It was one of those rare "abstinence days" here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, at least for Slave.
Mistress had one of those "way-too-early" Monday morning meetings which made our traditional wake-up sex session impractical. Then, after a morning of work, we had to rent a truck, drive to our daughter's charming little campus town, and load up the detritus of a her senior year.
Where do frat boy boyfriends disappear to when it come time to move all that crap out of their girlfriend's off-campus apartment?
Supposedly he had to move his own stuff. Or maybe it was a final round of beer pong?
In any event, by the time we did all that loading and unloading, and returned the truck, then took the kids out to dinner at a local Southwest joint to celebrate "Margarita Monday", we were too burned out for conventional sex.
Of course, Mistress did get some bed time worship to tide her over.
"That was nice, Slave....."
And tasty, I might ad.
But today things are definitely looking up for Mistress.
As we drove north in our rent-a-truck, Mistress was on the phone confirming her date today with her lover, Jay.
"Will 12:30 to 2:30 work, dear?", she asked in that cute little voice she adopts when on the phone with her lover.
It seems that it will. Although it was left unclear who would be picking up lunch. Then again, after nearly two weeks without cuckold sex, maybe their appetites will be for something other than cheese and crackers.
Of course, Jay knew I was listening in as they made their plans.
"Jay says 'hi', Slave....."
"Hi, Jay....."
So at least Mistress will get a chance to vocalize during sex this afternoon, with Jay's house in the burbs acting as a temporary refuge.
Hopefully, Slave will get a chance for some satisfying, if "under the radar" sex, this morning before I head to work.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Under Cover Sex
Our routine involves turning on some I-pod or radio noise to provide some cover for our wake-up sex, and trying our best to quietly do what comes natural once Slave descends to the playground of Mistress's clean shaven folds.
It turns Mistress's Executive Suite into the same sort of "private but quiet" space that we enjoy when Mistress stops into my office for some midday worship. Indeed, she did exactly that late last week - popping on for a little "stress relief" after one of those long tedious civic lunches she was sucked into attending by a client. She was wearing some of those kinkyesque shoes that her mother, the Dowager Domme prefers. And now that tights season is over, her tan and fit legs were au natural, making short work of the process of baring her sexy bits for the ministrations of her slave's avid tongue. But once again, with my office mates just on the other side of the door, poor Mistress had to squelch the sounds of passion.
It may be a while before Mistress gets to "vocalize", or at least until she can arrange a little side action with Jay at his house.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Empty Nest RIP
It's happened, dear readers.
The UCTMW is no longer the empty nest sanctuary, where Mistress and Slave can let loose with their uninhibited sexual stylings, or where Mistress can entertain her occasional side dishes.
Our youngest cute Co-Ed pulled into the driveway whining about her long journey from the east coast at around 7 pm last night, launching a few weeks of furtive couplings until we can slink off to our Southwest hideaway for the 4th of July.
Even worse, our older cute Co-Ed graduates from college on Saturday, whence she will be returning home for the next phase of her life. Hopefully it will be a relatively brief re-staging period before she finds her own place to launch out on her own.
Maybe it was just a coincidence that my work inbox was visted by an email from "urban daddy" (not sure what that is) that featured a new lodging service inspired by AirBnB: It's called KinkBnB. The notion is folks renting rooms, dungeons, "kennels", apartments of cottages all tricked out for kinksters.
Here is a KinkBnB Slide Show featuring images of some of these accommodations. Including a nicely accessorized bed.
And of course, in case there is a cuckold allowed to observe, your room can be "cage optional":
(I hope they have some padding for the floor of that cage. It could be pretty ouchy for an old slave's knees).
This made me realize that Mistress and Slave might have some options for a little extra income out at our SW hideaway, or even her at our ancient lodgings in River City once the nest is disinfested again.
Out West it would be easy to trick out the place with some kink friendly accoutrements. There are plenty of pillars on our patio, and beams inside to which a slave might be readily lashed. And with the Penitente HQ down the street, the neighbors , who are pretty far away in any event, would hardly blink if some sort of decorative cross popped up on the grounds.
Of course, the older Hispanic lady who acts as our "caretaker" when we are away might need some additional coaching if she will be expected to act as hostess for kinksters renting our spread by the night or long sexy weekend when we are out of town.
I wonder how she'd look in a leather catsuit? And would we tell guests to call her "Mistress Julie"?
The UCTMW is no longer the empty nest sanctuary, where Mistress and Slave can let loose with their uninhibited sexual stylings, or where Mistress can entertain her occasional side dishes.
Our youngest cute Co-Ed pulled into the driveway whining about her long journey from the east coast at around 7 pm last night, launching a few weeks of furtive couplings until we can slink off to our Southwest hideaway for the 4th of July.
Even worse, our older cute Co-Ed graduates from college on Saturday, whence she will be returning home for the next phase of her life. Hopefully it will be a relatively brief re-staging period before she finds her own place to launch out on her own.
Maybe it was just a coincidence that my work inbox was visted by an email from "urban daddy" (not sure what that is) that featured a new lodging service inspired by AirBnB: It's called KinkBnB. The notion is folks renting rooms, dungeons, "kennels", apartments of cottages all tricked out for kinksters.
Here is a KinkBnB Slide Show featuring images of some of these accommodations. Including a nicely accessorized bed.
This made me realize that Mistress and Slave might have some options for a little extra income out at our SW hideaway, or even her at our ancient lodgings in River City once the nest is disinfested again.
Out West it would be easy to trick out the place with some kink friendly accoutrements. There are plenty of pillars on our patio, and beams inside to which a slave might be readily lashed. And with the Penitente HQ down the street, the neighbors , who are pretty far away in any event, would hardly blink if some sort of decorative cross popped up on the grounds.
Of course, the older Hispanic lady who acts as our "caretaker" when we are away might need some additional coaching if she will be expected to act as hostess for kinksters renting our spread by the night or long sexy weekend when we are out of town.
I wonder how she'd look in a leather catsuit? And would we tell guests to call her "Mistress Julie"?
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Media in Praise of Slave's "Dad Bod" Paunch
Our readers will be happy to hear that Mistress and her devoted slave enjoyed a robust "switch day" on Sunday morning. Mistress found herself bound to our bed, her hands lovingly captured by our red leather cuffs, and stretched overhead.
Lying on her tummy, she could only "protest" as our brand new and shiny Hitachi was deployed betwixt her thighs. (Terri- in response to your question - it's the same old model with a glossier finish - only two speeds, and Mistress prefers the slower speed). It did not take long for her to beg for permission to cum, and slave, as usual, was very indulgent. Once the power tool was discarded, and Mistress calmed down a bit, I tossed on a bonus cum with my fingers before "taking my reward".
It was the sort of Sunday morning that may be hard to replicate in the weeks to come, as our girls re-infest their nest. Hopefully that will be only for a few months, or we may have to call Orkin!
But the real subject of today's blog is an article that popped up in the Washington Post yesterday, (I have a Dad Bod. Here's Why Women Love It) reporting that the latest internet mime is recognition that babes actually prefer the "dad bod" to the more traditional six pack ab, chiseled look that the advertisers have stereo-typed. The author attributes this change to women (at least in the developed world) discarding some of the evolutionary preferences for the more "macho" defenders of their tidy and secure cave:
Primordial women needed brutes who could slaughter wild beasts for food and stiff-arm competing tribes that wanted to kill their offspring. More recently, our great-grandmothers needed partners who could toil in factories, plow fields and protect the home from intruders.
But today, more people are working in offices instead of farms and factories. And women themselves are working — often more efficiently than their male colleagues. That independence means they can pay people to move their furniture and protect their homes, or do it themselves. A lot has been written about this deconstruction of gender roles and “the end of men.” But the truth is, women do still need men — they just don’t need the macho ones.
Instead, many women are looking for guys who have good careers, love kids, and offer a soft tummy to lay on after a long day of working harder than us — all things that dad bods promise. Tight torsos and thick biceps are too busy at the gym to own businesses and keep the kitchen clean. To put it another way, a dad bod isn’t attractive because of what it looks like, but because what it says.
And what is that, you ask?
A dad bod says I have a job, responsibilities and enough money to nod approvingly when someone says “guacamole is extra.”
A dad bod owns a suit, makes car payments on a fuel-efficient vehicle and applies tasteful amounts of cologne before heading out the door. Send him a YouTube compilation of puppies doing cute stuff and afterward he’ll happily discuss which cute stuff was his favorite cute stuff.
Make love to a dad bod and afterward a dad bod will make waffles for your belly.
Well, Slave doesn't make waffles.
Mistress has that whole "gluten-free" thing going on.
But I can whip up a nice risotto or gnocchi after a hard day at the office. And while I'm not completely gone to seed - I do ride that bike to work whenever I can - I have some generous padding for Mistress to lounge against when we watch "Mad Men" or "Homeland" on our comfy couch.
I might add that Jay, despite his talents as a golfer and a more athletic lover, has a "Dad Bod" too. SO I think Mistress clearly is in the thick of it when it comes to this new trend.
The one thing this guy is missing though: What about the women who prefer their Dad Bod's to wear a cock cage when they're out for the night with their lover?
Lying on her tummy, she could only "protest" as our brand new and shiny Hitachi was deployed betwixt her thighs. (Terri- in response to your question - it's the same old model with a glossier finish - only two speeds, and Mistress prefers the slower speed). It did not take long for her to beg for permission to cum, and slave, as usual, was very indulgent. Once the power tool was discarded, and Mistress calmed down a bit, I tossed on a bonus cum with my fingers before "taking my reward".
It was the sort of Sunday morning that may be hard to replicate in the weeks to come, as our girls re-infest their nest. Hopefully that will be only for a few months, or we may have to call Orkin!
But the real subject of today's blog is an article that popped up in the Washington Post yesterday, (I have a Dad Bod. Here's Why Women Love It) reporting that the latest internet mime is recognition that babes actually prefer the "dad bod" to the more traditional six pack ab, chiseled look that the advertisers have stereo-typed. The author attributes this change to women (at least in the developed world) discarding some of the evolutionary preferences for the more "macho" defenders of their tidy and secure cave:
Primordial women needed brutes who could slaughter wild beasts for food and stiff-arm competing tribes that wanted to kill their offspring. More recently, our great-grandmothers needed partners who could toil in factories, plow fields and protect the home from intruders.
But today, more people are working in offices instead of farms and factories. And women themselves are working — often more efficiently than their male colleagues. That independence means they can pay people to move their furniture and protect their homes, or do it themselves. A lot has been written about this deconstruction of gender roles and “the end of men.” But the truth is, women do still need men — they just don’t need the macho ones.
Instead, many women are looking for guys who have good careers, love kids, and offer a soft tummy to lay on after a long day of working harder than us — all things that dad bods promise. Tight torsos and thick biceps are too busy at the gym to own businesses and keep the kitchen clean. To put it another way, a dad bod isn’t attractive because of what it looks like, but because what it says.
And what is that, you ask?
A dad bod says I have a job, responsibilities and enough money to nod approvingly when someone says “guacamole is extra.”
A dad bod owns a suit, makes car payments on a fuel-efficient vehicle and applies tasteful amounts of cologne before heading out the door. Send him a YouTube compilation of puppies doing cute stuff and afterward he’ll happily discuss which cute stuff was his favorite cute stuff.
Make love to a dad bod and afterward a dad bod will make waffles for your belly.
Well, Slave doesn't make waffles.
Mistress has that whole "gluten-free" thing going on.
But I can whip up a nice risotto or gnocchi after a hard day at the office. And while I'm not completely gone to seed - I do ride that bike to work whenever I can - I have some generous padding for Mistress to lounge against when we watch "Mad Men" or "Homeland" on our comfy couch.
I might add that Jay, despite his talents as a golfer and a more athletic lover, has a "Dad Bod" too. SO I think Mistress clearly is in the thick of it when it comes to this new trend.
The one thing this guy is missing though: What about the women who prefer their Dad Bod's to wear a cock cage when they're out for the night with their lover?
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