Of course, it's not summer. Temps have bounced between the teens to the upper 50's. But that does not prevent Mistress from going au natural to restore that healthy glow. I think it was no higher than 40 degrees when I took this photo on Sunday:
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Tough Duty
Of course, it's not summer. Temps have bounced between the teens to the upper 50's. But that does not prevent Mistress from going au natural to restore that healthy glow. I think it was no higher than 40 degrees when I took this photo on Sunday:
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Our Senior Correspondent's Sunday Book Review
Why run out for the Sunday Times today, when you can get a whole book review section right here at UCTMW. Many of you may not know that our Senior Correspondent also moonlights as an editor for some of the hottest kinky authors out there today (with the exception of the WC. They disagree on the need for punctuation.
Mick suggested it might be interesting for me to share with you some sexy BDSM books from time to time. I am excited to begin with a few books by Claire Thompson, an award winning BDSM author as well as very good friend of mine. Having been part of the lifestyle for many years, Claire knows what she writes.
In Claire's own words: I don't want to simply provide an erotic thrill or evocative description. With my D/s romances I seek not only to tell a story, but to come to grips with, and ultimately exalt in the true beauty and spirituality of a loving exchange of power. My darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism.
Claire's eBooks are available at her website, Romance Unbound, http://romanceunbound.com/, or for those who prefer a paper book, her print books as well as eBooks are available at Amazon.com.
The Contract was released last week and within two days made the ARE best seller list. Make Me is a New York Times and USA Today Best Seller. It is an amazing anthology of 12 full length books written by the biggest names in edgy romance and includes Enslaved, a great m/f book by Claire Thompson.
THE CONTRACT
Out of a job and betrayed by his lover, Jace Thompson jumps at an opportunity almost too good to be true. On a private island in the Florida Keys, a secret BDSM community exists in resort-style luxury, the wealthy clients served by paid submissives who meet their every erotic desire and sensual whim. As Jace works hard to serve the men of the island with submissive grace, he is challenged at every turn by a manipulative trainer who seems hell bent on his failure, and another who brings out a deeply submissive nature Jace didn't realize he possessed.
When trainer Quinn is asked to assess Jace for his submissive potential, the connection between them is immediate and intense. He might have to make an exception to his rule to never get involved with the service subs. His jealous ex-lover has other ideas.
Dark intrigue and unrequited desires combine in a tangled web of danger and deception. Against a backdrop of lush tropical beauty and steamy BDSM passion, Jace and Quinn begin a tentative and ultimately powerful exploration of Domination and submission not only of the body, but of the heart and soul. The Contract
SUBMISSION IN PARADISE
Paradise Islands - Passion tailored for the woman with everything but time
Shea Devon accepts the gift of a week at Paradise Islands, expecting moonlit walks on the beach and sweet kisses over candlelight dinners. Instead, a mix-up lands her on the company's BDSM island, at the mercy of a very sexy but stern Master.
Liam Jordan follows the script he believes was designed expressly for the lovely young woman in his charge. Thinking her resistance is part of the game she desires, he subdues the sexy, sassy Shea and gives her a spanking she won't soon forget, with plans for so much more.
Liam is captivated by this woman whose submissive potential has barely been tapped. Shea, both intrigued and terrified by the force of her own reactions, struggles with the concept of erotic submission, and even more with the ultimate surrender, that of the heart. But now that the Pandora's box of longing and desire has been opened, there is no going back for either of them.http://www.amazon.com/Submission-Paradise-Claire-Thompson-ebook/dp/B00HS5X0TI/ref=sr_1_9?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1396068244&sr=1-9
MAKE ME
Take a trip to the dark side with 12 full-length books by the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig! These heroes know what they want and they're not afraid to take it.http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I2UGR4I
Enjoy!
Donna
Senior Correspondent.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Mistress Multitasks
Then a trip up the mountain. Thin crowds. Better snow than out last visit here at the end of February. The ski season is petering out with some nice sunshine.
We took it easy, getting in some turns. Stopping for some designer hot chocolate, then bolting back to the hideaway around 1:30 pm for what Mistress saw as the highlight of her day - getting some sun on our patio after a long cold winter back in River City. While I made some lunch, Mistress was already doing a conference call with a client. I found her with I-phone in hand, laptop open, and completely nakers.
Luckily the client did not insist on a Skype chat! He would have definitely gotten better value for that impressive hourly rate.
And do you think I can work a product placement deal with Apple?
Friday, March 28, 2014
Our Senior Correspondent Goes Pelvic
You'll be happy to know that Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway safely last night. And fortunately for me, Mistress was in an indulgent mood. After I worshipped clean shaven folds that were particularly musky after a long day of travel, she gave me the good news that my 40 or so hours of abstinence would not be extended until this morning.
When the dust settled after a sustained and successful assault by the work-a-day cock, Mistress seemed impressed.
"Wow, Slave.... you must have been horny."
No doubt. It had been nearly two days, with an intervening date night for Mistress that Slave had to mull over, stoking those cuckold fires.
But today's blog is devoted to a contribution by our Senior Correspondent, who can make even a trip to the doctor kinky:
Long time no write. Well, I have been leaving pithy little comments here and there, but not really writing. The reason has to do with some on-going medical crap, but we're learning to deal and all is well.
I want to begin by sharing a personal insight: whether a submissive is healthy or ill, they are still submissive with all the needs, wants, and meaning wrapped up in those words. We continue to desire spankings, floggings, blindfolds, hot wax, and all the rest, as well as the opportunity to serve orally and physically. Of course you should check in to be sure your sub is up for it, but don't good Doms do that anyway? As for me, right now I really need a solid spanking, some anal sex and a butt plug, even yearn for it. And from the look on Bill's face when I threw a bit of snark his direction during breakfast this morning, my needs may be met quite soon.
Speaking of anal sex and butt plugs, if those words bother you, perhaps you should skip today's blog. I will be covering, or uncovering, if you would rather, some information related to butts in an up close and personal way.
On Monday, I had an appointment with a specialist who informed me that now is the time to see someone about bowel retraining. Immediately, those little questions that pop up for me at the most unfortunate times began running in circles through my brain. How does one retrain a bowel? I'm envisioning a lion tamer with a whip and chair yelling, "Back, back, I say!" Next question, who in the heck does that for a living? And really, does any child ever sit at the dinning room table and announce to their parents that when they grow up they want to be a bowel trainer? More and more questions came to mind, but Bill was watching my face and gave me his best staring from under the eyebrows look so I would understand he knew I was about to ask some of my "special" questions, and that he would prefer I not.
So I didn't, but I must have made a face, because then the doctor informed me that the procedure would be "rather invasive" and he hoped it wouldn't upset me. I assured him that I wouldn't be upset and might even get a bit of a thrill, you never know. He sat there for a moment with a straight face, did a blink-blink, and then burst out laughing. Hey, as long as you can share a smile and a laugh, it's all good. Right?
Later that day, when the clinic called to set up my appointment, the girl on the phone had a very heavy accent. Just to be sure I understood who was calling, I asked whether she was calling from the bowel clinic. Her voice became very clipped as she informed me that the correct terminology is pelvic health clinic. That made me laugh, it's a lovely euphemism but no matter what it's called, the same procedures were going to take place.
I headed out to my pelvic health appointment with my favorite hand sanitizer and a large can of Lysol spray in my backpack. I am happy to say the only thing painful about the appointment was the amount of paperwork I had to fill out. I suppose if you've never had anal sex or spent time with a decently sized butt plug you might considered it invasive, but I just continued visiting with the technician as she did her work, wondering when things were going to get ramped up. They didn't. The only unpleasantness had to do with the technician. Let me just say that I really think people in this line of work should refrain from gesticulating wildly while both hands are gloved and one hand still in a very warm location. I believe that was the first time in my life I have sincerely hoped that it was spit or little tidbits of leftovers from lunch being spat upon my back.
The actual retraining involves bio-feedback. A device that looks like a tiny little wired dildo is inserted in the back door, attached to some monitors, and the retraining begins. I think on my next visit I'm going to take a decent size butt plug from my personal stash and see if she can't wire it up so I can get better results sooner!
Who knew BDSM would be so helpful, medically speaking?
Senior Correspondent,
Donna
When the dust settled after a sustained and successful assault by the work-a-day cock, Mistress seemed impressed.
"Wow, Slave.... you must have been horny."
No doubt. It had been nearly two days, with an intervening date night for Mistress that Slave had to mull over, stoking those cuckold fires.
But today's blog is devoted to a contribution by our Senior Correspondent, who can make even a trip to the doctor kinky:
Long time no write. Well, I have been leaving pithy little comments here and there, but not really writing. The reason has to do with some on-going medical crap, but we're learning to deal and all is well.
I want to begin by sharing a personal insight: whether a submissive is healthy or ill, they are still submissive with all the needs, wants, and meaning wrapped up in those words. We continue to desire spankings, floggings, blindfolds, hot wax, and all the rest, as well as the opportunity to serve orally and physically. Of course you should check in to be sure your sub is up for it, but don't good Doms do that anyway? As for me, right now I really need a solid spanking, some anal sex and a butt plug, even yearn for it. And from the look on Bill's face when I threw a bit of snark his direction during breakfast this morning, my needs may be met quite soon.
Speaking of anal sex and butt plugs, if those words bother you, perhaps you should skip today's blog. I will be covering, or uncovering, if you would rather, some information related to butts in an up close and personal way.
On Monday, I had an appointment with a specialist who informed me that now is the time to see someone about bowel retraining. Immediately, those little questions that pop up for me at the most unfortunate times began running in circles through my brain. How does one retrain a bowel? I'm envisioning a lion tamer with a whip and chair yelling, "Back, back, I say!" Next question, who in the heck does that for a living? And really, does any child ever sit at the dinning room table and announce to their parents that when they grow up they want to be a bowel trainer? More and more questions came to mind, but Bill was watching my face and gave me his best staring from under the eyebrows look so I would understand he knew I was about to ask some of my "special" questions, and that he would prefer I not.
So I didn't, but I must have made a face, because then the doctor informed me that the procedure would be "rather invasive" and he hoped it wouldn't upset me. I assured him that I wouldn't be upset and might even get a bit of a thrill, you never know. He sat there for a moment with a straight face, did a blink-blink, and then burst out laughing. Hey, as long as you can share a smile and a laugh, it's all good. Right?
Later that day, when the clinic called to set up my appointment, the girl on the phone had a very heavy accent. Just to be sure I understood who was calling, I asked whether she was calling from the bowel clinic. Her voice became very clipped as she informed me that the correct terminology is pelvic health clinic. That made me laugh, it's a lovely euphemism but no matter what it's called, the same procedures were going to take place.
I headed out to my pelvic health appointment with my favorite hand sanitizer and a large can of Lysol spray in my backpack. I am happy to say the only thing painful about the appointment was the amount of paperwork I had to fill out. I suppose if you've never had anal sex or spent time with a decently sized butt plug you might considered it invasive, but I just continued visiting with the technician as she did her work, wondering when things were going to get ramped up. They didn't. The only unpleasantness had to do with the technician. Let me just say that I really think people in this line of work should refrain from gesticulating wildly while both hands are gloved and one hand still in a very warm location. I believe that was the first time in my life I have sincerely hoped that it was spit or little tidbits of leftovers from lunch being spat upon my back.
The actual retraining involves bio-feedback. A device that looks like a tiny little wired dildo is inserted in the back door, attached to some monitors, and the retraining begins. I think on my next visit I'm going to take a decent size butt plug from my personal stash and see if she can't wire it up so I can get better results sooner!
Who knew BDSM would be so helpful, medically speaking?
Senior Correspondent,
Donna
Thanks, Donna. Please keep our readers up to date on how the therapy goes, and whether you can make the gesticulating therapist blush before you are done. Since you live down in the bible belt, I'm wondering if your therapy will be tricked out with something like this:
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