Shelter from the Storm

Here in River City, a long way from the surreal, violent and unnerving developments in greater Boston, a lot of folks were riveted to their radios and TVs yesterday, rooting for the men and women trying to apprehend a young man who's profile seemed increasingly confusing as the day went on. Thankfully, their mission was ultimately accomplished with no more loss of life. It was a rare triumph for hard work and cool heads.  But back to River City....

After some bracing wake-up sex in the UCTMW executive suite, Slave went to work in his cage, after Mistress took the cues that some of our followers have been leaving for us in the form of "more cage time" comments these last few days.  I'm thinking maybe it's time I created a pay barrier for out comments section! At least then I might profit from the extra discipline you guys have been pining for!

But Mistress decided to "shelter in place" in solidarity with our friends in Boston. And it seems she was busy, despite the WC's entreaties that she spend some time getting reacquainted with her favorite power tool.

I got home at around 5:30, though I'll confess I was distracted through the day not so much by the hard steel containing Mistress's work-a-day cock, but by the drama unfolding on NPR and my computer screen. It was hard to imagine a great American city on lock-down through the day, as the Police, FBI and other responders tightened the noose.  The interviews with the suspects friends and family made the story all the more compelling, and confusing.

And of course, the media coverage was bordering on maniacal, depending on the source. As NBC disclosed that the two suspects had roots in Chechnya, CNN seemed to stick to their story that they were really time travelers from the year 2320. Either that, or that they had actually been arrested two days earlier. No doubt the frenzied coverage was cranking up the panic in lots of homes in the Boston area. We were thinking of our friends at All Mine, and hoping they were safely locked their home and taking full advantage of the day off.

But before Mistress and Slave returned their attention to the news, there was some business to be taken care of....

"How about some worship, Mistress?"

"Sounds like a good idea, Slave.... and if you do a good job, I might even take the cage off...."

You can bet I applied myself in earnest to the task at hand.

Gee, Thanks, Suzanne.

Mistress and Slave had one of those priceless empty nest evenings last night. We both snuck  out of work a little earlier, found our ways home and then took a nice bike ride on our hills and valleys before thunderstorms moved into the neighborhood.

Mistress had to leave the house early this AM, so there was a little pent-up sexual demand here in the executive suite to discharge before we settled into a little pre-dinner nap.

But when we woke, and before Slave grilled some chicken for dinner, Slave brought up the subject of the morning's blog and Suzanne's comment, bringing up her frequent theme in recent weeks.

"She's right, Slave.... maybe you do need more cage time. And since I'm staying home tomorrow, it seems like a good time to start."

So Slave's up this AM, with that tight metal ring already seated at the base of my cock and balls. At least there will be time for some wake-up six here before Slave goes into "lock-down" for the day.

Who says we don't pay attention to reader feedback?

Speaking of "lockdown", it's a little scary watching the news coverage from Boston this AM. We wish all of you well there, and hope you can hunker down and wait until the bad guys are off the streets. 

The word is "shelter in place". So Stay home. Sleep in. Have sex. Peruse the sex blogs. Let the professionals do their jobs.

Cuckolding meets Marketing

While Slave was slaving away over a legal brief back in my office, Mistress was across the street at an elegant downtown hotel, meeting an AM prospect over drinks early yesterday evening. He's someone who purports to come to town regularly on business, and something about his profile caught Mistress's eye.

"I'll see if there's a spark Slave. Then come over for some worship."

Now that's a plan.

When she did show up, I was buttoning down my brief (so to speak), and she had some interesting news.

"He works for that company involved in that controversial ******* deal. Slave! We spent a lot of time talking about that and the local politicians and judges involved in it."

As it turns out the brief was was slaving away on was directly on point - something I was working on for a local political committee with a point of view on the subject. And their POV was aligned with Mistress's "date's" employer.

I quickly had Mistress settled into her "throne", and she wriggled out of her black undies. Tights season is long over here in the heartland.  Soon she was focused on the tongue plying her clean shaven folds, and it seemed she enjoyed my devotions.

Once my work down there was done, I asked for her verdict on the guy we will call "Mr. Naptown".

"Not so sure Slave. He's a little boring. I told him that I would charge a lot of people for all the information I was sharing."

"Actually, it sounds like this guys company could use what you normally sell, Mistress."

"Don't think I wasn't thinking exactly that, Slave."

So while drinks with Mr. Naptown may not have turned into anything hot in the "between the sheets" category, it may be his employer could be a hot prospect for Mistress.

Who needs Linked-In when you have Ashley Madison?

Another Boom

The odd coincidence was that Slave was emailing with our competition over at All Mine when news broke about the Marathon bombing in Suzanne's neck of the woods.

One minute we were comparing theories on the potential compatibility of Shane, "The Witchita Lineman", and Mistress.

The next minute she was assuring me that both Tammy and Jay were well and accounted for. Thankfully.

But that wasn't true for her historic City and the victims of yet another senseless act of violence.

Of course, if you've been around as long as me, you know where things are headed when news like this breaks. The media rounds up the usual "experts" to toss out their speculations about what happened and why, the networks' glamor boys and girls hop on the private jets and line the sidewalks at the scene of the tragedy for their stand-up shots, preening in their "crime scene casual" wear, angling for ratings advantage. The pundits begin an endless round of speculation about who's to blame and the political calculus. Meanwhile the doctors and cops quietly  try to do their jobs under the harsh, prying media microscope.

We've seen it so many times.

The Laguardia bombing in the 1970's, The Atlanta Olympic Bombing, Oklahoma City, the mass shootings at Virginia Tech, Columbine, Connecticut, and of course the mother of all horrors, 9/11/2001.

Our reaction to that unimaginable act of terror led us blundering into Iraq and Afghanistan, and left a death toll that far exceeded the original tragedy. It also left us shoeless at the airport,  droning our adversaries and the innocents around them, and wondering whether the emails we send and phone calls we make are being dumped in some gigantic government data base.

The frenzy, fueled by social media and all those TV news outlets, make us believe we live in a dangerous time and place. They crank up fear, and foster crazy, whether the urge for some act of "eye for an eye" vengeance, or to turn the screws of "security" down another notch, further jeopardizing the freedoms we value.

But when you think about it, we live in relatively safe and stable times, at least those of us who live here in the USA, or in the "developed" world. We don't need to worry about the threats our ancestors faced in a world without today's medical science and technology: deadly influenza epidemics, "consumption", the wars of the 19th and 20th centuries that left millions dead. Even the aircraft crashes that left hundreds dead that were far more typical in the 1970's and 1980's. Mistress and Slave were both at a Who concert years ago where the death toll from a stampede for seats far exceeded yesterday's tragedy.

But these random, unexpected acts of violence like yesterday in Boston, particularly when amplified by the media frenzy, unnerve us all. They make us think twice about whether we can safely walk our streets, or attend the types of events - like the Marathon - that make our communities come together.

Let's hope that the survivors and their families are given the space and care required to recover as best they can.

Let's hope that they quickly find the perpetrators and make sure they can't do this again.

But let's also hope that our collective reaction to this horror does not once again disproportionately ratchet up the fear, the death and the "security" measures that diminish us.