I could not help but note (with a reminder from the intrusively obsessive "people" at Facebook) that today is our Senior Correspondent's Birthday. While we've not heard so much recently on these pages, she seems as feisty as ever, apparently getting into all sorts of trouble down in the hills of the Carolinas. What other part of the world would put the word "Gamecocks" across the ample chests of their cheerleaders, as I observed on TV only last night.
As an example, Donna sent me some email correspondence that was intended for one person, but was mistakenly sent to our WC. The subject was some on-line shopping she was recently doing on The Stockroom website. The headline on the email was "Did you see that giant black penis?"
I suspect that got the WC's attention, since he is fully committed in his belief that no one has a "gianter" penis that his notorious special occasion cock.
Donna, Molly and Mick send hopes that for your birthday you get the giantist black penis of them all!
Meanwhile, Mistress and Slave have been enjoying a rather laid back weekend here at the UCTMW World HQ. It's not like chilling last weekend at our SW hideaway, but it has also been nice to get into a gentler domestic rhythm now that summer is behind us.
Last night I had the pleasure of enjoying my alma mater beat up on a traditional rival on TV, while sipping a glass of wine and massaging and sucking on Mistress's lovely feet and toes.
It's a shame there's not a section set aside for toe sucking at the stadium. I mean even Jesus was into foot washing, wasn't he?
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Whack-a-Cock
In my role as IT Manager of UCTMW World Enterprises I was recently called into service.
"Slave.... my laptop needs help!"
Mistress has one of those oh so slender Apple laptops. Cute. Comfy to carry. But it's memory capacity is less than robust. Every now and then it rebels under the weight of "too much stuff" (not unlike our attic) and the apps she needs to use refuse to open. It then falls upon her loyal Slave to find things to "trash", just like I did recently in the non virtual world when we "downsized".
Except in this case, instead of old Life magazines and high school logo sweat shirts, I had to pry into Mistress's laptop's nooks and crannies and find apps and files that were old, moldy and no longer needed, then consign them to the trash.
That's when I started finding all those photos of the WC's special occasion cock, in various states of "anger" or repose.
"Hmmmm..... I thought we already got rid of these, Mistress....."
"I swear I went through my I-photos and deleted them .... 4 or 5 of each....."
It seems that cock shots replicate like lemmings once they take up residence on a laptop.
Of course, this went back to the days when Mistress and the WC traded more than pithy snark in the comments section. And to be fair to the WC, I also found stuffed into Mistress's hard drive any number of photos of Mistress's clean shaven folds, with or without hitachi attached, which she must have tossed off in the WC's direction as a sort of kinky reciprocity.
I think those even made Mistress blush a bit when I pointed them out before sliding them into the trash file.
So those of you who think you've diligently purged all the smut from your laptop or PDA, before passing it onto a son, daughter or pal, think again.
Old cock shots don't die. They don't even fade away. They lurk forever in some crevice in your hard drive, ready to spring to life when you least expect it. (Cue the theme music from "Jaws").
The only real remedy may be an industrial strength trash compacter.
Or your nearby river.
Maybe my next career should be X-rated computer cleaner.
I bet I could get one heck of an hourly rate.
"Slave.... my laptop needs help!"
Mistress has one of those oh so slender Apple laptops. Cute. Comfy to carry. But it's memory capacity is less than robust. Every now and then it rebels under the weight of "too much stuff" (not unlike our attic) and the apps she needs to use refuse to open. It then falls upon her loyal Slave to find things to "trash", just like I did recently in the non virtual world when we "downsized".
Except in this case, instead of old Life magazines and high school logo sweat shirts, I had to pry into Mistress's laptop's nooks and crannies and find apps and files that were old, moldy and no longer needed, then consign them to the trash.
That's when I started finding all those photos of the WC's special occasion cock, in various states of "anger" or repose.
"Hmmmm..... I thought we already got rid of these, Mistress....."
"I swear I went through my I-photos and deleted them .... 4 or 5 of each....."
It seems that cock shots replicate like lemmings once they take up residence on a laptop.
Of course, this went back to the days when Mistress and the WC traded more than pithy snark in the comments section. And to be fair to the WC, I also found stuffed into Mistress's hard drive any number of photos of Mistress's clean shaven folds, with or without hitachi attached, which she must have tossed off in the WC's direction as a sort of kinky reciprocity.
I think those even made Mistress blush a bit when I pointed them out before sliding them into the trash file.
So those of you who think you've diligently purged all the smut from your laptop or PDA, before passing it onto a son, daughter or pal, think again.
Old cock shots don't die. They don't even fade away. They lurk forever in some crevice in your hard drive, ready to spring to life when you least expect it. (Cue the theme music from "Jaws").
The only real remedy may be an industrial strength trash compacter.
Or your nearby river.
Maybe my next career should be X-rated computer cleaner.
I bet I could get one heck of an hourly rate.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
SuperSlave?
Mistress and slave are struggling to get back into the tempo of our work lives here in River City after some very glorious time at our SW hideaway.
I suppose we have nothing to complain about: the nest is empty. We are in our downsized UCTMW HQ in a lovely old neighborhood, within a bike ride of my office, and a stroll to movies and restaurants.
No one is threatening to behead us if we don't convert to the religion of their choosing.
But still.....
Mistress did have good news for me last night, after I conducted some post work worship.
"Slave..... there was a story on NPR this evening ... did you hear it?"
"Not sure.... what was it about?"
"About guys your age using viagra or other stuff to have sex....it said more than half of guys in their 60's have to use it.... "
(Here is the link to the NPR story)
"Wow..... I guess I'm lucky...."
"I guess I'm lucky too, Slave.... sounds like you are a veritable super man in the sack...."
That's exactly what an aging Slave likes to hear.
But with that reputation to uphold, I guess I'd better get upstairs and prove my worth....
I suppose we have nothing to complain about: the nest is empty. We are in our downsized UCTMW HQ in a lovely old neighborhood, within a bike ride of my office, and a stroll to movies and restaurants.
No one is threatening to behead us if we don't convert to the religion of their choosing.
But still.....
Mistress did have good news for me last night, after I conducted some post work worship.
"Slave..... there was a story on NPR this evening ... did you hear it?"
"Not sure.... what was it about?"
"About guys your age using viagra or other stuff to have sex....it said more than half of guys in their 60's have to use it.... "
(Here is the link to the NPR story)
"Wow..... I guess I'm lucky...."
"I guess I'm lucky too, Slave.... sounds like you are a veritable super man in the sack...."
That's exactly what an aging Slave likes to hear.
But with that reputation to uphold, I guess I'd better get upstairs and prove my worth....
Monday, September 8, 2014
Back to Basics
Thanks for the reminder, Marc. Sometimes we do get a little distracted. But apparently we aren't the only one. D, Mistress's prospective suitor, was texting me about the River City Pussycats game yesterday. Apparently he can't keep his mind in the gutter either.
So before we head to the airport for the long trip back to the tedium of work and River City, let me get back on theme here/
I can report a couple of things:
First, before we enjoyed our last day here in the sun, slave broke out Mistress's favorite power tool, sliding it between her thighs and enjoying the sights, sounds and sensations as she surged her clean shaven folds against it. I do enjoy frustrating her a bit, withdrawing its business end a bit just as she seems on the edge of release. But I am not all that disciplined about it. When she asked me permission to cum, I was happy to give her the green light. And, after her impressive explosion, Mistress returned the favor, allowing he to thrust inside and take my own pleasure.
Soon Mistress was out on our patio.
"It may be my last sunbathing until next spring, Slave."
"Hard to imagine, Mistress.... but I guess this means summer is now officially over."
I was happy to perform my sunscreen smearing duties. And can confirm that after a week here in the sunny SW, Mistress's tan lines are, at least for now, gone, gone, gone.
Is that better, Marc?
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