Coming Back to Ground

It's been a rather crazy week for the cast here at UCTMW HQ.

Mistress got home Wednesday evening from her trip to the Islands with the cute Co-Ed.

Then the next morning, I was driving East to collect our 2nd Co-Ed.

It was a long drive, repeated the next day for the return slog, after a little sidetrip to our nation's capitol, where we shared dinner with one of my older daughter's and her fiance.

Fortunately, on Wednesday evening, Mistress gave Slave a little reminder why I missed her over the 5 long days of her trip. Although the no touch rule had been lifted while she was gone, I did not abuse the privilege. So when we climbed into the sack, for a little welcome home / bon voyage sex that night, there was ample worship, cock riding and all the bells and whistles that come with it, and a good deal of sexual tension was lifted, at least for a while.

Then I was off. And after two days on the road, back again on Friday evening, a station wagon of college girl detritus and one sullen girl in tow, already whining about how bored she would be back here in the heartland.

Since then we've been readjusting to the presence of two extra, intrusive bodies here at the UCTMW World HQ.  Until you actually get to enjoy the empty nest after (for me) nearly 35 years of child rearing, you don't actually realize what you've been missing.

But now, believe me,  we do.

All the extra mess, the need to adjust a "feeding" schedule, and accommodate the diets, schedules and quirks of those extra mouths and bodies.

And the change in privacy settings, well that's a whole other matter.

I had to remind Mistress last evening that she may want to slide into some of those sexy panties before she parked down on the couch with me to share some pizza and watch a movie, since our two daughters were likely to raise disapproving eyebrows if the caught sight of those lush, clean shaven folds. Yes, I know, that sounds like a Slave who is getting too "uppity", but hopefully Mistress saw it as just a friendly reminder, not me being too bossy.

Sadly, we will have to go back into stifle and conceal mode through the summer here. Either that, or follow the advice that Donna gave me a few weeks ago.

"Maybe you just rent them some cool pad somewhere across town for the summer."

Not a bad idea, Donna. Or maybe we send them your way... how about an unpaid internship on BDSM?  Could they get credit for that in College?

Move On. Nothing to Read Here.

Slave has little to report on from the UCTMW World HQ, where we are short staffed this week.

Mistress remains in an exotic locale with our cute Co-Ed. Today she reports swimming with sharks! (Isn't that what she does every work day, you ask?)

Slave followed orders and scrunched into my cage this morning, sending a little photo of her cock off for her to inspect and approve.

She texted back her approval of the package in its little steel container.

When we talked this morning she was curious to know whether I had exercised my "privileges" and I had to confirm that, in fact, left to my own devices and without the burden of the "no touch" rule, well.... you can only imagine what happens.

Mistress gets home Wednesday night. But Thursday morning, I am driving off to the East Coast to collect the 2nd cute C0-Ed who is finishing up her college year this week.

So there will be some mean, nasty, urgent and desperate catching up to do Wednesday night here in River City.

Hope we don't disturb the neighbors on the other side of the river.

A Wise and Indulgent Mistress

Mistress and our cute co-ed are off for a "girls weekend". Some sun and indulgence in honor of a 21st birthday that Mistress is treating our daughter too.

Just the two of them. I've just talked to Mistress, and she reports that the weather is lovely and they've spent a good chuck of the day in the bikinis. No doubt they have turned a few heads.

Slave remained home, putting in a little work on our house, catching up with yard work, and spending time with my grandsons.  Tonight I'll even have dinner with my grumpy and deteriorating Mother.

Now I know that some of you out there figured this should be Mistress's opportunity to "crack down" on her pampered Slave.

But it turns out she's been pretty indulgent.

I'm wearing the cage when I leave the house. But can take it off when I'm home, or bike riding.

And she's even suspended the "no touch" rule while she is gone.

"I wouldn't want you to get all 'pent up', Slave....."

No that would be bad... plus it's Masturbation Month.

Maybe I need to find out where the WC gets that high priced lubricant he used to charge to the UCTMW AMEX Card.

Nest Re-Infestation

After a school year of freedom, our empty nest is refilling as of tonight. The cute Co-Ed is driving back from campus after her exam week,

Mistress and Slave will have to get used to "stifling" their fun for the next several months.

But Mistress may be taking her last liberties at home this afternoon with another Friday lunch served to her former lover Jay, here at the UCTMW World HQ.

The situation with her and Jay is certainly confusing, isn't it?

He's still texting, calling, and soliciting lunch or drink "dates". There's a bit of making out thrown in, high school  style. But Jay has this strange reluctance to pull the trigger. He pines in silence, because, as you might have heard, Mistress is married, and well, somehow that now troubles Jay. Oddly, Mistress is willing to tolerate this strange behavior from a grown up, seemingly red blooded guy.

"We've gotten to be friends, Slave.... and he's still fun to be around."

So from friends with benefits to just plain friends?

"But I suppose I would still fuck him if he ever got his head out of his ass."

Makes sense to me.

Certainly more sense than Steve, who came here last night, and went home with those freshly bought condoms still all wrapped up.

On the drive home last night, Mistress confessed that after due deliberation she just wasn't that into Steve... nice guy, but....well no chemistry at all.

So what do you do? Cancel dinner so he they both have an easy and less uncomfortable out? Or fix him  a nice dinner and then send him packing.

Mistress opted for # 2.

I mean, I had already gone shopping for dinner for three.

The two of them had a little conversation in the living room as Slave fixed dinner. And it was clear he took the news, "like a man" but with some degree of disapointment.

Mistress gave me a little aside as I popped the trout out of the broiler.

"I was afraid he was going to cry, Slave...."

Yikes.

We did make it through dinner. Steve is a nice guy, but sadly geeky and way too scrawny and unsophisticated  for Mistress.

He did have some funny stories to share with us about his trips with his wife to some local swingers clubs. And we shared our strange "dungeon" story. We had some laughs (though his laugh was a little odd and kind of unnerving).

After dinner.... well there was no "dessert" served before Mistress sent Steve backed to his wife.

Sad in a way, but no way should Mistress bed someone not compelling.

So it looks like she's stuck with Slave through the summer months. That is unless Jay decides to his head out of his Ass.

We will keep you updated.