Still Crazy

Yes, we've been remiss with our postings these last few weeks. No trauma or disasters befell us. But after we returned to River City for the start of the school year (which sets the rhythm for Mick's workalike these days), there hasn't been much to blog about.

In particular, we have run dry when it comes to potential cuckolders. Anyone have any thoughts on a potential source of supply?

Of course, there still is (virtually) daily sex, and a little extra worship thrown in on the side.  But not much in the kink category (unless you count an occasional cropping by Mistress of her sometimes recalcitrant slave).

Fortunately, we got a long weekend off these last few days for a brief "end of summer" escape to our SW hideaway. There has been plenty of sex, music and socializing.  I even surprised Mistress with a request for some afternoon delight this afternoon, following our midday siesta.

And to prove that Mistress still remains tanned, ready and rested, the above photo provides all the confirmation you need.

We will try not to leave our shrinking group of devoted readers in the dark for this long again.

The "V-shot" Isn't Just for "Victory" Anymore

Mistress and slave have been enjoying a very laid back summer here at our SW hideaway.  There has been much sex, and naked sunbathing  too, along with daily bike rides or hiking and checking out the local music scene.

It’s been so laid back that I sort of forgot about the blog. And, in truth, we’ve not had much of the exotic to entertain you with.

“I guess I’m in between side dishes, slave…..”

It’s hard to recruit them out here in our little town on the edge of the Sangre de Christo mountains.  Sure, there are plenty of “mountain men” types that could potentially appeal to Mistress.  “But it’s a small town slave….. people will talk and that would be embarrassing.”

In addition, it’s hard to find things to put in a sex blog these days that you can’t read about in the MSM (main stream media).  Take the article in yesterday’s NY Times with the tease of a headline "The Selfie that Dares to Go There".

Remember when slave would blog about how Mistress had sent me, or maybe one of her lovers, one of those daring and jaw dropping (depending on how and where received) photos of her delectable clean shaven folds?  Or when a female dinner companion started scrolling through my I-phone photos one evening and I rudely had to snatch it back from her to make sure she did not see more of Mistress than she had bargained for?

Well according to the Times, the “V-shot” has now gone mainstream.  The Times recounts how unsolicited or “surprise” photos of private parts aren’t just for guys to send anymore. And then proceeds to lecture on what sort of angles and filters one can use to make one’s “V-shot” stand out in a crowd of crass pretenders. Here’s some advice from a lady who supposedly runs the “VSpot”, a salon in NYC where would be V-selfie senders go for Vaginal maintenance, make overs and “plumping” before deploying their favorite cameras on their privates:

“Snapchat  filters banish blemish and razor bumps,” she said, adding that when she gets really fancy she uses Photoshop. “My mother is a photographer — lights and background are everything. Sometimes filters can make the ‘v’ look shaved even if it’s been two days and you’re stubbly. You want your ‘v’ to look good, so whatever light, filter, position will make your ‘v’ look best, that’s the one you should use. I use it as a narrative, as if you’re telling a story. It’s an aspect of that, it’s not just a vagina.”

This apparently mainstream phenomenon may explains why some guys (thinking here of Mistress’s former college boy friend who she has communicated with lately) immediately begin lobbying for the “intimate” selfies as soon as the cyber correspondence gets past “remember what we used to do together in my VW van?”

I guess this sex blog, one that has traditionally been “R-rated”,  is now as  “cutting edge” as “Adam-12” re-runs, the Penthouse letters section, or Mad Magazine.

Neoprene Fetish?

Mistress and slave are back at our SW hideaway, having returned from our "vacation from our vacation." But it's still not too late to post this fetching photo of Mistress and her "swimming sisters" ready for their plunge into the bay. Is Neoprene a fetish like that thinner black shiny stuff? If so, we've got you covered at UCTMW.  (Sadly, there were no octopus sightings in the Bay for any of you tentacle fetishists).

Of course, many of you have followed this blog to prime the pump of your femdom and cuckold fetishes. And while Mistress is between extracurricular lovers these days, there is a prospect out there -- her old college boyfriend Jeff.  And it seems they have been doing some pump priming of their own by text and facebook messenger these last few days.

Last night, after we returned from a pizza dinner and some Monday night music at a local bar, Mistress had something new to share.

"He sent me a video of him jerking off, slave....."

"Hmmm...... that's a little presumptuous.  What do  you think about that?"

"I think it's kind of hot, slave..... do you want to see?"

"Well, I guess so....."

She held up her I-phone, where the image of a hand gripping an 'angry' cock appeared, with that little video arrow pointing to the right."

"Do you want to watch the video, slave?"

"Hmmm..... no, don't think that's necessary, Mistress."

Why was I reluctant to get the full cock video experience?  I guess I am not as interested in cocks as Mistress, which I suppose is reassuring. But I did have a question.

"Can you tell how big it is Mistress?"

"Not really, slave...."

It was a little hard to tell. It might depend on whether he has big or little hands. Since that was the only thing about the video providing a perspective.

But there was more.

"He says he wants me to send him something to inspire him to finish the job, slave.....what should I do?"

We were under the covers by now.  Mistress had on a skimpy nightie with her left nipple poking out.

"What if I take a picture of your nipple, Mistress.  Would that help?"

"We can try".

She sent the photo off to her new / old friend. But that didn't seem to do the trick.

A few minutes later she had this comment.

He says he wants more, slave. a photo of my bottoms too.

So I accommodated, like a good little cuck, taking photo of the matching bottoms after peeling back our new teal sheets.

"Now he wants me to roll my undies down a bit slave."

I took this photo, the last of the evening's set.

Hopefully, that helped Jeff "finish off" last night. But by now I could tell Mistress needed some help taking her own edge off.

"Would you like me to worship, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, slave...."

It turns out that it did not take much from my avid lips and tongue to push Mistress over the edge.  I'll give Jeff credit for the "assist".

Escape from Alcatraz....

Mistress and slave are parked in our favorite little beach town, just north of "The City". We came to ground her after Mistress accomplished one of her "bucket list" items - the swim from Alcatraz Island to the SF waterfront. It was no easy task, but she had the company of three old friends, cheering each other on, while fighting the tides and keeping an eye out for whales and great whites reputedly lurking in the deep, cold  bay waters. Their adventure fortuitously occurred on the anniversary of the infamous 1962 escape by three prisoners never heard from again, which was chronicled in the 1977 movie starring Clint Eastwood.

As you can imagine, the two mile plus swim in 58 degree water  left Mistress both ecstatic and exhausted. So it made sense to hunker down in a shabby beach side motel for three nights before heading back to the high desert. But despite all that exertion, she even found the energy to indulge her slave in a little "hanky panky" after we checked in, before lolling off for a late afternoon sleep yesterday.  As you can see, slave made sure to document the moment.