Mistress Steps In It.

It's our last night in the UCTMW World HQ. At least the original one. After the blitzkrieg drive back from DC on Monday, it's been non-stop packing, working, and shuttling our delicate items to the new, semi-downsized pad in a more central and hip part of town.

Our cute Co-Eds have been relatively co-operative, though the younger one still has a whole lot of packing to do in her disaster of a room, with the movers coming at crack of dawn tomorrow.

Sadly, Mistress and Slave have barely had time for sex these last few days. Other than a stop at my office for worship on Tuesday afternoon, things have been pretty dry since we climbed in the car in DC on Monday morning.

But things were looking good this evening, after we attended a closing and made one more shuttle to the new house with a variety of items, including our bag of "toys" that I discretely slid into the back of our new closet.  At around 7 pm, the girls announced they were filling up the station wagon with some of their own items and driving over to the new house.  Finally,  it seemed as if a window of opportunity had opened.

But Mistress was a little too cocky when she called out from downstairs to her slave....

"Amazing. Both girls gone.... let's have sex.....!"

Then there was another voice - cute Co-Ed #2.

"I haven't left yet."

I'm not sure who was more embarrassed. Mistress. Or our daughter.

Can you imagine the conversation the two of them had once they pulled out of the driveway?

Don't worry. Despite the walk of shame Mistress had up the stairs after she realized her blunder, once we confirmed that both were gone, we did not let the opportunity pass us by.

Weekend Wedding Road Trip Update

Mistress gave me  a chance  for a "photo-op" as she was primping for last night's wedding. The engineering on this little device seemed confusing, until I realized there was some sort of adhesive that stuck to her cute but sturdy nipples, which was just slightly painful when she popped them off to readjust her cleavage.

 Amazing what women do to enhance their appearance, isn't it?  But then again if our blogger friend "Fury" had designed this device, it probably would have little clamps inside to make sure it didn't pop off.

There is always room for design improvement!

Road Trip With the Divas

Our life back in River City just wasn't complicated enough - busy at work, dealing with the return of our cute Co-Eds, and getting ready to move the UCTMW World HQ to a smaller footprint in a trendier neighborhood. So what better time for  a mandatory appearance at a family wedding in DC for the Memorial Day weekend?

Since air connections from River City these days are less convenient and more expensive, we opted for another car ride to the East Coast, Yes, the 2nd in a week if you are counting. Mick is thinking about changing careers to over-the-road trucker!

Suffice it to say that with the two Divas kibbutzing from the back seat, there was not much time or space for sexy talk between Mistress and Slave during our drive . Fortunately, Mistress's  unsubtle message to suitor Steven to cut off the constant barrage of texting worked it's magic. Mistress did not have to explain who kept texting her to our nosy daughters.

Suzanne will be happy to know that we upgraded from the Super 8 to a "Microtel" in Hazelton, WV on Friday night. Nice rooms out in the middle of no where, but reasonably priced. Maybe its fortunate location was chosen because of the proximity  of the Hazelton Federal Penitentiary, just  next door, something we did not notice until we departed on Saturday morning. Fortunately, there were no prison escapes during our brief visit.

And we did make sure the ladies slept in a separate room, giving Mistress and slave some time for our morning wake-up sex ritual before hitting the road for DC.

Our arrival here was uneventful, and we did some touristy things yesterday afternoon -- dodging a few hundred Vietnam Era bikers here for Memorial Day,  before doing a brisk walk through the National Gallery.

We made sure there was time for a "nap" before taking our Divas in Training out for a high end dinner at a restaurant Mistress and Slave have enjoyed for many years. One daughter used her fake Texas ID to order a desiginer Gin and Tonic.  Yes, friends, we confess to bad parenting.

This morning we are "sleeping in" before heading to a Georgetown Brunch. The wedding is this evening. I can already sense the need for a late afternoon nap. By tommorrow at noon we will be back on the road, hightailing it back to River City to finish our packing.

We hope the rest of you are enjoying a more restful Memorial Day Weekend, closer to home!

Mistress Channels Groucho

Groucho Marx:

·  I sent the club a wire stating, "PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER".

• Telegram to the Friar's Club of Beverly Hills to which he belonged, as recounted in Groucho and Me (1959), p. 321

This famous quote, recycled by Woody Allen in at least one of his movies (can anyone remember which one.... maybe Annie Hall?) captures Mistress's mood about her latest AM suitor, Steven.

Of all the supplicants these last two week, he made the cut for further exploration. And at first blush he seemed like a suitable candidate. Handsome, smart, articulate, ardent,  and Mistress got a little thrill when he fondled her thigh under the dinner table, her Slave unaware of this stealth advance.

Sure, part of the whole cuckold/AM thing is to provide Mistress with the thrill of the pursuit... i.e., someone pursuing her. But in Steven's case, the pursuit may have turned more into fawning.

"It's this constant barage of texts and emails, Slave.... and if I let one sit in my onbox for more than an hour, then it's "didn't you get my text?"

"Sounds more like a girl, Mistress. "

Of course, Mistress has a life, and a very busy one these days. Work. Packing up the UCTMW WOrld HQ for our "downsizing" move to our urban hipster hideout closer to the center of things. Plus our daughters are back in the mix, expecting (and deserving) their share of attention. Mistress likes the fact that this guy finds her overwhelmingly desirable, but doesn't he have a life too?

After our 3 way dinner last week, they did meet up one on one for a drink on Tuesday. Mistress made sure her Slave was in the cage while she tested the waters solo with her prospect. Afterwords, she reported that things went well enough.

"He clearly wants me, Slave".

And there was a brief make out session in the parking lot before they went their separate ways. 

"He's a pretty good kisser....."

But still. Maybe a little too obsessive. Is this comparable to Groucho rejecting that invitation from a club who's standards he questioned?

Last night we discussed how to handle it.

"Should I send him a mano-to-mano email passing on some feed back, Mistress.... or maybe you send him a frank email reporting on where you are with all of this right now, and suggesting he cut back on the seige via email and text until our move is complete and there is a better feel for whether there really is any chemistry between you?"

At deadline for this post, she was still undecided. And the text messages were still coming.

Any thought, dear readers?

Now Slave's getting back to packing 20 boxes of herbal tea. You can never have enough variety!