Mistress Works on Her Tan

Fortunately, the trip my daughter and son-in-law took to the ER turned out to be no big deal. I whipped up some blueberry pancakes for my cute grandsons, they watched some cartoons on netflix, and were collected in time for a little wake-up sex that left Mistress and Slave plenty of time for a bike ride and a trip to our swim club on Sunday.
And while we didn't have the time for the "Switch Day" activities Slave had planned, Mistress did seem to enjoy the cock riding that ensued after Slave worked his magic with my lips and tongue.

At our pool the sun was blazing, and Mistress enjoyed a chance to build on that early summer tan before we head to our SW hideaway on Friday.  And it seemed there were more than a few guys who were happy to chat her up, while getting a close up look of those long, lovely and muscular gams.

It made me wonder whether "Fury" ever got her pool open.  Don't they have swim clubs in the Great White North, or are they prohibited because they attract Polar Bears?

Nest Crashers

Here at the UCTMW World HQ Mistress and Slave thought the stars were aligned for a laid back and sexy Sunday morning. 

Our daughter had a "house guest" on Friday night. A young male from upstate who attends her University. New boyfriend?  She will neither confirm, nor deny. 

(Are all Co-Eds like that these days?)

In any event he slept downstairs on friday evening. She was in her bed upstairs when I woke up with the dawn. Was there a conjugal visit in the morning? Or after we went to bed? Who knows.

On Saturday night they were staying at a hotel adjoining a local theme park. Should we presume that sleeping arrangements were not in separate beds? 

I guess it's none of our business.

So when Slave got home around 6:30 pm Saturday from visiting my mother in the hospital, the prospects were for an empty nest at least until Sunday afternoon. Before dinner there was some "rest" time, and then Slave rose to the occasion and had his way with Mistress (with permission of course!)

It was fortunate that Slave acted on impulse last night, because at around 2 am I got a call from my son in law.  A trip to the emergency room was in his cards, and he wanted to drop off my two cute grandsons for an unscheduled sleep over. 

They were quite co-operative when they arrived, and giggled as I off loaded about 2 dozen pillows and stuffed animals from C0-Ed #2's bed. They concurred when I asked "what is it with girls and pillows?"  Then they slid under the sheets and  quickly nodded off.  They are snoozing away as I type.

I'm now wondering when 5 and 7 year old's wake up. Not sure they want to be exposed to the scene of their step-granny tied to the bed, with an hitachi churning between her thighs.

Maybe later?

"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?