Glamor Boy Comes to Town

Slave hightailed it back from our flat state capitol Friday afternoon. There was a certain pent up urgency when Mistress and Slave finally had a chance to break that long 48 hour patch of denial caused by my absence for that tedious seminar.

And we kept up the pace Saturday morning, and then again late Saturday afternoon, after Mistress took a long bike ride with her former fuck buddy, Jay.

Last night we were out with some friends, including the former colleague who will be joining me for this afternoon's big game between the Pats and our local Pussycats. While I had attempted to tempt Suzanne, Jay and Tammy to join is here for the game, their series of lame alibis suggested that they had little confidence that their undefeated team could handle to pressure of a road trip to River City.

And they may also have dodged some bad weather: it's been raining buckets here since last night, and one forecast suggests the possibility of hail and lightning at game time. I'm wondering if the NFL's confounding security policies will allow me to wear my grandfather's steel WWI helmet to ward off hailstones - it may not be transparent, but if it's on my head as opposed to in a back pack, do you think I can get through security?

Bad weather actually could be good for the Pussycats. The Pats are one of those "finesse" teams with their high fashion offense and pretty boy QB. I suppose it's no wonder that Suzanne is smitten by him, when you consider what he wears under that red white and blue jersey:

But lightening, rain and hail might tend to disrupt the finely tuned rhythm between glamor boy and his new "receivers", particularly with his favorite tight end locked up and awaiting trial, and another of his favorite receivers now doing his smurf routine for our Western Correspondent's Donkeys out west. We just hope Suzanne and her lads enjoyed yesterday's victory by the Red Sox, since this afternoon may not be quite as rewarding. By the end of the game, they may all want to share Jay's pain relievers. Or just dull the pain with some exotic sex.

Now it's time for Slave to go upstairs and tend to Mistress's pre-game requirements. We all have quiky rituals we need to deploy for good karma, and I think you have an idea what that involves here at the UCTMW World HQ. It will certainly include a "good luck" power tool.

Essential Personnel?

Sin and some of our other readers who are "foreigners" may be a little curious about what the fuck is going on here in the good old USA.

Well of course there are two sides of most stories, and the "main stream media" likes to pretend that each side is equally valid, even when one side may be full of excrement. But here at UCTMW we are free to eschew many of the boring rules that bind "journalists", so  I am free to sum it all up in a less varnished form.... stay with me here....

1. Back in 2010 or so, Congress passed and the President signed a law that was supposed to allow most Americans to get "affordable" health care.... like most of you folks in the developed world long have had. It's a rube goldberg type contraption, which was required to buy off the big health insurers, medical and hospital lobbyists, drug and medical device makers who can lead most of our members of Congress around by the nose. Nevertheless, the members of the Republican party in our Congress unanimously opposed this contraption as a bound to fail "big gubmint" experiment that was a threat to our freedoms. In their view health care is not a right, but a product. You get what you can pay for, and no more!

2. Republicans took over one house of our Congress in 2010, led by a "Tea Party" faction (named after those Bostonians who tossed British Tea into the drink back in the 1700's because they thought the tea taxes were too high). Tea Partiers have a problem with a whole bunch of folks who did not look like "Real Americans" who they believed were "taking over" their country. Many of these folks believed the President is not a "real American", question his birth certificate, yada yada. Repealing "Obamacare" became their rallying cry.

3. In 2012, the voters did not buy this particular product, re-electing the President, and rejecting the guy who said he would repeal Obamacare. (The same guy who had "invented" Obamacare in Massachusetts, but that's a whole different story).

4. Now, a year later, ignoring those election results, the Republicans in the House of Representatives say they won't authorize spending another dime of federal money - as is their right - until the President and the other chamber of Congress agree to pull the plug on that evil health care program they call Obamacare.  Well.... not exactly another dime.... "essential" personnel still get paid. And of course the Members of Congress and their loyal staffers are "essential". (at least they are sticking to that story). So is the President and some of his senior staffers.... and about 1/2 of the federal work force.

How they decide who's essential? Who the hell knows. About 800,000 federal workers have been laid off.... millions more are still showing up for work, but have no idea when they will be paid. Soldiers are getting paid. But not the guys who protect Congress or the President. Or Park Rangers.

National Parks are closed. Little kids are getting turned away from their pre-school classes. Or their cancer treatment at the National Institutes for Health.

Naturally there are lots of fingers being pointed in every direction. The House won't vote simply to pay for the government, even though all of us saps are still paying our taxes, unless it's tied to canceling health insurance for millions of people who don't have it now.  The President and the Senate won't go for the Obamacare poison pill. So there is a stalemate, with both sides digging in their heals.

Who knows when this will end. Or if in 2 weeks Congress will let America default on it's debt, letting all those countries and banks and investors who buy our "gold plated" bonds twisting in the winds.

Crazy, right? It's making the good old USA look like a banana republic. Or Italy. But with worse food and shorter lunch breaks
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It's also making this old Slave wonder whether I'm essential. And if not, how do I make sure I am. Unfortunately, I've been out of town these last two days, at a really boring seminar. Poor Mistress is home alone, working like crazy. Working so hard in fact that she's had very little time or interest in finding a supplemental cock to entertain her, particularly on days (or nights) like this when Slave is inaccessible and not available to properly serve her needs.

One thing is certain: no one will ever consider you "essential" if you aren't there to regularly and persistently demonstrate those qualities that are so compelling and irreplaceable that your employer (or Mistress) can't even imagine going a day without you!

Slave better get his ass back to River City pronto, before Mistress shuts ME down.

I'm Your Puppet

A little Domme/Sub musical accompaniment. The rest of the blog is shutdown, just like our gubmint!

Decontamination

It was a very eventful weekend here in River City.

Friday night, after a busy week, there was some "home from work" sex in the executive suite, followed by a little in home "picnic".

Saturday, after some hot wake-up sex, Slave took his grandkids on an outing, while Mistress did a long bike ride with her former fuck-buddy and still biking pal, Jay.  His son was away for the week, freeing up his schedule, and their plan was for him to join us at home to watch my alma mater play what turned out to be a desultory late afternoon game against the Sooners.

After I dumped off the grandkids, and was doing some grocery shopping, Mistress texted that she was showering over there, with one of those little smiley faces.  This got me wondering about how that would work and whether a shower would turn into something more....

But apparently not.... they both showed up around game time, and Mistress whipped up some guacamole for us. Later, after burgers and a pathetic performance by my team, I asked Mistress how her "ride" had gone....

"Well, Slave.... we did shower together, and Jay's hands roved a bit.... but nothing really happened...., we're like old pals....who used to have sex."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering about the mysteries of human relationships, and wandering paws.

After the game, Mistress and Slave went to a music festival in an older part of town. Lots of people watching, with folks seemingly aspiring to the hipster look, as if going to a casting call for Portlandia. We couldn't stay out too late though, because Mistress had a date in the morning with our muddy ol' river.

It was the annual across-the-river-and-back swim, something she has done with a group of crazies for three years in a row now. Slave is not quite so foolish. I tend to think of all the chemicals and sludge that flows into the river as it meanders from Pittsburgh and through West Virginia on its way to our humble town. When she jumped into the river with some fellow swimmers, their whining about how cold the water was made me particularly proud of my own good judgment.

Fortunately, Mistress made it back in one piece, chilled, but with no limbs missing due to an encounter with a giant, mutant catfish. We stopped for some breakfast on the way home, Mistress still chilled. And when we made it home, she was determined to climb back into bed to catch up on sleep and our Sunday morning sexual rituals.  But first,  a shower. Maybe we should have had Jay stick around: