"Fury" Goes Rogue?

I saw this posted anonymously on Tumblr today. (I must say I've been having fun with our UCTMW Tumblr Page lately - check it out).

I'm wondering if our friend "Fury" has decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

Hiding in Plain Sight

Last night, as we were making dinner, Mistress noticed something on the wall of our new/old UCTMW World HQ that caught her attention for the first time.

"Hmmmm.....What's this ...."

She couldn't call me by my proper "Slave" title, because our daughter was hovering nearby, helping with the dinner prep.

"Oh....That's been there for a while, part of the original decorations....Hadn't you noticed it before?"

See that long slender object,  just to the left of the mirror .  Our new/old digs used to be an old Coach House, renovated for residential use. But the folks who owned it before us displayed some equestrian related objects. You can see some of the items, incuding a more conventional riding crop tucked away to the left.

But what caught Mistress's eye was a rather nasty looking leather whip of some sort (does someone know the proper name?) with leather ridges along its business end, and two separate and very stiff "tails".  It looks mighty nasty, doesn't it.

("Fury", see what you're missing by not coming down here and helping us sort through all our detritus).

"Should we try it on you sometime, sweetheart?"

Mistress just winced, not wanting to go into this sort of discussion with our daughter close at hand. But it did give me some ideas for the next switch day.

Unless Mistress calls "first dibs." 

But then, I've been such a good slave lately, haven't I?

Happy Father's Day (to the Penis)

It's "Father's Day" here in the United States. (Is that something celebrated in Canada and in the other countries where so many (at least dozens) of you start your day with a dose of UCTMW?)

Mistress and Slave celebrated last night in a briefly emptied nest, with our cute Co-Ed out on the town with some friends. For the 2nd day in a row, Slave's work-a-day cock got to pitch a "double header", if you add in our traditional wake-up sex, and add in the pre-dinner session that helped be wash away the gloom of visiting my dotty mother in the hospital. Then there was a romantic dinner out in our little secret garden, and a romantic French movie downloaded for viewing in our finally unpacked and cozy living room.

All in all,  a great way to celebrate Father's Day - with no kids lurking to mess up the adult fun.

Of course, there wouldn't be a Father's Day, if not for the trusty penis, a device that has warded off obsolescence through both the industrial revolution and the digital age, at least up until now. I mean, without that primitive but unique piece of equipment, Hallmark would have a bleak June every year!

Yesterday morning, as Slave was getting dressed, Mistress was lingering a bit longer in bed with her laptop. I heard her giggling and raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"There's a funny article on penis size here, Slave...."

Naturally I asked her to forward it for potential blogfodder.

Study Shows Women Prefer One Size Penis for Everyday, ANother for One Night Stands

For this thinly sourced study, (no pun intended)  the researchers made a variety of penis models using one of those fancy new 3D printers.

However, many past studies have relied on images, or used terms such as "small," "medium" and "large" when gauging women's penis preferences, and these terms may have different meanings to different people, Leung said. The new study, on the other hand, is the first to use 3D printed models, which meant women could physically handle them, Leung said.

(This is a big technological advance from the days of the "plaster casters", the 60's era groupies who made plaster casts of rock stars penises -- "collect the entire set of Herman and the Hermits" -- but I digress.)

Women also were asked to handle the model penii and tell researchers which one they would like for "everyday" use and which one would be more appealing for that special fling. It turned out that women liked a slightly broader model for that one night stand than from their ready steady lover or husband.

This fits in well with the notion that Slave has a suitable "work-a-day" cock, wheras Mistress is always on the lookout for that  more colossal "special occasion cock", like the one our hard working Western Correspondent (self)reportedly has available.

In a second part of the new study, women were given one of the penis models and allowed to examine it for 30 seconds. They were then asked to pick that same model from a bin of 33 models, either immediately or after completing a 10-minute survey (to allow time to pass).

After completing the 10-minute survey, women tended to overestimate the size of the penis they had previously examined, the study found.

This finding may be reassuring to men who are self-conscious about their penis size, the researchers said.

"For men who are considering surgery to increase their phallus sizes, maybe they do not have to after all, if women tend to overestimate" the size of a penis they've seen, Leung said.

This is certainly good news on Father's Day.  The thought that a woman can experience your cock, and then, later on, think it was actually bigger than it really was has to reassure Fathers everywhere.

But the bad news may be in the form of an article Donna forwarded yesterday, about a product designed to replace the cock all together.  It's Called the LovePalz.

(Check out the video in the link.)

The product is designed for all you lovers who interact remotely. Wifi friendly, one device, "Zeus" , acts as a faux vagina, with an airbag that grabs onto your cock and holds on for dear life.  The companion, "Hera" is a faux cock, that pumps into the female partner's  lady bits. Supposedly the wifi enabled interface allows partners on far sides of the planet to simulate sexual intercourse, with the grip and/or stroke rate matched as the partners engage of video chat or phone sex. ("Fury", we're thinking of you here!) 

This huge new technological break through could make "regular" sex completely obsolete in just a few months, with only a few dinosaurs like Mistress and Slave still having sex the sticky and sweaty old way. 

And even I am a little concenred. Combine the "lovepalz" with google glass and Mistress could be having sex with Gabriel Byrne every night, rather than me!

But it's not sure how "lovepalz" accommodates a woman's need for a bigger "special occasion" cock every now and then. Does it come in small, medium, and super size me?

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Small Town

Here in River City the schedule has been turned upside down with my Mother in an extended stay at a local hospital. It's definitely cut into the time at the end of the day when Mistress and Slave like to spend a little R & R time in the executive suite, relaxing and kanoodleing.

Fortunately, we broke out of the dreary routine last evening. Mistress had spent some time with our older cute Co-Ed, and I broke loose from the hospital at around 6 pm, so that there was time to join her in bed. One thing turned to another - a short nap, some worship, and Mistress giving her work-a-day cock some much needed attention before it did it's own thing to her clean shaven folds.

Yum.

After that, we pulled our clothes on and walked to a little bistro for some drinks and a light meal. The owner, who likes to flirt with Mistress, even treated us to a lovely soft shell crab.  By the time we walked home under the rising, full "Honey Moon", it seemed the stress of the work-week and dealing with my cranky Mother had lifted away, at least for a while.

The odder occurrence of the day related to one of Mistress's suitor's on AM.  This is a guy in his late 50's,  single, who was trying to set up a Starbucks meet to see if there might be any sparks flying.

When Mistress saw his photos, she had that "do I know this guy" vibe, but seemed unsure. They both had some professional commonalities, but no bells were ringing.

Of course, I am her official AM correspondent, monitoring messages, and responding as commanded.

This fellow asked to see a face shot of Mistress so they would be able to recognize one another when the big "date" happened. And of course, who wouldn't be curious after seeing those R rated shots of Mistress's legs in her AM "private showcase"?

After running this request by Mistress, she gave me the thumbs up.

"OK, Slave... you can send him one of the approved photos."

The one I sent does not show a particularly clear shot of her face, just her sitting under the portal at sunset at our SW hideaway.  With sunglasses on, its still not easy to get a full idea of her face. A bit of a tease, really.

But apparently enough for her new friend.


Hi Molly,
Well--dummy me --- I just figured out very SLOWLY that we have met. Oh, well ……..you pics are just better disguised

So, how awkward is this?

Mistress was a little baffled, and a little nervous when I read her this response.  Who could this guy be? Why couldn't the bell ring more clearly? She instructed me to express her own embarrassment and ask for his name.  But he kept up the tease.



Morning Molly

Soooo--are you really "playing dumb" that you don't know? Or, are you putting me on. I thought my pic was so obvious you knew and I was the one who didn't !! :-). At least you placed in photos that one could mistake for others and weren't so obvious.  Not so me :-)
When I responded, on her behalf, that no, she was not playing dumb, but was now really intrigued,he sent another hint:

Hi Molly,

I am up for still meeting as well unless you now think it's "too weird" ....... We were in a 2 hr meeting recently at a College  ........ :-)

So, now does it click? I obviously made an indelible impression :-)

You are allowed to change your mind --no pressure. Meeting regardless, now that the cat is out of the bag, would probably be good for some laughs at minimum
The bell finally rang. He was a guy at a recent client meeting. But Mistress had not placed his face. Mistress was clearly embarrassed: Not only because they had this "real life" connection, but because she had not made the connection herself when she saw his face shots. (Fortunately this is not a penis shot guy..... now that would really be embarrassing!)


And what are the odds that you can run into someone in real life in a work context, and then encounter them a few weeks later in this underground, AM context?




Mistress asked me to pass on her cell number so they could talk. So far that has not happened yet. And I suppose, since the potential for embarrassment is there for each of them in equal measure, there is no real risk of exposure of Mistress's kinky little "back story" to her work world. Just the potential for some potentially uncomfortable work meetings if she has to interact with this guy in that context again.


But as I said.... it's a small town.