Scraping the Bottom of the Ashley Madison Barrell

We are back in River City, grateful our drive through the (very) Smokies was a day before all hell broke loose. We have gotten back into our daily sexual rhythms, with wake up sex and evening worship.  It's a good life!

But on the cuckolding front, Mistress is about ready to give up on AM as the way to identify a back-up sidedish.  Maybe it was the whole security issue that has limited the choices available.  Or maybe Mistress has just become more discerning (or more cynical?) about the guys who turn to AM in an effort to "find the passion lost" in their marriages, relationships, or life. After all Mistress just wants someone to have a little extracurricular fun with.... she doesn't want to be a therapist.


As her designated corresponding secretary, it's been my job to act as the filter on her AM account. I try to show her only the missives or photo requests that could possibly draw her attention, or at least get a good laugh. That means in excess of 90% of the potential applicants end up "trashed".  The grounds for rejection are multiple and varied: too short (should be at least as tall as me, 5'11"); too large; too old (Mistress already has one mate in his 60's) ; too young (no 20 or 30 somethings); too whiny about his sexless marriage; too far away ( rejected if you come from more than 50 miles away); too likely to be a pussy grabbing white supremacist Trump voter.

After Mistress takes a look at the profiles or photos of the remainder, another 90% of the remainders get rejected.  She is picky, as she should be.  There is one more "date" set up for drinks after work tonight with a single guy recently moved here. After that.... well maybe Mistress's profile goes dark once again, at least through the holidays.

The only downside will be missing the applicants who generate some blog fodder. Like the late 50's guy from KY who recently tried a contrarian approach to get Mistress's attention....the "you're too old for me".  Here is his message:

Good morning!  Although your profile sounds very interesting I am finding that women over 42 years of age cannot keep up with me I'm not saying we could not have a good time Just that usually older women have a little less stamina and  with my conditioning I do have a lot of endurance and stamina if you know what I mean :-)  if you check me out and you're interested let's at least chat your town is a very easy drive for me if you're available in the afternoons ?  Who knows we might become best friends both in and out of the bedroom ! 

To summarize, this guy's come on is "even though I'm older than you, you're probably too old for me"!  You can imagine how that went over with Mistress.  And she didn't revise her opinion when she caught a glimpse of the selfies this scrawny old fart sent with his message.  Here's an example:

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Is that a scar, or a centipede crawling up his "6 pack"?

I guess one thing I will miss if we go dark on AM is the blog fodder it generates!

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CENSORED!

Mistress and slave went into family exile for the holidays, leaving the Dowager Domme, our whiny sisters, and various and sundry other extended family members back in River City for a weekend on the lam in sunny Savannah. The excuse was a visit with our daughter and her boyfriend. But it was certainly liberating to spend a few nights in a very plush historic Inn and avoid the hassle of serving yet another big meal to an unhelpful crowd that has become too accustomed to our hospitality.

Rest assured that there has been lots of R&R time in our upgraded suite, so that slave has delivered Mistress more than a few cums these last few days. And slave has hardly been denied himself!  It turns out that not preparing a meal involving turkey and stuffing may be the ultimate Thanksgiving aphrodisiac! That and some of the local oysters!

The only downside has been the local internet service provider used by our Inn. Can you imagine my shock when I pressed the button to get to our Blog page only to learn that it was blocked as PORNOGRAPHY!

Moi, a pornographer?  Say it isn't so! I think we run a very R rated blog here!  We never cross the line into appealing to purely prurient interests. And I always discretely cover Mistress's clean shaven folds with a delicately placed zebra tail or something equally artsy! Add in the occasional political commentary and we have at least some redeeming social value at UCTMW, don't we?

Fortunately, I was able to retrieve our mobile wifi device from the car in order to connect with our demanding audience to assure you that we have not yet been interned at Guantanamo. Apparently Verizon doesn't have such discerning standards

Unscheduled Abstinence Day

Mistress and slave are passing through the very smokey Smokey Mountains. on a journey to visit our cute daughter and her boyfriend in GA for Thanksgiving.  Anything for an excuse to dodge to tired ritual of the big family dinner with all that cooking, whining, and slackering by  extended family members. So many  love to chow down at our table but always find ways to resist any impulse to pitch in when it comes time to clean up.

 This is a particularly good holiday to dodge the ritual big family feast. No doubt there will be plenty of bickering and finger pointing at Thanksgiving Tables throughout America over the results of the Presidential election here in the US.  Did you support the bigoted blowhard? Did you not embrace with sufficient enthusiasm his entitled, prevaricating and seemingly disengaged opponent? Did you "waste" your vote on one of the more idealistic third party candidates?  The options of blame are endless.

We are  anticipating dining out with two young ones not particularly focused on the political havoc, and visiting a town along the shore that is steeped in history. I mean, can the ascendance of Trumpism rival the mayhem of the Civil War and Grant's March to the Sea?

I guess we will find out soon enough.

In the meantime, lets clean up some missing details following Mistress's sleepover date with Jay on Sunday night.  I left you hanging with Mistress locked away in our bedroom with her lover early Monday morning.

As it turned out, Jay had to leave very early. Once he was gone, Mistress invited me to return to the marital bed.  But there was no nookie to be had.

" After all that hard fucking I'm pretty sore down there, slave.....you'll just have to wait until later."

Fortunately, she was willing to accept some morning worship before I headed for work.  Some soothing attention from a skilled and attentive tongue couldn't hurt, could it?

And the up side for slave, despite stirrings from below the belt that could not be immediately satisfied, was savoring the tangy mingled detritus of Mistress arousal from the night before and what her lover left behind.

Yum.

I went off to work a tad horny, but with the expectation that satisfaction might be on the horizon at the end of the day.  But it was not to be.  I had scheduled dinner with my daughter and cute grandkids, while Mistress did some work and packed for our trip.  When I got home around 8 or so, we adjourned to the bedroom.  But there was no hanky panky beyond some additional palliative worship.

"I'm giving you a rain check slave.....I have to say I am still tender from last night."

"Sounds like Jay had some pent up demand after all those weeks of hiatus, Mistress>"

"Definitely. He did that thing where He fucked me standing up with me at the side of the bed.  I'm surprised you didn't hear us."

Not to self: next time go to bed early and turn off the TV.

But don't feel too sorry for this pampered slave.  By Tuesday morning, Mistress was "good to go". And slave was more than ready to break that long, horrific  48 hour abstinence streak.

Switch Morning and Date Night

Mistress got plenty of "action" Sunday. Consider her "tag teamed" by both her slave and her extracurricular lover, Jay.

WE started with a rare exploitation of slave's "switch day" privileges. Mistress was bound face down on the bed attached with those red leather bondage cuffs locked on with tiny pad locks.

"I can't believe I just let you do this to me, slave....."

Maybe it's because she likes it?

I had been wanting to try out a new implement of "torture" Mistress brought home from her trip to Africa last summer..... a flogger made from zebra tail hairs.  With her in no position to resist, I discovered that what first just tickles evolves into something more complicated....

As I applied the flogger to Mistress ass and thighs she began to squirm and thrash quite attractively.

"Owww.... it's staring to sting, slave...."

I got a rise from her as the tail teased and slapped at those naughty bits between her legs...

"Ouch.....that kind of hurt, slave....."

But this wasn't a punishment. Not at all. I slid Mistress's favorite power tool betwixt her spread thighs as I continued to lash her with the tail, producing some delightful squirming and clenching of those strong yet supple butt muscles of hers.  But pleasure seemed to quickly turn to frustration.

"Oh....I don't think I can cum this way, slave....."

"Poor Mistress..... are we getting frustrated....", I said as I applied a few more strokes to her ass and thighs.  She really was working herself up into a lather of arousal, humping the Hitachi, with relief apparently just beyond her reach.

Of course, slave is merciful, so I ultimately succumbed to her pathetic requests to be flipped over onto her back and given her due.  Once she was reattached to the bed, arms and legs spread, I used the tail on her thighs and oh so swollen clean shaven folds, producing a whole new range of gyrations. But by then I knew I was playing with fire.....Best give Mistress her release before she began plotting to turn the tables when she first had the chance.

Rest assured that once I applied the hitachi as she demanded the results were a rather incendiary sexual meltdown. And Mistress, still bound to the bed, was in no position to prevent her devoted slave from "piling on" and taking my own pleasure from her helpless and very well satisfied body.

But a slave's life is not all ice cream and bon bons.

Now I'm in our daughter's bed, while Mistress and her lover slumber in the "executive suite".  Slave had planned dinner at home last night, but when Jay arrived last night it became clear that after several weeks of separation, he and Mistress were more inclined to a private dinner out, sans slave.  No problem. The fish went into the freezer, we shared a pre-dinner beverage, and then the two were off to to local restaurant.  I was most content to make something for myself after a cold afternoon watching the Pussycats drop another one to a mediocre opponent.

Mistress and her lover returned from dinner at around 9 pm, and quickly adjourned to bed.  There was some catching up to do, and both of them had early morning engagements.  I suppose I could have been nosy, and gone to bed too.  That would have given me a chance to hear their late night machinations.  But instead I lingered downstairs to watch some bad TV.  They deserve their privacy after all.

And I know Mistress will be happy to provide a full after action report once Jay slops off into the dark this morning.