Our Western Correspondent - Dazed and Confused in Colorado

While we were visiting Amsterdam with the two Dommes in training, it was hard to avoid a stop at one of those ubiquitous “coffee shops”, where the locals dispense marijuana and hashish to (mostly) tourists, like us, who follow the Rick Steves “must do in Amsterdam" bucket list.

Fortunately, we fell upon a neighborhood shop that was pretty laid back, and where the proprietress was  welcoming, spoke good English (as everyone there seems to do) and was happy to ease our way into the experience. She even suggested a low budget 3 Euro joint as a starter. It was probably more embarrassing for our kids to watch their boring parents “toke up” than it was for us to “try out” this experience for the “first time” in  front of them. In any event, it was a pleasant night cap after a fun dinner at a cute little Nether-French restaurant. 

By coincidence, we then got this dispatch from our over paid and underworked Western Correspondent on the experience in his hometown after a year of legal pot:

Mick, Here is my long awaited report on the anniversary of legal pot here in the Mile High State 

It has truly been  a very very cool thing here in Colorado

Law enforcement hates it

No more easy arrests of poor people...

Black people

Young persons 

Homeless

And our Governor has shown no particular support for the law

But by and large nothing has changed for the worse 

No particular increase DUI Pot arrest's    

No increase in traffic accidents

No "crazy potheads killing the peeps"

Actually I have seen no difference at all

Except 

It is so cool to be able to walk in and buy some recreational pot

The REC dispensaries are very well regulated

You must show an ID

Because you must be 21 to buy and out of state peeps can buy less the Colorado residents

Tourism is up

As are tax revenues 

Every tourist I meet wants to know all about it

And where can we buy some!

We have many conventions here in our city

Many of the visiting  conventioneers  want to go the the pots shops first

Presumably to be able  to listen to the boring speeches at the convention.....

Many of the shops are very high end with "fancy stores" marble and such.....

Many peeps are bring their families her for medical treatment

Crime is down

The edibles are great

Cost is coming down 

They even teach cooking schools using pot in Aspen...... with a famous chef

Truth is

It makes a mockery of the 

WAR ON DRUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winston Churchill once said

Americans always get it right

After they have exhausted  every other possible alternative  .......

So true....

So my take is

Although it will take years 

Our national policy of throwing people in jail for wanting to get high

Will end in my lifetime

And our national shame of having the highest incarnation rate is the world will end

We have tried every other alternative ...............

Shame on us

The still sad

But hopeful 

WC

Happy New Year from the UCTMW Media Empire

Mistress and Slave celebrated New Year's in River City last evening, not long after the new year arrived in Paris: in other words we went to bed very early, in our (finally) empty nest, after that long flight back from France.

Our cute Co-Ed (the older one) had surely had enough of shared space with her parents after two weeks on the road. She showered, grabbed that bottle of champagne she bought duty free at CDG, and headed back to her campus to celebrate with folks her own age.

Smart girl.  Of course, our other daughter remained in Paris for another 6 days to complete her "studies". Of course, Her classes apparently ended about 2 weeks ago, but, quite frankly, I'm not asking questions.

That left, Mistress and Slave home alone!

We celebrated by taking a shower together, sharing a little restful nap, and engaging in some nookie without having to squelch the volume for a change.

Mistress seemed to relish riding Slave's cock, and I was able to muster enough energy despite the jet lag and time change, to ring in the new year right, with permission given at almost exactly the time the Eiffel tower started flashing at midnight in Paris. 

Va Va Voom!

We certainly enjoyed our long and lazy European holiday. Riding the metro. Taking the high speed trains. Wallowing in all the goodies from the Patisseries and Bakeries. Walking down all those narrow historic lanes filled with holiday shoppers. And all those tasty meal together.

But this old slave is the type of guy who appreciates getting home to my own bed, and the enhanced privacy that entails.

And while the New Year brings the demand of hunkering back to work for both of us, let's hope we and all of our devoted readers have some kinky adventures in the year to come.

I know Mistress is already plotting when she can get together with her lover Jay for some of that "athletic" sex they enjoy.

It's important for all of us to have something to look forward to in the New Year, isn't it?

NetherKink

Our "grand tour" is coming to an end. And all this togetherness is probably wearing thin, at least for our cute Co-Eds, who probably need as much "alone time" from their parents as we need from them/ But it has been a grand adventure, particularly our few days in Amsterdam, where Mistress and Slave have never been before.

On Monday we toned down the schedule a bit -- sleeping in, touring the Van Gogh Museum, then walking about for some window shopping before our traditional pre-dinner "nap".  the more relaxed pace was conducive to our first "two-a-day" in some time.

In fact, Mistress expressed a little surprise when her slave "accidentally" woke her from that nap a little early to facilitate some early evening nooky!

Our walks through this wonderful town - with all its canals, vistas, cyclists and tall babes  - have been a delight. The only problem is that our youngest daughter - who now fancies herself more European than 'American", likes to walk at a fast pace about 20 feet ahead of us. Apparently that way she can act like she is not burdened by the rubes trailing in her wake.

But that makes it hard for slave to linger and catch a photo for the entertainment of our readers.  I did snatch this shot of a sign touting a local attraction:

This could be inspiration for Nilla to write a story based on some babe who takes a job as a tour guide, and then gets to try out all the cool display items after hours!

And because I was walking so fast trying to catch up with my daughter on the crowded holiday sidewalks, I almost missed this photo gallery. Fortunately, Mistress pointed it out to me:

Not sure why this high end photo gallery on a crowded pedestrian street was showing all this Japanese bondage images, but most passersby were not giving them a 2nd glance. I have a feeling Mistress and Slave will be back here again, without the burden of curious and judgmental daughters!

Dispatch From the North Country

Mistress, Slave and the two dommes in training have continued our European debauch these last few days, stopping overnight in Brussels and now for a few days in Amsterdam before heading home for the new year.

By Christmas morning our ability to have some stealth wake-up sex ended, since our younger daughter was also in residence in that tiny Marais apartment, and her judgmental grunts at us suggested that our gig was up. We did enjoy a lovely Christmas day, though. The sun was out and we poked around the Luxembourg Gardens and grazed in bistros open to accommodate the tourists and Parisians who had grown tired of being cooped up with families for the holidays.

Fortunately, Mistress had booked separate hotel rooms for us in Brussels, allowing us some moments to vocalize our passion, with a little cock riding thrown in for good measure.

Ahhhhhh.

We found Brussels to me muck more open and friendly.... a gregarious party town compared to the more reserved ways of the Parisians. Our youngest introduced us to a bar she had frequented while studying here during her senior year in high school.  It may have been the best bar ever... called Delerium.  I didn't want to think what she might have gotten up to at age 18 there in the wee hours of a Brussels Saturday.  I for one was overtaken by the pleasures of a local Christmas brew.  Don't think it was named after our last President. Apparently Slave was not quite ready for a 12% alcohol content beer.

Ouch.

Our next stop was via the high speed rail to Amsterdam, a place more beautiful and vibrant than we could have imagined. Our youngest insisted on a stroll through the red light district this afternoon. It was an odd juxtaposition:  beautiful old streetscapes, steeples, canals and churches with tarty arely dressed babes standing behind street level windows hawking their "wares".  Apparently, they've discovered a new kink: most were looking bored and texting on their cell phones as the pedestrians strolled by and gaped. Is this a new form of dominance: pay be 100 euros to watch me ignore you while texting. I get that on a daily basis from my daughters, but at least they remain dressed when doing that over dinner or breakfast.

By around 4 pm we were ready for a rest, and again Mistress scored: this time by making sure we have a cute little walk up apartment with separate bedrooms on a different floor from our two cuties.

But there was one hitch: our bedroom has the only shower.

This am we woke early just for some wake-up sex. But just as slave had dipped his head under the sheets to "prime the pump", so to speak, the older daughter was knocking and sliding into the room for her morning shower!

Oops.

Wonder what she figured her dear old dad was up to.

Once the shower was on, I "returned to task", and Mistress got her little wake up cum.

But Slave had to wait until this afternoon's nap time for his own satisfaction.

Fortunately, it was worth the wait.