Desperately Awaiting Reunion With Mistress

We've been pretty quiet here the last few days because Slave has been off to our nation's capitol visiting   one of my older daughters who is leaving her current job for further life adventures.  They gave her an amazing send off, and she was nice enough to let her parents participate.

I'm lucky to be a guy who gets to see and watch a child do amazing things.

Before leaving town early Thursday morning Mistress and Slave had a particularly stressful 24 hours or so, so our normal dosage of sexual release was missing. Yes, I made sure to worship Mistress Wednesday evening after we got home later than normal, but there was none of the post worship fucking that usually follows.

So, by now, its been more than 2 days since the normally pampered Mick has the proper discharge of pent up bodily fluids. I know.... you're all feeling sorry for me....

Before I left, Mistress and I had the "cage talk". She would have liked to have me securely locked up here. She knows that in my earlier days, there was more than one babe here in the hothouse of our nation's political life that I was accustomed to calling on after a busy work day for a little nooky.

But that was many years ago. Slave's cleaned up that particular act.

It was also before there were metal detectors in airports and all these official buildings. And yesterday I was definitely in high security country. They even did something funny with my I-Phone at one entrance. Maybe they thought I was a spy?

Can you imagine what those guys would have done if the alarm went off as I passed through the metal detector and their wands found a big lump of steel wrapped around my privates?  I'm not sure my daughter would have been amused.

Mistress pondered whether  I should bring my cage, to put on and take off when security was not an issue.

Ultimately she gave me a pass. But it does make me wonder if I should get a plastic device for back-up on such occasions.

So Mistress simply imposed the no touch rule, which, despite some folks' scepticism, has been rigorously followed.

I just hope my flight gets out of here on time this afternoon, because I am already desperately anticipating this evening's encounters with Mistress once I finally get home.

Western Correspondent MIA?

Despite the fact that his seminal work here on such matters as ass fucking still continues to draw clicks at UCTMW, we've not heard much other than the occasional snide comment from our Western Correspondent lately.

(In fact, this post about Slave Positions from the WC is the all time leader here, with more than 7100 views; this one about taking a lady's behind comes in 3rd with more than 6200 views.)

This led our Senior Correspondent Donna to speculate that there may be some concerns about Miguel's health, as shown by this cute little e-card she just passed on:

But at least we know that if this is the WC's excuse for not sharing much of late, it's not because he's been doing too much keyboarding.

Sleeping Arrangements

Mistress and Slave tried to do our best to make up for a buys week, and an even busier week to come by lolling in bed a bit longer yesterday morning. There were morning papers to peruse, but it wasn't long before Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool to ply her clean shaven folds for a lovely mega-cum before I exploited my privilege of fucking her with robust abandon.

By the time we were done, it seemed our morning had been very well spent.

After that there was a nice bike-ride in unusually cool summer sunshine, breakfast out on our deck that Mistress prepared, and a variety of home and yard projects for me. We even crammed a nap into the late afternoon fun before I prepared dinner for Mistress and our two cute Co-Eds.

Both of them have guests coming later this week. The older one has his frat boy boyfriend coming for a weekend visit. The younger one has an exchange student from England coming in with plans to attend some huge music festival in Tennessee the following weekend.

Mistress is the consummate planner around here so she was already disclosing the arrangements she planned to make for our house guest.

"Georgia can sleep in the blue room upstairs. And I'll get linens out for Mike for the fold out couch in the room in the basement".

But this got Co-Ed No. 2 all a twitter.

"She's 21 you know...."

The implication was that our older daughter should be able to decide where and with whom her boyfriend will sleep.

I was a little startled, since We've never attempted to dictate sleeping arrangements with our teens, even when the oldest was still in high school. There were many nights when her boyfriend would spend the night in our lower level without any barriers placed to prevent a visit from our daughter after the parents adjourned to the executive suite. At the same time, Mistress made sure that she was fully contracepted. (is that a word?)

"No one's going to be checking on who's in who's bed.... just that .... well....."

Slave had a little trouble articulating our variation of the "don't ask, don't tell" policy with both of them sitting there, and the oldest, who was the purported subject of this conversation, making no comment at all.  I mean, I didn't want to say "If and when she so desires, your sister can sleep with her boyfriend downstairs, where they won't have to worry about waking up the boring parents in the next room."  But I suppose that's what I was saying. There are some details a father just does not want to know about the sex lives of his daughters. Just like the daughters don't want to know about the sex lives of their parents.

The younger sister wasn't getting it though... sticking with her theme that we had no business suggesting that Mike's "place" would be downstairs when he visits this weekend.

So, dear readers,  you have one more example why we miss our empty nest. Any thoughts on how Mistress and Slave handle this conundrum?

Former Lover Check In

Yesterday afternoon we headed home from work a little earlier than normal. But our plans for a pre-dinner bike ride were aborted by a big assed thunderstorm, the forward edge of those storms that have been barreling through Oklahoma and Missouri over the last day.

But that did give Mistress and Slave some time to rest in the "executive Suite" before we took our younger Co-Ed out to dinner at some trendy urbanista taco joint as we had promised.

"Do you mind if I get naked, Slave?"

Now that's a silly question.

"Of course I don't mind, Mistress...."

Just as she was settling down with her laptop next to me on the bed, her I-phone gave off that little buzz. Mistress seemed tempted to ignore it all together, but then she noticed who was calling.

"It's David....wonder what he wants?"

(David, as some loyal readers may recall was one of Mistress's "cougar week" lovers, last fall. He's the guy with the tatoos who lives in our older Co-Eds campus town, about an hour away. Tatoos. Compelling sex. But... a somewhat sketchy background that made Mistress a little cock-shy, shall we say.)

Mistress was curious, so picked up the phone.

Slave could only hear one side of the conversation of course.  But the gist seemed to be... "Hey, I'm coming to town this weekend, want to get together?"

Mistress's tone was sly and seduction in explaining... "Well.... unfortunately I've got a full house this weekend.... two kids back from college.... but maybe we should find another way to get together again soon...."

After she hung up, she commented that he probably wanted to spend the night here while going to some event in the City.

"It would be a convenient crash pad for him, Mistress.... but for our young and curious girls... might be a little hard to explain who the 30 something guy with the tatoos is that was sharing your bed."

But at least David's call gave Mistress a little something extra to fantasize about as I proceeded to worship those lush clean shaven folds.