One Reader Will Be Pleased to Know....

That Slave was back in his cage yesterday.

Yes, it's been a while. We'd been traveling some together, so Mistress had no real "security" concerns. Then last week.... well, Mistress has been focused on getting her new practice up and running, and Slave had his usual excuses....

"I can't wear the cage to a Monday night football game, Mistress... They're wanding now, and what about when I need to take a pee....."

Can you imagine what a Stiller fan would say if he got a gander at my cock cage while lined up at those stadium urinals? Of course, it is made of steel, so maybe I'd get a little grudging respect!

But I'd run out of excuses by yesterday, and Mistress was not to be deterred.

"I've been a little too lax Slave....."

Naturally, I followed her directives, as the contract requires. I must say I had gotten a little rusty when it comes to squishing my balls into that infernal steel ring. And the commure to work had Slave squirming a bit to get comfortable.

But it was my lucky day in one sense. Mistress had time to stop by after a lunch meeting for a little mid-afternoon worship.  It's not quite tights weather yet here in River City, so it was simple enough for her to slide off her black undies, sit on her thrown, spread those lovely legs and let Slave do what a Slave does best.

Yum.

"How's the cage Slave", she asked after I had finished my task.

"Tight, Mistress... particularly right now."

"Awwww.... poor Slave."

(Somehow I don't think she was really feeling too sorry for me.)

And before Suzanne starts chortling to the effect of "it's about time!", I'm wondering why we haven't heard too much about Tammy being in his cage lately. Have you gone all squishy on us Suzanne?

In addition to Mistress's cage crackdown, the weekend here was remarkable for one thing that did not occur between the sheets . Slave took our cute Co-Ed and her boyfriend to see the local Pussycats in their titanic struggle against the Pack, who brought to town a whole coterie of fans from the dairy lands of WIsconsin to root them on.

It was a bizarre game, with eight turnovers and several momentum shifts. Fortunately, the local team got the last laugh, sending us home chanting "Who Dey".  But for all those fans who came from parts north in their tricked out RV's, it must have been a long drive home, particularly if they kept their silly, ventilated hats on....

It made me count the days until  October 6th, when the Patriots come to town.... we're anxious to show our hospitality to our friends from New England too! Make yoyr reservations soon, Suzanne. Unless you have an RV for Tammy to drive here....

An Invitation

Mistress and Slave did not disappear somewhere over that vast empty wasteland between the coasts, dear readers.

We made it back here to River City late Sunday night, and were too quickly immersed in "life" so to speak - work, family, and for Slave a too late night Monday at the stadium, where my pussycats had one of their rare victories over that dreaded team from Pittsburgh.

Indeed, as a result of that late night, Monday was an unscheduled abstinence day for both of us.... though the ship has been righted since then, or our reputation as sex blogging maniacs would be at severe risk, wouldn't it?

It's a bit of a drag being back to the grind here after two glorious weeks in our SW hideaway, though the empty nest has been nice. And Mistress has been stuck with only her Slave's attentions. She is in a discriminating mood.... one of her former Cougar week conquests - the guy who lives in the same little college town as our older cute co-ed - has been badgering her all week for a "hook-up" but.....

"I'm really not in the mood for him Slave..... I think there's something else on his agenda, and I've got other things to deal with...."

"Understood Mistress. It's your prerogative to say 'no', as well as 'yes'...."

But there is something coming up on the schedule that caught my attention this week.... early next month the mighty New England Patriots, with the guy in the hoodie, are coming to town to take on the Pussycats....you know, the team that our friends over at All Mine live and die for. I have four season tickets for the game, still unspoken for. So what better way to encourage comity amongst competing sex blog empires than to invite our friendly rivals to join us for the game?

So here's the offer Suzanne....

-Three lower bowl, 14th row seats, with good views of the Pussycat cheerleaders who will surely amuse Jay ( and maybe even Tammy).
-Plush accommodations in the guest suite at the UCTMW World HQ, only a 20 minute drive from the stadium.
-A "night on the town" in the Queen City of the West. (We actually have a few nice restaurants.)
-Free use of our collection of wooden risotto spoons.
- The prospects of an amusing bet on the outcome of the game, which might be immediately "cashed in", should your party elect to spend Sunday night after the game!

Should you elect to accept this invitation Suzanne, Slave might even invest in a plastic cage to get through the cracker jack stadium wanding jockeys, because we know how you feel about slaves without cages.

Humping Completed

As shown below Slave did lots of "humping" over the last few days, and with no help from our MIA Western Correspondent. Of course Mistress needed plenty of humping, along with plenty of worship over a few days of unusually cloudy skies that cut into her naked sunbathing time. 

And then there was that cord of wood to  hump into neat stacks under our portal. As you can see we are now ready for the "end times". Or at least several Long cold winters locked away inside our cottage with mischief on our minds. 

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?