Black Boots Go With Anything

We're down to our final full day here at our SW hideaway, heading back to River City tomorrow morning.

It's been a lovely (almost) two weeks of sun, relaxation, music, and two-a-day sexcapading, with only a bearable amount of work and "field chores" thrown in. I suppose I shouldn't have mentioned the fact that I had a cord of wood to stack here, because that apparently triggered our erstwhile Western Correspondent, after much build up, the cancel his plans to visit us yesterday. Maybe he thought he'd be humping Mistress, rather than humping wood?  Either that or he was afraid we would use the opportunity to retrieve his UCTMW AmEx card.

In any event, Mistress and Slave somehow made up for his absence with an afternoon in bed, followed by dinner at her favorite local pizza joint and some music and tequila at a classic local Inn. How many pizza joints have a view like this:

On Thursday night, when some unusually intense rain cancelled an outdoor concert we planned to attend, Mistress organized an impromptu dinner party for four other couples here, doing an excellent job of preparing some homemade guacamole and her patented chile, while Slave was stacking firewood.  Before the guests arrived she was making sure all was in order, and confirming that her Slave had lit the fire, when I caught her in her black boots and matching undies, one of the few
moments she had any clothes on at all here on this trip. It was an image that had to be shared with our readers.

"Mistress, why not just go with that outfit tonight. I'm sure our guests won't mind."

"No need to shock, Slave....., plus it might get a little chilly out on the patio."

It was a festive evening, with plenty of libations and silliness. Something that would be impossible to replicate on a "school night" with our rather dour River City friends. And there was one odd occurrence, which was an odd reprise of an event that occurred this summer at a dinner party I attended when Mistress was on her exotic trip with our daughters and her Mom. You may recall that I handed my I-phone to a woman (she was here Thursday night too) to show a picture of Mistress and the cute Co-Eds on their trip, but she started thumbing through the photos and I had to quickly retrieve it for fear she'd see something more explicit Mistress had sent me.

Well on Thursday at the dinner table, our friend the Potter, a guy in his 30's,  started showing Mistress and me some photos on his camera of his recent work then - oops - suddenly there is a picture of a woman's ass, lying on her bed, the wisps of a thong barely visible between her firm cheeks.

I think Mistress and I simultaneously guffawed.

"Wow. Who's that?"

He seemed completely unembarrassed in explaining that it was just "some chick" who's been trying to get his attention. These kids today! Maybe I should have asked me to forward the photo so I could post it on our sex blog.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so fearful of our dinner companions seeing Mistress's naughty bits after all?

Pampered House Slave? Not this Week.

Here at the SW Hideaway we had a little more cloud cover than usual yesterday, which made for a pretty dramatic sky.

Mistress even elected to put some cloths on after lunch, and we took a little outing into town, checking out some art galleries and a tasteful new lingerie shop in town. Mistress made sure to give me some ideas for Christmas presents and stocking stuffers.
But despite the clouds and our outing, Slave has been expanding his usual "pampered house slave" duties to incorporate more typically "field slave' tasks. I've been smearing outdoor wood with preservatives,  continuing my prairie dog eradication campaign, and trimming back some brush. And yesterday, I ordered a cord of firewood, since our supply is dwindling.

An old hispanic guy with several missing front teeth arrived yesterday AM with a truckload of pinon.

"Where do you want it?", he asked, after I handed him my check.

When I realized how big a cord of firewood is, I asked the typical city guy question.

"Can you stack it over there?", pointing to the wall under our portal, next the the front door.

He just looked at me, with a crooked smile that showed off those missing teeth.

"I could come back after work, but that's on you...."

In other words, stacking is a whole additional charge. And, crazy me, trying to retain a little bit of macho pride, I said, "Never mind.... I can handle it."

Of course, once he positioned the truck and dumped his load in our driveway, I had second thoughts.

 

Dang.  That's a lot of wood.  

But thankfully help is on the way from our Western Correspondent, right Miguel?  I mean you don't think Mistress would monopolize a staff member with inside tasks when there is firewood to stack?

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.