HNT / Ashley Madison Outtakes

Mistress and Slave are settling into our new / old house. Most of the boxes have been unpacked. The "art" is either on the wall, or stuffed into our ancient attic for budding young anthropologists to discover in some future century. When I updated our home owners insurance, they had trouble with my answer to the question about the age of the slate roof.

"Well the house was built in 1840. So I guess that's how old the roof is. But if a slate breaks or comes loose you just replace it....." Apparently their computer system didn't like that answer." But it does make for some interesting sounds up in the attic when it's raining.

With our move behind us and the summer before us, life is calming a bit (setting aside my cranky mother being in the hospital, but let's not bore you with that.)

Mistress has a couple of AM suitors she is sorting through again. Nothing too compelling at this point. Weeding out the married guys who seem more interested in describing how lame their wives are in the sack, the pickings on AM are thin. But then Mistress is hardly desperate for attention. She does have the oral stylings of her devoted slave to tide her over.

And there are the guys who come knocking on her AM door who can still draw a chuckle.  Like this attractive character:

At 5'8" and 280 lbs he clearly falls outside of the physical parameters laid out in Mistress's posting. But then who could turn down a guy who says he's into "one night stands", and wants a lady who will "party and f**k all day long." And for good measure he highlights in Caps that he "LOVES BEER, SEX, WEED AND GOING TO BARS."

Who are you trying to fool WC? You have Mistress's email address and phone number. You don't need to hit on her on AM!

Re- Inaugural Switch Day

With our cute Co-Eds away over the weekend, there were no excuses when it came to re-inaugurating switch day traditions here at our new/old digs. And since the house has an equestrian theme, well why not break out the riding crop?

After some morning paper and blog reading, Mistress reluctantly allowed her slave (Dom for the day) to lock the red cuffs on her dainty wrists. I always like the way they match her elegant nail polish.

She was rolled onto her tummy, and her wrists were spread and secured in place.  When I saw how seductive she looked with legs eschew, I decided to ditch the spread eagle effect, and let her squirm away as I applied the crop to that creamy skin at her bottom. 

Of course, there is always a mix of pleasure with the pain on switch day. So - eventually - Mistress was rewarded with her favorite power tool, wedged between her thighs. She squirmed against it as I layered on some more slaps with the crop and swats with my palm as she worked herself into a frenzy.

Was it cruel of me to threaten to turn off the Hitachi just as she was getting close to a cum?

"Why would you do that Slave?"

The desperation in her voice was so compelling I decided not to throw that particular switch.

Soon she was begging for permission to come. And who would I be to deny her?

Her ass was so compelling that I elected to take her from behind, thrusting with gusto and enjoying those moans of delight from Mistress. We may have frightened the cats.

When the dust settled, the verdict was positive.

"That was a good one, Slave...."

Mistress and Slave Resettlement

My how time flies when you're not posting on your sex blog!

I realized this morning that it's been a whole week since we updated our devoted readers on developments here in River City.

Moving really does suck. And the notion of "downsizing" is particularly challenging when you have two cute Co-Eds that are in denial about the whole thing.

What was it about: "sweethearts, your rooms are smaller and there is less closet space" that they didn't understand?"

Of course, I will not be critical of Mistress, because Slave will deserve a punishment.

Then there are two cats being "new house broken".  One definitely has to look where you are walking around here. There is nothing like the squish of a cat turd between your bare toes.

I was thinking about doing a top ten list titled "You know you have too much stuff when.....", but the process of editing was giving me a headache.

Not that I am an innocent bystander: I am already regretting not throwing away more of my collection of mismatched coffee cups. I'm the only one who drinks coffee here, and you only need one at a time right?  And  albums: who needs two versions of "Sergeant Pepper"? (The original scratched up one from 1967 or so, and a "remastered" English version?) Then there are family heirlooms: my grandfather's pictures of war torn France from WWI; a great grandmother's trunk from Ireland. Photos of my grandfather's farm in upstate NY. I've held onto them. But who the heck will want to retrieve them from this old attic when I'm tired of moving them? Or not moving at all?

It is nice to be in our new/old bedroom. Slave lived here 3-4 nights a week for a while when the rest of the crowd was in Florida. Mistress visited occasionally. But it was more  a bachelor pad then. Now it may be a tad more crowded with "stuff", but feels much more like home, particularly with Mistress beside me every night.

And it's a lot more tranquil than out old house/neighborhood, particularly this weekend. Cute Co-Ed #1 is on a round trip visiting friends; Cute Co-Ed #2 is on summer camp in NYC for two months. (She calls it an "internship"). So Mistress and Slave have time to unpack, as well as spend a little more time in bed, without concerns about thin walls and ambient noise.

Friday night we went to our old/new swim club, ran into old friends, who invited us over for an impromptu dinner. with kids away, no one was asking us "what's for dinner?", so we could easily change plans.

Last night it was a walk to the local ice cream parlor and the next door movie theatre, before heading home to our empty nest. Plus some worship before bedtime.

We definitely can get used to this.

So you will excuse me if I stop blogging and begin my preparations for a proper switch day. won't you?

Relocated

Mistress and her humble Slave have been resettling this weekend after our big "downsizing" move, back to an historic home closer into town than the original UCTMW World HQ. It's a place we've owned for about 10 years but had rented out for a while. But not as spacious or as accommodating for a family of 4.  Cute Co-Ed #2 (who turns 21 in a few weeks) got the message as she was unpacking all her stuff before heading to a grown up summer camp in NYC for the next 2 months:

"This really isn't a house for 4 people, is it?"

"No honey, it isn't. Do you really plan on living with your parents much longer?"

The move was arduous. 8 men and 4 trucks. Really. But they weren't big trucks, if that counts.

And we moved more stuff than we really needed. But as the Neil Sedaka oft sang: "breaking up (with stuff) is hard to do...." So we have it all a little longer, and our seemingly spacious attic now looks like a cramped consignment shop.

Today we headed back to the swim club we habituated many weekends between 1998 and 2004. Creatures of habit, we spread our towels in the same corner of the sunning patio as we had 10 years earlier. Sitting next to us were the same folks we last saw there 10 years ago, and they acted as if we just saw them last August. Very Deja Vu. 

With both daughters home over the weekend, and a thin wall separating us from the daughter who Mistress embarrassed last week with her "let's have sex" announcement, Mistress and Slave had to develop more stifled sexual stylings. That involved playing some music and suppressing our moans of passion this morning.

But it was good to break in the new / old bedroom once again. And as you can see from the photo, it's nice to get back into the habit of our pre-dinner Sunday afternoon nap.