Golden Showers Go Mainstream?

Since we started writing this blog all those years ago, subjects then considered "taboo" have increasingly gone mainstream. So we've had some fun pointing out when "mainstream" media outlets dabble in the kinky --- like all that cuckolding going on at PBS in their "Indian Summers" series; or the Fem Domme wife / psychologist  binding and cropping her prosecutor hubby on Showtime's Billionaire.

But yesterday the media stepped into kinky territory that even Mistress and slave would consider yucky --- the assertion that a certain President elect retained some Moscow Prostitutes to perform an exorcism of sort.

According to a document published at Buzzfeed (Alleged Ties Between Trump and Russia), Russia had collected "compromising" information on Trump during his stays in Moscow for various Beauty Pageants.  Supposedly this includes a time in 2013 when he stayed at the Ritz Moscow in the Presidential Suite where Mr. and Mrs. Obama had once stayed.

The memo quoted by Buzzfeed - part of the opposition research efforts of Trump's GOP opponents -
describes a scene where Trump engaged prostitutes to perform a "golden shower show" on the bed where the Obamas had slept because he "hated" Obama.  The claim was that the Russian Intelligence Service had video/audio evidence of this "show".

One can imagine Mr. Trump and his "companions" chilling in one of the luxe suites at the Ritz, overlooking Lenin's tomb and the Kremlin. No doubt Melania was back in Manhattan, walking her mastifs.

I hope he left a big tip for the staff who had to change the sheets afterwards. Though somehow I doubt he is a big tipper.



So all over America this morning, kids might be asking ...

"Mommy,  what's a golden shower?"

Suggested answer:

"Well honey, you know the President is a very wealthy man. I bet he puts very fancy plumbing into the showers at the White House when he moves in."

Let's hope the kids don't get too curious and start googling it.

The Dowager Domme Strikes Back

Mistress and slave have been quietly enjoying our extended getaway here in the High Desert. A big snow storm swept through on Thursday night and Friday morning. We were too lazy to fight the crowds and slippery roads on a "powder day". Instead, we hunkered down at home on Friday, walking in the snow, lazing in bed, and enjoying the privacy of our hideaway.

But our extended absence has her mother, "The Dowager Domme" in a manipulative funk.

Like a good daughter, Mistress called her on Saturday afternoon, after we returned from the ski mountain (we couldn't justify another lazy day!).  After the call I heard the fall out:

"It clear she's pissed we are gone for so long, slave....all her friends are sick or dying, it could happen to us (i.e. her) anytime....a friend got shot in an unsafe neighborhood, she goes to work everyday in an unsafe neighborhood, we may all be healthy for  now but that just means our luck will change sooner rather than later.... blah, blah, blah....."

I can see her now, sitting on her throne, pissed that I've stolen her little girl away to a remote time zone where she can't dote on her mommy.

Why can't she take it out on her husband, Mistress's step father, rather than put her daughter on such a passive aggressive  guilt trip?

"You spend more time with her than your sister does, Mistress, even though we go away from time to time. Why doesn't she take it out on her?"

"She claims [Molly's sister, who lives out of town] calls her multiple times a day....whereas I only call her once a week or so...."

"Do you believe that?"

"My sister says it isn't so...."

We had dinner last night with some friends who live in Oklahoma, and travel here often.  Mistress was recounting these stories of Motherly manipulation. Our dinner companions shared some of their own.

"When my mother died I had to clean out her house.... I found two vibrators, a couple of pistols and an assault rifle", Jane recounted.

"The guns were loaded.  I had to call for help from the Sheriff's office to make sure they were unloaded and safe", her husband added.

Well I guess it could be worse.  The Dowager Domme could start packing heat.  Although maybe it wouldn't hurt to buy her an Hitachi (if she doesn't have one already) to atone for Mistress's sins.

Snow Day

Mistress and slave had the best of intentions on Thursday morning when it came to the great outdoors. After our morning wake up sex, we suited up and hopped in the Subaru for the 20 minute drive up the mountain to the local ski area.

BUT.....an approaching storm and the high winds associated with it had shut all but the beginner lifts. Something about the wind blowing the chairs into the towers, and then detaching?  Not a great way to (literally) "hit the slopes".

What to do? we were not inclined to stick around on the odd chance that the winds would subside later in the day.  Not when we had a cozy adobe cottage to retreat to, with a fireplace or to to provide us solace.

So our unscheduled snow day featured a walk down to a local "cantina" for a burrito / tamale lunch.

And plenty of time in bed.

Our afternoon session featured some extended cock riding by Mistress, and some bonus cums delivered by slaves avid tongue.  We were too lazy to even go out for dinner, so slave whipped up some gnnochi and we caught up on some stockpiled TV episodes.  Not a bad way to spend an aborted ski day.

BTW, for those of you wondering about the conclusion of Mistress's "interview" on Wednesday night....it was a bust.   Things wound up after about an hour, and the subject was kind enough to pick up the tab on my beer.  But......

"Ugh. Slave.  He was very hard to talk to.   Not too interested in me.  Lots of talk about himself...."

Who needs a guy not willing to learn more about Mistress?

"And he seemed a lot older than advertised....."

"You have to wonder about guys who lie about their age.....like you aren't going to find out about it sooner or later....."

Clearly, no chemistry.

"So how did you leave it with him, Mistress?"

"I guess it was an "I'll get back to you' sort of conclusion. But obviously no comittment to get together again...."

It fell upon Mistress's corresponding secretary to deal with this bust.  In response to his Thursday morning email gushing about how much fun it was to meet, and suggesting another get together soon, I had to send the "sorry, Charlie. But there's no chemistry here" response.  Another prospect bites the dust.

But there is this rather macho looking author we met on a chair lift earlier in the week.

More on that later.

Live Blogging Mistress's AM Interview

Mistress and slave are (at this very moment) at a local watering hole here in the high desert.  It's an odd combination of radio station, concert venue, bar and grill with big views.  The DJ is warning listeners of an impending "snow emergency".

It's happy hour!  But what really brought us here are not cheap drinks but Mistress's interview with a dude she met via Ashley Madison. Slave came along as "security". Now I'm parked at a table in the back (watching the DJ), while Mistress chit chats with this new "prospect". Fortunately, I made sure to bring my lap top and mobile wifi device.

You can tell I was a cracker jack boy scout: "Be Prepared!" The wifi and a milk stout have me entertained as I scope out Mistress chit chatting with her prospect across the room.

On paper, this guy fits the bill.  Ivy League Degree. A certain rugged individuality that suits the backwaters of the SW, and that appeals to Mistress.

He was probably a bit taken aback when I walked in the door with Mistress and humbly introduced myself, then took a table on the far side of the room.

So is there face to face chemistry?


He's appears to be a  little older and shorter than advertised.

A little pudgier than advertised.

Will Mistress find a hidden appeal that slave has overlooked?

Not sure.  At least the conversation has not died (it's been going on for 40 minutes or so). And the worst that can come of this is that we find a guy who might be able to help us design an irrigation system to become more sustainable out here. Or maybe he can build us a garage with a big closet that can store some of Mistress's out of season wardrobe.

Believe me, we could use some extra closet space!