ford, GM and Toyota,,

In fact I'm sure you could

Happy lady drivers all over the world!!!!!!!

Maybe a few more crashes but......

The WC doesn't mind:)

Just kidding!!!!

Love all you Nuts

The WC

Thanks, WC for these exciting new product concepts.

Though I wonder how Ralph Nader or Consumer Reports might react to these new "distractions" for those traveling our highways.  But just think, it could be a boon for personal injury lawyers.

Mistress Gets Some Unsolicited Sex Advice

I'm sad to report that  Slave blinked on switch day yesterday. So if you were counting on smutty shots of Mistress tied to some furniture and "suffering" through some forced orgasms, you'll be disappointed today.  Truth be told, Mistress has been recuperating from some bad lung congestion.  So Slave showed some mercy, and chose not to make her any more uncomfortable than possible.

That's not to say that we didn't enjoy some lovely wake-up sex before we headed to a beautiful and seemingly deserted national park north of here, for a long bike ride. The wind was brisk, the air was dry and surprisingly cool, and the views were spectacular.

We got back here at our hideaway by around 1 pm, time for some relaxation with  books out on the patio, Naturally, Mistress was completely naked, working on eliminating those tan lines.  I was mulling the thought of tying her to the lounge chair and unleashing the Hitachi, but just then some late afternoon clouds and winds popped up, cooling things off considerably. It seemed like a good time to adjourn to our bedroom for a nap, which turned into a late afternoon "matinee" with Slave commencing things with some hardcore worship, followed by some slow and tender fucking that I hoped did not disrupt Mistress's slow recovery from that nasty cough.

Sadly, we did have to get out of bed by around 5:30 pm, to attend a dinner party down the road a bit hosted by some friends here from Texas.  Slave was grumbling a bit about this engagement: these are nice folks, but, quite frankly, more like people we work with or know through our kids back in River City. A little too suburban and dull, and not the types who represent the iconoclastic charm of the southwest.

But we knew the food and wine would be good, and it's hard to come up with a good excuse NOT to accept a generous dinner invitation when the folks knew we were here without kids and did not have an early Monday work meeting on our "busy" schedules. ( I did suggest to Mistress in our post coital bliss that we could say she had a relapse,  something involving anthrax. She was not amused!)

Truth be told, once Mistress and Slave began our little adventure in the world of kinky sex, dinners with vanilla types can be a little dull, no matter where they are, or what the view.

These two couples are both in their 50's. Not particularly stylish, and certainly not particularly sexy. Our inside  joke about them is that they need other folks around all the time because they don't seem to enjoy their own company, let alone actually have sex. 

So as we were sitting there, munching on some cheese and crackers before dinner, we were a little   dumbfounded when one of the rather frumpy ladies brought up the subject of ..... you guessed it.... 50 Shades of Grey.

Argh.

She'd been reading it. So have her friends. And then there was that "girl" with her boyfriend on the plane up from Texas, reading it too.

I was keeping my mouth shut. But Mistress had to inject.....

"You know, Mick read it too..... he wanted to see what all the talk was about."

Of course, now that she had embarrassed me, I was tempted to note that it was purely for journalistic purposes, so I could review it in our kinky sex blog.

But I was more.... prudent. 

"It seemed pretty lame to me .... I mean, does anyone know any seemingly hot recent college grads who are still virgins?"

Both of these frumpy ladies looked at me like I was crazy.

"Oh sure..... there are lots of them out there!", they both seemed to say, in unison.

I guess I don't know many girls who go to TCU, SMU and A&M.

I figured it was time for Slave to shut up, just as their attention turned to Mistress.

"So did you read it Molly?",  giving her that knowing look implying the opportunities  she might be missing for a little private finger fiddling when her lumox of a husband was "out with the boys", maybe bowling or hunting  squirrels.

"No.... when Mick told me  how bad it was, I just stuck it on the shelf...."

"But you'd actually like it..... let him read it to you, or you read it to him.... you never know where that might lead...."

All accompanied by a little naughty tittering.

But I was impressed with the way Mistress shut them both down.

"Believe me, that would not be necessary....."

At that point I'm sure we were both imagining what the two Texas moms would think if they got a glance at UCTMW.

Of course, that might be one way to cut off future not enthusiastically accepted dinner invitations.