Report from the Westbound Escape Pod

Mistress and Slave were so desperate to blow the River City scene  that.....

Monitoring the weather reports we saw an approaching snow storm and almost cancelled Christmas dinner at our house so we could escape before snowmageddon collapsed our window of opportunity to head West.

But Sin will be happy to know we did not completely blow off our familial duties. Slave visited his grumpy mother, and we served dinner to a group of family members, including my smoked Salmon and Mistress's lasagna. And I did have the opportunity to frolic with my two cute grandsons.

Then, as the window of opportunity closed, we slept only a few hours and then hopped out of bed at 3 am to hit the highway.

Even then we spent about 3 hours in a virtual white out lumbering along at 35 MPH or so through Central Indiana and Illinois before the snow stopped as we approached St. Louis.  Now Mistress is at the controls of the escape pad as we head toward Kansas.

I'm thinking we find a cozy refuge in Bob Dole's home town at around dinner time, and spend some quality time between the sheets to celebrate our liberation and lucky escape!

Mistress Spreads Some Christmas Cheer

Just a brief Christmas morning update here from River City....

Yesterday Mistress scheduled a very early spinning class to help compensate for that holiday weekend power eating with our extended families. Slave came along too for a little cardio workout of my own.

But in an unusual move, and after some hot wake-up sex,  we took two cars, much to the consternation of our sullen teen / Co-Eds.

You see, Mistress had a mission of mercy to attend to while Slave was heading down for a brief cameo appearance at my office.

You remember J? Mistress's lover of a few months back. They elected to end that relationship in the fall. It was "complicated", but mostly had to do with him not being able to get his arms around the concept of sex with a married woman. (Yeah, I know, what the hell was he doing on Ashley Madison, then?)

But they've stayed in touch, and its been tough for J these last few weeks, because he's now got sole custody of a pre-teen with some serious disability issues.  He's been asking Mistress to stop by before our trip West and she agreed to go visit Christmas Eve.

"I told him I'd come over after the gym, but warned him I'd be a little sweaty Slave...."

"Oh, I suspect that won't be an issue for him, Mistress...."

"No, in fact he said I could shower there... would that be odd, Slave?"

I raised and eyebrow, with a sense of where this was headed.... but checked my suspicions at the door.

"It's not like you've not done it before....."

"It will give me a chance to use the shampoo and conditioner I left there and that he never wanted me to take back."

So we went out separate ways after our work-outs. It wasn't until after I had stopped at the grocery for our Christmas dinner shopping and threw up some last minute holiday decorations that I heard back from Mistress, maybe at around 1 pm.

"How'd the visit go, Mistress....."

"Well.... it got a little hot and heavy, Slave...."

Once home she filled in the details.

"So I got there, the door was open..... the fire was roaring, and holiday music was playing.... his son was downstairs, not in sight...."

"And J?"

"He was in the shower, Slave....."

"Hmmmmm....."

"So I walked into the bathroom and asked him if this was a 'set-up'.... he insisted it was getting late and he realized he hadn't showered in two days, Slave....."

"A likely story.... so what did you do?"

"So, naturally, I took off my spinning clothes and I got in the shower with him.... I mean I was all sweaty from spinning....."

"Naturally.....I mean why waste water on two showers?"

WIth the son occupied downstairs it sounds like one thing led to another once Mistress joined J in the shower.

"So did he fuck you, Mistress?"

"No, we just 'fooled around' a little, Slave."

I was imagining how that went, something like this, maybe?

"I hope you at least got a cum out of it...."

"I did, Slave.... he licked me in his bedroom.... it was very nice...."

"I'm sure it was, Mistress...."

Let's hope J got his stocking filled too.

With the girls out doing their last minute Christmas thing, Mistress and Slave used this fuel as encouragement to slide back into our own bed for some afternoon Christmas Eve  nookie of our own.

After that, it was dinner at my mother in law's house and some time with the girls to exchange gifts here. 

Christmas day will be a bit more chaotic, including an early AM trip to the airport in a few minutes to drop our younger daughter off for a winter break to the land down under.  Nice non-work if you can get it!

On behalf of the UCTMW publishing empire, We wish all of you a joyful and sexy Christmas!

A UCTMW Christmas

Here in River City, Mistress and Slave are weathering the holidays, looking forward to jumping into our escape pod early Wednesday morning for the long cross country ramble to our mountain hideaway. While we've been able to squeeze in some early morning sex these last few days before our over-scheduled lives draw us from the bed, we've resolved to step things up a notch once we hit the road and head west.

Truth be told, Slave has been a bit of a scrooge this Holiday season. After about a decade spending Christmas out west - Molly, Mick and the two cute Co-Eds in our own winter wonderland- this is the second year in a row we've had to hunker down here in the heartland, dealing with the expectations of our extended family members that they be feted, fed, gifted and accommodated.

That makes me sound like a grumpy and selfish old fart, doesn't it? And I suppose that's so. It's not that I don't have lovely Christmas memories from years past. There were always beautiful trees with nice presents beneath them. There were plenty of family gatherings where I was of the generation being fed, feted and accommodated, after all. But there comes a time when the folks who were part of those early Christmas celebrations move on or fade away, and the memories of those Holiday seasons bring a touch of melancholy to the "festivities". It reminds me of that line from my favorite Christmas song, "through the years we'll always be together, if the fates allow...."

Well the fates have stepped in for our family, just like so many others in recent years. And while the cast of characters gathering around the Christmas tree, Menorrah or bonfire this season of lights may have been pruned from years past, others have joined the party of our lives, and the show must go on.

Now I'm the oldest of my generation and have to admit that, in not so many years, will be part of the memory of the Holidays for my kids and theirs.

So I've resolved to be a good soldier over the next 48 hours: entertain, be merry, generous of time and spirit for Molly, my / our daughters, and my two cute grand-kids.  I'll even try to be nice to my grumpy old Mother when I visit her tomorrow afternoon! Hopefully I will be remembered more as a Santa than a Scrooge!

So, on behalf of our entire staff here at UCTMW, we  hope that all of you - the readers, followers and  friends we've met here in our alternative universe - can enjoy this special time of year  with your own families and friends too!

Stubble Trouble: A Dispatch from Our Senior Correspondent

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Imagine Mick's surprise when this dispatch from our Senior Correspondent slid under my electronic transom yesterday afternoon! Sounds like she's trying to get back on the payroll too!

Thank You, Donna.

Bill is an Inspection Dom. He likes for me to shower first thing in the morning and present to him with teeth brushed, body scrubbed, and the only hair he wants on my body is on my head, and that should be freshly shampooed and blown dry.

That’s really not asking too much, except for that shaved everywhere situation. I sometimes run into stubble trouble. Bill really doesn’t want to feel a five o’clock shadow when he runs his hands over my pussy, so I was looking for a solution when I ran across an article that suggested using a combination of shaving cream and baby oil along with a Venus razor.

I could do that!

I picked up my supplies at the local grocery store. They had the razor and the suggested brand of shaving cream, but the only baby oil they had was baby oil gel. Okay, close enough.

The next morning, excited to surprise Bill with the smoothest pussy ever, I headed for the shower while Bill slept in. Nice hot water, good shampoo, a washing up and then the shaving process began. The razor and shaving cream worked well, right up to the point I added the gel on top. The gel made the razor blade all gooey and wouldn’t come off. I tried using the wash cloth to wipe it off and I tried blasting it with hot water from the shower head, but that goo was there to stay. Well, crap! I closed the lid on the baby gel, but that puppy was slick and started to slip through my hands. I must have grabbed at it a bit too hard because the gel came shooting up out of that thing landing on the floor of the shower. Oops.

What could I do? The only other razor in the shower was Bill’s, so I grabbed it and began again, using just the shaving cream and Bill’s razor. Things seemed to go well.

This may be the time to remind you that I am a wheelchair person, so I use a shower chair but Bill stands in the shower. That information is about to become relevant.

I finished getting ready and headed into the bedroom for presentation. Bill barely picked his head up off the pillow and said he had a headache, that I should go have my coffee and let him sleep a little longer. So I did.

In a little while I heard the water in the shower start up and I started wheeling for the bathroom as fast as I could. I hadn’t had the chance yet to tell Bill the shower floor might be a little slick. Just as I turned the corner at the end of the hallway, I heard a whack and knew that Bill had lost his balance and crashed into the side of the shower. Whoops!

I opened the bathroom door, and yelling over the running water I shouted, “Honey, are you okay? I was going to tell you about the shower being a little slick from some baby gel I used, but time got away from me.” He stuck his head out of the shower and I saw a little rivulet of blood running down his cheek. “And did you also plan, but fail, to tell me you neglected to change out my razor blade after you used it to shave your pussy and legs?” he asked in a deep monotone. Gulp.

I waited until he stepped out and began toweling, and then tried to take his mind off the subject of the razor by asking if he felt better after his shower. He responded that once he realized he needed to grip with his toes in order to stay upright in the shower, and then managed to stop the bleeding caused by the dull razor, it went quite well, thank you.  I knew that look and that tone of voice. Crap!

My butt still has a rosy glow. In fact, if Rudolph isn’t available on Christmas Eve, Bill may offer me to fly red-butt first, leading Santa’s sleigh.

Donna with the Red-Butt