A Quiet UCTMW Weekend

The time is ticking away on our empty nest here in the heartland. In just a few more weeks the cute Co-Eds will be back,  crowding out our privacy, messing up the kitchen, and demanding to know "what are we having for dinner".

So we've been hunkering down a little more than usual in anticipation of their return. Not much kinky going on here this weekend... but plenty of time in bed, reading, having sex, napping, a little more sex. You get the picture.

And no, we've not adopted a "go green" approach, WC. I rolled out the power tool yesterday morning to give Mistress an extra treat before she indulged her work-a-day cock.

We were glad to hear that things have calmed down in Boston for our friendly competitors over at All Mine. Let's hope that the team of state, local and federal law enforcers who did such a commendable job identifying and then taking out of circulation the bombers get some well deserved rest. Oddly, the "disaster" down in West, Texas, with a bigger body count, but not the drama of a manhunt has gotten much less attention.  A huge explosion of known bomb making material with no clear explanation? Too many dead first responders? Can't  you call that terrorism too? But the folks from CNN and the rest of the networks definitely had that story on the back burner. Is it because there are better restaurants in Boston?


Since we are a little short of explicit sexual content today,  make sure you read Sin's weekend entry at Finding My Submission. It's a "frank and comprehensive" catalog of things that turn her on. It left me wondering if this was a homework assignment from Big Bad, or just spontaneous human combustion.

Finally, getting back to Boston, here is an article from the Esquire ("lust during wartime") web site that was posted over the weekend (I found it on Facebook) describing the sexual implications of the big Boston lock-down on Friday.  It got me wondering if the town will see a big uptick in pregnancies nine months hence, like after the New York blackout a few decades ago.

Or were folks too busy watching TV to get it on?

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?