High Desert Scenery.....

One thing that's nice about "sheltering in place" here at our SWH is we have plenty of elbow room.  There is a front porch with a view to the west -- big sky, blazing sunsets (and haunting moon sets), and sometimes the drama of distant thunder heads.

To the east there are snow capped mountains, visible from our back patio, where Mistress has been spending afternoons with her kindle, working on eliminating those tan lines. 

For her slave, the view can be distracting, as you can see in this photo.

I mean -- look at those peaks (with and without snow!)

If there is anything to be gained from this infernal time on world history, it may be that Mistress has her earliest tan ever!  That and the discovery of a previously unknown talent for baking cookies. As you can see from that strategically place violet container, she continuously moisturizes. 

Apparently my photos of her various curves and appendages these last few weeks have inspired at least one of our readers, who penned a private tribute to Mistress regarding a "leg shot" posted here earlier this week.  Hopefully he won't object to me posting it anonymously here:

There is a lot to like in that picture. Beyond the curve of your underthigh, grippable feet and ankles, and all the tanned skin that beckons to be licked, the turquoise accents pop as prominently as your nipple. You're sucking in the sun, warming your hot body against a high-desert backdrop. I'm imagining how easily, with just a flick of my index and middle fingers, ever so lightly pulling your knee toward the camera your leg would flop wide open, surrendering your inner thighs and crotch to my generous exploration. I'd pause, still at a distance, and continue to take-in more of this artfully lit composition, soaking it all in.

As Mistress responded, "I think Mick posts these sorts of pictures just to tease our readers.  Don't encourage him."

Well, consider me encouraged.

Cuckold Meme of the Day

How Far Does Our Lockdown Go?

Here at the SWH we spent some time up in the snow yesterday.  The few other hikers/skiers/snowshoers we encountered were definitely locked into the "social distancing" protocols announced by our Governor -- stepping aside to leave plenty of room for others as we passed on the trail.

We were initially invited to attend a Passover Seder with a local couple. But  on further reflection, we decided that even if we had kept our distance during dinner, or even limited our visit to BYO cocktails on the veranda, it would be poor form in these times.

And, quite frankly, our own evening "COVID cocktail Hour" rituals have become very relaxing.  Last night we even skipped the evening news to enjoy warm setting-sun shine on our front porch.  We would have had to get dressed  if we had visited our friends.  But during our private cocktail hour, Mistress could simply slide into a slinky nightie, sans undies.  And while I tried to read a book for a while, her leg show was pretty distracting. And those breasts peeking out were distracting too!

Yesterday, one of our readers asked how far this whole lockdown thing goes for this pampered house slave?  "Mick, did you pack a cage for this trip", he asked.

Well my Moto since Scouring days has always been "Be Prepared".  So, Yes, there is a cage in my backpack.  Just in case.  But Mistress has been pretty indulgent lately. So caging has not been required other than we she has some cuckolding going on, or she goes out of town for some reason.  And neither eventuality has come up in recent months.

But I am fully equipped, just in case!

Another Day on Lock Down....

Mistress and slave have it pretty nice out here at our SWH.  Our problems are definitely of the "first world" variety.

1. Paying a little more for groceries because we can patronize a well stocked but tiny little organic market just a short bike ride away. they even have a little hand wash station and free disposable gloves available for those who enter!
2. When we both have Zoom calls at the same time, our internet will slow down and images get herky-jerky.
3. I could use a haircut, but, alas, the barbers have all been shut down.
4. And we can sometimes get annoyed with clients back home make "demands" for our remote attention.  Why does it seem we should simply be treated like we are on vacation when we are still getting paid? 

But then, as someone once said, "necessity is the mother of invention".  Mistress has taken to baking very yummy sugar free cookies.  Who would have thought of Mistress as a baker?

And yesterday, Mistress broke down to take off her old nail polish and give her self a new glittery shade.... now that's resourceful.  Normally that's done at a salon. Her new polish caught the glow of another vivid sunset during what has become a daily "COVID cocktail hour", also new for us.... we really aren't (or have not been until now) the "cocktail hour" types. 

And while we've had plenty of time to explore new TV series on NETFLIX, HULU, PBS, etc. we have not forgotten what got us this flashy sex blog all those years ago--- sex.

Mistress has been corresponding with "Drew", a potential partner back in River City these last couple of weeks, and he asked about what we mean by "Wake Up Sex". Well it's a sort of shorthand for a morning ritual that we have enjoyed for many years: it's very rare that we don't have sex of some variety when we wake up.  Exceptions have arisen only when Mistress or her slave have an unusually early morning business engagement, or we are apart for some reason.

We typically begin with some oral worship, bringing Mistress to her first cum of the day (unless she's been secretly playing with herself before I come back to bed).  If I've written a blog entry, she typically reads the blog as a little extra stimulant as I use by lips and tongue to bring her to that initial climax.

Presuming I have done my job well, I am then given permission to move onto stage two.  I might be on top, or maybe she might be on top.  Or we switch about before things come to their natural conclusion. Sometimes I deploy Mistress' s favorite power tool (an Hitachi Magic Wand0 to spice things ip. You get the picture.

There used to be an occasional "abstinence day" for her slave.  In other words, she came and slave was required to hold my passion for   another day. That's a  sort of disciplinary right which Mistress retains.  But she's pretty indulgent,  and it's been a long time since we've had an "abstinence day" here at the UCTMW mobile HQ.  Lucky slave!

Of course, we are not done with sex after "wake up" sex is over.  Mistress typically requires some form of worship during the course of the day.  Example:  yesterday she was out sunning herself.  It may have been only in the 50's here, but the high altitude sun is warm.  Working on those lingering tan lines required the removal of ALL clothing, as you can see.  

(Shameful, I know! Fortunately, when the Amazon driver arrived, Alexa gave a little chime of warning.  now that's something new!)

Once Mistress  rolled over, I offered to worship.  After all there were no annoying layers of clothes to get in the way.  Nothing like easy access!  I went to work, but Mistress had an idea.  She reached for her phone.  Maybe we should document this for our readers, slave.....

Here's the result.  As you can see, my need for a haircut is not on top.  For this version of worship, it was allowed to leave my sunglasses on.