Thanksgivakkah Greetings

Mistress and her devoted Slave and in between social engagements right now... resting up a little before the big family dinner. There at least was time for some slow and sensual wake - up sex this morning, before a trip to the gym to burn off the calories from the pre-TG dinner with family we shared last night.... Why settle for one big family feast for Thanksgiving when you can schedule four in a row, right?

In any event, we wish all of our friends and followers well on this odd national holiday, that seems to have developed a bi-polar character these last few years: is it about spending time at home with family and friends, or is it about cramming into big box retailers to get a sweet deal on some household appliance?

I tend to think that there will be plenty left over at Target or the Mall the weekend before Christmas!

In the meantime, let's contemplate instead what kinky games the Indians and Pilgrims played all those years ago when the last bowl of yams was polished off:

Mistress takes a La-Snog-Na Break....

Mistress's new self-employed gig gives her a little more flexibility during the day.  Somedays, she's driving from meeting to meeting, and going a little bonkers. On other days she builds in a little more "flex-time".

Yesterday, before I headed to my own personal coal mine, she gave me a summary of her day: spinning in the AM. Work on some written projects at home,  prepare some lasagna for dinner with our homeward bound girls, then pick the East Coast Co-Ed up at the airport.

So I figured I knew where I could find her - at home - when I called to check in at lunch time.

But, alas.... the phone rang.... no Mistress.  She didn't even respond to my text.

Hmmmm.

She was off the radar screen.

Then, at around 1:30 or so the text chimed.....

"Jay came over Slave, and well .... update you later."

The story as it ultimately came out via phone and a more complete debriefing later was that they had planned to meet for lunch, but then Mistress suggested he come over for a plate of the lasagna she had just whipped up.

I guess that is one way to a man's cock....

I wonder if Mistress was slaving away in the kitchen, dressed like this when Jay arrived?

Keep in mind that Jay and Mistress stopped being "fuck buddies" about a year ago. He had issues with the shared nature of this sort of relationship. Probably understandable, but it I always wondered, "what's not to like?"

Then they went into a "biking buddies" phase.

They talk on the phone.

ride bikes.

She goes over to visit when she is "in the neighborhood".

There's been a little kissing.

There was that shared shower one day.

But no sex.

So what happened?

"After we ate the lasagna, I was cleaning up and he just came up from behind and grabbed me Slave..."

The rest was inevitable, apparently.

Soon they were up in the UCTMW Executive suite, clothes frantically falling away, and Jay taking her standing up, Mistress laying on her back on the bed.

"Then he had me do myself with the Hitachi Slave... for some reason he seems to really like that."

No doubt.

"Sounds like you had a productive day, Mistress...."

"I did Slave...."

And she had that well fucked smile that comes with a little afternoon action with your "side dish" before an empty nest gets re-infested.

Of course, Slave got to taste the results of a busy day for the clean shaven folds once we finished our own lasagna with the girls.

But I had to wonder.

"After all those months of relatively platonic buddy stuff, what turned the page?"

"Not sure Slave.... it's complicated for him. He wanted to know if I was going to tell you."

"And you said?"

"Of course... what's to hide, I said . He just laughed."

Crazy. Maybe we just chalk it up to  the ricotta cheese.

Just What Mistress Needed...

On Saturday a box arrived here at the UCTMW World HQ.

It was an assortment of gifts from our Senior Correspondent Donna and her lovely daughter in honor of Hanukkah. (Or is it Thanksanukkah this year?)

There were some candies, hot chocolates and coffees. A few feathers which she said were for the cats, but could have a more diabolical use if in the hands of an uppity pampered slave on switch day.

But at the bottom of the box, there were these:

"Great for risotto, Mistress?"

I said a little dubiously.

"Or for the next time you get surly, Slave...."

Moi, surly?

Gee thanks, Donna. Just what Mistress needed to compliment her super sized shoe horn, bamboo cane  and riding crop.


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I did want to briefly comment on the events that unfolded last night in the frigid tundras of Foxboro, Mass.

I know the WC and Suzanne over at All Mine were at the edge of their seats over the renewal of the rivalry between "PFM" and Mr. Giselle, though my sense is that they never settled on appropriate wagering terms. Suzanne seemed to be  doubting the prospects of her team and their Glamour Boy QB.

She even offered a bet with some sexual consequences to Jay, I hear, but he turned down the chance to put his own ass on the line.... the prospects of which  all of us have been rooting for.

The game  turned out to be a Tale of Two Halves, on Ice. I turned off the TV with the WC's Donkeys up 24-0 before the half, and the Patriots looking like they had already checked out for the night.

When I awoke this morning and checked ESPN I discovered that whatever trance they had fallen into in the first half had dissipated, with Mr. Giselle shaking off his ass-fucked doldrums and leading a rally that ended in an OT victory for hoodie's team.

It left me wondering.... did Jay leave the game at half time, sulking back for the solace of Suzanne's bed. Or did he stay to the bitter, but ultimately triumphant end in that low 20's stadium. If so..... it makes you wonder if the so-called trophy cock succumbed to frost bite.

If so, the monumental Patriots victory will be of the Pyrrhic variety. But I hear they sell nice implants these days. Good luck Suzanne!

Girding for the Holidays

It's only a few days before our empty nest is re-infested with our two cute Co-Eds, back home for the Thanksgiving holiday here in River City. Mistress has family coming to town as well, and we will all be crowded around tables this week, force feeding ourselves, and no doubt picking a few unnecessary quarrels that are the by product of too many people, related by blood and marriage, crowded into too small a space for too long a time.

Frankly, we would rather be at our SW hideaway for the holiday, where we spent quite a few Thanksgivings when our kids were in elementary and high school. It was a lovely way to enjoy family time without all the extras and hangers-on, and their posses too. But with college schedules tight, and the hassle of travel these days, it's just too hard to pull it off.

To prepare ourselves for the forced festivities, Mistress and Slave scheduled a very low key weekend here. Friday night, a little picnic in front of the computer screen, watching an obscure BBC series courtesy of Netflix.

Some lazy Saturday morning wake-up sex time in the UCTMW executive suite.

Saturday afternoon, I took my grandkids to visit their grumpy great grandma, who seemed to appreciate their spirit of rebellion and their crayoned turkeys.  Mistress went to the gym, then visited her former fuck buddy Jay.

"I was all sweaty, Slave.... but I don't think he minded."
 

Well I know I wouldn't.

I got home just in time to park in front of the TV to watch my alma mater take on the team from Mormon land. It seems like a waste, sitting in front of a TV for 3.5 hours dabbling on the lap-top or scanning the Paper, with a football game on..... but its nice to have no more complex or harried an agenda than that once a week or so.

And Mistress spread herself next to me on the couch, enjoying our time together, though she is no football fan.

She was reading her kindle and napping, her feet in my lap, a blanket spread over her. Cuddled together, we were grateful to have dodged the temptation to drive up to the game. It was cold, blustery and snowing. Yuck.

Somewhere in the 3rd quarter, my left hand couldn't help but slide under the blanket to confirm what I suspected.... no panties under that nighty she had slid into after her shower.

So as my team held off a 4th quarter rally by the team from Utah, Slave used his highly skilled fingers to tease those clean shaven folds. Mistress acts like nothing's happening, keeping to her kindle. But within a few minutes her body tensed, and those little soft moans of hers made it clear that Slave had successfully multi-tasked once again.