Mistress and Slave have schlepped to the local airport and are waiting at our gate for flights south, then west to our SW hideaway. It's the perfect remedy for the gloom that has settled over River City for the last several weeks. We're counting on some sunshine and snow and a few early turns as the local ski hill opens for the season.
Yesterday Mistress was a very courteous hostess for a lunch gathering at our home for some of my clients. But afterwards, she had mischief on her mind: a pre-getaway appointment for some high energy sexual hijinks with her lover, J.
"He's got to pick his son up at school around 4:30, slave, so I'll be home after that."
Sure enough, Mistress was home when I returned from work, and gave me a brief summary of her late afternoon.
"It was 2 hours of crazy sex, slave....."
"So what did you do, Mistress?"
"Oh the usual, Slave.... me on the side of the bed, legs up. Me riding his cock. Him on top. The full gamut of usual stuff."
Mistress even allowed her slave to worship, hiking down her black tights to give Slave a taste of all those flavors and juices.
What more can a slave ask.... charming hostess one minute, then wanton slut/Mistress the next.
I've got it all.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Monday, December 1, 2014
UCTMW Chief IT Officer Called Into Action
The nest was finally emptied late Sunday afternoon, after a busy but pleasant Thanksgiving weekend. Mistress and Slave had to put a lid their sexual antics over the four day weekend, using music on our bedroom radio, and vocal self-restraint to not disturb our cute Co-Ed with haunting images of their parents actually having sex.
She slept in late in Sunday, so hopefully did not hear the buzz emitting from beneath our comforter of a certain power tool, as Mistress bucked and moaned to two very compelling cums before Slave was permitted to take his own pleasure from her clean shaven folds.
It was not until after our daughter headed back to campus on Sunday afternoon that Mistress noticed some problems that called for the services of the UCTMW Chief IT Officer. Both technical conundrums arose from the obsession that Apple has to enslave us all to their technology by making all of our devices interact, so that the information collected on or received by one will be regurgitated onto all the others, without the stupid consumer ever asking.
Examples:
"Slave, I downloaded that new operating system onto my desk top computer, and now my text messages are showing up on the screen. That's not good......"
No, that's not good at all. Our daughters sometimes use that computer, on a table in our living room. The last thing they may want to see is a text from a certain "Mistress" enquiring about her "Slave's" cock cage.... or commenting on the hotness of his morning worship.
And I often use that computer too.
"What about texts with J, Slave..... a Mistress is entitled to some privacy when exchanging lascivious messages....."
No, it wouldn't be good for our daughters her Slave to observe those types of salty exchanges between the loving mother/wife and her lover, or any of her "backburner" suitors, for that matter.
As Slave was fiddling with the preferences and settings on her computer to solve the problem, Mistress noticed a new and unanticpated problem on the screen of our TV, where we were planning to watch a Netflix movie. To facilitate TV viewing of streaming video services we had bought one of those Apple TV devices. It's a clever little device that allows our larger screened TV to project what we had previously watched via computer screen.
But the good people at Apple had elected to use as a "screen saver" when no content is screening a selection of photos from my "photo-stream". You know, the photos I take on my I-phone from time to time, which I might post on facebook, twitter, or......oops....... this blog."
"We've got another IT problem here, Slave. I keep seeing photos of my naked ass and other body parts. And there's one of you in your cock cage....."
I immediately thought how that would look to our daughters, or maybe my sister who will be visiting over the holidays.
Obviously, I had another assignment in my "Chief IT Officer" role.
It took me a while, but I did stumble onto the way to deactivate Mistress's "messages" feed on her table top computer. And while we watched some TV last night, I used commercial breaks to delete those smutty images from my "photo stream" hopefully that will work too.... as long as I remember to keep on deleting everytime I snap a naughty image of Mistress for your amusement.
A Chief IT Officers duties never end.
She slept in late in Sunday, so hopefully did not hear the buzz emitting from beneath our comforter of a certain power tool, as Mistress bucked and moaned to two very compelling cums before Slave was permitted to take his own pleasure from her clean shaven folds.
It was not until after our daughter headed back to campus on Sunday afternoon that Mistress noticed some problems that called for the services of the UCTMW Chief IT Officer. Both technical conundrums arose from the obsession that Apple has to enslave us all to their technology by making all of our devices interact, so that the information collected on or received by one will be regurgitated onto all the others, without the stupid consumer ever asking.
Examples:
"Slave, I downloaded that new operating system onto my desk top computer, and now my text messages are showing up on the screen. That's not good......"
No, that's not good at all. Our daughters sometimes use that computer, on a table in our living room. The last thing they may want to see is a text from a certain "Mistress" enquiring about her "Slave's" cock cage.... or commenting on the hotness of his morning worship.
And I often use that computer too.
"What about texts with J, Slave..... a Mistress is entitled to some privacy when exchanging lascivious messages....."
No, it wouldn't be good for our daughters her Slave to observe those types of salty exchanges between the loving mother/wife and her lover, or any of her "backburner" suitors, for that matter.
As Slave was fiddling with the preferences and settings on her computer to solve the problem, Mistress noticed a new and unanticpated problem on the screen of our TV, where we were planning to watch a Netflix movie. To facilitate TV viewing of streaming video services we had bought one of those Apple TV devices. It's a clever little device that allows our larger screened TV to project what we had previously watched via computer screen.
But the good people at Apple had elected to use as a "screen saver" when no content is screening a selection of photos from my "photo-stream". You know, the photos I take on my I-phone from time to time, which I might post on facebook, twitter, or......oops....... this blog."
"We've got another IT problem here, Slave. I keep seeing photos of my naked ass and other body parts. And there's one of you in your cock cage....."
I immediately thought how that would look to our daughters, or maybe my sister who will be visiting over the holidays.
Obviously, I had another assignment in my "Chief IT Officer" role.
It took me a while, but I did stumble onto the way to deactivate Mistress's "messages" feed on her table top computer. And while we watched some TV last night, I used commercial breaks to delete those smutty images from my "photo stream" hopefully that will work too.... as long as I remember to keep on deleting everytime I snap a naughty image of Mistress for your amusement.
A Chief IT Officers duties never end.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Big Changes For Our Senior Correspondent
Hi Guys,
There have been some significant changes in my life since I last corresponded with you. My son graduated from medical school, a fabulous physician found a medication that improves my daughter's quality of life as an adult with autism, Bill and I were divorced, and I became submissive to a new Dom.
That's quite a bit, right? While I could regale you with all kinds of wonderful stories about my son, daughter-in law, and daughter, I don't imagine those would be of too much interest to UCTMW readers. Although there is that interesting point that my very sexy DIL, who is just barely five feet tall and works to keep her weight up to 100 pounds, wears gorgeous, black leather boots with six inch heels as she Dommes my 6'4", 195 lb son. It might also be of interest that my daughter, who may be quite autistic but also has a genius level IQ, has know for many years that her father and I are part of the BDSM community, and has always been totally cool with it. So cool, in fact, that one year for my birthday she gave me a gift certificate for a new corset. How great is that?
As far as the divorce goes, Bill and I have been friends since we were kids and will always remain so, however our time as a married couple had come to its natural conclusion. He is in the midst of relocating to another state, and I wish him great adventures, many sexy, sassy women, and a wonderful, happy life.
I am going to continue living here, amidst these beautiful mountains, in my log cabin out in the woods. My daughter lives in an attached apartment, and since we both love the mountains, as well as this cabin, it's the perfect situation for us.
Moving on to the Dom part of the message, I met my new Dom just a couple of months ago. Dom Sam is a fine figure of a man, 6'3", 185 pounds, and in my basic age group. He is a strikingly handsome African American man, with a full head of dark hair that has just a touch of gray at the temples. As a retired Marine, he has a take charge attitude coupled with sharp attention to detail. He has many years of experience in dungeons around the world and is skilled in most areas of BDSM. His go-to tools for a session are whips, floggers, paddles, rope and bondage tape, and he enjoys focusing on overlapping the physical, intellectual, emotional and sexual aspects of BDSM.
Something very important to me about our D/s relationship is that Dom Sam clearly sees me as a sexy, submissive woman who is truly in need of all aspects of BDSM in her life. His goal is to meet those needs, and my goal is to serve him submissively, in whatever way pleases him.
In any case, I was very fortunate to become Dom Sam's submissive, and I look forward to reporting to you on our fabulous firsts, as in first meeting, first flogging, first sexual encounter, and more. But that all needs to wait for another post.
As we begin the holiday season, remember to incorporate kink into each and every day! It will keep a smile on your face, sparkle in your eyes, and a buzz in your britches!
Hugs,
Donna
Senior Correspondent
There have been some significant changes in my life since I last corresponded with you. My son graduated from medical school, a fabulous physician found a medication that improves my daughter's quality of life as an adult with autism, Bill and I were divorced, and I became submissive to a new Dom.
That's quite a bit, right? While I could regale you with all kinds of wonderful stories about my son, daughter-in law, and daughter, I don't imagine those would be of too much interest to UCTMW readers. Although there is that interesting point that my very sexy DIL, who is just barely five feet tall and works to keep her weight up to 100 pounds, wears gorgeous, black leather boots with six inch heels as she Dommes my 6'4", 195 lb son. It might also be of interest that my daughter, who may be quite autistic but also has a genius level IQ, has know for many years that her father and I are part of the BDSM community, and has always been totally cool with it. So cool, in fact, that one year for my birthday she gave me a gift certificate for a new corset. How great is that?
As far as the divorce goes, Bill and I have been friends since we were kids and will always remain so, however our time as a married couple had come to its natural conclusion. He is in the midst of relocating to another state, and I wish him great adventures, many sexy, sassy women, and a wonderful, happy life.
I am going to continue living here, amidst these beautiful mountains, in my log cabin out in the woods. My daughter lives in an attached apartment, and since we both love the mountains, as well as this cabin, it's the perfect situation for us.
Moving on to the Dom part of the message, I met my new Dom just a couple of months ago. Dom Sam is a fine figure of a man, 6'3", 185 pounds, and in my basic age group. He is a strikingly handsome African American man, with a full head of dark hair that has just a touch of gray at the temples. As a retired Marine, he has a take charge attitude coupled with sharp attention to detail. He has many years of experience in dungeons around the world and is skilled in most areas of BDSM. His go-to tools for a session are whips, floggers, paddles, rope and bondage tape, and he enjoys focusing on overlapping the physical, intellectual, emotional and sexual aspects of BDSM.
Something very important to me about our D/s relationship is that Dom Sam clearly sees me as a sexy, submissive woman who is truly in need of all aspects of BDSM in her life. His goal is to meet those needs, and my goal is to serve him submissively, in whatever way pleases him.
In any case, I was very fortunate to become Dom Sam's submissive, and I look forward to reporting to you on our fabulous firsts, as in first meeting, first flogging, first sexual encounter, and more. But that all needs to wait for another post.
As we begin the holiday season, remember to incorporate kink into each and every day! It will keep a smile on your face, sparkle in your eyes, and a buzz in your britches!
Hugs,
Donna
Senior Correspondent
Thanks for the update, Donna. We all will be rooting for you as you take on a new set of challenges, and your new Dom. Please keep us up to date!
Love,
Molly and Mick
Friday, November 28, 2014
Thanksgiving with the Dommes
Festivities did not begin until 5 pm, leaving time for wake-up sex here at home, a bike ride, and an afternoon nap that was preceded by some face between the thighs time (my face, her thighs, of course).
It was the second year in a row that Mistress and Slave craftily dodged the TG dinner hosting duties. What a relief not to engage in all that set up, cleaning and organizing. We did agree to provide the turkeys, which was a snap. We order them in advance from a funky local BBQ joint that specializes in deep fried and smoked turkeys for their holiday customers. You drive by, they pop them in your trunk, all cut up and slathered in BBQ sauce. Delicious, and so convenient. Two turkeys for $50? And so much leftover we could eat turkey for a week if we could handle the post meal comas that always seem to ensue.
In attendance at dinner were Mistress's sister and brother in law. Our cute Co-Ed (the other is "studying" overseas), and Mistress's step sister, her husband and three geeky sons. Although the dinner conversation, dominated by the geeks, veered to the tedious, the food was great, the wine flowed, and we were able to make our excuses and crash at a reasonable hour.
Before dinner I quietly cued Mistress to stand next to her mother, the Dowager Domme, so I could take this photo of the two of them in their black boots and tights, complemented by simple black dresses and some striking jewelry for the holiday. These are not two ladies who would be caught dead in one of those colorful holiday sweaters with an overstuffed turkey woven across the boobs. Indeed, you can see where Mistress got her style cues, and "take charge" disposition. At 75, the Dowager Domme has not lost an iota of her high fashion sensibility.
Obviously, at least one daughter did not fall far from the heel of her Mom's kinky boots.
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