Date Night for Mistress

Mistress and Slave made it back to River City late Sunday evening, barely.  The flights back to town worked relatively well - our arrival was only an hour later than "scheduled" , which is not all that bad when you live in a town reliant on those tiny wind-up planes that American or Delta now allows to fly here.

The scary part was the taxi driver who spoke a language that I could not determine, and seemed to be more familiar with the streets of Kabul than River City. Luckily, he did seem to understand "right" and "left" (if accompanied by a hand gesture), and we finally were able to navigate him to the foot of our driveway.

At home we discovered that our cute graduate was already asleep (with her boyfriend) explaining why she wasn't "available" to pick her parents up on their triumphant return to town. At least she hadn't changed the locks and gotten a restraining order!

By early Monday morning we were already back to the grind. Mistress had one of those ridiculously early Monday morning meetings, that macho guys schedule simply to prove they can actually get their employees and consultants to get up ridiculously early on a Monday morning. Which meant there was no wake-up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ.  I guess long streaks were meant to be broken so you can start a new one.

After her meeting, Mistress did stop at her favorite nail salon, primping for her re-union with her lover Jay tonight. The color is something new for her. What do you think?

When I see Mistress with a new "nail job", I feel a little inadequate. Some submissive guys have developed the skills to serve their Mistresses in this way, like Terri over at "A Married Sissy" and Tammy did when "All Mine" was one of our favorite reads. This pampered house salve is a little lacking in the fine motor skills area, so has never been trained to perform this personal service for Mistress. Is there a training regime or program out there that anyone can recommend?

But getting back to Mistress and her plans tonight - I know she would like me to wear the cage today, but I may get a dispensation if the weather is good enough to ride my bike to work today. I could use the exercise, plus there is some over-hyped baseball game in town tonight that has our downtown all tied up in traffic knots. Zooming in an out of traffic on my bike would be a nice option.

The silly part is that Mistress had to manufacture an alibi to explain her absence to our lovely daughter who does not have a "need to know" about her sainted Mother's extracurricular activities.  While we have been trained to look the other way when her boyfriend sleeps in the bed just down the hall from us, it's another thing to say "Mommy has a date with her lover tonight, and might not be home until morning."

Instead it's "Mommy has a business meeting out of town, and won't come back until tomorrow."


Hopefully she won't be here if Mommy comes home in the morning wearing the same outfit that she left the house in today.



As for me, I'd better get back upstairs to make sure I get my own shot at some action with Mistress while I have the chance.

Negligent Slave

We are most reluctantly heading back to River City today, after one last bike ride around our idyllic neighborhood. Fortunately, the weather cooperated these last two days.  Friday we took a long hike down a rocky trail into the Rio Grande gorge, and picniced on the banks of the swollen, rushing river.

Saturday turned out to be gloriously sunny most of the day, giving Mistress a few more hours to enjoy here au natural privileges on our patio. You can bet she took full advantage. But after reading one of Terri's entry's this week over at "A Married Sissy", I realized I had fallen down on the job while tending to my field slave duties.  Terri and his wife Diane were also on vacation last week, and when Diane realized Terri had been ogling a woman enjoying the sun by the pool along with them, she required Terri to display his fealty in a very public way by running seemingly unnecessary errands and meticulously applying sun screen while the other woman watched. It seemed that Diana had clued this other woman into Terri's status as her sissy / slave.

My failure was not offering to apply sunscreen early and often to Mistress, to potentially embarrassing consequences, which I learned about yesterday afternoon.

"My folds are peeling, Slave."

"Oh no, Mistress, is it painful?"

"No. But a little messy. I bet Jay will notice. "

That's right. Mistress is planning a sleep-0ver with her lover Jay this week, once we return.

At least she has something to look forward to back in rainy, crowded and way too busy River City.

Winding Down Our Holiday

A week here at our SW hideaway seems to fly by in a blur of sex, sun and exercise, along with some household and maintenance chores for slave. I'm getting better at smearing stucco smoothly onto our abobe walls.  But I suspect my skills at pleasing Mistress with my tongue remains superior to my stucco smearing abilities. I guess that reenforces my brand as a pampered house slave.

One feature about our summer holidays here on the edge of the mountains is that we get in lots of biking. There are some cruel hills, and at this high altitude, it keeps us in pretty robust shape.  Here is Mistress surveying the landscape after a long hill climb.

Of course, all that exercise keeps both of us fit for other endeavors too.  Without the need to stifle our sexual exertions because of a cute daughter nearby, we've been able to "cut loose" a little more on this trip.  Mistress has been keeping her cock riding skills tuned up, even without her more athletic lover Jay to keep her on her toes (or haunches).

Speaking of Jay, we have arranged a sort of "double date" for Mistress's birthday a week from tonight, once we are back home. Mistress chatted briefly with Jay yesterday by text and he confirmed he will be happy to join us for a birthday dinner for Mistress. She does seem to enjoy the attention of two men for an evening out - both her husband and her lover.

"What's not to like about that, Slave?"

Cuckold National Anthem

Here at the UCTMW SW annex we've been enjoying some unusually damp weather. Yes, we've been able to go on our daily bike rides. And there has still been plenty of time to work on that tan, but the unexpected moisture and a few cloudy mornings have provided an incentive to stay in bed a little longer in the morning.

And you know what that means..... even more time to engage in our wake-up sex rituals. Slave caught this photo of Mistress awaiting her slave's return to bed, and avid, skilled tongue.

And when the skies fill with dramatic thunderheads in late afternoon, its a good excuse to take shelter in our bed for some late afternoon napping and nookie.

Monday night we did leave the shelter of our old adobe home in order to take in some local musicians paying homage to the old blues legend Muddy Waters. Of course all those old Delta Blues ditties seem to focus on sex... usually the narrator has been done wrong, or maybe wants his lady to "rock him all night long...." But one old tune I had heard long before.... recorded by the Rolling Stones on one of their first albums ....revealed a theme I had not considered back in the late 1960's when the notion of "cuckolding" was not on my innocent "I Want to Hold Your Hand" radar screen. Check out the lyrics, particularly that last line:



Well I'm a king bee  Buzzing around your hive  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Buzzing around your hive  Yeah I can make honey baby  Let me come inside  Well I'm a king bee  Want you to be my queen  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Want you to be my queen  Together we can make honey  The world has never seen  Well, buzz a while...  Sting it then...  Well I'm a king bee  Can buzz all night long  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Can buzz all night long  Yeah I can buzz better baby  When your man is gone ...

Of course, now Mistress and Slave get a naughty thrill when there's a king bee or two "buzzing around her hive". Last night over dinner, Mistress mentioned she has plans to spend a night with her lover Jay, who's son is out of town. We talked through various alibis she can use to explain her absence to our recent graduate, who will be populating the hive on our return.

I'm sure we'll come up with something. And at least it gives Mistress something to look forward to upon our return to River City!