Just When You Least Expect It....

As reported yesterday, Mistress was on the verge of giving up her quest for a new "side-dish", at least through the holidays. The pickings were slim on AM this time around, and the comic relief was no longer worth the hassle.

But there was one final candidate. We had been trading emails with him for a few weeks. He was single and moving to town for a new job; and Mistress (or her corresponding secretary) provided some helpful tips on what neighborhoods to look at for his new home. Our trip to Europe and his own travels had delayed an initial meeting.

Mistress is averse to phone calls or texting until that first meeting. Her theory is that unless you find that initial spark when you meet someone, all that furtive texting or chatting via phone can be a waste of time.

So last night was to be their first real one on one communication. The plan was to meet at a neighborhood bar / restaurant for a drink. And Mistress was skeptical based on several prior meet ups of this type. As she primped for her "date", she grumbled a tad.

"I think I'd rather be taking a nap with you, slave....."

But she's the type to keep her commitments, and so she soldiered on into the night. Slave took a solo bike ride with plans to tackle some chores around the house.

After an hour I hadn't heard from her, so assumed that at least John had shown up and they had found one another. After about 90 minutes, I was wondering what my Mistress was up to.  She turned up at the door not long after that.

"So?"

"I actually liked him, slave....He's kind of hot".

She gushed a bit, describing him as a well educated business guy with an engineering background, who had lived in Chicago and LA in the past. Unlike his demographic archetype, he hadn't even voted for the pussy grabbing white supremacist. And he must have a sense of humor, one of the unstated requirements for any meaningful relationship with Mistress.  She handed me an "application"  he had typed up and provided that channeled some of the criteria listed on Mistress's AM profile:

APPLICATION

POSITION: MOLLY's SIDE DISH

APPlCANT: John ....;

QUALIFICATIONS:

EDUCATED: MBA

CHARMING: TBD

FIT: Somewhat

SINGLE: X

AVAILABLE: VERY

ABLE TO LAVISH WITH ATTENTION: XXXXX

TALL HEIGHT: 6'3'

HIGH SEX DRIVE: XXXXXXX

AGE BETWEEN 40-60:  X

More Information: Recently moved to River City, lots of time on my hands to focus on an interesting, fun woman. Goal is to achieve many pleasurable, fun experiences. Respectful, yet assertive and confident, very willing to take charge, No little blue pill required.

"So how did you leave it Mistress?"

"He wants to see me tomorrow night, slave...."

He clearly did, based on the text storm that transpired before and after dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ. Mistress showed her slave a few of the more provocative comments he made in his effort to woo her into a return engagement this evening.

Mistress and slave did discuss where this next rendezvous might occur.

"I'd rather have him come here, slave...."

"I can find something else to do and make myself scarce, Mistress...."

"No, that's not fair....."

"He might be a little creeped out with the cuckolded hubbie hanging around, at least at first...."

She took my point, and seemed inclined to meet him at his apartment, with a decision to be made today. Of course,  she confirmed his legitimacy on social media and google first. His back story checked out. But that first private meeting with a prospect can also be a little anxiety inducing.

"I asked him if he was a serial murderer, slave....."

"And what did he say?"

"Not lately...."

By the end of the evening, the anticipation of engaging with a new lover, stoked by some smutty text messages describing how he would prefer Mistress to unveil her charms for him,  had gotten Mistress a little "on edge".

"Maybe you should put that book down and worship, slave....."

Of course, her wish was my command. And slave was a little on edge himself.  As I dipped into her clean shaven folds with my well trained tongue, I noticed that the pump was already primed....

"You're pretty wet down here Mistress.... could it be that your encounter and communications tonight have gotten you aroused?"

"That's quite possible, slave....now get to work...."

She didn't have to tell me twice.

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.