Molly and Mick Meet a Fan

You may have noticed a pattern that Molly and Mick breached last night.

When the nest was empty, we tended to spend our Friday evenings at home: maybe some exercise, time between the sheets, a "picnic" dinner, catch up on some TV episodes we had missed.

But with our teen home for her Holiday break -- already complaining that she's "bored" - the two of us had some Friday night plans. We did not wander back to the no longer empty nest until way past our usual bed time.

The first order of business was meeting one of the Blog's followers. He is a  fellow who had gotten in touch with us via email when it became apparent from allusions in the blog that "River City" was alos his home town.

Now Molly and Mick took this step with some trepidation. I mean we had just come home from that cozy Yurt in  On-the-Lam-It-Stan only a month or so ago, where we hid out with help from the Sex Bloggers Protection Program, after fear that our cover might had been blown.

(In case you are wondering how things are going in the Yurt, we recently got a holiday card photo from the new tenants..... they don't look they are having as much fun as we did there... but they mentioned that the Yaks are still pining for the WC!)

In any event, after exchanging a few messages, and realizing that our "fan" -- we'll call him R-- had stuck his own neck out into the risk zone too, we figured the old cold war MAD doctrine (mutually assured destruction) would provide enough comfort to allow us to blow our covers to him.

We met up after work at a bar in the University part of town, and had a great time over drinks, pulling the curtain back on life at the UCTMW World HQ, sharing some inside information that explained a bit about the twists and turns of our mutual adventures.

Yes, that was Mongolia over at "Mistress and Slave on the Lam". No we weren't really there!


And since this is a very small town in many ways, it turns out there was a good deal of overlap in our work and social lives. He has a daughter a year behind where ours was last year at the local High.... and lives just a few blocks away.

He was shocked to know the identity of Mistress's Mom.... with whom he interacts at work....

"She's got a bit of the Domme in her too...."

So right, R, even setting aside the fetishy shoes she prefers.

And as it turns out, he was even at the same Bar Mitzvah we attended a few weeks back, described with some veiled allusions in an episode of Mistress and Slave on the Lam. I forgot to ask whether he just showed up for the grand lunch spread or suffered through the long ceremony the way some of us did.

We all enjoyed taking about some of the characters in our alternative blog universe. Donna, the WC, and the folks over at All Mine too came up.  He's following you guys too.

We parted saying that we should try to get together again. I mean we are neighbors. How to arrange that with some of our mutual friends around would be kind of funny.... each knowing the layers of intrigue lurking below the mundane suburban Moms and Dads surface.... I mean, is Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights (as she was last night).... or is Slave in his cage?

Afterwords, as we headed to another Holiday party, just down the street, I asked Mistress what she thought.

"He's kind of hot, Slave....."

Enough said.

Up Too Late.... Out too Early

The (relatively) frantic pace continues here at the UCTMW World HQ....

Mistress was out a little later than normal last night for a Board meeting.

But you can rest assured that she had her worship when she returned home, still in a paid of those tricked out peek-a-boo tights to facilitate the ritual. (Of course, the door had to be closed and the sounds stifled to protect those delicate ears of the sullen teen).

There was another ritual while Slave prepared dinner.... hunting for a cat who somehow escaped into the night. Poor Mistress had to peal off her tights to allow her to crawl under the porch to facilitate the rescue. Would not want to tear those suckers!

We knew there was an early wake-up call this morning for yet another one of those unbearable 8 am meetings, back at the stuffy business club we visited the other night. But alas. at around 1 am the text messages started chiming into Mistress's I-phone in box.

It was sullen teen #2, angsting out over in Europe on matters I won't bore you with. Of course it was morning there. Time for her to go to school. What better time to reach out to sleeping parents and remind them of their obligation to sooth and coddle you?

Argh.

Of course, after efforts to skype and a brief conversation with her, her feathers were smoothed, while Mistress and her Slave were wide awake (it's 2 am or later by now).

"Should we have sex, Slave?"

That seemed like a very good plan.  and it did get us back to sleep for a while.

But now.... oops. Running out of time, and need to wake Mistress for her early curtain call.

The Slave from River City reserves the right to revise and extend his remarks at a later date.

The Empty Nest Goes On Hiatus

Another over-scheduled day here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Fortunately, we had time to break my abstinence "fast" with some particularly fulfilling wake-up sex in our executive suite. 

Then Mistress was off to do a business presentation in our oh so flat state capitol again. That's three trips up there in the last week for her. At this rate, she may need to recruit a lover up there, simply to provide her with a little diversion to keep the trips interesting, and put the peek-a-boo tights she left the house in to good use.

(She did say that one guy in her meeting, a state poobah, gave her the old "Haven't we met somewhere", line.... the reply to which always should be "in your dreams, pal....")

Here in River City slave had a holiday lunch for a group of his clients. It's something I've done each year for the past 20 or so. But this time.... a little flat. Maybe we're just getting old. The absence of my younger brother, who was a regular at these for many years, but who passed away  5 years ago this month, weighs on the room. Maybe it's time to bring this "tradition" to an end.

After the lunch, I was on the road myself to pick up our daughter, who had finished her exams at College. She seemed happy to get back to the house, and the "kitties" she dotes on.

Of course, her presence will put a bit of a damper on things here at the World HQ over the next two weeks. We will have to keep our sport locked away in the executive suite, the volume down and the door closed. Mistress already caught a little shit from her last night, when, as we were getting ready to go to her Company's holiday party, the sullen teen walked in, took one look at Mistress in her black tights and bra, and said "nice look" in that jugmental teen way of hers.

If she had caught sight of the little opening between her mother's firm and muscular thighs, where only moments before I had done a little early evening worship, I suspect she might have been even snarkier.

Over the next two weeks, we may have to rely on more input from our far flung correspondents to keep our readers from forgetting this is a sex blog!

Mistress' s Bad Dream

Well, as promised, Mistress did impose abstinence day on her Slave yesterday.

Because she had to be out the door early, there was only time for some worship before we hit the shower. So the extra hard cock that would have been available to her as a result of that hard steel ring went to waste.  After the shower, I slid the top over the ring, and let Mistress lock things down for the day.

Before she headed to her early meeting, she mentioned a bad dream she had.

"I hate this Slave.... I dreamed that I found you in bed here with that #@!*#! (insert expletive) and it was obvious you wanted me gone...."

"Well you know that's not true, Mistress.... not gonna happen...."

"I believe you Slave, but its obviously still something lurking back there in my mind...."

She was out the door soon thereafter, all foxy in a short dark brown knit dress, brown tights and suede boots.

Muy caliente.

I knew that heads would be turning through her day.

It was a busy day for both of us .... with a little angst thrown in when we heard from our overseas daughter about some horrific act of random violence in a town where she had been with friends only a few weeks ago. Fortunately, she seemed to take it with more perspective than her parents. One more sign that she is maturing through this year away from the nest.

Mistress and Slave met up again after work, at an old and regal business club here in River City for a reception for some newly elected public officials. It's always fun to share this type of an event with Mistress, who is well known and liked by all of our town's poobahs. Slave enjoys reflecting in her glory.

And it was nice to see some old friends, with one generation passing the proverbial torch to another. It's funny how quickly we move from the "Young activist' to "savvy insider" to "old curmudgeon" phase of our lives. Let's hope my next phase is not "annoying crank". As one of our friends said last night, a former Mayor, we're all just "trying to stay relevant".

We were among the last to leave, and Slave even briefly scouted out some of the quieter rooms at the club where I might engage in a little surreptitious worship ---- a high risk but certainly blog-able  activity at this bastion of River City's establishment. But, alas, I could not find a sufficiently secure location for a "quickie".

And anyway, that blasted cage was still on.  It had been pinchy and tight all day!

When we got home at around 8 pm, I immediately offered to worship.

"In a rush are we Slave?  I bet you just want to get the cage off...."

She was teasing me.

But soon she had shed her cloths, stripped away the brown tights. She laid back on the beg, spread her legs, and let Slave take it from there. Knowing that whether the cage came off would depend on the quality of the services provided, I made sure I did my work with gusto.

Fortunately, Mistress seemed pleased, and I was released from the cage for the evening.

It was determined, however, that Slave's own satisfaction would have to wait until morning. I settled into bed next to her, my cock tingling a bit, semi-hard, satisfaction to be deferred.

Before we went to sleep, Mistress brought up the subject of her dream again.

"It was very annoying Slave....."

"If it helps, maybe you should get out the riding crop to purge those bad feelings."

"Well my bad dream isn't really your fault, is it Slave?"

"Maybe not.... but the roots are in my misbehavior...."



Was I really suggesting that she, literally, take it out on my hide?

In my view, better to let it out than allow it to fester, even if it was just a dream.

And maybe a few thwacks on my ass would distract me from that tingling cock.