Science Sunday

 

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are enjoying a precursor to our empty nest - cute Co-Ed #1 is in Chicago with her Dowager Domme Grandma, who is probably shopping for more of those kinky shoes. Meanwhile, cute Co-Ed #2 is safely ensconced in her student housing in France, no doubt burning through my credit card limit.

It's given Mistress and Slave some time to have less restrained sex, with our doors open and no need to apologize for spending the

  afternoon in bed. Mistress even had some pancakes yesterday AM with her lover J, but, sadly, there was no time for hanky panky. In the absence of his intervention, Slave was happy  to step into the breach with both wake-up sex and late afternoon fucking, before we headed to a desultory pre-season game of the local Pussycats.

So with that update, let me share with you an article I noticed in Salon over the weekend reviewing a new book on female sexual impulses called "What do Women Want". The thrust of the piece is that women are no less animalistic and base in their sexual cravings than us pathetic guys.  Here is a quick summary:

Bergner, and the leading sex researchers he interviews, argue that women’s sexuality is not the rational, civilized and balancing force it’s so often made out to be — that it is base, animalistic and ravenous, everything we’ve told ourselves about male sexuality. As one researcher tells Bergner of all the restrictions put on female sexuality: “Those barriers are a testament to the power of the drive itself. It’s a pretty incredible testament. Because the drive must be so strong to override all of that.”

“Women’s desire — its inherent range and innate power — is an underestimated and constrained force, even in our times, when all can seem so sexually inundated, so far beyond restriction,” he writes. “Despite the notions our culture continues to imbue, this force is not, for the most part, sparked or sustained by emotional intimacy and safety.” In fact, he argues, “one of our most comforting assumptions, soothing perhaps above all to men but clung to by both sexes, that female eros is much better made for monogamy than the male libido, is scarcely more than a fairy tale.”

Of course, this notion of women acting on baser instincts rather than simply searching for a good provider who can contribute above average sperm to meet her reproductive impulses should be no big surprise to those of us bound up in the sex-blog-o-sphere. Would we have been so engrossed in such blogging heroines as the lost and lamented Suzanne or Sin if they simply wrote about child care tips and finding Mr. Right?  

Here at UCTMW we also are quite familiar with Mistress's appetite for a little more exotic and aggressive sexual action than one humble blogger and his work-a-day cock can provide.  Which gets to a point of the article on whether women are typically satisfied with one lover when others tempt:

Certainly, women are no better suited for monogamy than men are. That, I think, is clear. It seems possible, if you look at some of the data, that women are even less well-suited for monogamy than men. It’s important to distinguish between the sexual level of desire, and what we choose in our relationships for all kinds of reasons. But on a sexual level, women are even less suited to monogamy.

Considering the scientific evidence, it is only natural then for Mistress to crave another cock from time to time. Indeed the article suggests that women are turned on by all sorts of sexual imaginings, whether men / women couplings, women / women couplings or even guy/guy couplings. And what really gets their juices flowings are manifestations of desire for them by others. So it's only natural for Mistress to feed the beast of her desire by the occasional daliance with a fellow who's cock will expand to abnormal proportions at the sight of her lush body, or even the pictures in her "private showcase" over at Ashley Madison.

Why fight science? 

Crowded House

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are hitting the road this morning to drive our cute Co-Ed #2 up to Chicago for a flight to Europe where she will be "studying" for the upcoming semester. Nice work if you can get it. But it does mean that we finally will begin the process of re-emptying the nest, and the endless quantities of dirty dishes, damp towels, and disappearing food and tequila that comes with it.

We hit bottom on Sunday. A group of family members were coming over to celebrate said cute Co-Ed's 21st birthday and her bon voyage. The extra leafs needed for the dining room table were in the attic, which can only be accessed through cute Co-Ed #1's bedroom. Unfortunately, the door to the bedroom was closed, and the boyfriend from upstate was in the house.

As the time for the dinner party approached, I suggested that Mistress text our daughter to give her fair warning that we needed attic access. There is nothing more embarrassing than catching your daughter in some naughty sex act with some frat guy from out of town. That might be even more embarrassing than being caught in some naughty sex act by your daughter with their Mom.

Fortunately, the text message seemed to work. As I entered the bedroom, they were both lounging in bed, seemingly fully attired. Maybe just taking a nap? Hmmmmm......

While Mistress and Slave have been able to enjoy evening worship and morning stifled sex, we've had to forego any kink this last week or so. And Mistress has had few opportunities to frolic with other lovers.  Maybe that will change as we begin the off loading process today.

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.