On Board Hijinks?

Here at the UCTMW World HQ I successfully delivered our youngest to the airport yesterday. She's headed off for an "internship" on the Continent. Not a bad deal. My summers as a college student were so much more banal. But at least she's cultivating a refined taste for exotic beers! There has to be a future in that!

I've had only limited contact from Mistress. The Dowager Domme booked their party onto some sort of rustic yet plush boat ride through a chain of South Pacific Islands. They are at sea for a day or two at the time, then disembarking for outings on remote shores in the land where  Marlon Brando found shelter in his declining years.

On Sunday afternoon I got an unexpected email and text message asking if I had been "following the rules".  She said they were on a tiny island where someone living in a small home had a "hot spot" and gave them permission to glom on for a few minutes.

I assured her that I was in full compliance with her  protocol - daily milking plus a cock shot. Though her signal was not strong enough to check her snap chat feed for today's "viewing".

She did have an update on her fellow travelers-

"There is this man, about your age,  from the French Alps. He's here without his wife.  He's been chatting me up at every opportunity.... today I got a small cut on the coral and he was very helpful."

Slave quickly locked onto this image of Mistress sitting on the beach, while this handsome Frenchman (looking like the male lead in South Pacific, maybe?) gently tends to her lush tootsies. 

That could provide fodder for an upcoming "milking" couldn't it?

Of course the logistics could be challenging for this to move beyond some innocent flirtation. Mistress is rooming with her Mother. And our daughter is also on Board. It's a relatively small boat. But I suspect a midnight rendezvous on the poop deck made be manageable.

Slave is anxiously looking forward to updates.

In the meantime, hope you enjoy this flashback photo of Mistress from her "white album" phase.

On Campus Kink

Things are pretty lonely here at the UCTMW World HQ with Mistress on her long journey. Slave keeps waking up, reaching unconsciously for her delicious body, and coming up with one of those too many pillows she has used to cover our bed. (It's a babe thing?)

Pathetic, I know.

I've followed her protocol.

A daily "milking" to keep me "out of trouble". And a cock shot sent via snapchat to keep down on all those cock pics replicating themselves on our Apple photo apps.  We still have images of the WC's special occasion cock popping up from time to time!

When she called yesterday, Mistress seemed pleased with waking up to an image of my "angry" cock longing for the real thing.

"It made me horny, Slave."

I forgot to ask if any of the guys she has encountered have been flirting.  Contemplating Mistress finding a quiet spot below deck from some late night mischief is something to fuel those morning milkings, I suppose.

In her absence I've decided to sort through and post some flash back photos to stimulate all of our imaginations. This is a pic from one of our "Switch Sundays". 

But today's blog focuses on  the recent controversy at Northwestern University,  fueled by an article by NW Prof Laura Kipnis, " Sexual Paranoia Strikes Academe, in which the lady professor takes on the notion that every relationship between a faculty member and a female student necessarily amounts to ab abuse of power, or even rape. 

When I was in college, hooking up with professors was more or less part of the curriculum. Admittedly, I went to an art school, and mine was the lucky generation that came of age in that too-brief interregnum after the sexual revolution and before AIDS turned sex into a crime scene replete with perpetrators and victims—back when sex, even when not so great or when people got their feelings hurt, fell under the category of life experience. It’s not that I didn’t make my share of mistakes, or act stupidly and inchoately, but it was embarrassing, not traumatizing.

As Jane Gallop recalls in Feminist Accused of Sexual Harassment (1997), her own generational cri de coeur, sleeping with professors made her feel cocky, not taken advantage of. She admits to seducing more than one of them as a grad student—she wanted to see them naked, she says, as like other men. Lots of smart, ambitious women were doing the same thing, according to her, because it was a way to experience your own power.

But somehow power seemed a lot less powerful back then. The gulf between students and faculty wasn’t a shark-filled moat; a misstep wasn’t fatal. We partied together, drank and got high together, slept together. The teachers may have been older and more accomplished, but you didn’t feel they could take advantage of you because of it. How would they?

Obviously, times have changed. Professor Kipnis even found herself in her own Title IX Inquisition when female anti-harassment student activists  accused her of "retaliating" against them simply by publishing an article that disagreed with their point of view.

This got Mistress and Slave talking the other night about a story she had shared a long time ago.

"Didn't you have sex with one of your profs in college, Mistress."

"I did Slave...."

We reviewed the details. She was about 19 or 20. It was Sophomore year on her small liberal arts college in the heartland. He was about 33 or so - the same age difference between me and Mistress - married with kids at home.

Their fling was sparked - or accommodated - by late nights in the offices of the student newspaper that Mistress edited. 

"I suppose it began with him looking over my shoulder at one of those old lay-out screens. Rubbing my shoulders...."

Hmmm..... not unlike the scenario of the young Mistress and the older political activist in the campaign headquarters of that short Greek guy running for President in 1988.

"So where did you do it with him, Mistress...."

"Ohh..... the newspaper office. Or his faculty office. It was a small town, and a small campus.  We had to be very careful."

"So did you feel exploited, Mistress?"

She snickered. 

"No Slave.... it was hot. But a little strange when I had classes with him, and I had a few."

"Did you get good grades?"

"I suppose I did.  But no better than the grades I got in other classes."

Sounds Like Mistress would be on the same page as Professor Kipnis. Maybe I'd feel different about my own daughters doing it with their professors, but I suppose Mistress's Mom would not have been amused had she known the messy details. But then who wants to know all the details about our kids personal lives once they pass 18?

As for Slave, I can't say I would have complained if a lady prof had hit on me. Sadly, the only "flirty" behavior I can recall from my academic career involved a Math teaching nun in high school. But it was all smiles and solicitous small talk.  Sister Roberta never offered to show me what was hidden beneath that black habit.

 

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Here at the UCTMW media empire, we've never been particularly worried about all those pesky plagiarism rules. Plus I think the Bard's copyright has lapsed on that gem of a caption. But it does summarize Slave's feelings about Mistress heading off this afternoon for her 17 day journey with the Dowager Domme, her sister and our cute former Co-Ed.

Sadly, I won't even get a chance to drive her to the airport for a proper send off, due to a busy work schedule today.  The upside is that I will be able to say good bye in the privacy of our room this morning, without the Dowager Domme scowling in disapproval at an airport  PDA by her daughter and her worthless hubby.

Fortunately, Mistress was able to stop by yesterday afternoon for one last office worship session. I think she was pleased with my ministrations, as she spread her legs and Slave fell to my knees for proper devotion.

As you can tell from those flashy shoes, Mistress was all dressed up for a business dinner she was required to attend last night with a client.  She even reported a few lustful eyes pointed her way during the evenings proceedings.

"That new City official slave.  He seems a bit of a letch."

"Somehow I'm not surprised.... but then you seem to bring that out in people, Mistress."

Rest assured that Mistress got some additional worship here before bed time last night.

Yesterday, Terri asked about what the chastity protocol will be for Slave while Mistress is on the other side of the planet.  I think he will be shocked -

"Here are the rules slave..... you wear your cage every evening if you go out.  I don't want any temptations.  And to make sure you're not too horny and get out of control, I want you to 'take care of yourself' every day."

"I think I can handle that Mistress."

"And to make sure you are following orders, I want you to text or email me some photographic evidence everyday...."

Yikes.  That's a lot of cock shots that will have a half life of 50 years in the cyber world.  But her wish is my command.

But what about Mistress's needs, you might ask?

Well it could be a challenge. She'll be sharing some rather rustic on board accommodations with her Mother or our daughter on her journey. There won't be much privacy for her to fiddle with her lady parts.

And what about potential sex partners?

"Maybe there will be some hot native cabin boys, Mistress?  Or some single travelers who will be smitten by your charms?"

"I will be on the lookout, Slave.... but how am I going to sneak out of our cabin at night for a late night  tryst on the deck, or in the hold?

The image of Kate Winslet and Leo in that vintage car in the bowels of the Titanic comes to mind, doesn't it?

I have full confidence in her ability to improvise.

And fortunately, there should be  no icebergs where Mistress is heading.

Bon Voyage Sex

Slave was tied up (no, not literally) at a meeting with clients when Mistress emerged from the embrace of her lover yesterday afternoon. So I had to ignore her call and get the full read out of her lunch time rendezvous when I got home from work.

(I know, it was tempting to tell my client that I had to step out for a moment and hear about the hot sex my wife had just had with her lover, but I resisted that temptation.)

We took some time to rest in bed before heading out for our own "date night ", which gave Slave time to taste the heady brew betwixt Mistress's clean shaven folds, and Mistress time to update her Slave on her afternoon dalliance.

"Jay said I was a real sexpot yesterday, Slave."

"Well that's a no brainer, Mistress. Of course you are. But what did you too get up to?"

"Hmmmm..... lot's of cock riding....and him fucking me against the side of the bed.... the usual. He clearly had some pent up demand for me."

"I'm sure he's going to miss you, Mistress."

"I think he will Slave.... and did I mention the oral part....."

"You sucked his cock?  How was that?"

"Nice Slave..... he likes that a lot...."

By now Mistress got a little distracted by my own oral devotions, succumbing to my tongue and lips and descending into her last cum of the day. No doubt it was mellower than her more raucous afternoon action, but then our ever present daughter was next door, forcing us to squelch our sounds of pleasure.

If anything, Mistress's alternative sex venue gives her a chance to "express herself" a little more loudly than our current living arrangements allow.

It turns out that Jay will be going off with some buddies for a golf holiday while Mistress is on her two week "girls only" voyage half way around the world. Slave will be here for another week, and then is heading for a solo trip to our SW hideaway.

So both of Mistress's "love interests" will be on the road a bit while she is away. Otherwise, I suppose we could get together to commiserate.

It could be a long two weeks.