One of today's comments suggested that the election results will somehow cause America to plunge over some fiscal cliff. Like the President, Old Mick is a bit more optimistic.
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
A Festival of Democracy
This year saw a particularly aggressive effort to make it harder to vote in our state and around the country.
The cynical math was that the fewer folks who voted, the better the chances for the political establishment that wanted to turn back to an earlier (and less inclusive) time. After a night like last night, the punditry is already proclaiming that what was unclear 48 hours ago was pre-destined. Inevitable.
Don't believe a word of it. It took a whole lot of work, as well as the determination of folks here and around the nation to wait in long lines in often hostile weather and conditions to make it happen. They would not be suppressed.
The satisfaction of fighting that fight successfully is pretty strong today here at the UCTMW World HQ. But we did rouse ourselves for some celebratory wake-up sex. And now its back to our "day" jobs.
We'll get back to normal here after a good night's sleep tonight. Until then, no matter who you voted for, we should all celebrate a country that can fight it out at the ballot box, and then, hopefully, move forward.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Mistress Spends her Sunday With David
Cougar Week may be over, but there is at least one 'keeper' so far from Mistress's little experiment. After our morning sexual rituals here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday morning, Mistress got focused on primping for her "Command Performance" up in the little college town where our cute Co-Ed is matriculating.
"He says I'm to wear a skirt, Slave."
"No doubt he wants full access to those clean shaven folds, Mistress. And who can blame him?"
So as Slave read the election news with a high degree of angst, Mistress slid into her "surprise", the peek-a-boo tights that definitely provide an "all access pass" to the lucky guy de jour.
She even had me hook up the back of her sweet black corset. What do you think og the package that David had the privilege of unwrapping yesterday:
Mistress was out the door by 9 am. Slave did some leaf raking, then headed off to watch Payton Manning dismantle my helpless pussycats. It turned out I was wise to avoid a bet with the WC with Mistress's lovely ass on the line.
During the game, Mistress texted that David had elected to take her to dinner after a full day of 'other' activity.
"I'll be home in a few hours, slave."
After the game, Slave visited the local Board of Elections, where local voters, mostly African American, were waiting in a three hour line in the cold and dusk to vote early. Their determination to be counted certainly was inspiring.
At home I fixed some dinner, and enjoyed the replay of my alma mater's unlikely OT victory on Saturday evening. At least one of my teams won over the weekend!
But nagging in the back of my twisted mind was the image of Mistress in that sexy outfit, being fully exploited by her younger lover. I certainly was curious to know how things went.
She made it home safely at a little after 9 pm. And was surprisingly refreshed after her long day. She confirmed my suspicion. Amidst all the sex they had time to take a Sunday afternoon nap before dinner. A good choice, and a sign that the two of them must be meshing.
"Even his dog liked me, Slave."
Which says a lot, since Mistress would not be mistaken for a dog person.
"Did he like the peek-a-boo tights, Mistress."
"Oh yes.... and my ass too. He says I have the ass of a 19 yr. old cheerleader."
In summation, a good time was had by all. And Mistress collected a full photon torpedo spread of cums.
"I lost count Slave...."
(Though that did not prevent me from awarding her with one more cum via my anxious lips and tongue as she lay there in be next to me. She even slept in the peek-a-boo tights, to cater to my particular kink for them).
Before we drifted off to sleep, Mistress announced that David will be coming to dinner again on Thursday night.
Sounds like a keeper.
"He says I'm to wear a skirt, Slave."
"No doubt he wants full access to those clean shaven folds, Mistress. And who can blame him?"
So as Slave read the election news with a high degree of angst, Mistress slid into her "surprise", the peek-a-boo tights that definitely provide an "all access pass" to the lucky guy de jour.
She even had me hook up the back of her sweet black corset. What do you think og the package that David had the privilege of unwrapping yesterday:
During the game, Mistress texted that David had elected to take her to dinner after a full day of 'other' activity.
"I'll be home in a few hours, slave."
After the game, Slave visited the local Board of Elections, where local voters, mostly African American, were waiting in a three hour line in the cold and dusk to vote early. Their determination to be counted certainly was inspiring.
At home I fixed some dinner, and enjoyed the replay of my alma mater's unlikely OT victory on Saturday evening. At least one of my teams won over the weekend!
But nagging in the back of my twisted mind was the image of Mistress in that sexy outfit, being fully exploited by her younger lover. I certainly was curious to know how things went.
She made it home safely at a little after 9 pm. And was surprisingly refreshed after her long day. She confirmed my suspicion. Amidst all the sex they had time to take a Sunday afternoon nap before dinner. A good choice, and a sign that the two of them must be meshing.
"Even his dog liked me, Slave."
Which says a lot, since Mistress would not be mistaken for a dog person.
"Did he like the peek-a-boo tights, Mistress."
"Oh yes.... and my ass too. He says I have the ass of a 19 yr. old cheerleader."
In summation, a good time was had by all. And Mistress collected a full photon torpedo spread of cums.
"I lost count Slave...."
(Though that did not prevent me from awarding her with one more cum via my anxious lips and tongue as she lay there in be next to me. She even slept in the peek-a-boo tights, to cater to my particular kink for them).
Before we drifted off to sleep, Mistress announced that David will be coming to dinner again on Thursday night.
Sounds like a keeper.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Another One Bites the Dust
We left you hanging here Friday afternoon with Slave heading home to see how Mistress did with her "nooner" engagement with K, the 43 year older who was a late contender for Mistress's Cougar Week play-offs.
On the drive home, Mistress let me know that the "coast was clear", so I did not have to worry about barging into anything that would make all of us blush.
I found Mistress in bed, her laptop open, under the covers, dressed in one of her cute little nighties. She had that post-well - fucked look on her face.
"My body's sore, slave...."
The debriefing went as you might expect, if you were a 61 year old Slave / Cuckold coming home after your wife had spent a few hours in bed with a young(er) stud.
"He knows what he's doing Slave.... and he 'bounces back' quickly.... we did it three times betweem 1:30 and 4:00."
"Impressive, Mistress."
And he likes different positions.... from the side, from behind, me riding his cock."
"Sounds like you had a lot of orgasms, Mistress...."
"Oh, I did Slave...."
"But I detect a slight lack of enthrallment...."
"Well.... I have to say, he's a little strange...."
"How so, Mistress...."
"Well, kind of full of himself.... he actually said 'some women say I have the perfect cock'."
"Well was it perfect?
"It was OK, Slave.... but nothing to marvel over."
"Glad to know the WC doesn't have to worry about that...."
"And his situation is pretty strange...."
Mistress went on to describe the fact that K, who is divorced, has what some might consider a bizarre relationship with a woman who lives out west.... they met on a yahoo chat page, and have had a three year relationship. But they've only actually been together three times. But he says she's planning to move in with him at the end of the school year, along with her child.
OK, maybe that's not so odd. But K, who had said he also wants a 'live' relationship here in River City, is rather tightly leashed by this woman.
"He says he can't go more than about 2 hours without 'checking in' with her.... so, if I spent the night at his house, he'd have to be able to talk to her for about an hour or more every night..."
"So he's got you there, but is probably having phone sex with her in another room? Ewww....."
"Very Ewwww, Slave....."
"Had he told you about all this before...."
"There were wiffs of it Slave, but not all the details."
"So what made you overcome that initial reluctance, I mean some of his texts were pretty anal... like whether you could PDA in public, or go on weekend trips with him, even before you figured whether there was a spark?"
"I guess I fell for those superficial good looks, Slave. He has this Abercrombie model handsome thing going for him.... and making out with him on the park bench was kind of hot. But, truth be told, after the first time we had sex, I was ready for him the leave."
"But at least you got those extra cums for the 2nd and 3rd times, Mistress."
"True... but now my body hurts...."
Poor Mistress.
But yesterday she sent K a brief text message which she read to me. The gist was that it was nice meeting him, but his situation was way too complicated, and she had no desire to get in the middle of his relationship with the lady from out west.
Good bye Mr. Perfect Cock.
That leaves David and Matt.
Matt is the "nice guy", divorced, who has been dutifully texting Mistress this weekend from his trip with his two cute kids to the Smokies. They have another dinner scheduled Wednesday night. He's the tortoise in the race. But as Mistress says, maybe he needs a wife, not a lover.
And as it turns out David, the free spirit, texted Mistress early this morning, taking advantage of the time change.
He's "summoned" his "little slave" to come up to his town today even earlier than planned, and dictated that she wear a skirt. She seems excited by these demands, and will surprise him with her "peek-a-boo" tights. It's cold out here this morning !
Fortunately, there was still some time for wake-up sex for her dutiful Slave. But there is a downside.
"All these rendezvous are messing with my exercise schedule, Slave. But amazingly, I've lost 8 pounds in a week."
"Wow. There could be a book in this: "The Mistress Molly Diet: Cougar Your Way to a New You".
I'll get the editorial staff on it.
On the drive home, Mistress let me know that the "coast was clear", so I did not have to worry about barging into anything that would make all of us blush.
I found Mistress in bed, her laptop open, under the covers, dressed in one of her cute little nighties. She had that post-well - fucked look on her face.
"My body's sore, slave...."
The debriefing went as you might expect, if you were a 61 year old Slave / Cuckold coming home after your wife had spent a few hours in bed with a young(er) stud.
"He knows what he's doing Slave.... and he 'bounces back' quickly.... we did it three times betweem 1:30 and 4:00."
"Impressive, Mistress."
And he likes different positions.... from the side, from behind, me riding his cock."
"Sounds like you had a lot of orgasms, Mistress...."
"Oh, I did Slave...."
"But I detect a slight lack of enthrallment...."
"Well.... I have to say, he's a little strange...."
"How so, Mistress...."
"Well, kind of full of himself.... he actually said 'some women say I have the perfect cock'."
"Well was it perfect?
"It was OK, Slave.... but nothing to marvel over."
"Glad to know the WC doesn't have to worry about that...."
"And his situation is pretty strange...."
Mistress went on to describe the fact that K, who is divorced, has what some might consider a bizarre relationship with a woman who lives out west.... they met on a yahoo chat page, and have had a three year relationship. But they've only actually been together three times. But he says she's planning to move in with him at the end of the school year, along with her child.
OK, maybe that's not so odd. But K, who had said he also wants a 'live' relationship here in River City, is rather tightly leashed by this woman.
"He says he can't go more than about 2 hours without 'checking in' with her.... so, if I spent the night at his house, he'd have to be able to talk to her for about an hour or more every night..."
"So he's got you there, but is probably having phone sex with her in another room? Ewww....."
"Very Ewwww, Slave....."
"Had he told you about all this before...."
"There were wiffs of it Slave, but not all the details."
"So what made you overcome that initial reluctance, I mean some of his texts were pretty anal... like whether you could PDA in public, or go on weekend trips with him, even before you figured whether there was a spark?"
"I guess I fell for those superficial good looks, Slave. He has this Abercrombie model handsome thing going for him.... and making out with him on the park bench was kind of hot. But, truth be told, after the first time we had sex, I was ready for him the leave."
"But at least you got those extra cums for the 2nd and 3rd times, Mistress."
"True... but now my body hurts...."
Poor Mistress.
But yesterday she sent K a brief text message which she read to me. The gist was that it was nice meeting him, but his situation was way too complicated, and she had no desire to get in the middle of his relationship with the lady from out west.
Good bye Mr. Perfect Cock.That leaves David and Matt.
Matt is the "nice guy", divorced, who has been dutifully texting Mistress this weekend from his trip with his two cute kids to the Smokies. They have another dinner scheduled Wednesday night. He's the tortoise in the race. But as Mistress says, maybe he needs a wife, not a lover.
And as it turns out David, the free spirit, texted Mistress early this morning, taking advantage of the time change.
He's "summoned" his "little slave" to come up to his town today even earlier than planned, and dictated that she wear a skirt. She seems excited by these demands, and will surprise him with her "peek-a-boo" tights. It's cold out here this morning !
Fortunately, there was still some time for wake-up sex for her dutiful Slave. But there is a downside.
"All these rendezvous are messing with my exercise schedule, Slave. But amazingly, I've lost 8 pounds in a week."
"Wow. There could be a book in this: "The Mistress Molly Diet: Cougar Your Way to a New You".
I'll get the editorial staff on it.
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