HNT: Headed West

Mistress and Slave are jetting out of River City this afternoon for some Labor Day R & R at our SW hideaway. And I am somewhat relieved to have a break from my corresponding secretary duties with her AM profile shut down for now. AM uses travel to create the impression that a hot chick like Molly is just about everywhere, filling her in box with requests to see her "private showcase", and entreaties to hook up on the way through town.  Clearly the supply vs. demand ratio is way overmatched on AM. In the last few weeks Mistress has been offered flights to the west coast, and even a trip to Luxembourg with a guy she only met for dinner.

"I can't imagine flying to Europe with a person you've never even spent the night with Mistress. What if he has some really annoying grooming habits - like clipping his toe nails in bed?"

"Exactly, Slave..... way too soon for that sort of thing...."

We are looking forward to dinner with D, who seems to be at the top of Mistress's list for further investigation.  He even messaged me on Facebook yesterday. I told him not to be too intimidated by Molly because "she puts her panties on one leg at a time...."  But I can imagine the heady effect of a first encounter with Mistress. After all, it happened to me too, way back in the days of Mike Dukakis!

We are looking forward to our time away, in the last days of summer. Nights will likely be cool. We will get to draw down that large stock of pinon we put in last year this time for some roaring fires in the Keva fireplaces.  But during the day, I suspect Slave will get more than an eyeful of Mistress soaking up the sun, just like this:

If you all beg Mistress politely, she might allow me to share some of those images!

More On Mistress's New Suitor

Last night, in bed, Mistress updated me on the latest developments.

"We traded a few texts, Slave.... I think he liked being in the blog."

"Glad, he was amused, Mistress...."

"And he seems to be interested in meeting you."

"I look forward to it... it's always fun to be able to talk to a blog fan, someone who knows all the dirty little secrets we don't share with all of our vanilla friends....but here's the real question.... does he want to fuck you, Mistress?"

"He seems to, Slave."

"And do you want to fuck him?"

"Hmmmm...... I think I do, Slave . . .  does that bother you?"

"Who am I to object...."

"Exactly,  Slave.... exactly."

Mystery Man Surfaces

UCTMW went "off line" for a few hours yesterday, which I will explain shortly.  But first a little update on our busy Sunday.

After wake-up sex and a bike ride, we actually spent a day to ourselves, without family or work duties to pull us away. We spent a few hours sorting through the detritus off loaded from our storage unit last Sunday. Lots of lovely family photos we have no room to display. Plus a trove of Mistress's adolescent poetry. Maybe we should post them here as bog-fodder?  I also found my grandfather's WW I helmet, and a flat autographed football from an ND fullback long past his prime. I mean, are there fullbacks any more?

Our evening was spent at an outdoor concert by a favorite local band with a bit of a national reputation. Here's a video. Slave must confess he thinks the lead singer is hot. There was an eclectic Portlandia style crowd, on a steamy summer evening, and a picnic dinner for Mistress and Slave to share on our blanket up close to the music.

 I needed to pick something up from my office, so after the concert, sun setting, we stopped by my perch looking over the City. I think I surprised Mistress when I offered to worship, but she's not one to say "no" when it comes to intimate attention to those clean shaven folds. She pulled up her short sun dress, wriggled out of her black panties, and allowed Slave to savor  the mingled sweet and salty essence of Mistress's arousal after a long evening in the sun..... yum.

I think Mistress enjoyed my attention almost as much as I did serving her. Plus she didn't even have to take her sandals off.

Yesterday's  blog security issue arose when one of Mistress's AM suitors used some rather persistent investigative skills to suss out both this blog, and then Mistress's "secret identity". This is a fellow who came knocking on her AM inbox last week while Slave was on the left coast. His interest in playing the Dom role got me to exercise my prerogative as Mistress's corresponding secretary to get some details, and then provide Mistress's email address for direct communications.  But this clever fellow - we will call him D - was resourceful enough to discover the blog, and piece together the mystery of Molly's "real life" name.  And he insisted on protecting his own identity until they met. This was outside Mistress's typical AM protocol, but the fellow seemed interesting and amusing enough to make her take the risk.

Mistress agreed to meet him in public at a nearby coffee joint, but she did have some trepidation, particularly when he let it drop that he knew her real name .  Was this guy someone we knew? Maybe someone she had interviewed and rejected under a different name? Would he be the type who would blow our cover? Or was he just as paranoid as us?

His shabby spelling, despite his claim to be a health care professional, had us wondering if the WC was pulling Mistress's leg.

I suppose we could have taken the sort of precautions that Michael Corleone used in the Godfather, strapping a pistol in the toilet tank  before the big "meet", just in case Mistress needed to resort to extraordinary measures.

"Wait a minute while I powder my nose, D."

Then - ka-boom. Mistress drops the pistol on the floor, strolls out the door, and hides out in Italy for a couple of years before things "cool off" in River City.

But that's not really the way we roll here at UCTMW.

It's only a sex blog, right?

But as it turned out, D and Mistress seemed to hit it off pretty well. She texted me that things were OK, and that the cavalry did not need to be called. D had done his homework and turned out to be a big blog fan, with lots of questions about Mistress's  past adventures.

"He really laughed at the guy from your alma mater who had the same cock that you do, Slave...I had forgotten about that one...."

Now that is an obscure piece of UCTMW trivia.

D is about 10 years younger than Mistress. And tall.

"Sounds like the cougar thing may be back, Slave...."

He even brought Mistress a gift, showing an eye for a color she prefers. What do you think?

And they were trading text messages last night before bedtime, allowing us to shut down the AM profile which had been their only means of communications.

All in all, D seemed to make a nice first impression.

"He wants to meet you too Mick."

I look forward to it.

Plans are for a dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ when we get back from our trip later this week to our SW hideaway.

Reunited

It did feel so good. Back in our empty nest with the lovely Mistress. Allowed to worship at the junction of her well toned and muscular thighs. Then rewarded with the opportunity to take my pleasure after having provided a sufficient starter cum of suitable dimensions.

And of course some bracing wake-up sex friday morning before heading back to the office.

Last evening we enjoyed some jazz at a local park, Mistress drawing some stares of desire from some of the guys in the crowd, which her Slave always finds entertaining. There were even some surreptitious text messages to her from one of her recent AM suitors to entertain her between sets.

Today will be a little more scheduled though. I will be entertaining my two cute grandkids for a while. Then dinner with my cranky mother in honor of her birthday.

And there are some big plastic tubs of "stuff" to unload, all the detritus we had parked in a storage unit when we put the former UCTMW World HQ on the market last spring. Slave wonders if Mistress may need to recruit additional Slaves to muscle it all up two flights into our overstuffed attic.  Hopefully we can cull it all down into something more manageable?

And of course a good deal of that attic contents are the things left behind by daughters who can't seem to let go. Maybe they should take the questionnaire summarized below:

At least we're not storing their children.