Slave was trying to avoid working yesterday morning, scanning the Washington Post for distractions, when I noticed the first wave of publicity about the big Ashley Madison hack.
The gist: some oddly puritanical hacker cabal had snuck into the cyber knicker drawers at Ashley Madison and pulled out the files of a few hundred thousand "cheaters" and was threatening to expose them to the world - or at least to their (supposedly) unknowing spouses.
Their "non-negotiable demand" (how 1960's) was that AM must shutdown and stop facilitating infidelity. Here is one of many summaries about a story that ballooned all day yesterday as all those "fidels" out there tut-tutted about the hideous "infidels".Ashley Madison Hack
I set aside the odd notion that hackers have now taken on a fundamentalist streak. Usually they just want to steal your credit card data so they can run up charges on on-line gambling web sites. No, these guys want to hold infidels accountable for their infidelity. Does Jerry Falwell's college now have a hacking major?
Then I acted to make sure that Mistress's "data" was as safe as could be. Her AM profile has been hidden for a long time now. But to be sure, I deleted the profile. I suspect that there was a lot of profile deleting going on at AM yesterday.
At dinner (after our cute daughter excused herself) we discussed this development. Of course, Mistress need not worry about her cover being blown to an unsuspecting spouse. Slave was the one monitoring all the attention she got from so many whackos on AM..... though there was at least one "keeper". recall that Mistress met her lover Jay on AM! He was one of the few single guys cruising for married ladies with some time on their hands!
But Mistress was a little concerned about being "exposed" to family members or clients. After thinking it through we aren't too worried - we never used a credit card, name associated email account, or face shot on the site.
But we did wonder about consequences for a few of the people Mistress encountered over the years. Some were the arrogant types who like to pose as pillars of the community.
Will the local museum director who came onto Mistress be exposed? Or that corporate Exec who wanted to fly her to Europe on his business trip immediately after their first "date"?
I guess this is the downside when technology optimizes "fooling around" for married folks. Or when there Ayatollahs out there learn how to hack.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Mistress's Birthday Celebration
Mistress got a special treat for her birthday: Her slave hosted a birthday dinner at a trendy neighborhood bistro that included both her husband and her lover, Jay.
Jay joined us first for drinks in our living room: Mistress sat next to him on a little love seat while Slave parked on a side chair, as we chatted about developments in the increasingly bizarre 2016 presidential race.
Then we walked up to our local bistro, where, once again, Mistress made sure Jay sat next to her through dinner, against a cozy leather banquette. And while other diners might have just seen two men and a fetching woman spending a Friday evening together, what I could notice was Mistress's hand resting on Jay's thigh - or vice versa - as we sipped bubbly, and ambled through our three course meal.
On the walk home we stopped by a local wine bar for some after dinner sipping.
It's a neighborhood joint where it's not untypical for us to run into friends, or strike up a conversation with some newbies. And the shop owner made matters worse when he took it upon himself to announce that Mistress was celebrating her birthday and we were celebrating our anniversary. That got a younger couple chatting the three of us up ... it turned out they were on their first date, and the guy, a tad geeky, asked what the secret was to staying married for so long.... 22 years in our case.
Here was the tricky part. We didn't know these folks, so the shock effect could be fun..... but then we did know the shop owner, who was lingering nearby.
Slave was tempted to say.... "Allowing a lovely wife to take a lover -- like Jay here -- can keep things fresh and hot!"
Or maybe.... "letting your wife keep your cock locked up when it suits her works!"
But instead, so as to avoid embarrassing Jay and blowing our cover, I simply said "lots of sex...."
Even then, Mr. Geek looked at us like we were a little crazy.
Shortly after that, some old friends walked in. We chatted with them for a while, introducing Jay as "a friend", and sharing some old stories about how the husband in this couple met Mistress back when she was in high school, at a deposition. (No doubt he had some less than purely professional thoughts about his young and nubile witness, with long legs in her hiking shorts).
When we got home, a bit wet from a pop up thunderstorm, there were a few awkward moments. Our daughter was out with a friend. But we didn't know when she would get home. Was there enough time for the two lovebirds to enjoy a "night cap"? Slave excused himself, to give them a little privacy. I even floated the idea of Jay "spending the night" in our other daughter's room.
'With the bedroom doors closed, who would know who was sleeping where?" I postulated.
But I think nervousness over our daughter's impending arrival made both of them a little nervous. In about 45 minutes, Mistress joined me in our bedroom.
"He figured it was better to go home, slave....."
Prudent. But I suspect that they got in a little kissing and groping before Mistress's birthday night ended. And it seems they have plans for a more private get together later this week. In the meantime, Slave will have to rise to the occasion in order to serve Mistress's needs.
Jay joined us first for drinks in our living room: Mistress sat next to him on a little love seat while Slave parked on a side chair, as we chatted about developments in the increasingly bizarre 2016 presidential race.
Then we walked up to our local bistro, where, once again, Mistress made sure Jay sat next to her through dinner, against a cozy leather banquette. And while other diners might have just seen two men and a fetching woman spending a Friday evening together, what I could notice was Mistress's hand resting on Jay's thigh - or vice versa - as we sipped bubbly, and ambled through our three course meal.
On the walk home we stopped by a local wine bar for some after dinner sipping.
It's a neighborhood joint where it's not untypical for us to run into friends, or strike up a conversation with some newbies. And the shop owner made matters worse when he took it upon himself to announce that Mistress was celebrating her birthday and we were celebrating our anniversary. That got a younger couple chatting the three of us up ... it turned out they were on their first date, and the guy, a tad geeky, asked what the secret was to staying married for so long.... 22 years in our case.
Here was the tricky part. We didn't know these folks, so the shock effect could be fun..... but then we did know the shop owner, who was lingering nearby.
Slave was tempted to say.... "Allowing a lovely wife to take a lover -- like Jay here -- can keep things fresh and hot!"
Or maybe.... "letting your wife keep your cock locked up when it suits her works!"
But instead, so as to avoid embarrassing Jay and blowing our cover, I simply said "lots of sex...."
Even then, Mr. Geek looked at us like we were a little crazy.
Shortly after that, some old friends walked in. We chatted with them for a while, introducing Jay as "a friend", and sharing some old stories about how the husband in this couple met Mistress back when she was in high school, at a deposition. (No doubt he had some less than purely professional thoughts about his young and nubile witness, with long legs in her hiking shorts).
When we got home, a bit wet from a pop up thunderstorm, there were a few awkward moments. Our daughter was out with a friend. But we didn't know when she would get home. Was there enough time for the two lovebirds to enjoy a "night cap"? Slave excused himself, to give them a little privacy. I even floated the idea of Jay "spending the night" in our other daughter's room.
'With the bedroom doors closed, who would know who was sleeping where?" I postulated.
But I think nervousness over our daughter's impending arrival made both of them a little nervous. In about 45 minutes, Mistress joined me in our bedroom.
"He figured it was better to go home, slave....."
Prudent. But I suspect that they got in a little kissing and groping before Mistress's birthday night ended. And it seems they have plans for a more private get together later this week. In the meantime, Slave will have to rise to the occasion in order to serve Mistress's needs.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Happy Birthday Mistress!
Mistress celebrates her birthday today (our anniversary too)!
But before we get to her birthday celebration, let's reflect on the last 24 hours here at the UCTMW World HQ.
Slave did get a chance to break my sad 48 hour sexual drought yesterday morning.
Ahhhhhhh!
And late yesterday afternoon, Mistress made one of her rare (these days) appearances at my office for a little worship. It's always nice to have her spread those firm and athletic thighs for me as I kneel and get on task.
Yum.
After that we headed to a reception for a local public administrator who is moving onto a new job on the left coast. We had a chance to say hello to some folks we have both worked with over the years, and of course there were some new folks who have taken the reigns of power in recent months.
One is a public official Mistress had said was ogling her a a recent civic dinner.
"He's doing it again, Slave", Mistress whispered to me as we noshed on some munchies laid out by a local caterer.
"Him again?"
"Yes, he's kind of creepy."
"But at least he has good taste, Mistress. I recall you called me creepy too before we got to know each other better."
Of course that was about 27 years ago, as we were reminded later in the lobby of my office building. As we headed home the guy at the security desk said hello, and, ironically, asked "how long have you two been together?"
Mistress responded that we've been married 22 years. Together for 27. He seemed impressed. And my only comment is that it's gone by way too fast.
So how will we celebrate Mistress's birthday?
We have a dinner planned with Jay, Mistress's lover, which could be a little strange with our recent grad hanging around the house.
"He's coming over around 6 for a glass if wine, slave.... then I figured we would walk to the restaurant for dinner..... but how do we explain that to [our daughter]?"
We agreed to just say that we planned dinner with him, a friend, and it's really not an official "birthday party".
Hopefully, daughter will have some other plans with friends tonight, allowing Mistress and Jay to celebrate her big day in a more "intimate" way before the night is through!
As for me, well wouldn't it be nice to give Mistress some birthday spanks on Sunday -- our switch day? Hopefully our daughter won't be hanging around all day. Mistress's cute bottom certainly is tempting, isn't it?
But before we get to her birthday celebration, let's reflect on the last 24 hours here at the UCTMW World HQ.
Slave did get a chance to break my sad 48 hour sexual drought yesterday morning.
Ahhhhhhh!
And late yesterday afternoon, Mistress made one of her rare (these days) appearances at my office for a little worship. It's always nice to have her spread those firm and athletic thighs for me as I kneel and get on task.
Yum.
After that we headed to a reception for a local public administrator who is moving onto a new job on the left coast. We had a chance to say hello to some folks we have both worked with over the years, and of course there were some new folks who have taken the reigns of power in recent months.
One is a public official Mistress had said was ogling her a a recent civic dinner.
"He's doing it again, Slave", Mistress whispered to me as we noshed on some munchies laid out by a local caterer.
"Him again?"
"Yes, he's kind of creepy."
"But at least he has good taste, Mistress. I recall you called me creepy too before we got to know each other better."
Of course that was about 27 years ago, as we were reminded later in the lobby of my office building. As we headed home the guy at the security desk said hello, and, ironically, asked "how long have you two been together?"
Mistress responded that we've been married 22 years. Together for 27. He seemed impressed. And my only comment is that it's gone by way too fast.
So how will we celebrate Mistress's birthday?
We have a dinner planned with Jay, Mistress's lover, which could be a little strange with our recent grad hanging around the house.
"He's coming over around 6 for a glass if wine, slave.... then I figured we would walk to the restaurant for dinner..... but how do we explain that to [our daughter]?"
We agreed to just say that we planned dinner with him, a friend, and it's really not an official "birthday party".
Hopefully, daughter will have some other plans with friends tonight, allowing Mistress and Jay to celebrate her big day in a more "intimate" way before the night is through!
As for me, well wouldn't it be nice to give Mistress some birthday spanks on Sunday -- our switch day? Hopefully our daughter won't be hanging around all day. Mistress's cute bottom certainly is tempting, isn't it? Thursday, July 16, 2015
Tired Sex Goddess
Mistress seemed pretty tuckered out after her sleep-over with Jay.
I had talked to her briefly at around 7:30 pm. The two of them had stopped by a local grocery store for some provisions, and Mistress waited in the car and called me while Jay was in the store.
Then there was a little "good night, slave" text message at around 10:30 pm, which was apparently placed after round 1. I also got a nice little "good morning, slave" at around 7:30 am, presumably before round X.
But it wasn't until around 10 am, as I was sitting at my desk at work that I heard from her via phone.
"Have you escaped the love nest, Mistress?"
"Funny slave..... but I am tired. Lots of sex, and not much sleep."
Later in the afternoon, I checked in again. It was clear Mistress was fading fast. But she did give me a brief up date on her night away.
"It was pretty epic, Slave....Jay has been texting me and calling me a "sex goddess". But now I need a nap."
We had made plans to meet some friends for dinner at our swim club, so I did not get the chance I enjoy of tasting the remnants of her time away with Jay. Her post nap laps washed away all of that aromatic detritus. But of course there was a chance to gently salve her well used folds when we finally settled into bed last night, and as I salved, she shared a few more details.
"We went at it for about three hours last night, slave.... I think Jay likes to use his tongue on me almost as much as you do.... then there was plenty of cock riding, and him fucking me against the side of the bed....."
"Then again, for another two hours in the morning....all very athletic."
"No wonder you were tired Mistress..... I'm sure Jay missed you after all that time away."
"He did.... he'd like me to spend the night this weekend, but I can't figure out how to do that....."
Of course, Slave has no standing on that subject, but it's a little hard to alibi a Saturday night away with our daughter home.....
We will be having a three way dinner to celebrate Mistress's birthday on Friday night. Let's hope our daughter goes out with some friends, so at least they can have a few special moments together for some birthday romance.
As for me, Slave's now gone nearly 48 hours without his own sexual relief. With a little luck, Mistress's energy will be restored and she'll be ready to indulge me this morning.
I had talked to her briefly at around 7:30 pm. The two of them had stopped by a local grocery store for some provisions, and Mistress waited in the car and called me while Jay was in the store.
Then there was a little "good night, slave" text message at around 10:30 pm, which was apparently placed after round 1. I also got a nice little "good morning, slave" at around 7:30 am, presumably before round X.
But it wasn't until around 10 am, as I was sitting at my desk at work that I heard from her via phone.
"Have you escaped the love nest, Mistress?"
"Funny slave..... but I am tired. Lots of sex, and not much sleep."
Later in the afternoon, I checked in again. It was clear Mistress was fading fast. But she did give me a brief up date on her night away.
"It was pretty epic, Slave....Jay has been texting me and calling me a "sex goddess". But now I need a nap."
We had made plans to meet some friends for dinner at our swim club, so I did not get the chance I enjoy of tasting the remnants of her time away with Jay. Her post nap laps washed away all of that aromatic detritus. But of course there was a chance to gently salve her well used folds when we finally settled into bed last night, and as I salved, she shared a few more details.
"We went at it for about three hours last night, slave.... I think Jay likes to use his tongue on me almost as much as you do.... then there was plenty of cock riding, and him fucking me against the side of the bed....."
"Then again, for another two hours in the morning....all very athletic."
"No wonder you were tired Mistress..... I'm sure Jay missed you after all that time away."
"He did.... he'd like me to spend the night this weekend, but I can't figure out how to do that....."
Of course, Slave has no standing on that subject, but it's a little hard to alibi a Saturday night away with our daughter home.....
We will be having a three way dinner to celebrate Mistress's birthday on Friday night. Let's hope our daughter goes out with some friends, so at least they can have a few special moments together for some birthday romance.
As for me, Slave's now gone nearly 48 hours without his own sexual relief. With a little luck, Mistress's energy will be restored and she'll be ready to indulge me this morning.
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