Solicitations

Truth be told, after the events of Friday in Newtown, it's been hard to get the inspiration for a tawdry sex blog entry here at UCTMW. Our enterprise seems so frivolous and meaningless in the context of all that horror and pain. 

I did have an amusing conversation with my rather self-absorbed and cranky mother on Friday afternoon that may be worth reporting.

I called to tell her when she could expect my dutiful visit on Saturday. She clearly had been absorbing the TV coverage from Connecticut in the solitude of her condo all afternoon, and this is what she had to say:

"Can you believe it? What sort of sick person would .... SHOOT THEIR OWN MOTHER?"

I held my tongue and tried not to explain that the particular horror here had more to do with the 20 dead first  graders than one dead Mom. Ah well.....

In any event, since I am not sharing much to titilate and arouse here, as a good sex blogger should be doing, I thought you might be amused to read a solicitation email Mistress received at her Collar Me posting over the weekend.  My guess is that this is a "form" email, but you have to admit, cuckold fans,  it pokes all the right buttons:

I've been aware of and interested in bdsm since my early twenties. I've been an active Dom for couples and women for more than 15 years now. I was familiar with the fantasy of sharing one's wife when I first had the opportunity to be the other man for a neighbor of mine. H e asked me if I thought his wife was cute... or sexy... This line of conversation took the three of us on a nearly year-long journey of sexual adventure. I'm very experienced introducing this lifestyle to wives/couples and in helping them understand each others' motivations and needs in this process. I firmly believe that a beautiful, sexy woman should never be limited to just one lover. The sexier she is - the more men should be able to enjoy (safely), what nature blessed her with. I also believe that 'slut' is a beautiful word - it was coined in an age where a woman who showed any appreciation for - or enjoyment of - sex, was branded a 'slut' ...and the label was very negative. In today's age it's become accepted fact that women have sexual desires as strong, if not stronger than men, but all too often, women allow themsleves to be 'programmed' by society, religion, and family beliefs, and deny themselves the pleasures of their own sexuality. I am a Dom but I don't use labels like 'bi' or 'straight' as they don't really apply in this lifestyle. Many husbands who have sucked cock suddenly thought they must be gay.. or bi.. when in fact, they are still straight... and expressing their submission, not a change in orientation. I have enjoyed the mouth of a wimp hubby licking my cock my balls and even my ass - especialy when his wife is getting off on it! The sadist in me enjoys manipulating, punishing, teasing and/or handling the mostly miniature toys between their legs. I have a lot of experience helping couples learn about this lifestyle and with 'convincing' hesitant spouses. Many of the couples on the web were only wannabes before speaking to me. Done properly, this is a lifestyle that will bring couples even closer and make a good relationship even better. I refer to the formation and continuation of my relationship with a couple as 'training' them... If You/you are interested to learn more about my methods for training cuckold couples continue reading. it's all about applying some imagination.... Preparing her for me I require the husband to help his wife get ready for their evening with me.. or for her night out with me. I make it his job to trim her curls as I like it done and to make sure she's perfectly smooth around her pussy for me. I teach him to use the head of his cock to make sure she's perfectly smooth for me. Of course.. he can't enter her.. she's mine for the night... Dressing her for an evening out. I want her pussy smooth so I can feel it while we're out. I may ask her to open her legs while we're eating dinner together and let others see the cute pussy I have to enjoy. See how nicely those gorgeous breasts are displayed for me? She wouldn't wear this for her husband but he bought it. Dressing her for an afternoon with me. When she's my girlfriend, I want to see those pretty breasts all the time and know that when she's not with me... men around her are free to enjoy looking at them. This cami top is simple, semi-sheer, and shows off her breasts and nipples like magic. Others need to see and feel how sexy she is. I share my dates with close friends and others at times as well. It's always hot to be the first to train a wife for black cock as well. Expanding her horizons. By surrendering her body to me and being bound, her entire body becomes an errogenous zone for me to lick, nibble, pinch and rub. Cherished for being my slut. Seeing their expression as they orgasm for the first time with their breasts bound and pussy being lightly slapped is more rewarding than the sex itself... and assures she'll want to offer more of herself to me... Still interested...? then continue to learn more about my methods for training the submissive husband. I enjoys hubby too On my leash. I like having hubby's cock on a leash. If not one like this, then a simple one of rope or a harness with a dog leash will do. He must wear it whenever I am in the house. Constant ache for her. I teach wives the most effective ways to keep you aroused without relief for hours on end with a combination of their dress, physical teasing and verbal teasing. I might even have her put a condom on you to collect your eager drippings as proof of her teasing you for me... and of your desire for her. What's good for the goose is twice for the gander. Often when I'm dating a wife... I and my friends become her primary source of cock. Usually because you are too small, too wimpy - or both. The only thing left to do with your penis and balls is tease and torment them. Punishment sucks . I design my punishments around the person and their personality. I might have your ass whipped and balls swatted by her while I watch (which you might usually enjoy) but then leave you there, preventing one of your greatest pleasures. Watching. Donations glady accepted. After making my deposit, I've not met the wife yet who didnt want hubby down there, cleaning her up while we lay together. Be a good boy for us. She will be instructed to ride your face while your pantied penis betrays your real feelings

Nest ReInfestation

Over at Finding My Submission today, Sin was bemoaning the fact that her time with "Big Bad" will be limited with all the holiday hubub and their respective family demands in coming weeks.

The same is (sort of true) for Mistress. We have our daughters heading back for the Christmas break from their respective campuses, with one to be collected at the airport tonight.

(Despite her seeming ability to cope with the world around her I got a text early this AM asking that I "check in" to her flight for her. When I asked the question "will you be checking a bag", the rather snotty response was "Obviously". But it's not so obvious when you look at all the C*** still in her room and closet here in River City.....)

So for the next month or so, Mistress and Slave will be in close quarters once again with our two sullen ones. That means no "sleep-overs" with the cougar bait du jour, or loud and raucous sex outside the close confines of our Executive Suite. Poor Mistress will just have to take solace from my work-a-day cock and devoted tongue and lips, unless she can find time and place for a quicky with the likes of K (Mr. Perfect Cock), David or maybe J (who she visited last night for a chaste dinner with him and his son). But that seems unlikely.

Mistress did get time to stop by for some mid-afternoon worship today. But without the "Peek-a-Boo" tights she had to slide off a brown suede boot and then wriggle free of one leg of her brown tights.  After I did gone my work and gave her to a early afternoon delight, the poor girl had trouble getting that one leg back on the way it should. I wanted to take an HNT photo of her limb twisting exertions, her skirt hiked up and her legs akimbo.  But, alas, I was commanded to put down my camera.

So just use your imagination.

Why Men are Born to Be Slaves to Women

Today's David Brooks column in the Times had a reference to recent social science study which explains it all, dear readers:

Men are dumber around women. Thijs Verwijmeren, Vera Rommeswinkel and Johan C. Karremans gave men cognitive tests after they had interacted with a woman via computer. In the study, published in the Journal of Experimental Social Psychology, the male cognitive performance declined after the interaction, or even after the men merely anticipated an interaction with a woman. 

Of course, this also explains the WC's reaction to meeting Molly last week in Denver. It clearly fostered an even more acute deficiency in spelling and punctuation than even he typically evidences.

Our Western Correspondent Goes Shopping

As this gets posted, Molly and Mick will be driving back north toward the Mile High City through the first snow storm of the winter in these parts. I'm hoping our rent-a-Taurus can get the traction needed to traverse La Veta Pass in some fresh snow. But as a precaution, I suggested that Mistress bring along some gloves, boots and a warm coat. The temperatures are supposed to be sub zero, after all. She bristled a bit, when I reminded her that survival comes before fashion. Why does contemplating this drive through snow at high altitude have me thinking of that old Michael Martin Murphy song Wildfire

Right now Mistress is snoozing on the couch, Slave is shaking his head over the Pussycats lack of intensity at home against the Cowboys, and the kiva fireplace is roaring. We made sure to get in a few ski runs in the fresh snow before retreating back down the mountain for a few hours at fireside.  And before skiing, Mistress got the full switch treatment, tied to our bed here as I "tortured" her with her favorite power tool.  

No wonder she's napping.

In any event, It was nice of our Western Correspondent, who is surviving by the chin of his teeth due to the financialy reckless benificience  of our CEO, to step up and contribute a post:
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Well Well Well

I finally met the famous Mick and Molly

They of legendary status in the sex blog world

They who have more sex than any couple in America

They of River city and parts west

And 

They were great!!!!!!!

Mick has a twinkle in his eye

And a mischievous   grin

Kind of like he is amused at the world but having a big time anyway

But he is not a submissive 

Sorry Mick but you’re not

Suzanne I fear that all our efforts to get him locked in his cock cage will cum to naught 

He is a bottom topper:)

Don't really know what that means .... I just like the way it rolled off my tongue 

And Molly

The lovely Molly

She of the famous clean shave folds

Cougar on the prowl

Keeper of men

Ruler of cubs 

Famous flirt

Bike rider

Skiier

Captain of industry 

And a total little stud

THE

MOLLY

She was delightful 

Charming

Vivacious 

Engaging and most important 

Funny

They are both very intelligent interesting people

But you guys already knew that.............

The only regret I had was it took so long for us to meet

So have I sucked up enough for a raise????????????

Just kidding I loved those two lunatics 

Great Peeps

Stay well you two nuts

On to another matter -

I rode my bicycle to the local sex shop today

Needed  a new vat of lube.......

He of the compulsory masturbatory habits:)

And I wandered over to the but plug section

All of the sudden a very fetching young lady came over and started telling me about the relative merits of the various models 

How do you know all this I asked

Well I love butt plugs 

Really ????????

Yes I own a bunch of them

I said I own a couple of aneros's 

Yes they are good but this one is better

Really??????

Yes I know they are male toys but in the rear entrance men and women are pretty much the same

P spot G spot  its all good

True I ventured

Fun girl

The interesting thing was I was the only guy in the sex shop

Probably 20 or so women and all the clerks were ladies

Times are a changing

The

WC

 Gee, Thanks, Mike. Based on your description, now all our dozens of readers will think of Santa Claus whenever they see my by line!