Tights Hit the Post-Season

It's not exactly March Madness, but the cold snap that drove River City temperatures back into the teens, after a brief taunting from spring, had one upside: extending tights season here for just a few more days.

Ol' Mick has a bit of a tights fetish, as our most loyal readers have come to learn. So anything that adds a few days of twisted fun to my sometimes tedious work-a-day life can't be all that bad, can it?

Yesterday Mistress was dressing for work, after our satisfying wake-up sex, and seemed torn.

"It's 19 outside Slave? Can't decide - pants, or tights?"

Well she knew what my answer would be. And she even wriggled into my favorites: the peek-a-boo variety with the convenient, worship ready aperture.

The sad part is that I only got a brief sighting of her before we headed off in different directions: black skirt, ending above the knee, black tights, and black boots to finish the look. I'm sure she was turning more than a few heads through the course of her busy day. And a few texts she sent only primed my pump for some post work day worship.

Fortunately, she obliged her Slave, keeping those tights on for this photo op, some worship with my head parked at just the right strategic spot, and even slept in the tights, allowing me to sidle up to them through the night.

Very distracting!

I suspect I will get a little more fodder for my fetish when I rejoin her in bed, momentarily.

Our Western Correspondent Moonlights for Consumer Reports

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But Because Consumer Reports insists on punctuation, you're reading it here. At least he sent a selfie along!

(DENVER) Well legal pot has been here for over two months

Guess what?

The sky has not fallen  yet

I don't think.....

Our dusty old  cow town seems just the same to me

Haven't seen any crazed pot heads running around creating anarchy  

Course I don't get out much

Nevertheless I have been doing diligent research on behalf of my employers 

UCTMW

Took a little break to visit our Russian friends in Sochi

And held up in Vegas for a few days to let Mick cool down about some bills I ran up in Russia

But

I have been researching !!!!

So here is my take

LEGAL POT RULES!!!!!!!!!!!

All the peeps you meet in the stores are so friendly and cool

Everybody is smiling

Course the people running the stores are happy

They are getting fucking rich!

But all the customers are laughing and joking

I frequent a store near DU

A local University

The customers range from college kids to the retired crowd with plenty of very rich folks thrown in too

And they all talk and socialize together

Very very cool actually......

Now for the products

Course you have your garden variety bud

Sold by the gram $25

1/8 ounce $60 and so on and so forth

They sell sativa  an "upper buzz"

Indiga a "sleepy buzz"

And a hybrid of the two....  for you independent's out there who can't decide which party to vote for

I guess

Then there are the "edibles"

These range from pills to candy of all sorts

Gummy bears, totsie roles, gum, chocolates, hard candies, basically anything 

And then you have your brownies, cookies, fudges, protein bars, granola bars, fiber bars

See you can get high and be regular

So there Jamie Lee Curtis! 

Very interesting are the drinks

They come in resealable bottles

Soft drinks, sports drinks, fruit drinks, you name it

Think the connivence store  drink case's and you basically have it

They also sell drops, additives and this stuff in a straw that you mix with water

And that is just in my little store

Very very cool

Now there is a lot of controversy about how much THC is in these edibles 

The Denver Post is testing them and running a story about the various companies products

And how some companies product have very little THC in them

For example one company advertised 100 mg in their candy

The Post found their product actually had  .75 mg per candy

This caused the WC to say WTF?????         Suzanne:)

They are basically making and breaking companies 

And I say

God bless you Denver Post!!!!

I have purchased a couple of edibles that did not make the poor old WC high at all!!!!!

Shame you .........you frauds, you charlatans, you hucksters !!!!

Well so much for my little rant.....

All transactions are basically in $20 increments 

$5 at the least

No change and taxes are included

Cash only 

No credit cards cause the owners can't get bank accounts

These guys are rolling up to State Treasury with a pistol on the seat and 50K in a bag to pay their taxes

But you know the State is loving those tax dollars

But I know you are asking

Does the poor old WC think the pot is medicinal????

Not being a doctor

I don't know

But I say try some

You will be happier

Whatever ails you.......

Your intrepid reporter

WC

Mistress Relents to Our Whiney Readers' Views

Happy, folks?

After all your demands for more cage time, Mistress cracked down on her devoted Slave yesterday.

When she realized that her Slave had to be at some tedious civic breakfast that started before dawn, and that she would be out at her own public event until almost 9 pm, she gave her orders:

"I think you need to be in that cage tomorrow, Slave."

And since I had such an early command performance, there was no opportunity for the traditional wake-up sex to take the edge off a day of lock down. No, just cram those balls and cock into that tight steel ring, and have mistress close the lock once I climbed out of the shower.

From that civic breakfast I reported in via text:

"The usual suspects are here, Mistress. I bet I'm the only one in a cock cage."

(of course, who could tell. That tight assed Judge at the next table seemed a little squirmy. Or was it squierelly?)

"I bet you're right, Slave."

Otherwise, my day was uneventful. But sadly, when I got home, Mistress was already on to her "night shift" event. She did text me a photo of the T-shirt they forced her to wear. I'm wondering what made that nipple all perky - some stud ogling her, or the thought of her slave back at home, still on lockdown?

She was indulgent though: Slave was allowed to "self-release" in order to go on my first bike ride of the spring. It was a nice chance for some outside exercise with temperatures pushing into the 70's. But winter is make a curtain call again today. Low 14 and snow tonight in River City? WTF!

When Mistress finally arrived home, Slave showed his humble gratitude by worshiping those clean shaven folds with renewed devotion. But Mistress was particularly tired, and deferred my own sexual release until this morning.

I hope all that abstinence makes you demanding readers happy!

Wedding Shower From Hell

Poor Mistress.

On Saturday afternoon she was consigned to attend a wedding shower for her devoted Slave's niece - the daughter of my dearly departed younger brother. When we originally accepted the invitation, it was under the assumption that it was one of those more "modern" co-ed showers, where the groom to be, husbands and male friends were also welcome. But, no....  it was not until after we sent an affirmative response that Mistress learned to her horror it was a "girls only" affair.

Someone once said about the Collins clan that it's like the Hotel California: you can check out, but you can never leave. Sure enough, Mistress texted me not long after the party commenced that the attendees included: my ex-wife, my brother's ex-wife (along with his widow, the mother of the bride to be), and a couple of his former actual and/ or wannabe girl friends (we are not sure if the wannabe ever actually got into my brother's pants, but it seems likely). Although we now get along on fairly cordial terms with my ex-wife, Mistress always notes a certain chill from other family members  when she and my ex  are in the same room - as in "is it cool to be cordial to Molly when the ex is there?" By now, after about 20 years you would think some folks would "move on", but one should never over-estimate the generosity of the human spirit.

As you might imagine, Mistress has no patience for these sorts of shenanigans, or for the whole "hen party" concept in the first place.  "When I left they were playing some silly game, Slave.... ugh..."

I suspect I have earned a good cropping for having sent Mistress on this mission with too many catty women on a perfectly good Saturday.

Fortunately, she had a good excuse to bail out early - we had planned a birthday dinner for our cute co-ed and several of her sorority girl friends up the road on her bucolic heartland campus. I suppose I could say the tables were turned there: Slave was the only male at the table, and there were few males in the entire restaurant, since this apparently was some sort of "Moms' weekend" for several of the sororities. Not to worry though (as if you would), once Slave adopted to the ultra- high decibel level of all those squawking girls and their moms, I was treated to some tasty eye candy: lots of cute sorority girls in their too short dresses out for a Saturday night. Some of the Moms weren't so bad either, though none of them held a candle to Mistress.  So while it was too loud to hear much of the conversation from my end of the table, Slave never got too bored.

It was too late by the time we finally got home from our campus excursion for some "night cap" sex, but we made up for it in Sunday: Mistress was treated to a little "power tool" action before she headed to her spinning class; and later in the afternoon, after a much needed nap, Slave used his un-powered tools to provide a little extra worship. Fortunately, Mistress was kind enough to return the favor, and we got in one more round of fucking during the extra daylight that the time change provided us.

Hopefully I can figure a way to make it up to Mistress for consigning her to that nasty wedding shower.