Under Her Thumb

Sex was a bit of an afterthought here at the UCTMW World HQ on Saturday. (Well there was our traditional wake up sex). Instead we loaded the Dommes in Training into the car for the 2 hour drive to the flatlands north of here for the Rolling Stones show at a huge football stadium best known for the high priced contract of its itinerant Coach.

Slave saw the Stones on their 2nd tour through these parts, back in the fall of 1965.  Yes. That's nearly 50 years ago. A second row seat cost me $7.50 (I spent my birthday cash). And the sound system was so puny that you could barely hear Mick sing "This Could Be the Last Time" once the teen girls started screaming.

I must say I was not all that pumped about the long drive to see them in a massive stadium. Oddly, it was our 21 year old who proposed the outing, and we (as always) indulged. But it turned out to be a fun (if very late) night. I'm not sure what demonic brew Mick, Keith and Charlie imbibe to get them moving as quickly through a 2 hour set. But they did not let their geriatric fans down.

And the video and sound systems were a tab more complex and massive 50 years after my first evening with the Stones.

As we walked back to our car in the dark, Mistress did express one regret.

"They didn't play Under My Thumb, Slave."

Dang.

I suppose that should be the official theme song of the UCTMW blog.

Mistress's Mid-Day Daliance

With our cute Co-Eds hovering a little too closely, sometimes it's nice to get out of the house. Slave has his office to find a little solitude, though my work load has been a little too intense for any relaxation there.

Mistress has been pretty work focused too, but it was therapeutic to have a long lunch break away from the house yesterday, in the arms (and bed) of her lover Jay.

She mentioned earlier in the week that she had penciled off a few hours on Thursday for some extracurricular fun.

"It's hard to find the time, Slave.... but I know Jay's been missing me."

"Who could blame him, Mistress?"

Yesterday morning we had our traditional robust wake-up sex before slave headed for work. (I guess I'm very fortunate that Jay is not one of those cuckolders who "embargoes" his lover's folds before they get together.)  Hopefully my attention was a nice appetizer for Mistress before her main course at lunch time.

Mistress called me at work at around 11 am - headed to Trader Joe's to pick up some treats for Jay to make sure he did not run out of energy, I suppose.  Although it sounds like that is not a typical problem. 

Around 3 pm Mistress let called again, to let me know she was heading to an afternoon work meeting, her itch having been fully scratched.

"How was it, Mistress?"

"Ohhhh.....very hot.  And intense.  He did miss me....."

Before dinner, Mistress spread her legs on our bed to allow Slave to savor the sweet, savory and  salty flavors that had accumulated amongst those fully utilized folds and gave me a more complete description of her lunch break.

"There was lots of cock riding, and him fucking me against the side of the bed, Slave.... and him doing what you are doing right now, Slave...."

Hopefully the additional cum I provided was a suitable dessert for Mistress to cap off her day.

How Does Amazon Know?

Mistress and Slave were fooled again yesterday. Of course, there was the traditional wake-up sex.  Then Mistress phoned me at lunch time, and let me know that our sweet little daughters had an appointment with a photographer that Mistress had made for 5 pm.

"That means we will have an hour or two at home alone, Slave."

I could see her eyebrow lifting suggestively. Could there be back to back double headers on Slave's dance card?

I headed home a little early in the midst of late afternoon thunderstorms, anticipating a briefly empty nest. But when I pulled up the driveway, there were a full complement of cars in the driveway.

Inside the front door I encountered Mistress, who was in a short nightie. But looking a tad crestfallen.

"I didn't have the heart to tell you slave. But there appointment got moved because of the weather."

Foiled again.

But at least Mistress got some pre-dinner worship, if not the full monty of Slave's devotion.

But the focus of today's blog is not our over crowded nest, but annoying on line data collection.

According to Rand Paul, we need to be all worked up about the NSA and it's vacuuming up of all of the telephone calls we make. But personally, I'm not so worried about the gubmint knowing who I've called on my cell phone. This ol' slave has nothing to hide on that front.

What's much more annoying is all that data that corporations like Google and Amazon seem to aggregate and exploit in order to pitch me things that they think I will be tempted to buy once it pops up on my screen or in my mailbox. I'm not so sure what picture their choices for me paint.

Example:

Yesterday I got an email from Amazon with the latest selection of things that might prompt Mick to press the "buy with one click" button.

The first item on the list was a steel "grab bar" for my bathroom. Apparently Amazon thinks that this aging slave no longer can keep his feet under him and needs something to hold onto in the shower. Nice. Don't think I'm over the hill yet. (Maybe they were keying off some things I've bought for my aging Mom lately?)

But the next item on yesterday's Amazon pitch list was particularly un-nerving: An "Electronic Studfinder".

Do you think Amazon has cross-referenced my blog entries here, my kindle browsing, and / instagram entries to determine that one of my most important jobs is to find studs to entertain and stimulate Mistress?

Scary.

Plus I'm trying to figure out how this device works.  Is it like a gieger-counter, that you switch on at a bar or restaurant that clicks like crazy the closer you get to an available stud?

Maybe I should hit that "one click buy" button to find out.

Slave Exceeds Expectations

Mistress and Slave aren't typically in town for one of these three day weekends. So having that extra day at home was a rare and enjoyable treat, even with the nest a bit too infested for extracurricular activities with Mistress's sidedish.

We did find some "just the two of us" time at a corner of our swim club that opened over the weekend. That's where I surreptitiously grabbed this photo of Mistress's firm ass and muscular legs for your amusement.
On Monday, our "bonus" day, it was a little rainy here. So we lounged in bed a bit longer, enjoying some furtive wake-up sex with Joni Mitchell providing some sonic cover from curious ears on the other side of our bed room wall.

After our time in bed, Slave spent some time with my cute grand kids, and then visited my grumpy mother. But by 4 pm or so we found ourselves back in the UCTMW Executive Suite. There was time for a nap before a dinner engagement with friends. When Mistress woke up, I offered to worship, an proposal that is rarely rejected.

"Of course, Slave.... I was wondering when you would ask."

I went on task, plying Mistress's clean shaven folds with my eager and skilled tongue until she quietly but persuasively evidenced her satisfaction. 

That's when I made my (apparently) unexpected request.

"Can I fuck you now, Mistress?"

"WOW, Slave....."

Apparently Mistress did not anticipate that her moldering house slave would be up to a double header on the third day of a three day weekend.

It's good to know that I can still exceed expectations.