Sex Toy Profiteers Pack River City

Mistress and Slave had a lovely and laid back empty nest weekend, at least through Sunday evening. There was plenty of time for me to worship those clean shaven folds, which had quite a workout on Friday. And of course Mistress indulged her work-a-day cock friday evening, Saturday morning, and again on Sunday.

I really am a pampered house slave, aren't I?

But, alas, the Mistresses in training are back in town, and we've been busy at work these last few days. Fortunately, there are only about 18 days left before the college year begins! Light at the end of the crowded nest tunnel!

On the drive to work this morning, we did catch a glimpse of the babes in town for the annual sales
conference for a local company that sells sex toys tupperware style. They've been here before: a collection of seemingly boring middle American housewives, with pink accessories, pink hair, pink shoes and jackets and branded shopping bags, here in River City to party and confer as a reward for hitting their sales targets for the past year. (Am I missing something, or is pink the Anti-sexy color?)

Just think of all the pocket rockets, ball gags, green "Fuck me I'm Irish"  thongs and strap-ons these little ladies had to pedal in living rooms and condo social halls in towns like Topeka and Little Rock over the last year to win the honor of two days and nights  in our humble river town.

At lunch time, Slave couldn't help taking some I-spy shots of these sex toy profiteers as they strolled our not so busy by ways. (Nothing says "buy my sex merchandise" than flipping your ciggie onto our side walk, lady!)

And Mistress, who's fashion sense is a bit less flashy (and more sexy, I might ad) observed:

"I bet some guys can get lucky tonight if they hit the downtown bars with these ladies in town."

No doubt. Plus they might get free lube samples!

Mistress Starts Her Weekend Early

We've finagled another empty nest weekend here at the UCTMW World HQ - one daughter is off to the WIndy City, and another is visiting a friend on the East Coast. So Mistress and her devoted Slave have a few lovely days without our nosy brood in our faces, dampening our fun.

That gave us some space for some long and boisterous fucking in Thursday night, and gave Mistress the freedom for a little "sidedish" action mid-morning in Friday.

"My new old friend got in touch this week, Slave.... he's coming over Friday after my breakfast meeting."

This is a gentleman caller from Mistress's not too distant past. They've been in touch of late and she was able to pencil him into her dance card with the Mistresses in training away for the weekend.

Slave was off at work, but certainly wondering how Mistress's mid-morning tryst was going. I heard from her at around 12:30 pm, before I headed to lunch with a client.

"Well Slave, he's gone now....."

"How was it Mistress?"

"Very nice, Slave.... he wanted to know how I could have the breasts of a 24 yr. old...."

"Of course you do.... but what did you tell him?"

"It must be my swimming.... keeps those muscles strong...."

"Did he play with them, Mistress?"

"Yes.... he seems to love them.... but he also was wondering about you..... whether you had the cage on today....."

"Oops...."

"You should have asked, Slave..... "

You see, this gentleman caller had discovered the blog a few months back, and he's taken an interest in our rather unusual arrangement here.

"He's getting off on this whole cuckold thing, Slave.... he likes the idea that you know he's fucking your wife, and that it actually turns you on...."

I had to cut the debrief short for my lunch meeting, but we resumed back in the Executive Suite at the end of the workday.... both of us naked and between the sheets.  As I savored Mistress's well exercised clean shaven folds, she filled in some more detail about her morning with her lover, who is about 20 years younger than her Slave.

'So how did things unfold, Mistress...."

"I was waiting for him downstairs, had changed into one of my black nighties... no undies of course...."

Her hips were shifting against my devoted lips and tongue as she spun the tale.

"He came in the side door ... and immediately pushed me against the wall and started kissing me Slave.... his hand sliding down,  checking to see if I was already wet...."

"And were you, Mistress?"

"What do you think.....?"

She went on to describe how they came up to our bed....how he unzipped and had her suck his thickening cock.... then bent her over the bed and fucked her from behind.

"Sounds very Dom, Mistress.... did you like that?"

"Of course I did.... you know how I like to be dominated....it was all very ....athletic....quite a few different positions before we were done."

By now Mistress had cum in response to her Slave's tender ministrations, and I had entered her from above.... our sex wasn't the athletic type. I figured she had been fully utilized already today, so I took it slow and gentle, getting permission before I came, of course.

It was a very nice start to what should be a good weekend.

A Reader's Kinky Request

Like many of our fellow bloggers, we sometimes get personal sidebar correspondence from our "many" fans....

Well, this week Mistress mentioned one she got from a gentleman we will not identify here. She didn't show me the actual message, but summed it up as follows on our commute home the other day ....

"He says he's been reading the blog and is intrigued about what goes on in your office, Slave...."

"Really.... what's so intriguing? You visit. I push the chair up against the door. You wriggle out of your sexy undies, and, I fall to my knees for some mid day worship...."

'Well he wants to know if we've ever had a third person involved...."

"As in?"

"You in the cage, while that third person fucks me. You're watching, of course."

"Well I could politely step out to give you some privacy. Sort of guard the door?"

'Wouldn't that look a little odd.... you standing outside your closed door?"

"I suppose you're right....."

"Plus I think this particular person would find it more of a turn on if m caged Slave had to watch him fuck your wife...."

" I can see the appeal of that....."

Mistress had a little devious grin on her face. Obviously intrigued. Maybe a little turned on at the thought if it playing out in the confines of Slave's office.

"What sort of Slave would say 'no' to that sort of proposition, Mistress?'

"Not a very good one.... and I know you like to be a good Slave."

Slave's Advice to Poltical Wannabes

Yesterday, Suzanne over at All Mine had some advice for political wives on how to contain the primal urges of their husbands so as not to (further) humiliate them. Not surprisingly, her advice involved a cock cage for the Anthony Wieners of the world.

It so happens that Ol' Mick has been involved in a few political campaigns in his life, and with some gray hair accumulated, where there still is hair, its not unusual for an aspiring political candidate to ask me for some advice.... but none of them ever seem to ask about the one subject that seems to get so many of them into trouble.... managing a messy sex life. So, in case any of them are reading here, I've compiled 

MICK'S TOP TEN SUGGESTIONS FOR POLITICIANS ON HOW TO MANAGE THEIR SEXUAL URGES:

10. If you feel compelled to patronize a prostitute, consider not using a check or credit card, as Jerry Springer did back in his Cincinnati City Council days. The documentation makes a great "get out of jail free" card when the pro gets picked up for soliciting.

9. Hounded by stories of womanizing? Don't take your squeeze out for a weekend cruise on a boat called "Monkey Business", and then pose for pictures with her on your lap.

8. Looking for a pizza pick-me-up during the latest government shut down?  Ask the White House kitchen for carry out, not the cute intern who likes to flash her thong at you.

7. Looking for an alibi to cover your trip to South America to visit your honey? Consider "trade mission" rather than solo hiking on the Appalachian Trail.

6. Caught by a camera wielding constituent in Argentina rather than on the Appalachian Trail? Don't conduct a live on CNN news conference where you profess your undying love for your latest honey, while the good wife stews back in the governor's mansion.

5. Enjoying a messy blow-job in the oval office? Consider having that cute thong flashing intern wear a bib. Or, if not, insist on paying her dry cleaning bill.

4. Sending photos of your dong to your fawning  internet fans? At least use Snapchat, where the photos self delete after the first viewing.

3. Governor of New York? Don't assume that prostitutes at the Mayflower Hotel in D.C. won't recognize you.

2.  Don't expect that the public will buy "I did not have sex with that woman" because your dick only went into her mouth, and only your cigar slipped into her silken folds.

1. Picking a naughty sexting pseudonym? Avoid names like "Carlos Danger" when running for office in a constituency with more than a 5% Hispanic population. Try something less ethnic, like "Iron (Congress)Man". Or maybe "LongDongTony"