Important Scientific Breakthrough

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are at our wits' end.

We are now into our 6th week of "Winter Break" for our two cute Co-Eds filling our dishwasher, clogging our washing machine and dryer, demanding meals at their particular feeding times, and soaking up band width on our wifi with constant streaming videos and downloading of who knows what. 

When you pay exorbitant fees for dorm rooms and off-campus apartments, no one warns you that the "breaks" actually add up to more days than these campuses are actually in session.

Worst of all, all this family togetherness is definitely cramping Mistress and Slave's style. No time for pre-dinner worship when someone is saying "I'm hungry" the minute Slave drags his droopy old ass home from the office. No lounging about the couch semi-nude for Mistress, so I can coax her to a lazy cum while we catch up on old TV episodes.  And certainly no lunch time visits by Mistress's lover Jay for a quick bite and snog.

Allegedly the ladies of leisure both start class again on Monday, though they are already lobbying for travel arrangements for spring breaks that seems just over the horizon. Maybe we need to move out this spring and not leave a forwarding address?

In any event, I did want to mention a new product and APP on the market that our readers and staff may want to try out.  It's written up here:  creepy new porn app.

We've all read about Google Glass: the computer disguised as eye glasses that allow you to peruse the internet with only the benefit of a tiny headset. Well I suppose it was inevitable that the porn industry would be one of the early adapters of this new technology.

The new app allows partners having sex to see the dirty deed from the perspective of one another. In other words, while I am fucking Mistress, I get to see me fuck her through her eyes, and vice, versa.

This brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "Go fuck yourself", doesn't it. I mean, you actually can, at least virtually, with this new tool.

Of course, that raises the question: what sort of narcissist would want to watch themselves being fucked, when they can watch their partner in real time. Would it turn me on to watch a balding, kind of chunky 63 year old white guy fuck me, when, in fact I have a hot and shapely babe to look at in real life. Uhhh, no.

I can see why this might have some appeal to our Western Correspondent though. He spends so much time working his special occasion cock, all lathered up with that high end lubricant it might give him some extra perspective if he could mount Google glass on its tip. Or better yet, if he could persuade B to give him a blow job (maybe if the Donkeys win the Super Bowl?) she could wear the glasses and he would get a bird's eye view of the big unit about to explode. Mt. St. Helen's would likely seem an ant hill by comparison.

And think of the potential use for those who get their buttons pushed by the cuckold dynamic. What if Mistress is being fucked by her alpha lover, Slave is toiling away at his office, but I can check out the action because both of them are wearing the Google glass, allowing me to toggle back and forth for their different perspective. Watching your wife get it from another guy would never be the same, would it?

On His Knees

Mistress and Slave had some time over the weekend to "catch up", with some nice two-a-day sex on Saturday, and some play with her favorite power tool on Sunday morning. Though she was a little reluctant to get on top and ride the work-a-day cock.

"My body is still pretty sore from all that action with Jay on Friday, Slave."

Well it was certainly mot my position to complain. Mistress deserves a little extra working of those Ab, thigh and ass muscles from her younger lover from time to time. And that requires a little body recovery time afterwards.

Speaking of a need for recovery time: Mr. Glamor Boy, aka Tom Brady of the New England Patriots, has an entire off-season to recover from his mistreatment by the boys in orange yesterday. Our Western Correspondent was in the stands with his sometimes ass fucking wife B to watch PFM get a little vengeance for his prior meltdowns against the Patriots and Brady. And with all the chain yanking that Glamor Boy gets from his super model wife, you have to admit he looks like a natural on his knees in this photo.

But now that her team has been eliminated, maybe Suzanne over at All Mine can come out of hiding, with or without Bob Kraft's Super Bowl ring. We did get a furtive email from her yesterday, possibly from some distant gulag, where she claimed it was 1 degrees and the game was not to be found on TV.

Suzanne, that's a long way to go to dodge a wager on your favorite closeted submissive QB!

Mistress's New "F & F" Weight Loss Regime

With the new year, Mistress resolved to embark on a weight loss crusade.

"You look beautiful to me, Mistress", was my natural response. But she has an overly  critical eye when looking in the mirror and decided it was time to shed a few pounds. She found some diet involving "fasting" two days each week, limiting oneself to a crazily low calorie count.

But  yesterday she put a new twist on it: the "fast and fuck diet".

First there was the traditional wake-up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ. Quick but oh so delicious as far as your humble slave was concerned. It got me out the door with a snap to my step, despite the grim gray skies and scattered snow showers.

But with Mistress on a more flexible work schedule these days, she had scheduled a special lunch break with her lover, Jay.

Jay has sole custody of a rather rambunctious child, so it's been hard for them to schedule evenings alone. And with the long holiday break, they'd really no been able to get together for a while. So at around 11:30 am Mistress called to say she was headed over to Jay's house, and she was off my radar screen until around 2:30 or so.

When she called you could tell from the tone of her voice that she'd had a busy lunch break.

"He made me one of his own high energy low fat shakes Slave.... then, well we just fucked for about two hours...."

At home last evening, before we headed for the airport to pick up our junior cute Co-Ed who had been on a trip overseas during her break, I engaged a little post cuckold worship, bathing those well used clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue while Mistress went into a little more detail about her afternoon.

"It was one of those Jay fucking marathons, Slave.... we did it in just about every position: him on top, me on top, him from behind.....he's really the best of all those guys I've tried out....."

"Ummmm..... well that's fortunate then Mistress....."

"Afterwards he said 'why don't we do this more often', I just looked at him like..... no one's stopping you....."

Sounds like Jay also shares my opinion about whether Mistress should lose some weight:

"He says he doesn't know how he feels about me being much smaller than I am.... particularly my breasts, Slave...."

"That would be a shame, Mistress."

 Mistress did not indulge her Slave's work-a-day cock last night. It seemed she had plenty of exercise and her parts probably needed a rest after the gentle cum I gave her with my worship.

"My thighs are sore, Slave", she mentioned when we arrived at the airport.

"No doubt".

But I think she'll be ready for me this morning. After she checks the scales to see how that whole "fast and fuck" regime worked out.

Internationally Famous Domme and Sports Wagerer Goes Convenieintly Missing?

This weekend brings the penultimate encounters of the seemingly endless NFL season. And the marquee affair is one of a long and storied series of match-ups between Peyton Manning, now of the Denver Broncos and Tom Brady, who has stuck with the New England Patriots through his career.

Manning, in the twilight of his career, has once again given his team a record setting regular season. He's one of those good-old-boy types from a deep red state, but now  presents himself more like a stock broker panhandling for high net worth clients, than some cracker from Mississippi. He's very button down in those  post game press conferences, like he's rehearsing for a career as Governor of Nebraska. Was this the same guy who appeared as a cut up on Saturday Night Live early in his career? The trouble is that in the post-season, he has tended to flinch, under-performing when the games count the most.

On the other hand, Tom Brady, who came to the Pats by way of Michigan as a late round draft choice, has cultivated the glamor boy look, particularly after he hooked up with that super model, who seems to keep him on a very short leash. The way he stands tall in the pocket makes you think she sometimes forgets to remove the butt plug or cock cage before game time. Tom is more often seen in a tux, with that spikey hair coif than in his sweats at practice.But he does seem to peak at the right time, taking his team farther and deeper in the pay-offs on a consistent basis than any of his contemporaries.

Yeah, I know, they are just jocks. Why write about them in some sex blog, Mick?

Well my point is that two of the "friends of UCTMW", Suzanne over at All Mine, and our underproductive Western Correspondent, have some skin in this game. The WC is a die hard "Donkeys" fan, convinced that "PFM" is the 2nd coming of John Elway and will return his team to the promised land. While Suzanne has a soft spot for her Patriots, and probably would like sloppy seconds with Mr. Glamour Boy when Giselle is done with her pre-game ass fucking.

In light of these competitive interests, one would think there could be constructed a colorful cross-blog wager over the outcome of this weekend's mammoth struggle, right?  Maybe some surrogate 'back channel" take downs involving Mike or Suzanne? Or how about Suzanne's lover Jay being the "butt boy" for a change.... he has the season tix right? What if he and Tammy trade places for a week, with Jay in the cock cage doing the fluffing, should the mighty Brady strike out.

It had such great potential.

But then something mysterious happened. Suddenly Suzanne and  ALL Mine went dark this week. Right in the middle of the play-offs.

Is she on some secret mission: maybe accompanying her former Senator, John Kerry to the Middle East to give Syrian President Assad a taste of what he's missing to induce him into exile?

Or could she be on an undercover mission to Moscow, hoping to retrieve Bob Kraft's Super Bowl ring from President Putin. They say he's going a little soft, releasing Pussy Riot and all. Maybe Suzanne brought Big Blackie along to REALLY bring out Vladdy's feminine side?

On the other hand, maybe Suzanne is just dodging the bet, her confidence in the outcome and Mr. Glamor Boy fading. PFM's win over the weekend, after three consecutive play-off busts, suggests he may have overcome his post-season jitters. And the last  time Glamour Boy faced a Manning in the Super Bowl - little brother Eli - well it didn't turn out so well for the Patriots.

Are you hiding from us Suzanne?