Sunday With My Valentine

It was nice to combine the sweet pleasure of reunion sex with the celebratory glory of Valentine's Day sex here on Sunday morning in the UCTMW Executive Suite. Plus throw in the momentous relief of having your empty nest back sex!

Of course, first there was a presentation to Mistress of a little V-Day treat: a cute black and very short nightie that seemed to please her, and complemented her lovely curves. I had time to pick it up on Saturday afternoon at a crowded lingerie store. It looked like this was the busiest naughty undie day of the year, and slave was just one of the crowd looking for something to please their wife, mistress or significant other in a hope that they might "score" for V-Day.

It certainly worked in my house. First, Mistress commanded her slave to plop in "your device", the aneros, which once settled into place assured her of an even harder and more desperate for release cock than she might otherwise have enjoyed.  And after using my well trained tongue to deliver a shuddering starter cum for Mistress, she gave me carte blanche to  take my pleasure. Which was well and robustly taken, without the need to close the door and stifle.

Of course, surrendering our lovely daughter to her boyfriend, and seeing her re-locate 500 miles away in the heart of Dixie has a bittersweet quality. Somehow it seems more permanent than when she drove off to college, only an hour away. We knew we could pop in, or she was likely to come home at the drop of a hat. But, fortunately, never when Mistress was entertaining a "guest".

But then our sense of loss and regret did not prevent us from making tentative plans for now abandoned bedrooms -- still filled with the detritus of adolesence and a whole lot of clothes that seem to have accumulated in the style of their mother and the Dowager Domme.

Slave was contemplating a post retirement office in one room. Mistress was looking at the potential of more closet space.

In a way it was the first day of the rest of our lives. A little sad, true. But liberating as well. Though slave doesn't want to feel too liberated, does he? What would be the point.

Valentine's Day Reunion

 Slave and Mistress were finally re-united last night around 11:30 pm. She flew into the airport up north of here, after completing her sad but inevitable mission of turning our recent grad over to the next phase of her life. It sounds like things went well.  The boyfriend has a new job down in one of those GA towns that General Sherman visited back in the day. Mistress reports that the two lovebirds have a very nice apartment, and that the boyfriend had already furnished it. Sounds much more “civilized” than the apartment I inhabited the year after I graduated from college. And while Mistress had a long two days of travel, she probably needed some reassurance that our no longer so little darling is living in a manner to which she has become accustomed.

As for slave, I was on lockdown from around 7:30 am until about 10 pm on Friday, night, when Mistress gave me the go ahead to find the key and self-release from that hard steel cage.  I was certainly grateful not to have to  see whether I could “sleep through the night” in that infernal device as our friends Terri and Diane over at “A Married Sissy” put it.

Fortunately, the timing of Mistress’s return was just right. We get to celebrate Valentine’s Day in our suddenly (and a little sadly) emptied nest. No big plans here though, other than some wake-up sex, some exercise, and a relaxing dinner at home.  We plan to have a more lavish Valentine’s dinner in a few days, when we return to our romantic SW hideaway starting Tuesday.

I am feeling a little badly for our Senior Correspondent Donna, who will spend V Day on the last day of her 7 day Super Bowl bet induced quarantine from the use of mechanical stimulation.  Last night this report of her sad plight was slid under my E-door:

 While I'm certain that Mick has a very mushy Valentine greeting for you today, please take a moment to think of me, the dildo-less, vibrator-less woman of the mountains.

It has been six long days since my beloved dildos and vibrators were packed away thanks to the bet I lost on the Super bowl fiasco last Sunday evening.  To say I have missed them would be a significant understatement.  To make things even more difficult this week, my Keurig coffee maker died.  No vibrators and only instant coffee, my world has come undone.  Then, to add insult to injury, my friend with benefits was out of town this week. Alas, alas. Woe is me.

WC suggested I use my fingers, just as he uses his fists and fingers along with gallons of lube every day.  But fingers for women just don't offer the same ah, Ah, AH, experience as vibrators, especially a vibrator known as a magic wand.

But tomorrow I cut through the duct tape to release the dildos, the vibrators, and my magic wand.

 Oh, and Mick, I will be submitting the bill for the special shipment of duct tape I had to have delivered to adequately seal my collection of vibrators into a rather large box.

No problem, Donna. But the next time this happens, consider using the duct tape to seal your lady bits away from the temptation of mechanical assistance, rather than the other way around. It might work like this.

I must add that last night, Donna sent a follow up email, wondering if "vegetables" were also quarantined as part of the wager.  I used my discretion to consider the matter, and ruled that since vegetables were "organic" they were not considered to be among the mechanical aids that she had agreed to forego for a week if Cam Newton fizzled and let "The Sheriff" prevail in Super Bowl L. 

I have a feeling that there is a well worn cucumber sitting somewhere near Donna's bed this morning. Or maybe one of those skinny purple eggplants?

Mile High HiJinks

It’s a bittersweet day here in River City.  Mistress is heading south, on a road trip with  our older daughter, who is moving out of town, and in with her college boyfriend. She’s been living with us since graduating last May, and while having extra company has cramped our style a tad, it’s also been nice to have her around. While we’ve been longing for an empty nest, it’s still hard to let go of your daughter, and see her move a few hundred miles away. I have a feeling a few tears will be shed before Mistress flies back here on Saturday evening.

As for slave, I am staying behind. But Mistress has taken security precautions.

“I want you in your cage, slave.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

I’ve already got the tight steel ring on, and look forward to some early wake-up sex before I go into lock down and Mistress and daughter hit the road.  It’s not clear whether I will get a reprieve tonight, or Mistress will let me “self-release” at bed time.

But today’s blog is more about our Western Correspondent’s update from the streets of the mile high city.

.Well yesterday was a big day in Denver

I went down to the party in Civic Center park

Lot of peeps down there!

And vey very cool

Only one arrest and I saw it...

The last two big events downtown in this dust old cow town were 

The DNC in 08

And Barrack's speech a few days before the election in 08

I happen to know that the famous Mick and Molly were at the DNC in 08

With very good credentials by the way

Unfortunately I did not know them then then!

What a magical week that was

And then Barrack came to town  and gave a fantastic speech from the same podium that the Donks were on yesterday

Before that I saw a couple of Broncos parades and an Aves or two

But it was very very cool in downtown Denver yesterday

I had on shorts and a tee shirt

Thats how warm it was!!!!

They say there was were  Millions  people there

Don't know about that 

But there were a lot 

Our rail system was taxed to say the least

Very very cool

Well Donna

Guess your fingers will have to do for a few more days!!!!!!

Sucks for you.... 

But I think that your boys were a little bit cocky!

Wade Philips rocks!!

As fro the pot situation 

I didn't smell much pot

And the cops were cool

Civic center park was the home of the pot movement in Colorado

Every 4/20 was a cloud of smoke here before legalization 

Now you just don't see or smell it

Very very cool

Love you guys

And the great Donna too

Hope teri and Diane get there super Bowl next year 

Peace and out

The happy Broncos fan 

WC 

Thanks WC. Glad you were there to provide a first hand account. I'm a little surprised you could break away from that big barrel of lube for that long.  How about video next time? We appreciate you sharing this photo of you going "undercover" to provide such in d coverage.

And Donna, we feel your pain.  Let us know how your week of non-tool enhanced stimulation has gone.

When It Rains It Pours

Mistress and I were headed out last night to two back-to-back political events when she caught me up on her day.

Of course, there was a business lunch. And some meetings with clients. Typically crazy behavior by her sister. But also some unsolicited and out of the blue overtures.

"Remember Jimmy ________, Slave? "

I had to think back.....

"Oh yeah.... that guy who works at [huge consumer products company].... you met him a while back via Ashley Madison...."

"Right.... he's at [Big Local Bank] now.... a VP..... he sent me a message via Linked In, wanting to know how I was doing and if I wanted to get together for lunch sometime ...."

Jimmy was this much younger Hispanic guy.... very full of himself.... who came on very, very hard.  Mistress ultimately passed. Something about the cute wife and kids on facebook that made her say "not going there".

"How did you respond, Mistress?"

"Haven't gotten back to him yet, slave...."

But it seemed she still had the same discomfort with Jimmy. Amusing, but not her type.

But there's more.

"Do you remember Mark.... the guy I sort of replaced at the agency a few years ago?"

I did remember Mark.  He was close to Mistress's age, maybe a few years older. Tall, and smart. More Mistress's "type", whatever that means. They had some business dinners back in the day, and I did get the impression from Mistress back then hat he was a bit of a flirt.  And that Mistress found him mildly attractive. But nothing ever happened. He was married at the time, and lived out of town.

"He sent me an email, wondering how I'm doing.  He's down in Nashville now. Says he's divorced and wanted to know if I was "happily married". He said he's thought about me a lot over the years and wanted to know if I'd like to 'date' him."

"He asked if you were 'happily married', not 'still married'"?

"That's right, slave....."

"Interesting approach, Mistress....what did you say?"

"I just said I was happily married, and went onto other subjects."

"I suppose you could say 'you are happily married with benefits."

"I suppose I could, slave....but Nashville?.... not sure that would work."

"They do have nice music down there...."

"Oh, slave.... you are a trouble maker, aren't you."

But there's more.  This one via her Slave / Social Secretary.

"Mistress, you know we still have that old Collar Me account."

"Ugh...."

True, most of the folks who contacted us via Collar Me or Fet Life have turned out to be, shall we say, "odd".

"Well, it's still there. I use it to point folks to the blog, but every now and then we attract some interest from someone who seems interest in playing the cuckolder role. A guy who seems to 'get it', and comes from just up the road. He wanted to know how to get on your dance card....He seemed like a viable prospect so I gave him the email address.  Hope you don't mind...."

"Always willing to read an email, slave....."

Why do these sorts of overtures come in threes?