One Down

I suppose I should be grateful that sorority girls are disinclined to do anything before 11 am on a Saturday morning.

That was the announced time for our departure to her campus yesterday, giving Mistress and Slave some time for a leisurely session of worship and fucking in the executive suite here at the UCTMW World HQ, followed by a bike ride in some mercifully cool weather here before we loaded up TWO vehicles for the hour drive to her leafy, bucolic campus just north of here.

Don't get me started on all the stuff that she needed to haul up there. Lots of clothes, shoes and other paraphernalia , much of which consisted of the equipment you need to help store, stack or contain all the stuff you are trying to shmush into a small space while still making room for another sorority's girls stuff and related containment and storage devices. This might lead a father to explain that with less "stuff" you might not need quite as much other stuff for storage, stacking and containment. But I do know when to shut up.

The biggest, heaviest item was a double sized futon / couch which barely fit between the two girls' single beds. Useful for..... well, I don;t think we want to go there, do we?

So once we hit campus, it was Slave's job to help haul all that stuff up to the 2nd floor room, as the women folk set to the organizational tasks - making beds, finding plugs for electronic devices, etc.

Fortunately, there was another father / field slave available when it came time to haul that futon up the stairs.  I am very hopeful that next year, when our sorority girl no doubt will want to move into an off-campus house or apartment, there are some Frat Boys in her life who can do some of this heavy lifting!  If not, then what was the point of hauling that double sized futon upstairs in the first place?

I know there are some readers out there wondering if Slave got an eyeful of the other sorority girls moving in. I did notice a few of them splayed on their beds as I was hauling stuff past open dorm room doors. There was even a sort of cute blonde wrapped in only a towel, emerging from the showers, which are communal, not "en suite".

But quite frankly, young nubile vacuous sorority girls are not my cup of tea. I much prefer the experienced, wise and authoritative Mistress in my life.

After a lunch on the cute little main street of this throw back college town, where one would expect to see Betty and Veronica emerging from the local Malt shop, we gave our daughter a hug goodbye and headed home.

The sullen teen had accompanied us, and dismissed the place with three words: "Way too preppy."

True.  This is definitely Paul Ryan territory. Not for her, and I am grateful that she has her own values.

Back at home we needed to crash, and a nice nap, followed by an evening watching a cute but vapid movie at home was in order.

Mistress did fret a bit that our sex life has gotten a little vanilla of late. Too much time spent dealing with kids and work stresses.  But these things go in cycles, don't they?  A week from now our other daughter will be gone off to college, and the nest will be emptied for at least a few months.

But there's no need to contain ourselves until then.  It is Switch Day here, after all.  Maybe I can "whip something up" to surprise Mistress?

Moving (on) Day

Mistress and Slave are delivering their sorority girl daughter to her campus just north of River City today.  It's been (sort of) nice to have her home this summer.... but the time has come.

And the days are short before the sullen teen, daughter number 2,  gets delivered to her campus "back east" too.

Last night there was some extra bonding time with her. While Mistress did get some worship, our evening focused on me preparing some vegetarian pasta and then the three of us sitting down to watch a movie the teen selected, the Wes Anderson Darjeeling Limited, a crazy cartoonishly lit movie about three sons on a quest to find their long departed Mother (Angelica Huston) in India.  When they finally do "find" her, at a convent in the Himilayas, it's clear that she's glad to see them, but is more than ready for them to move on and find their own lives.

At this point, I think Mistress and I can relate.

And watching the movie with my daughter, I wondered if she wanted us to see that she got the message.  Or did she like the movie because it starred Owen Wilson?

Another of life's mysteries.

Don't worry friends.  We hope to get back to being a sex blog soon enough.

Keeping the Torch Lit

The balancing of getting kids off to college, work and trying to get some exercise here in River City may have cramped Mick's blogging this week, but I can reassure you that Mistress and Slave have done their best to keep  our usually robust sex life from flickering out. Unlike the folks in London, we are determined not to let the flame die.

So last night we had an unexpected opportunity and grabbed it.

One daughter made plans for dinner with a friend.  The other had a friend over. That meant we had some time to ourselves.  Some pre-dinner worship by Slave got us both in the mood for a main course in lieu of the dinner we had planned o prepare for the four of us.

"Go put in your device, Slave...."

She was referring to the aneros, which had been gathering some dust on the bathroom shelf crying out for some lubricant.

After inserting it at her direction, and feeling that little jolt to my work-a-day cock, Slave returned to the bed for further proceedings, which culminated in me begging for her permission to cum, but only after I made sure she'd enjoyed one or two more herself.

It definitely was wise to take our opportunity when presented, because this morning we had to get up and out the door before 7 am for one of those infernal breakfast meetings which only the earnest business Herrs and Fraus of River City seem to schedule.

That means Slave has been pining for Mistress and some sexual release since last evening. And now Mistress is over at her lover J's house for a little "visit".  She says she won't be too late.... but I suspect Slave will be expected to keep his own powder dry this evening.

Fortunately, there are no early breakfast meetings tomorrow for either of us.

Countdown....

We're letting you down, blog-o-verse. 

Molly and Mick have been in a rather dull routine of getting kids ready to leave for college, work, and, last night, joining some of Mistress's clients at a local tennis tournament. By the time we got home after 11 pm, neither one of us had the moxie for any sexual adventures.

Of course, there has been wake-up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ. But the close proximity of our sleeping children and the deck that needed a second coat of stain / sealer here cramped our Sunday Switch day stylings.

My other problem..... an addiction to the political news as the Presidential campaign in the states heats up. It's hard for me to tear myself away from the morning commentary, news and polling data to entertain you with our smutty musings.

But there is light at the end of the tunnel, we hope, and not just an oncoming train.

On Saturday we drop our cute Co-Ed off at her campus, just an hour up the road.

Then a week from this evening, we will be taking the sullen teen on the longer journey to her college on the east coast.

The nest will be empty again!!!!!

In the meantime, we will try to keep things a float here as best we can.

Mistress is invited over to J's love nest tomorrow evening for a little mid-week sleepover.  She seemed a little reluctant.  "I feel kind of guilty with the kids so close to leaving again...."

But I reassured her.

"Do you think they'd feel guilty if something more entertaining came up for them than hanging in the same house as their boring parents?"

Hardly.  I think they are both looking forward to their restored unsupervised independence.

As are their parents!