No So Lonely At the Top

Mistress and slave have had the company of our youngest daughter for the last week. She is on break from her studies in Europe and decided to join her parents for an extended visit.

With a lot of new snow on our mountain, we've enjoyed several hours on the slopes each day, and some evenings at home or out on the town with her.  And while she often gets a little testy and judgmental with her boring American parents, we have somehow survived this relatively long period of her invasion of our previously private domain.

Only a week to go! Let's hope we can make it without me reminding her that she is the child of the bourgeois ugly Americans she shows such contempt for these days.

Fortunately, we have somewhat more privacy here in our SW hideaway than back at the UCTMW World HQ in River City.  There her accommodations are right next to ours, requiring us to "stifle"  our sexual stylings, or wait until she is out of the house.

Here there are several rooms betwixt her room and ours. So we can enjoy some degree of privacy in the mornings or during our leisurely "nap time" between skiing and dinner. That has given Mistress ample privacy for some wake-up sex cock riding.  Though, fortunately, we left the cage at home, and the cock she has ridden is my own.  I am a pampered house slave, aren't I?

Of course, with our daughter in the house, Mistress has had to put any cuckolding on hold. She will have to hold  any side dish activities until we drop our daughter off at the airport next Friday and head back to the heartland.  But in the meantime, we will muddle along.

Who knows, maybe Mistress will even break out the strap on over the weekend,  if I am well behaved.

Slave Has a "Tell".

One Day Mistress is out on the patio, nakedly sucking up rays. The next morning, there is a foot of new snow on the ground, as reports of spring's arrival are debunked by mother nature. The wet spring snow did not mix well with the local primitive power grid, leaving us in the dark for several hours here in our little hideaway.  Even the local ski valley was shut down because of avalanche risks.

But at least it gave us an excuse for some two-a-day sexual stylings before we headed to the airport to pick up Domme in Training #2.

There was our typical wake-up sex, that featured Mistress riding her slave's eager cock for a cum or two.  And after an early afternoon nap (much needed after I did my "field slave" duty of shoveling all that sodden, heavy snow to clear our driveway), there was an unexpected round two.  It developed this way:

"Worship, Mistress?"

"Certainly, slave...."

As I climbed back onto the bed, I slipped out of my undies. Which raised a Mistress eyebrow.

"Are we having sex again?"

"Hmmmm...... I guess I was considering it", I responded.  "How did you know?"

"When you are just planning to worship, you keep your underwear on....."

Apparently slave has a tell I hadn't been aware of.

In any event, after tonguing Mistress to a satisfying end, slave asked permission to move onto the 2nd course.  Fortunately, Mistress was very indulgent.

Mistress in the Saddle?

Mistress and slave are enjoying a few days of empty nesting between visits by our cute daughters, aka, the Dommes in Training.

Last weekend we hosted our older daughter and her earnest fiancee. They were pleasant and relatively unobtrusive house guests, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather and slushy snow up on our mountain. Although Mistress style was cramped a bit.

"I guess I won't be strutting around in my undies, slave....."

No. But once they were gone, Mistress was back to normal, spending yesterday afternoon apres ski out in our patio in the nude, working on those tan lines.

But Mistress's liberation won't last much longer. On Friday afternoon we head back to the airport to collect our younger daughter, who will be spending our last two weeks here with us. And while that should not cramp our sexual style behind our closed bedroom door, it will cut into Mistress's nude sunbathing.

The good news is that we are settling into the notion of spending the majority of our time out here, rather than back in River City, where things always seem darker and more harried. If we make that transition, we have other options to consider. Mistress has cats back in River City, which will need to be moved, but she also has other ambitions.

"I would love to have a horse, or two, slave....."

I was mentally making the calculation of the cost and hassle of caring for a horse..... all that hay, grooming and making sure our fences were tip top. Ugh!
But I have to admit, Mistress would look even more authoritative on horseback."

If we spend more time out here, and to help grow the alfalfa required to feed that horse, I suppose we could begin cultivating our land out here. If that's the case, Mistress might want to consider whether her "pampered house slave", at my advanced age, would be adequate when it comes to handling some of the additional work required to prepare our field, irrigate, plant and harvest.  Maybe she may be required to take on some additional help?

As Always,  our readers will be the first to know if and when Mistress decides to fill any field slave positions!

The Eyes of the WC Are Upon You

Mistress and Slave have had their empty nest re-infested for the weekend. And no, it’s not because we have allowed any of those Texas spring-breakers to move in.  Our cute daughter and her very earnest fiancé are visiting from GA, leaving is with much less privacy and bathroom space than we had been enjoying here.  Fortunately, we were able to slide in some robust cock-riding on Thursday morning before taking the drive down to the airport to collect them.

So, absent some hot update on cuckolding we are fortunate to have this contribution from our now retired Western Correspondent reporting on his glory days as a Skigolo our here in the Rockies:

 Well I am very happy Mick an Molly are safely tucked away in their SW hideaway

 

True:  That Texans are pain in the ass skiers

Better to stay away  

But  at least ..

I never let one of them run over me

In fact I only got hit twice

The first time it was in Bend OR

I was watching a downhill race and got clobbered by a racer going very fast

Ruptured  my spleen  and left me out for several hours 

The second time was when I was a ski instructor at club med in copper mountain in colorado  

I always told my peeps to stop below the class

Of course you had to keep your eyes open to make sure they did

One day I looked away

Can you guess why?

You are right 

She was hot!!!

So this guy

A very nice guy by the way

Just plowed into me and blew me over

The funny part is both my skies stayed just were they were

And my very expensive sunglasses were right between them!

But I only learned this later

By this time I was 50 yards down the hill

Trying to figure out what the fuck just happened? 

So I climbed back up 

And found the rest of the story......

WC, that roving eye just can’t stop biting you in the ass, can it?