Ice, Ice Baby!

Mistress has oft been referred to as "Smokin' Hot", but sometimes you have to cool off. So it should come as no surprise that after some minor surgery she has been required to ice down those clean shaven folds. Don't you like the way her ice pack matches our sheets? And do you think we can hit up Apple for some product placement revenue?

Fortunately, she did feel up to some worship before bed time last night. Slave eased the ice pack away to reveal some slightly swollen folds, and when my tongue reached out for that first delightful taste my first thought was "twat-cycle"!

I went about my task gingerly, and it took Mistress a little longer than usual to thaw enough to warm to my ministrations.  And, with a little more effort, there was a happy ending!

Of course, she is not quite ready to accept the work-a-day cock just yet.  Hopefully by the weekend, we can get back to a more routine level of sex-capading here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Abstinence Week

Mistress and Slave made it back to River City safely on Sunday evening.  Thankfully we had some hot wake-up sex back in Harry Truman's hometown Sunday morning, because by the time we pulled into the driveway at around 7 pm, Slave could only muster some worship for his beloved Mistress.

Now we are on an unusually long break from our typical conjugal rights because of a medical procedure Mistress had scheduled for Monday afternoon. Nothing serious, mind you. But it will keep us chaste at least through the end of the week.

Which goes to show that even at the UCTMW World HQ there can be a break from the sexual routine.

I'm not exactly sure how we will handle all this pent up demand for several days. Do we go the "distraction" route, and ignore everything with  sexual cues?  Skip the  season premier episode of "Masters of Sex" on Showtime, in favor of the baseball All-Star Game?

Or start posting about when out cleaning person comes, like Fury did yesterday?

At times like these I really miss Suzanne. I know she'd have a helpful suggestion. But then it would inevitably involve a cock cage.

Road Taunt

Confronted with the sudden appearance of 5 horses in our yard yesterday, Mistress and Slave did not have time for our wake-up sex before hitting the road.  We were looking at a long 13 hour drive day before coming to rest in the hometown of Harry Truman, just across the Kansas / Missouri Border.

Mistress must have known that her Slave was a little horny, and yet did not seem reluctant to taunt me as Slave drove and she caught up on her sleep through Kansas. Her splayed leg pose certainly was a distraction. And fortunately, we spent a good chunk of the day on rural two lane highways, so I did not have to worry about her distracting truck drivers as we passed them. But I suppose it was poor form of me to surreptitiously snap this photo with one eye on the road, one hand on the wheel  and one eye on Mistress's clean shaven folds.

Kids, don't do this at home!

On the Road Again

Mistress and Slave rose in the pre-dawn hours this morning to get an early start on our long trek back to River City. Slave, who is always mindful of conserving water in the arid West, stepped out onto our front patio to "take a leak". The setting full moon was breathtaking. But I was surprised to share it with a mini-herd of 5 horses, out enjoying the bounty of our overgrown yard.

We had avoided mowing our property this season, based on reports that prairie dogs don't like high grass, which can make it harder to spot predators. The result was a "fields of gold" look with some green interspersed. It's been a relatively wet spring and early summer, so it's shaggy. And the prairie dogs have clearly steered clear. But I suppose I did not anticipate that a field of overgrown alfalfa and grass might attract larger mammals.

When we drove off into the sun rise, the horses were still there. Hopefully, the owner who must have left his gate open last night will find them sooner or later.

Now we are cruising across the hot and flat environs or Western Kansas. The excitement of the morning eliminated any chance of our traditional wake-up sex. But I suspect once we hit Missouri, Slave will be more than ready to respond if Mistress says "Show Me!".