Sheltering In Place

It's a very festive time of year here in our little hideaway. And although it's colder than normal (gee, thanks Sin for shipping that Canadian cold air in our direction) we've been enjoying some time together - between the sheets and elsewhere.

Last night there was an event in town where local businesses decorated and sold Christmas trees with profits going to local charities. We both like this one, put together by a funky local lingerie store, decorated with ceramic skulls and death masks -- sort of a goth Christmas. There was a funky dance band, and a skinny guy dressed in a Santa Suit taking some of the locals for a spin on the dance floor.

Mistress and one of our friends even flirted a bit with the local Mayor. As with most folks here, he is a jack of all trades: He sings in an Hispanic band, owns a radio station and a local bar, and even a music supply store.

How could we tell he was the Mayor? Well he had a jacket on that said so.

Of course, we didn't stay out too late. We had been out on the cold slopes, and spent some time in the sack through late afternoon. We needed to preserve our energy for another day on the mountain.

We woke a little early, indulged in some feisty wake-up sex, and discovered that the sun that had broken through yesterday at sunset was now hidden by another layer of snow clouds. settled down before the fire, eating breakfast, we debated whether to venture out.

Our sense of adventure overcame our good judgment and we ended up on the slopes at around 11 am. The wind was blowing, the snow falling, the air chilled with a cold fog obstructing what are normally stunning views. The lift operator confirmed it was minus 12 degrees as we slid into position for the ride up the mountain.

Dang.

We did make it through a few runs until our toes, fingers and faces began to numb up. (And never fear WC, Mistress's work-a-day cock was well protected from the perma-frosting).

The snow was nice, but then it's early in the season right? Plenty of turns left, and powder stashes to explore. So Mistress and Slave locked up their skis and turned tail and headed back to our little cabin.

The Keva fire place is now roaring. Mistress is spread out on the sofa with her kindle as Slave blogs this update, and we are wondering what the heck possessed us to venture out at all. I have a feeling we will soon be back in our bed, doing what a Mistress and her devoted slave are wont to do on a cold day in our empty nest.

Stay warm, compadres.

baby it's cold outside

Mistress and Slave are huddled up  out here at our Southwest Hideaway, where the Holiday spirit is on full display. When we pulled into our little town in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains Wednesday night the colorful lights on the old adobe buildings were shimmering in the cold mountain air. And through the day yesterday there was more snow to create a  winter wonderland scene straight out of Currier and Ives.

Yesterday we actually started this year's ski season in some fresh, fluffy powder, rather than the icy man made stuff that we are typically consigned to this early in the season. Though we are really only here for what amounts to a long weekend, we plan to make the most of the solitude: sex, skiing, some nice meals, and some pre-holiday celebrations.

We did here from the WC yesterday, who was whining that the cold weather will cramp his golf game and force him out into the frigid weather to catch his Donkeys this weekend. I'd make a joke here about tucking the Special Occasion Cock into one of those cock cozies that Donna knits, but that would just get Suzanne yanking our chain about the male obsession with frozen penises.

I hear the weather is turning nasty in River City and through the East this weekend - so use all depraved means available to stay warn and toasty!

Warning: Ancient White Male Ass on Display

Those of you with tender sensibilities need a "spoiler alert" about today's entry here at UCTMW. As in, I don't want to spoil your breakfast. (Or dinner for those of you in more exotic time zones). There- you are dutifully warned.

On our walk back from Thanksgiving dinner Thursday night - yes, we live in one of those idyllic American communities that most thought ended in the 1940's where "grandmother's house" is a 15 minute walk up a hill - Mistress gave fair warning that my days of pampering might be coming to an end:

"Slave, I think we've been a little too vanilla lately.... we may need to get a little more knky this weekend...."

"What standing do I have to object, Mistress...."

"Exactly...."

Yesterday morning, Mistress got a little more explicit. We had skipped wake-up sex so Mistress could make it to an early AM spin class at our Gym. On the drive over, she let me know what I had in store:

"It's been a while since I fucked you in the ass Slave..... "

"True, Mistress....."

So when the cute Co-Eds went off at around 11:30 for some of that much hated Black Friday shopping and lunch with their Aunt and Grandmother, it was clear that my ass was on the line.

"Why don't you get out our supplies, Slave...."

I dutifully retrieved her strap-on equipment, and our lube.....but when I came back to our bed, I noticed that something else had been added to the mix.

Her riding crop was laid out on the bed.

As she slid into her harness, she made sure I was in proper position -- on my tummy, ass available to her.  And as she struck me a good dozen times, directing me to stop my squirming to avoid even more, she reminded me of my need to  provide even more devotion and respect in the weeks to come.

"Yes, Mistress", was about all Slave could muster, as my bony aging ass stung, fading after a minute or so into a warm glow.  She took time to snap a photo and email it to me, with directions to post it here:

Mistress, of course, was not done just yet. She coached me into the proper position to accept the ass fucking she had promised, and seemed to have a nice powerful cum before she was done pumping into me. Then Slave was instructed to insert my aneros before she rode her work-a-day cock to another moaning cum. By then Mistress had her fill, and allowed me to fuck her until I begged for, and finally won permission to cum.

When the dust settled, we cuddled together in bed, enjoying the privacy of our temporarily empty noon-time nest.  Slave's attitude was well adjusted.

I wonder if this is what the Pilgrims had in mind when they created the Thanksgiving Day holiday?

A UCTMW Thanksgivakkah by the Numbers.

All that's left of Thanksgiving 2013  are a couple of turkey carcasses and the fond memories of family time together where no one came to blows or crossed that imaginary line of impropriety that becomes family legend.

Whew!

Plus we dodged the bullet for the first time in a few years and did not have to host our family and hangers on. So there is no cluttered kitchen for Slave to clean this morning.  Let's review the numbers:

8000- Someone mentioned at the table that this is the first time in 8000 yrs. that Thanksgiving and Hanukkah coincided. But was there really a Thanksgiving (or a Hanukkah) 8000 years ago?  And does anyone really believe that in 79,000 years, when it happens again, those who we leave this planet to will still be celebrating these events? Will Wal-Mart allow it?

13- People at the table last night at Grandma's house. (She had a cool silver bracelet on about 5 inches long that she must have bought from Wonder Woman. No, she's not your typical Grandma).

9- Pies driven in from Chicago. Yummy.

8- Times Mistress's sister used the word "Colonoscopy". At least when I was in the room. With two MDs and at least one hypocondriac at the table, it seemed we spent a lot of table talk time on medical procedures.

6- Bottles of wine consumed.

3- Dogs circling around, looking for scraps.

2- Dogs dressed  in leopard print hoodies. I mean, it was cold here yesterday. Where's George Zimmerman when you need him?

2- Times Mistress got to cum yesterday. (At least when I was around...one with our morning sex... once before our afternoon pre-pig-out nap, when Slave ministered to her clean shaven folds).

1- Times Slave got to cum. Once is enough for an overeating, pampered house Slave, don't you think?

We hope all of our followers state side had a pleasantly non-disasterous Thanksgiving too!