Mistress "Hooks Up" with Her Mountain Man

Mistress and slave had a chance last night to listen to a local legend who, when not blasting potential avalanches as part of  the local ski patrol, leads expeditions up the highest peaks around the world.  His slide show takes his fans on a world tour from the Antarctic, to Denali in Alaska, to Tanzania and Mt. Kilimanjaro and, of course, Nepal and Everest. We got to hear his first hand account of getting his team off the mid-mountain camp at Everest last April amidst those horrific earthquakes.

Of course, I've teased Mistress in the past about her obvious "crush" on her MM.  We've seen him from time to time on our ski mountain and they've become facebook fans. But this week slave got in some trouble with Mistress when I jokingly mentioned to some friends, in anticipation of his annual slideshow/lecture,  that Mistress "had permission" when it came to MM. (I didn't mention that Mistress has permission, via our contract, with any guy she fancies.)

"Slave, don't act like I'm some sort of stalker....", Mistress admonished.

"Yes, Mistress.... I stand corrected. Henceforth I shall refrain from any public comments about your apparent lust for MM."

"You know sometimes you can admire someone and not have some covert sexual motivation, slave..."

I stood corrected.

We both were enthralled by MM's slide show and humorous lecture. And afterwards, after he invited folks to come up with any questions, Mistress moved over to talk to him as I diverted a few friends who wanted to talk to Mistress.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed MM give Mistress a big hug of greeting, and saw them engaging in an engrossing conversation for several minutes.

When Mistress returned to me, floating a few inches above the hard concrete floor of the brew pub where MM made his presentation, she seemed very pleased.

"He remembered me, slave...."

"I could see that, and the big hug he gave you...."

"He hugged me again, when we said goodbye, slave."

So two hugs.

"I'm not surprised that he remembers you Mistress.  You are very memorable. "

Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to test whether those hugs produced any evidence of something more than dispassionate admiration for her MM.

Hunkered Down in the High Desert

Mistress and slave are safely ensconced in our SW hideaway here in the high desert. The sun is blazing, and even the ski slopes yesterday were pretty warm. It allowed Mistress to engage in some sunning yesterday afternoon on our patio, where large swaths of snow still remain from the big dumps of snow earlier this month, despite this week's warm sunshine.

But our travels were not without incident.  We had one of those pre-dawn flights out of River City, which found us scrambling in a dark house to feed the cats, load the car and get rolling.  The result was almost tragic: Mistress missed a step at the top of the stairs, while carrying her purse and backpack. Slave was already downstairs and heard the crash, turning to see Mistress flying face forward down the carpeted stairs, coming to rest at the very bottom. It was like watching Pete Rose fly head first into home plate, but on a significant incline. A call to 911 and a trip to the ER with broken bones or worse to deal with flew through my mind.

Fortunately, Mistress is one tough and well conditioned "cookie". She did have what amounted to a rug burn below her right eye that was bloody and swelling. But her limbs were in tact. Amazingly, she dusted herself off, fed the cats and we were on our way.

It did make me realize I was a poor slave. I should have carried Mistress's bags down the stairs for her.  Surely a punishment is due.

By the time we arrived here before sunset on Tuesday afternoon, Mistress accident and our long travel day had her pretty exhausted, with a "sore all over" body.  Amazingly, she even passed on some relaxing worship.  This was probably the first day in a very long time that Mistress was denied even a single cum!

But not to worry, Mistress and slave were back in action by Wednesday morning. And after a day on the slopes and a restful nap, she accepted my offer of worship yesterday evening before dinner.

She's my Wonder Woman!

Q and A

Mistress and slave are traveling today. We change planes on our journey west here in ATL and are awaiting the next flight.  This allows just enough time for us to respond to a couple of questions received here over the weekend.

Q. (From Diane at " Married Sissy") "still can't believe you haven't spent the night in that thing."

A. Well I guess that's not really a question, is it? In any event, Diane, I have spent a night or two "in that thing" at an earlier stage in my on again off again experience in Chastity.  It was pretty danged painful when Mistress's work-a-day cock decided to stretch out on it's own while I was attempting to sleep. Ouch.  It's particularly painful where that hard steel ring surrounds my tender balls.  Once she discovered the extent of my misery, Mistress has been pretty merciful.  Lucky slave.

Q. (from Donna, our Senior Correspondent): Are there any chances the charms of your Mistress are hereditary and your relocated loved one and her boyfriend are having similar thoughts....?"

A. Well I guess that is a question, at least.  Donna wonders whether our recent grad and her boyfriend are dabbling in kink.  I guess that's one of those areas where a dad "doesn't want to go".  Altho they have certainly spent the night together across the hall from us this past summer, I prefer to think that they have a chaste relationship.  Yeah right!  But I can certainly say that we have heard nothing and seen nothing to suggest that they dabble in any F/m or M/f  or anything kinky at all. In fact they seem to "swing" to the vanilla side of life. Maybe this is a generation skipping hereditary trait?  But I have learned long ago that one can never comfortably speculate about other folks' relationships.  I suppose that applies to our kids as well.

Looking forward to getting back into a blogging (and sex) groove once we settle into our SW hideaway this afternoon.

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.