Happy Trails

Mistress and slave finished off their 2017 ski season yesterday, our youngest daughter still in tow. It was a melancholy day of sun and fresh tracks in deep powder. Sadly, the snow has kept on coming, and we'll be missing a few final days of fresh white stuff before our local mountain shuts down for the season.

We'll be hitting the road today, stopping off for some touristy stuff and shopping for our Domme in training , and then overnighting near the airport for her early morning Friday flight winging her back to Europe to continue her "studies".

Then Mistress and slave hit the road back to River City.

Our visitor has taken a bit of the starch out of our kinky aspirations over the last two weeks.

Yes, we've been able to maintain our daily couplings.  But there's been no cuckolding, ass-fucking or nude sun bathing since she's joined us.

Back in River City, things should lighten up.  Or kink-up.  For one, there is Jay, Mistress's lover, who must think he's been abandoned after her 5 week absence. No doubt there is some pent up demand on both of their parts that may need to be sated when we return.

And Mistress made sure to remind me to pack her strap-on harness before we head home.

Also waiting back in River City is Slave's cock cage.  Having recovered from that surgery in February, I have run out of excuses, haven't I?

Cuckold Interruptus

Mistress and slave are still "entertaining" our youngest daughter, who is beginning to growse about missing Belgian beer and her EuroTrash pals back on the Continent. She claims she doesn't sleep well out here in the land of open skies and dark, quiet nights.

"It's too quiet."

The upside is that when we are not out skiing or eating out, she pretty much holes up in her room, leaving her boring, decadently American parents to their own devices. That left us plenty of space for some robust Sunday morning sex.  Slave pulled out Mistress's favorite power tool, which induced a rather dramatic cum before I was allowed to finish the job with the deployment of Mistress's work-a-day cock.

After skiing I even got in a little worship after our late afternoon nap, assuring Mistress with some double pleasure for the day.  Then there three of us were off to a local road house out on the Mesa where it was "two stepping night". But for our daughter the key was designer Tacos and locally brewed ales that were the main attraction.

It was a surprisingly large crowd of 40-50 somethings dancing to the tunes of a band from down the highway in Santa Fe that did the whole "Western Swing" thing. Mistress and slave even danced to one waltz, no doubt embarrassing our Domme in training.

As we sipped our second drinks of the night, the fun began.  First, a tall 50-ish gentlemen with sandy gray hair, in a flannel shirt and jeans ambled over from the bar and asked Mistress to take a twirl on the dance floor. Our daughter's eyes bugged out a tad, and slave smiled slyly.  Poor Mistress. This fellow was clearly an appealing guy, just looking for a chance at taking the hottest babe in the room in his arms for 5 minutes or so. And if our daughter wasn't there, well, Mistress likely would have taken up his offer, if only to give her cuckolded hubby a little thrill and provide some blog fodder.

But with our daughter there?

"Sorry", she said, blushing a bit. "We're just hanging out here tonight....."

He took the news like a gentleman, and ambled back over to the bar, to re-join his "wingman", a guy in a cowboy hat supping a beer and following developments with interest. The two mumbled to each other after handsome guy was shot down by Mistress.

As the clock approached nine, the crowd began to thin. And our daughter, who had now been fed and gone through  a couple of snifters of the house Ale, was getting fidgety.  As in "can we go now?"

I was enjoying the fiddle player, and a scrawny lead guitarist in a cowboy hat and tie dyed electric blue pants that somehow matched his plaid blue shirt.  But I wasn't going to hold up the show.

At that point another guy strode bravely over to our table. He had been standing next to the sound board for the last 30 minutes or so, and was oddly dressed in a dark suit and tie, with a full beard. But for his choice of costumes, he bore an uncanny resemblance to "Captain Obvious" from this dreadful TV ads. And yet, he was also an accomplished two-stepper, as shown by his stylings on the floor with another lady who had recently gone off into the night with some friends.

Sadly, after he enquired about Mistress's availability to join him on the dance floor, she shot him down too,  making a similar excuse.

So while it's nice to have our daughter drop by for her extended stay, it's clearly cramping Mistress's style.

Only 4 more days!

No So Lonely At the Top

Mistress and slave have had the company of our youngest daughter for the last week. She is on break from her studies in Europe and decided to join her parents for an extended visit.

With a lot of new snow on our mountain, we've enjoyed several hours on the slopes each day, and some evenings at home or out on the town with her.  And while she often gets a little testy and judgmental with her boring American parents, we have somehow survived this relatively long period of her invasion of our previously private domain.

Only a week to go! Let's hope we can make it without me reminding her that she is the child of the bourgeois ugly Americans she shows such contempt for these days.

Fortunately, we have somewhat more privacy here in our SW hideaway than back at the UCTMW World HQ in River City.  There her accommodations are right next to ours, requiring us to "stifle"  our sexual stylings, or wait until she is out of the house.

Here there are several rooms betwixt her room and ours. So we can enjoy some degree of privacy in the mornings or during our leisurely "nap time" between skiing and dinner. That has given Mistress ample privacy for some wake-up sex cock riding.  Though, fortunately, we left the cage at home, and the cock she has ridden is my own.  I am a pampered house slave, aren't I?

Of course, with our daughter in the house, Mistress has had to put any cuckolding on hold. She will have to hold  any side dish activities until we drop our daughter off at the airport next Friday and head back to the heartland.  But in the meantime, we will muddle along.

Who knows, maybe Mistress will even break out the strap on over the weekend,  if I am well behaved.

Slave Has a "Tell".

One Day Mistress is out on the patio, nakedly sucking up rays. The next morning, there is a foot of new snow on the ground, as reports of spring's arrival are debunked by mother nature. The wet spring snow did not mix well with the local primitive power grid, leaving us in the dark for several hours here in our little hideaway.  Even the local ski valley was shut down because of avalanche risks.

But at least it gave us an excuse for some two-a-day sexual stylings before we headed to the airport to pick up Domme in Training #2.

There was our typical wake-up sex, that featured Mistress riding her slave's eager cock for a cum or two.  And after an early afternoon nap (much needed after I did my "field slave" duty of shoveling all that sodden, heavy snow to clear our driveway), there was an unexpected round two.  It developed this way:

"Worship, Mistress?"

"Certainly, slave...."

As I climbed back onto the bed, I slipped out of my undies. Which raised a Mistress eyebrow.

"Are we having sex again?"

"Hmmmm...... I guess I was considering it", I responded.  "How did you know?"

"When you are just planning to worship, you keep your underwear on....."

Apparently slave has a tell I hadn't been aware of.

In any event, after tonguing Mistress to a satisfying end, slave asked permission to move onto the 2nd course.  Fortunately, Mistress was very indulgent.