Meet the New Boss

 

Greetings dear readers (inclding prospective readers who might unearth this manuscript years in the future before the work is taken over by some sort of AI bot....). As you may understand from postings here over the last few days, the UCTMW blog is undergoing a reboot at the instigation of our former Western Correspondent, who has taken the reins in what some might consider a hostile takeover, depending on your POV. The jury is still out on that, depending on how cruel and demanding the new Boss's regime might become.  He's authored the following manifesto, with some addendums added at the end that came on after our traditional editorial deadline. 

Dear Under Contract to My Wife readers

For many years Mick Molly and I had a wonderful time writing this blog

For a variety of reasons it petered out

We are starting it again at my behest

The Cuckold will be in charge of day to day operations

Please refer all comments and complaints to him

I can assure you that you will get a prompt response

We are writing this for one reason and one reason only

To titalate ourselves

And give you readers something to read and fire up your erotic imaginations

Nota bene:         Cuckold:   Please correct my spelling before posting but don't correct my punctuation or grammar

I don't want to see any misspellings in these posts

In the blog's early days we had several other blog friends who contributed to the blog

We hope to do that again

Strict Julie I'm talking to you

Strict Julie is a blog and BDSMLR and smut writer

She a hot little blog writer from Canada with a submissive husband who is an excellent writer and and very kinky young lady

Unfortunalatly she has uninformed political beliefs caused by reading right wing media

Trust me Julie..... nobody wants to hear your political opinions

Except other right wing (nuts) and we don't want to hear their political opinions either

Especially when they are so misguided

Nota bene:     Cuckold remove all right wing comments immediately

Nota bene:          Cuckold start a companion BDSMLR blog.   Study strict Julie's two blogs and use them as a template

Also:   I tried out the handle Master and it didn't roll off my  tongue properly

Rather than WC I want to be referred to as Boss or Sir

Nota bene:       Cuckold.  From now on I shall be called  "Boss" or "Sir" depending on which is right for the sentence

The cuckold shall be referred to as "the Cuckold"

Molly shall be referred to as "mistress" or "my slut" "his slut"

Unless I find a handle that roles of my tongue  better

Vanessa Chaland

I'm calling you out too

We would love for you to contribute to the blog

Nota bene:      Cuckold contact Vanessa and use your impish Irish charm to whoo Vanessa

You can expect more pictures in the new iteration of the blog

Pictures culled off the internet by me which I find interesting or arousing

Nota bene:     Cuckold please forward any pictures that you or Molly find arousing or interesting for my approval before publishing

Their will also be pictures of Me and the cuckold and my slut

They are a very attractive couple and I think you will enjoy the view

There will also be pictures of the three of us when we get together

 

Nota bene:

Cuckold I will be forwarding a picture to you today to be published with this post

Well thats enough for now

Addendum 1: Start a book and title it "Cuckold's infractions". The first entry will be 1) typos in the first blog post; 2) 10 strokes and  a day in his cage.

Addendum 2: Molly, while you are at it, start a 2nd book titled "Slut's Infractions".

A PROMOTION FOR THE WC?

After our lunch with the WC this week, Mistress and Slave both got a series of text messages from the guy who was our first and most lasting blog afficianado. Mistress hasn't show me hers but it was obv ious from the ones I received that the WC has some serious plans to take on a new role in our respective lives and to make sure the Blog comes back to life to chronicle that "evolution". 

The WC's plans for the both of us can best be summarized from the photo he forwarded to me on the drive back home late Wednesday night, taken from a site titled "Dominated Couples". Hmmmm.....is the WC finally getting even with me for all the times I gave him shit over the way he abused his expense account as out Western Correspondent?

In fact, I suspect the WC has figured out that both of us have an ongoing curiosity about what a real dominant Bull could do to supercharge our already high energy sex lives. And I will confess his "plans" have already tossed some fuel on the fire, even though we are hosting our late 20's daughter this week.

Yesterday morning, before our traditional wake up sex, I handed Mistress my phone so she could review the WC's "instructions" to me that came in as I was driving south from Denver, dodging the deer that seemed to be crowding the sides of the highway as we crossed a high mountain pass. They included:

1) Publish the pictures I tell you to for the first post (the one above).

2)  Apologize to your readers that the first picture is not of you and Molly and tell them that all future pictures will be actual pictures of you, Molly and me .(Consider it done, fear readers)..

3) Publish this text and my texts to Molly edited as you see fit.

4) For the purpose of the blog, I am no longer the WC, but "Master". (That's quite a promotion!).

5) You have to text me if you want to cum. Molly can cum as much as she wants.

6) From now on call yourself "Cuckold" in the blog.

All of this was food for thought for Mistress and he Cuckold yesterday morning as we settled back into bed for our morning rituals. Mistress spread her firm thighs for me and I nestled into my avid tongue into her clean shaven folds. 

"So what do you think, Mistress? It's clear the WC (aka master) has some plans for you. What do you think?"

"It's intriguing slave... and kind of hot?"

"Up until now I've always asked you for permission to cum, Mistress.  What if I had to ask him?"

"Hmmmm.... that could get complicated. But that's your problem isn't it?"

"I suppose I could still fuck you, and make you cum...."

"That could work....."

"But what if he makes me wear the cage, Mistress?"

At about that time Mistress had her first orgasm of the day..... but not her last.

Mistress and the Cuckold obviously have some thinking to do about how to navigate these new waters with our prospective Master.

 

Testing, Testing

 Hi all..... miss us?  Hope at least a few of our world wide following can still find this blog. Are sex blogs a thing anymore?  Or has everyone moved onto Tik Toks of kinky kittens? I guess we will find out

Mistress and slave have been languishing here at our SW retreat, enjoying this ski season.  Wish we had more to report on the cuckolding / kink front.  This is a small town and the opportunities for developing "friends with benefits" for the Molly are sadly limited. 

But yesterday a page may have been  turned.  We met up for lunch with our former Western Correspondent on a road trip to the Mile High City to pick up our youngest daughter at the airport. She's visiting us from her current home across the pond. 

Molly had been texting with the WC from time to time over the last two weeks.  She alluded to some smutty messages but did no show me the details. Nor was it my position as her loyal slave to press her on the matter.

It's been a while since we saw the WC.  About 5 years to be precise. He's looking fit after some lifestyle changes.  Good for him, When he left his job as our freelance Western Correspondent there were some hefty bar tabs still unpaid on the company AMEX card. 

After hugs were exchanged,  we sidled into a booth at a restaurant out in the 'burbs, WC next to Molly and me across the table from them. (It just seemed natural that way). 

WC was in a flirtatious mode, and Mistress hardly discouraged his playful attention. Over lunch we talked about "old times", our blog buddies like Donna and the late great Suzanne. We even made plans to get together again this summer, and maybe sooner.

After we ate I excused myself from the table to visit the Gents and when I returned I could tell they had been talking about "old times" when their relationship, at least via phone and text, had bordered on the sexual.  (You can scroll back through the blog to read about their occasional phone sex).

When it was time to leave for the airport, the WC walked us to the car, then pressed Mistress agains the passenger door for a tight hug and gentle grope.  Handsy was a good way to put it.  But Mistress was unoffended, to put it mildly.  Maybe receptive is a better word.

On the drive to the airport, I asked "so how did that go, Mistress....."

"It was fun to see him again, Slave....could you tell his hands were up my thigh all through lunch?"

"Uh...no....." It made me consider whether Mistress had worn those sexy black tights in the long drive north just for me?  Or, just maybe, for the WC too.

"Did that turn you on, Mistress?"  

"Kind of slave.... I'm not used to that sort of attention these days...."

On the way back home, our daughter safe but sleepy in the back seat, it was clear Mistress was getting a few more texts from the WC.  She was giggling a bit, and made some vague comments to me that would not raise our daughter's suspicion that her aging parents were engaged in some "creepy" hijinks. 

And then one popped up on my phone too.  It was a little distracting.  But it was clear the WC was planning to raise the temperature (quite) a bit.  

By the time we pulled into our High Dessert hideway it was midnight. All of us crashed.  Mistress and slave did not have  the energy to share and discuss the messages from the WC or what might come next. Or how to respond.

So stay tuned.

All's Well - At least here in the High Desert

 Sadly, it's been months since we posted any sexual hijinks here.  Several of you have noticed and asked if we are cool. 

We've been enjoying our semi-retirement here in our SW Hideaway, which has become our permanent home. And our  daily sexual activities remain on track (with a day off during a recent COVID encounter). But in terms of cuckolding....not so much.  We've found it hard to find suitably engaging and appealing gentlemen interested in that peculiar dynamic.  This is a small town, and the pool of potential bulls is tiny.  Add that to the ongoing fears of catching or spreading a dread disease, and the cockolding "Bull" seems like a Unicorn these days.

Hope all our devoted readers are well. We will try to update more regularly, and will certainly let you know if the Unicorn pops up to graze in our pasture!