Sorority Moms Gone Wild

Mistress and her devoted slave are up here outside our daughter's college town, staying at an old State Park lodge. We ended up with a rather plush room looking out onto a gray lake under gray skies. Not exactly the Sangre de Christo Mountains where we started our Sunday a week ago, but then you can't have it all can you?

My job yesterday was to ferry Mistress and our daughter to a Mother / daughter sorority event, come back to our room and chill, and then pick them up around 8 pm for dinner. Back at our room, I was able to catch the final sad moments of my alma mater's basketball loss to Suzanne's alma mater. The final score made the game seem closer than it really was.

Fortunately, I did not bite on the last minute bet Suzanne proposed.

It involved some "cage free" time for Tammy if my team won, to be traded for some additional time in the cage for me if Suzanne's team won.

Now as much as I am a leader of the "Tammy Liberation Movement", I am no fool. I knew that Suzanne's team had won 24 games in a row at home. While my lads had beaten them at home earlier in the season, I figured there were very long odds against a season sweep on Suzanne's  home court.

Plus I was not sure how Mistress would react if, when she had a hankering to ride her work-a-day cock, I had to explain it was locked away for the next few days under terms of a bet I'd negotiated with Suzanne without her clearance.

There'd be "some 'splainin to do", as Ricky Ricardo might put it.

Of course, if our teams should meet in the Conference tournament, maybe the three of us can work something out.

Around 8 pm, I collected Mistress and our daughter at the dorm and we headed off to dinner - the three of us and another girl. But we were turned away at a local sushi joint, flooded with Co-Eds and their Moms up for various sorority affairs.

It gave me a chance to size up the other Mothers, and hear Mistress's eyebrow arched commentary.

Sure enough, lots of big haired, fake blonde college girl wannabes, all tarted up, anxious to show their daughters' friends and the other moms that they can still suck down jello shots like they did in their "glory days".

They made the ND alum at a campus bar before a big football game seem low key by comparison.

In contrast, Mistress was dressed more elegant than preppy. But what was not obvious?  She had worn her special "peek-a-boo" tights to make for a better worship opportunity when we got back to our room.

Nor do I suspect that the other Moms were getting sext messages during their dinners from a 40 year old, very buff local wanting Mistress to drop by after dinner so he could "suck on those beautiful, full nipples."

As it turned out, I was the lucky one. Mistress turned down D's invitation to "stop by" his nearby apartment so we could get back to our "lake view suite". It came with one of those over sized tubs where we had a long soak after Mistress finally got the worship she so clearly deserved.

Then we adjourned to out bed, where Mistress rode the (fortunately for both of us) uncaged cock that had been waiting so patiently for her through the afternoon. So while the other sorority moms were getting sloppy drunk at the sleazy college bars last night, Mistress was scoring a few more cums.

We've not much to do here until our 6 pm birthday dinner for our daughter.  I suspect we won't get bored.

Weekend Update

Yes, friends, we did ultimately make it home from our Southwestern hideaway Monday evening, though we might as well have driven, surfing ahead of that bad-assed blizzard that sloshed through Oklahoma and Kansas early this week, rather than wait on those long security lines for the privilege of riding a crop duster back to the heartland.

And since then, we've been a little too buried in work and family matters to do any proper kink to share with you here.

We warned you there might be weeks like this.

Poor Mistress spent Wednesday on a mad dash via US Air from River City to Long Island and back to meet with a client. With a schedule like that, it's no wonder we've been on a 1 a day regime these last few days.

Though there is hope.

This weekend we are heading up to our cute Sorority girl's little college town. Mistress will be going to a Mom / Daughter sorority event this evening, and we'll be hosting a dinner Sunday evening for some of her friends to celebrate her 21st Birthday.  But in between time, there should be plenty of opportunities for a little "nookie". 

Mistress considered inviting her former consort D (remember "cougar week"?) to join us for a drink, since he lives in said College town. But we will see if there really is time to squeeze him in.

And on the way home last night, she mentioned a text she received from "Mr. Perfect Cock", the other young chunk of eye candy she spent some time with late last year.

"Sounds like he's got girlfriend problems, Slave."

Not surprising. He's the guy with the long distance, cyber originating girlfriend in Oklahoma, who claims she is related to Kristin Chenowith (the person who did the red carpet for the Oscars we watched in our Airport hotel room Sunday night, who my aging Mother asked me about: "Is she a midget or something?"), but , according to the girlfriend, "with a better voice."

Right.

Anyway, this chick was so obsessive about Mr. Perfect Cock's whereabouts from 900 miles away that Mistress showed him the door. Now he seems to want more free therapy about how to handle her controlling ways. (And I suspect that's not the only type of "therapy" he's looking for.)

"I told him if he wants to meet for a drink sometime, that would be OK, Slave."

We will keep you posted.

Finally, before Slave heads upstairs to wake Mistress in the manner to which she has become accustomed, let me do a little Blog housekeeping.

For the last several weeks, our UCTMW inbox has been buried on spam "comments". Until now I did not want to create a barrier to your legitimate comments with one of those annoying code boxes.  But the time has come.....

We love your comments.... sorry for the inconvenience.

From the Cock-Pit

As this gets posted, we hope we will be winging East, back in the general direction of River City.

But at least we should share this photo of Mistress's in her replacement panties here in our plush room at the Airport Raddison -

See what you're missing WC?

Fortunately, Mistress is resourceful. If they cancel your flight, then she knows its time to take the controls:

Stuck

Mistress and Slave woke up in a charming little western town in Southern Colorado, in the shadow of these "Spanish Peaks", which out cracker jack Western Correspondent helpfully informed us are in the 14,000 ft. category. (We thought he was more familiar with Spanish Fly than Peaks, but I guess we are always surprised by Miguel.)

In fact, we had checked in with the WC on our drive Saturday evening north from New Mexico. We left our cabin after a final gloriously sunny ski day because of reports that snow was heading toward Denver, and we wanted to be on the ride side of that 10,000 foot mountain pass if that was the case.

Miguel assured Mistress that it was nothing to worry about.

"Only a few inches... DIA can sure handle that."

So we stopped for the night in that tiny old mining town at a quaint 130 year old hotel, with a cute little restaurant, planning to finish the drive to Denver this morning. And when we woke up at around 6 am the skies were clear, as you can see from this "on the road" photo.

But north of Colorado Springs the snow began to fall, and we got the word from an airline we will forego in the future that 1) our plane was cancelled;  2) If we are lucky they might be able to squeeze us in on an alternative flight in 3 or 4 days; and 3) there would be an extra charge to fly an earlier flight to a nearby City.

So much for our WC's meteorlogical skills.

I will give the WC credit though: he did invite us to move into his basement suite for the duration of our extended stay in the mountain west.  But work cannot wait for Southwest Airlines to find some room for us.  We braved an exit ramp in heavy wet snow, found a Starbucks, whipped out the laptops,  and made alternative reservations back in Colorado Springs.... for Monday morning.

We hopped back in the rental car, reversed course, dodged spinning pick-ups on I-25, and now find ourselves safely and warmly ensconced in a hotel near the airport. Sadly, the WC was unable to accept our invitation to join us for dinner. Nor would his Executive Editor expect him to risk the company car in this weather.

Mistress did complain to him over the phone that her Slave was unwilling to pull off the snow slicked, whited out  highway in search of a lingerie stores so she could acquire an extra set of undies for this unexpected stay. The WC advised that she "go commando" tomorrow, but she whined about the potential chafe involving jeans and tight airport seating.

But there was a happy ending of sorts.

The snow abated by the time we hit the Springs.

And Slave spotted a suburban mall with a Kohl's.  That would have to do.  Mistress selected the following from the meager selection:

"You like polka dots, don't you Slave?"

And we did find a cozy hotel room.  We've already had some nice "between the sheets" time, though Mistress expressed surprise when, after I gave her a nice cum with my hungry lips and tongue, I directed her to suck her "work-a-day" cock.

"You're getting a little 'take charge' aren't you Slave?"

"Remember Mistress.... it is switch day."

Fortunately, Mistress did remember.

And tonight, while Mistress is watching the Oscars, maybe I can find some time to further organize the budding "Tammy Liberation" Movement.