Pride - and Asses - on the Line

Mistress is now off to that little College town up the road for her first sleep over with David, her 40 year old would be "Master".  He seemed very interested in getting Mistress into his clutches this evening, and she did not put up much of an argument.

Indeed, she went out of her way to slide into those peek-a-boo tights to make sure he had quick and easy access upon her arrival.

We drove to work together, and on the road home she let it drop that David had texted her making it clear he planned to use "all of her orifices".

"I made it clear that two orifices were available, but that #3 was off limits, at least for now, Slave."

"Let's see how long you can draw that line, Mistress...."

"Oh, Slave....."

She actually seemed to blush.  Cute.

Meanwhile, Mistress has been in re-negotiations with Mr. Perfect Cock, the Abercrombie Model "hunk" she had some compelling sex with last Friday afternoon here at the UCTMW World HQ. But she blew him off via text message after hearing about his strange and complicated relationship with a woman out west, and after he failed to make a prompt courtesy call (or message) after having an afternoon's all access pass to her lush body.

"It's a matter of manners, Mistress. A man does not have sex with a woman, particularly  for the first time, and not get back with a "thank you" note within at least two hours."

Mistress seemed to agree. And yet, surprisingly, she seems to have reopened the door for Mr. Perfect Cock.

"I told him maybe dinner sometime,  to talk ...."

"And he said....."

"He can't stop thinking about having sex with me...."

"Bummer for him, Mistress...."

We'll see how good a groveler this guy is, because it may take some serious groveling to get back into Mistress's clean shaven folds.

I'm not discounting his chances.

I did get in touch with Jay, over at All Mine today. Jay is tending to the blog while Suzanne and Tammy are off to Europe with a trunk of sex toys to keep Suzanne satisfied. (I'm still wondering if they were able to get through security at Logan without some serious TSA snickering at poor Tammy, who's bags were overstuffed with dildos, harnesses, etc.)

Jay and I went to the two Catholic Universities that will meet on the gridiron  Saturday night in Chestnut Hill for this year's version of  what some refer to as the "Holy War." I've been to one of those confrontations there, and was amazed at seeing so many white Irish Catholic types wearing ND shirts and BC hats.

 Lots of conflicting loyalties. Lots of flip sides of the same Celtic gene pool coin.

Those of us who suffered through four years in South Bend, Indiana like to think of BC as just another party school for folks who couldn't get into ND. Of course,  BC grads know it's a whole lot more fun to matriculate in Boston than in the rust belt,  where the biggest building in town is a dead factory that stopped making Studebakers at about the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Maybe it's that familiarity that stokes the contempt the two schools have for one another. That, and  the big upsets that killed two potential championship seasons for the Irish back in the day.

In any event. to make matters more interesting, Jay and I have negotiated a little bet over Saturday evening's game:

If the Irish win, he's volunteered Suzanne's lovely ass for a wooden spoon paddling.

If the Irish loose, than this humble Slave will be at the mercy of Mistress on Sunday, who will wield that wooden spoon.

The number of "smacks" will be based on the margin of defeat.

Obviously, Jay drove a hard bargain. But I admire his team spirit in refusing to take the spread, which currently favors my Irish.

I'm sure Suzanne will be proud of his negotiating skills as she counts off those wooden spoon splats on her ass when she finally finds her way home!

So Many Suitors. So Little Time.

The fog of uncertainty and tension that descended for several weeks because of the election here in the US is finally lifting  at the UCTMW World HQ. With one less thing to worry about, Mistress and Slave can, hopefully, settle back into a more regular routine involving sex, sex and a little more sex.

We already hit that our mark yesterday, with some "semi-exhausted but too horny not to do it" wake-up sex on only a few hours sleep. And last night, after an early departure from work, a bike ride, and a nap as Brian Williams droned with election post-mortems in the background, we found ourselves making slow and sensual love while speculating aloud about David's plans for Mistress tonight.

Originally the plan was for David to come down here to River City and join us for dinner. No doubt there would have been some "activity" upstairs, as Slave cooked up something appetizing downstairs.

But David had other ideas.

"He wants me to spend the night with him at his house Slave..... that way he doesn't have to worry about getting home to his dog while the night is still young."

See there's always a competing relationship.

So Mistress will be heading up the road this evening after work, leaving Slave to speculate about her further enthrallment to his 40 year old cock.

"It's good for you, Slave."

No doubt.

Then there's "Mr. Perfect cock".  I was going to write a "think piece" here on the issues that he and Nic share, which I believe may be derived from their common employer, a rather large international consumer goods company based in these parts.

But then he reappeared in Mistress's text inbox today, apparently trying to wheedle his way back into her (our) bed.

"He says he's never been dumped by text message, Slave."

"Oh, so that got his competitive juices flowing. Or did it just take him a few days to get horny again, after taking you three times last Friday afternoon?"

I think I have an attitude about this guy. Could it be that Abercrombie catalog model look that Mistress described.

"We went back and forth awhile during a boring meeting at work, Slave.  He was curious whether he was just a pawn in some game between 'you and your husband'" .

"And what if he is, Mistress... would that bother him? He might actually get off on it... you never know... sort of a double reverse cuckold."

Too much thinking here on too little sleep. I think I'd better just go back to bed with Mistress before it's too late.

Tony Bennett & Diana Krall, The Best Is Yet To Come - YouTube

 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.


Tony Bennett & Diana Krall, The Best Is Yet To Come - YouTube

A Festival of Democracy

Slave spent the last several days as I have the last few election cycles: working within an organization devoted to protecting the right to vote.

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.