Outland(er)ish

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are getting a little tired of the fully infested nest.  First, being quiet during sex is not the way we typically like to roll. Sure, the occasional secret and stifled coupling has a bit of hot  that can be fun.

But the daily need to stifle? 

Not so much fun.

Fortunately, the next week should be the last of this "hellish nightmare" of self-restraint , too much laundry and constant whining about the larder not being sufficiently stocked, at least for a while. We drive cute Co-Ed #2 to her flight to Europe for the semester on Wednesday. Then the other one goes to her closer to home campus a week from tomorrow.

So there is light at the end of the tunnel. And it's even possible we will miss them after a few weeks of solitude!

As a result,  Slave must resort to other amusements to keep the blog stocked with soft core kink. There has been the UCTMW Tumbr site to update, requiring me to cruise various femdom tumblers. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it!  So check out the Tumblr blog, linked in our blog roll from time to time. It allows me to recycle some old photos of Mistress you may recall from these pages.  Like this one:

Love the color co-ordination, don't you?

I often get up earlier than Mistress, giving me an excuse to keep up with the latest video offerings.  Yesterday "Fury" posted about the new "Outlander" TV series, touted at a "Feminist 50 Shades of Grey", which piqued my curiosity and my constant search for blog fodder.  So I watched the first episode, posted on the Starz Web site.  There actually were a few hot scenes, that perked up the rather lengthy and tedious narrative set up for this time travel / action adventure / bodice ripper involving a WWII nurse who leaves her hot marital bed to pop into  the Scottish / British Civil War of the 18th Century.  Above is  one scene that precedes her disappearance from the 1940's.

In particular there was a scene set in a cobwebby Scot castle where the 1940's era nurse spreads her stockinged legs for her twitish hubby, and pushes him to his knees for the obvious purpose. Here's a bit of a link Outlander. I'm not so sure that the Nurse will have as much luck Domme-ing the guys in kilts she encounters in the 18th Century, but good luck to her!

I may have to re-watch this show with Mistress once the kids leave,  and they stop hogging all the bandwidth on our overtaxed internet service. If so, I am sure I will annoy her with my running commentary as she drools over the Scott lad who becomes the Nurse's sexual boy toy in the late 1700's. Apparently this is not just a problem here at the UCTMW World HQ, but  national phenomenon, as shown by this blog about annoying things husbands saying while the wife is trying to watch Outlander: Things My Husband Says During Outlander.

Let's hope that Slave will soon have something more to blog about than Chick-lit converted to soapy soft core TV series!

Mistress Had Only One Regret....

After her brief sabbatical from our overly infested nest yesterday at lunch time, Mistress seemed in a very positive state of mind.

"He got us lunch, and then there was some rather intense and aggressive fucking, Slave...."

And all polished off in time for her to make her 2:30 pm afternoon meeting. It's nice to run your own business and not have a boss keeping track of your schedule.

"If only I could have had you locked away in your cage while I was off fucking him, Slave."

As it turns out I had picked yesterday to commute to work on my bike, so the girls could access my car. Mistress was very considerate in contemplating the consequences on her work-a-day cock if I had a smash up on my bike.

"It could be pretty ugly, Slave....."

"I don't want to think about it, Mistress."

As it turned out the bike ride was uneventful -- only taking about 10 more minutes than dealing with traffic in my car - and her work-a-day cock was not at risk.

Ironically, it turned out J's cock was the one in danger.

"I actually bit it Slave....."

"Oops.  How did that happen, Mistress?"

"Well it was in my mouth and he said something funny,  and when I laughed I must have involuntarily nipped him...."

"Poor J, but I hear they can do wonders with severed cocks if you get to the emergency room quickly.  I hoped he packed it in ice...."

Mistress giggled.

"It wasn't that bad.... no blood.... just a nip, Slave....."

"Glad to hear that Mistress.... you'd be stuck with just one for a while otherwise."

As it turned out Slave was not in too much risk of straying yesterday, despite the absence of my cage.  Downtown was filled with all sorts of "Pure Romance" ladies - the purveyors of sex toys at Tupperware style parties from all those little towns  out in the heartland. They convene here each summer for their annual convention. They were all over town tonight, clogging sidewalks in their hot pink get ups. I missed their big party on the square at lunchtime though.  Wish I had seen their giant walking Vagina mascot, but picked this picture up off of twitter.

It was much nicer to be back home, a bit sweaty after my uphill ride out of downtown, and accept the invitation to worship Mistress well used folds.

"Can you taste anything different, Slave...."

Of course she was referring to the remnants of her afternoon distraction with J. And, yes. I could.

Mistress Makes A Break for It.

Here at the overly populated UCTMW World HQ we are "enjoying" about 10 days in the company of both of our two cute Co-Eds. This joyful experience includes the pleasant discovery of dirty dishes in the sink at the end of the work day, and demands for extra I-phone chargers just are we are settling in for a "Masters of Sex" episode.

And let's not forget about the stomping and crashing and moving of boxes on the other side of our thin bedroom wall long past our normal bedtimes.

Of course, it's also nice to spend time with the little cuties, and hear about their summer exploits and plans for the upcoming school year. And at least I know I won't be seeing any taxi or limo charges pop up on my overburdened Visa card, because cute Co-Ed #2 is monopolizing my car.

The major problem is the need to stifle our sexual activities. This morning Mistress woke me at about 5:30 am to make sure we got it in before the stomping started again. And we tried to suppress our more expressive impulses during the act. Of course, Slave was grateful, despite the absence of caffeine coursing through my aging veins.

I will note that Mistress has wangled an opportunity to breakout of these overly restrictive mating conditions.

Yesterday morning the mentioned some texts she'd been getting from her lover, J.

"He says he's missing me, Slave..... he wants me back in his bed."


"Who could blame him, Mistress. He's had to go cold turkey since his son got back on Friday."


Then yesterday afternoon, Mistress updated meon the progress of her discussions with J.

"I have a break in my schedule tomorrow after 11 and before 2:30, Slave. So J has persuaded me to come by for 'lunch'....."

"Clever man..... and I can't blame you Mistress.... no reason why we both can't enjoy some full throated pleasure this week."

"I knew you'd understand, Slave."

I hope J doesn't mind that Slave got first dibs this morning.

Switch Day In River City

It had been a while since Slave had exercised his full Sunday "switch" privileges. The nest has been semi-full these last few weeks of summer. And since Mistress has been light on the cage and the crop of late, why provoke her right?  Maybe Mistress's frolics with her lover J also made her Slave a little more submissive too? In any event, I'd been a slacker.

But with our other Co-Ed heading homeward for 10 days, I figured that I'd better go for it yesterday morning, or "hold my piece" for a few more Sundays.

I think Mistress was a little surprised when I pulled out the read cuffs and their little pad locks.  Once she was spreadeagled on the bed, with those long beach towel strips used to bind her ankles, I teased her with some tickling of those lovely feet. It was fun to watch her squirm, tugging at her bonds and squealing with frustrated delight when I failed to relent on her command. 

But soon I switched to a more erotic approach, deploying her favorite power tool on her clean shaven folds. She fought off the urge to cum as long as a good little slut could, but ultimately surrendered to the impulse, but politely asked her "master for a morning" for permission to cum.  Who was I to deny her?

And once she had that initial and explosive cum, I would have been crazy not to take advantage of the delightfully molten folds spread out before me.