Tips for our Western Correspondent

Yesterday was particularly laid back here at our SW hideaway.... robust wake up sex, a long and sweaty bike ride with lovely sunshine and mountain views, and then some sun bathing / work for Mistress while Slave devoted himself to some field Slave duties.

By around 2 pm, clouds moved in and some much needed rain commenced. It gave us an excuse to adjourn to our bedroom - watch a back episode of Breaking Bad, with very familiar scenery, take a nap, and engage in some early evening sex....no it doesn't get boring.

Then we had dinner at a local restaurant with the inimitable Mattress Mary and her husband.

It was actually my search for that MM video link posted here several days ago which brought me to the theme of today's blog.

As you may recall, our Western Correspondent, when he is not disabled and collecting worker's comp at the expense of UCTMW, has a unique proclivity for "self abuse". He has run up a huge expense account tab on high end lubricant, apparently purchased by the barrel.

So when I went searching for "mattress mary" on Y-Tube, it was odd that I found an all-together different link.... someone explaining how to make a simple device for "choking the chicken" without use of your hand, which is The WC's case is probably developed and maybe suffering some muscle strain.

Here's the link:
How to Make a Mattress Mary

Then yesterday, as I was perusing an article in the New Yorker on the Pandas at the Washington Zoo and their peculiar mating habits, I stumbled upon another unique male masturbatory technique that the WC might find compelling.

It turns out that the female Panda is apparently only "in the mood" once a year! But when she is.... she makes her desires very clear and convincing:

"She wanders over a wide territory and scent-marks stones, the ground, and other surfaces with a waxy hormone-rich secretion from a gland under her tail. She masturbates, and when she encounters an adult male at the critical moment she lumbers toward him, rear end first, and lifts her tail."

I suspect that if I saw Mistress behaving this way, I would know what to do. I even found a video of real pandas having real sex; Check it out here: Pandas Having Sex. I like the way she backs that big dude into the wall.

But apparently the male Panda in the DC Zoo doesn't get it. Instead of accepting the clear invitations of the female when she lifts her tale, and provides that once per year all access pass, he just stands on her back!

As a result, the Zoo has been using artificial insemination, and has a unique way of obtaining sperm samples from the male Panda, which could be of interest to the WC:

"To obtain the semen, veterinarians inserted a low voltage probe into Tian Tian's (the male panda) rectum, positioned it near his prostate, and pulsed the current."

Walla... instant hard on, and sperm spurt. No panda porn pr phone sex required. SO maybe the WC should be looking for a suitable "low voltage probe" for hands free fun.  Indeed, if he wants to engage in a little R & D, UCTMW, which would own any invention he creates under the terms of his employment agreement, would gladly kick back 5% of the royalties.

Finally, it may now be time to announce that the WC has announced to Mistress his plans to pay a visit here Friday / Saturday. While we've heard this before, there are only a few days to go, and so the chances of his appearance may actually be approaching 50%. Will he come solo or with his long suffering wife, B? Will Mistress finally get to lay eyes upon the Special Occasion Cock?

As you can understand, his is a developing story, and we will keep you updated.

Full Cabana Boy Service

In my effort to assure Mistress was adequately served yesterday, Slave had unearthed Mistress's power tool for our wake-up sex, and she seemed very pleased with the outcome.

After our morning bike ride, Mistress went back to her all-day naked routine, setting herself up out on our patio, and Slave did some household chores, then settled into watching my poor pussycats figure another way to lose a game in the last quarter.

But I didn't want Mistress to feel lonely out there, with her kindle and abundant sunshine. At halftime, responding to her request, I slathered another coat of sunscreen on that shapely and firm ass, and made sure to get her shoulders and the backs of her legs too.

That's basic cabana boy service. But Mistress deserves much mores, doesn't she?

I stepped inside to collect a long extension cord, and the Hitachi, still out from its morning service.

When I emerged and Mistress noticed what I came armed with, she raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm.... what are you up to Slave?"

"Just want to make sure you get a happy ending, Mistress...."

She hardly objected as I thumbed her favorite power tool on, and slid it between those firm and delicious thighs, sidling it up against Mistress's clean shaven folds.

It seemed only a matter of a minute or two before Mistress was squirming, and then asking if it was all right to cum.....

Who was I to say no.

Then I returned to that desultory football game, knowing that I had at least spent some afternoon time productively.

A Colorful Weekend

Here in the SW the sun keep shining, though the temperatures are moderate, to the cool side at night.

From costumes to the skies there were all sorts of colors on display up on the ski mountain for the big barn dance music festival. There were lots of funky fashion stylings, including these two Texas troubadours, the country rockers Bob Livingston and Claude "Butch" Morgan.

And then there was Mistress, cloaked in her traditional tie-dye, drifting off at mid-afternoon for a little nap in the shadow of a closed for the summer ski lodge:

One musician we enjoyed was Lari White, who's song "Lead me not into temptation (I can find it all by myself), had a certain Domme like quality.  Check it out out here .  After a long day of music we drove down the mountain to our little hideaway, and cuaght some more color.... it was raining a bit on our "flatlands" and a lovely rainbow had popped up, visible end to end. Here's just one end:

Hard to beat that, or the sunset that followed.

This morning we happily decided that there was no place we needed to be, unless we get motivated to listen to some more music after dinner, down at the restaurant one half mile down the street.

Of course, that should leave time for some more carnal endeavors. Mistress also enjoyed my deployment of her power tool (the Hitachi we keep here), before she rewarded her work-a-day cock with a little attention. Soon she had me begging for the opportunity to fuck her.... which she ultimately granted.

After a long and cardio challenging  bike ride, Mistress promptly shed her clothes again, and after some scrambled eggs with goat cheese that her Slave whipped up, she has retired once again to her reclining throne on our patio, leaving her Slave to watch the pussycats game....

And since we are on Mountain time, at least the game will be over in plenty time for some afternoon nookie before we even consider leaving the house again.

Wake-Up Sex Interruptus II

We had another great day here in our Hideaway, spending a good bit of the time up on the mountain at this weekend's big "barn dance" music festival. Great scenery. great music. and great people watching. Slave particularly likes the combination of cowboy boots and short skirts that fall into the "cowgirl/slut" category.

And Mistress found herself fending off not a few cowboys who wanted to join her for a Margarita at a bar on the festival grounds when Slave stepped off to the Boy's room.

There was a 2nd stage venue set up at lunch time in an alpine setting we rarely get to when the ski slopes are shut down. Mistress was pleased to score a space to stretch out on one of those chaises she covets on a sunny ski day.  But since there was a moderately sized crowd about she could not absorb sun in the nude. She did get to work on tanning those lovely legs though.

But the primary theme of today's blog has to do with our morning sexual encounter, and we're asking for a little input.

We've both been using our mornings to do some work here, and with the two hour time deviation, when it is 8 am here, and we're inclined to set aside the laptops and get frisky, it's already 10 am back in our business worlds.

Slave had finished worshiping Mistress as she read the blog, delivering one starter cum, earning permission to fuck her. And I was well into that process, hopefully having rewarded Mistress with one more cum when her phone started up....

text chime....

"Just ignore it Slave."

Slave refocuses on the task ahead.

text chime # 2.

"I'm ignoring it.... you should too, Slave."

Slave begins to lose focus.... who could it be... one of our kids.... business.... an annoying sister....?

Text chime #3

"WTF"

The work-a-day cock begins to wilt, like a soggy overboiled carrot.

Then... last straw... Phone rings.

"Whoever they are they sure are persistent...."

By then Slave had wilted to a useless chunk of flesh, and a conversation ensued about whether or not Mistress should check her phone in case there was an emergency. Not surprisingly, Mistress was displeased with Slave's apparent annoyance, and now apparent inability to proceed without some external assistance.

Being the kind and generous Mistress that she is, she spoiled her Slave with some oral stimulation, that got things flowing once again..... the fucking resumed, and Slave was benevolently allowed to cum, after asking permission of course.

But afterwards, we talked about how things had gone down.... literally.

"Maybe I should have denied you permission Slave.... you were kind of an asshole."

Moi? An asshole?  Probably right.

I tried to explain that guy physics requires some focus that can be easily waylaid. At least at my semi-geriatric age.

So how Should Mistress have handled this incident....having been satisfied already, "punish" her Slave with a bit of denial for my loss of focus, and petulance?

Or sooth me back into action as she did, with her lush lips?