Slave of the Road

Your managing editor is off this morning for a two day trip to the East coast, just in time to enjoy the fruits of sequestration. I mean who needs air traffic control? It's a threat to our freedom to fly wherever we want whenever we want, right?

It's been pretty rare for me to travel for work these last few years. I'm not used to leaving the warmth of Mistress's bed here at the UCTMW World HQ.  And last night, after some robust love making after a long day at work, Mistress brought up the subject of my cage:

"It's a shame I can't lock you away before you leave tomorrow, Slave.... I guess I'll just have to trust you to behave."

The problem is the steel cage that we have for such purposes would make the TSA go bonkers. I guess we could get a "travel cage", the less sturdy plastic kind, like we used to use. They tend to break, and pinch a bit more than our current model, but can make it through a conventional metal detector.

But what about those full body scanners?  Has anyone figured out whether a plastic cage pops up and gets the screeners all slack jawed when you "assume the position" hands overhead, waiting for the "all clear"? (I'm sure we'll hear from Suzanne on this subject.)

I also feel badly that I'm leaving Mistress to her own devices for the next few days. Despite my best efforts as her corresponding secretary, the pickings on AM have been particularly slim this time around. Of course, it may be that Mistress has been getting better at screening out the pretenders, posers and dorks than last fall, when she had her "Cougar Week" adventures.

She's decided to simply blow off the guys who fail to "court" her sufficiently. If you don't have enough energy to show a lady why you are interested before you bed them, then we all can imagine how they might behave afterwards.

Guys who have cock shots in their "private showcase", or send said photos unsolicited also get tossed.

Guys who don't bother to send a real message,  but just a "wink" or photo request are ignored to.

"I think they're just looking for something to wank off to, Mistress."

"Sad, but probably true, Slave.... they should just read the blog."

Mistress did get a text from the erstwhile 35 year old Latin Lover, wondering "how she was doing ", and asking if she'd like to meet for a drink.

"I think he still can't get over that you blow him off after he sent you those cock shots, Mistress."

He's a mucho machismo sort of guy who probably hasn't heard "No" much from women in his young life. So I suppose he's hoping Mistress will ultimately succumb to his charms. At least once.

"I don't think I'm interested, Slave."

So Mistress may have to resort to the power tool while I am gone. Let's just hope we don't see too much of a spike in the electric bill.

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.