Mellow Mistress and a Report from our WC

Our SW hideaway is not too far from the Colorado border. So you can understand why there is a certain degree of commercial interaction with the state that our Western Correspondent calls home.  He has reported here on the new products introduced since his state legalized the sale of marijuana for recreational purposes. Rest assured that folks in these parts have been known to drive north just to sample these new wares and bring some home to share with their friends.

At a Sunday evening birthday party for a friend out here turning 60,  Mistress "experimented" with one of those new fangled marijuana "edibles", a lemon drop you put beneath your tongue and suck until it dissolves. She was still feeling the effects most of yesterday.

"I think I'm still high, Slave" she mumbled on our way to a long bike trek Monday morning.  Then she lay back  in her seat for the 30 minute drive, enjoying the view and not saying much else.

But at least Slave can report that the sweet, spiked concoction did not do much to squelch her sexual appetite. She seemed particularly receptive to our wake-up sex yesterday morning, despite her "dazed and confused" demeanor.

And yesterday, once she had purged most of the mellowing agents from her lush body after a bracing 16 mile bike ride, and absorbed some of the sun's recharging rays out on our patio, she was up for some rather vigorous cock riding. 

So I would say that while the edible induced high was certainly longer lasting that a more traditional "delivery system",  it left no permanent impairment.

Speaking of Colorado, another thing they have going on is a large scale swinger's club that our Western Correspondent has frequented from time to time, only out of journalistic diligence, of course.   Here is his latest report: 

Here is my swingers club take

That place is huge in the swingers community nationwide 

But as it is the only swingers club I have been too except Hedonism II

I just take their word for it

But it is a very classy property

That place gets about a 1000 peeps a night on weekends

Maybe one of the biggest  gates in the city on weekends

At a $100 buck a couple or single they are taking maybe 50k per night

Nice place

Most peeps are there to just check out the scene

B and I have met the owner a couple of times at the bar and talked with him

Nice guy

Lots of lookers and lots of peeps looking to show off

Lots of lesbian action

Lots of gals up on all fours

Getting fucked

Lots of gals on leashes naked

Lots of guys and gals watching

Lot of guys eating pussy

And a lot of guy's watching!!!!!!

So my take is

What sort of swinger just watches as Mick asked

Most of them!!!!!!

But we have been there in Sunday during the day a couple of times

Both times there was this one lady their naked

While her husband sat observing

I went into the foam with her and she was very friendly

As she was with other men all afternoon

Oh well post this if you want

But use the giving me shit line too!!!!!!

WC

Somehow I can't imagine the WC just watching, even when he is there to cover a "story". 

Cage Free?

You can imagine why Slave might have been subliminally drawn to this carton of eggs the other day at our local organic grocery store. Mistress has been pretty lenient on her Slave's cage time of late, and we didn't even pack one for our trip out west.
As a general rule the cage seems to be limited to those days when Mistress has a "date" with a lover (or prospect) and the extra control gives her  a bit of a thrill.

But yesterday, as we took the hike down into the Rio Grande canyon  for some "beach time", Mistress disclosed that D, who has become a student of the blog, has raised the prospect of more cage time for Slave.

'I think he likes the idea of you in the cage, Slave....that maybe he wants to be in charge of that...."

"Hmmmm..... that's an interesting development, Mistress....."

"Not only that, but he was even talking about a chastity device for me too....."

Yikes.

"And how did you react to that, Mistress?"

"It's kind of hot, Slave.....don't you think?"

Who would I be to disagree when Mistress thinks something is hot?

Down on the river bank, where we found a couple of older gents lounging in the pools of warm spring water in the buff, we found a little patch of beach to spread out our towels. Mistress opted for some top less sunbathing, but kept her bottoms on, which seemed appropriate later when some families arrived, kids in tow.  It was a holiday weekend, and not surprising that the springs were a popular destination for the tourists in the area.

As we soaked in the sun and read from our kindles it was hard for Slave not to go back to the subject of Mistress in chastity, with D in charge of the key.

"So what did you tell when he brought up the concept of a chastity device for you, Mistress?

"Hmmmm.... I said it would have to be something you couldn't see through form fitting clothes."

Always, practical, isn't she?

"And I wondered how Id shower in it, Slave, or shave the folds....."

"I guess that would be one way for him to get that fur grown back, wouldn't it, Mistress?"

Mistress just giggled. She's grown fond of the clean shaven look, and, of course, so have I. No hairs getting caught in my teeth is a definite perk for a guy who spends some much time in worship mode.

But as I glanced down at Mistress's delectable tush,  in her tie-dye two piece suit bottoms, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Mistress was wearing some sort of chastity gear underneath, at D's direction.

That's when I rolled over onto my stomach. No need to put a show on for the kids.

Double Header

It was a very busy day here for a Saturday at the UCTMW SW Hideaway.

Of course, there was Slave's morning worship, followed by Mistress indulgently allowing me to fuck her.

Then a particularly bracing bike ride - covering lots of up hill and maybe 12 miles through our dramatic countryside. Taking the hill on our 2nd day was a bit of a stretch, but then that which does not kill you makes you stronger, right.  I took a photo of Mistress in her New Mexico biking jersey after the long climb - her body glowing as the sun reflected off the damp sheen then enveloped her ---- a photo that we will get to later.

Then there was a trip to our quaint farmer's market at the town square. It's harvest time here in the Rio Grande valley, and there were amazing tomatoes, chilis and other veggies to be had. Plus Mistress found some gluten free scones and bread.

It was as I walked back to my car that I spotted this bull whip, adorning a skull on the wall of a leather goods shop. It made me grateful that Mistress hasn't developed a fancy for whips, and had left my own hide unblemished in recent months.

But I spoke too soon.

We spent the rest of the afternoon back at our hideaway, Mistress sunning herself, Slave doing some work I had put off a bit too long, and then I broke to watch my alma mater start it's season on our tiny TV.

We had plans for the evening that started rather early. Those plans would likely cramp our typical late afternoon trysting, so Mistress made clear that she was expecting some attention from her Slave when halftime came around. Of course, with my team comfortably ahead at the half, Slave was  happy to provide my personal services. I kicked  off the 2nd half of our double header with my head buried between Mistress's powerful thighs, and tasting all those mingled flavors of the day's exertions, her musky arousal, and just a hint of the Coppertone I had been commanded to apply earlier in the day.

But when my "job" was done, after Mistress came a time or two in response to my ministrations, I was surprised by her next direction.

"You were a little surly earlier about our evening plans Slave....go get the riding crop."

Well, I promise I tried, rooting through our closet, my cock at semi-attention, apparently thinking I was going to get a quick chance to fuck before the 2nd half kick-off. Sadly, our closet was a bit of a mess, and my initial search was for naught.  Mistress was certainly disappointed, but nevertheless allowed me to climb on board and finish off the 2nd half of our doubleheader, with a warning that there would be a raincheck on the thrashing I so richly deserved.

(The good / bad news is that I was able to find the crop, after further searching later in the afternoon - just in time for switch day?)

Our 2nd double header involved music venues.

We joined some friends (the ones I was grousing about) for a house concert by one of those Texas singer songwriters. (Susan Gibson ). It was a rather staid event, on a local's patio, listening to un-amplified crooning as the sun set over the big mountain.

Then we were onto a more raucous venue where a local lady with a funky haircut - the same lady who is the postal clerk at our tiny rural post office - did her best to embody the 2nd coming of Aretha Franklin. Here's a link (Mina Tank) if you're interested.

Throughout both of these events, Mistress was not too surreptitiously using her I-phone to send text messages, and I had a feeling I knew her discrete correspondent for the evening.

Sure enough,  when we finally had a private moment, Mistress  confirmed that she was texting with  her suitor D.

"He was sexting me all night, Slave..... describing things he'd like to do to me...."

"Like what, Mistress?"

"He must have seen that photo of me you posted earlier on facebook.... he said he wanted to drag down my biking shorts and bury his head there, just like Mick does....."

"Of course he does, Mistress....."

"He also says he likes a little fur down there.... I told him I like the clean shaven look."

Well that could be an interesting conversation as it evolves...

I'd go on, but Mistress just paged her Slave.... I suppose we are going to have to discuss who will be the croper and who will be the cropee today.

Answering a Few Questions

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