Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Who Can You Trust?

Just when it seemed that spring had finally arrived here in River City, we actually woke up to snow here yesterday morning - yes, April 15th!  Would the IRS give us a snow day?  Unlikely.

In a comment she left on our last post, Sin mentioned that Tights season was still alive in Canada, where it also was still snowing. No surprise there. Doesn't Dudley DooRight wear tights year round?

When I got home from work I checked with Mistress to see if the snow had changed her approach to proper attire. (She had left so early for one of those god forsaken 8 am meetings that quite frankly I forgot what she was wearing when left the house.)

"No Slave. Despite the snow, it's April. No tights. I went bare legged today."

Yikes. I guess that makes her a real "slave to fashion"?

Rest assured I wore long pants to work.

By the time I got home, I could not check her attire because she was already in that silky black nighty. Our plan was some rest after a long work day, then some overdue sex in the UCTMW executive suite. Fortunately, with our empty nest still intact for just a few more weeks before the end of the college year, there was no one to interrupt our plans.  We'd better enjoy while we can!

But today's blog is really about an article I noticed yesterday - someone must have earned her Ph. D. on a "study" of college student sexting behaviors, which suggests that they must be running out of bona fide topics for academic research. A summary was posted in Slate, here: Study Finds That Women Tap Out Lies More Than Men. These "researchers" found that a good percentage of folks who send sext messages about what they are doing to their "tender bits" or "massive woodies" are really just making it up, either because they are trying to stoke someone else's fantasy, or, even more sadly, because they are bored. But the key part is that babes lie in their sexts more than guys.

Researchers also unmasked a gender difference in deception, finding that 45 percent of women bent the truth in their sexts, compared to 24 percent of men. Most of the surveyed students (67 percent) claimed they fibbed for their partner’s benefit, presumably to fuel the daydream, while a third copped to fibbing because they were bored.

I can't say that I'm too surprised by this.

It maybe that college girls have been programmed by the media to believe that guys need this sort of rich fantasy life to keep their motors running, or keep them from wandering off to the next sorority girl who will send them (made up) sext messages describing what they are doing in their bunk bed before bedtime.

Sad but true.

But it got me thinking: Does the same tendency to make hot stuff up apply to lady sex bloggers?

Is playing fast and loose with the truth why lady sex bloggers tend to get more readers than  guys who write these things? Are all those nasty little vignettes actually fabricated to boost their rating, or because they know there are guys out there dipping into their high end lubricant vats, one hand on their special occasion cocks, the other hand on the mouse?

Here at UCTMW we believe in telling hard truths. (What would be the point of telling flaccid truths?).

But what about all you female sex bloggers, like Suzanne, Sin or 'Nilla?

I must say I've speculated about how often and long Suzanne really makes Tammy wear that cock cage. And how big  "Big Blackie" really is?

Does Sin really  flaunt her naked body and those nasty nipple clamps via  Skype chats with her alleged Big Bad?

And are those Thursday breasts really Nilla's? Or are they photo shopped? Or yanked off of Google images?

Could it all just be a big lie?

Maybe we need some "Sex Blog Fact Checker"  to get to the bottom of all this.  WC, are you still on sick leave?

Friday, April 11, 2014

Tights Season, RIP

Back here in River City, spring has finally arrived. Trees are blossoming. Slave has already done the first annoying lawn mow of the season. After a long and unusually snowy winter, it's about dang time.

But the one downside is that Mistress had finally put away those black tights that I have a bit of a fetish for, and the women on the street are also switching to the naked leg look, depriving Slave of his lunchtime eye candy.

Of course, there are advantages - including ease of access yesterday afternoon,  when Mistress stopped by my office after lunch for a little dessert by way of my eager lips and tongue. All she had to do is wriggle out of some black silky undies and the clean shaven folds were out and ready for her Slave's devotion.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

Cuckolding in the News

Mistress and Slave made it back Monday night to River City, bummed that we left a beautiful sunny spring day behind, only to return to the rainy, gloomy heartland where our desks were piled with work we had been avoiding for the last 10 days.

Fortunately, the sun came out by Wednesday, and we were able to get back into our outside bike riding routine. The bonus of that was Slave's post-ride opportunity to soothe the clean shaven folds with my tongue and lips. I always love the salty treat that arises when I get to engage in some post workout worship!

But the prime subject of today's post is the new attention that cuckolding has gotten here in the States recently.  Sin has been curious about what is the turn on for a male in the cuckold relationship (though maybe she should explain why she seems to get off on 'sharing' her own BB Dom on occasion).  She found this article that she passed on: cuckolding: the sex fetish for intellectuals from the Daily Beast.  The proposition is that it takes a high IQ to go for the brand of mental suffering and humiliation that goes with having another man please your wife in the sack.  Here is the gist:

“This isn’t like swinging, and it’s not a threesome. Cuckolded men (aka "cucks") only observe their wives’ infidelities, they don’t participate. And that's why they find it a turn-on: They're left out, looking on as the woman they love climaxes with a better man than them. It’s a form of psychological sadomasochism. Some people get turned on by whips, chains, and physical pain. Cucks get aroused by mental anguish.

Cuckolding is rapidly emerging as the alt-sex fetish of choice for American intellectuals. Just check out the online forums like, where letter-perfect postings celebrate cuckoldry as a cerebral pursuit, transcending ordinary voyeurism and S&M as a dangerous game involving jealousy, misery, gratitude, shame, sharing, sublimation, lust, and trust.”

I'm not so sure I qualify as an "intellectual" (a "damn him with faint praise" label  from the 50's used to slur Adlai Stevenson and his 'ilk"), but I suppose enjoying the notion that your wife enjoys the sexual attention of another man is not for every guy. The article goes on to suggest several potential motivations, including that the involvement of another man in your wife's sex life gets those competitive juices flowing; or maybe the "cuck" is really gay, and like's the sight of a naked guy in his bed.  

Here in the UCTMW World HQ our brand of cuckolding has not involved this humble slave watching any of the action, let alone joining in....I suppose I've seen Mistress's lover give her a kiss, or squeeze her ass. And yes, I've served dinner, or coffee in bed on one occasion. But my "turn on" is not associated with some longing for naked guy action.

Let's put me more in the "competitive juices" camp. And add in the notion that it's enjoyable to see my lovely Mistress pleased and pampered.

But we're not done here just yet. Earlier this week in the states we had the breaking "scandal" of the "Kissing Congressman". Louisiana Republican Vance McCallister was caught on a surveillance cam sucking face with a 33 year old staffer at his district office in some godforsaken corner of that swampy state.  Here's a link to the video in case you missed it: Kissing Congressman

Naturally, this fellow ran for office touting his family and Christian values, with a campaign ad featuring his wife and 5 kids walking with him through some idyllic field. You gotta watch this:  Meet Vance McCallister . Dang if a few months later he wasn't sucking face with a 33 yr. old blonde paid a whopping $22,000 a year to do his scheduling.

Now the staffer is unemployed and her hubby is pissed, as reported yesterday in The American Conservative:

The old friend and financial backer cuckolded by sleazy US Rep. Vance McAllister says the churched-up Congressman has ruined his life. Excerpt:
Heath Peacock said he didn’t know about the episode until Melissa called him a couple hours before the news broke.
“He has wrecked my life,” Peacock, 34, said of McAllister. “We’re headed for divorce.”
Heath and Melissa Peacock have been married for six years and have a 6-year-old son.

(As an aside, dear readers - could you pick better cuckolder / cuckoldee names than "Vance" and "Heath")

I guess Heath is not an "intellectual". Doesn't he get how hot it is that his powerful local Congressman, the guy he wrote campaign checks to, and who hired his wife for some late night "scheduling" , has been grabbing her ass and maybe a whole lot more on the side.

Dude, get with the program. This could be some hot bayou fun if you look at it my way. I'm hearing the Credence Clearwater Greatest Hits a;bum in my head already!

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Snow, Sunsets, and Wookie Feet

Getting onto our 10th consecutive ski day, this Ol' slave's legs are starting to show their age. So as the snow fell here once again yesterday afternoon, Mistress and Slave made a tactical withdrawal down the mountain yesterday afternoon. (That photo is Mistress on skis. Aren't you glad she wears a helmet?)

That early retreat was all the better for reading by the fire, napping and then waking for some pre-dinner sex.

When we woke at about 6:30 pm Mistress expressed some sympathy for my plight.

"I bet you're legs are tired Slave, so what about me riding my cock so as not wear you out."

"I'll happily permit that, Mistress."

"Since when are you in charge?"

"Good point, Mistresss."

Sure enough, after some oral worship to provide a nice starter-cum, Mistress rode on until (almost) sunset, providing a vigorous start to our evening.  And as the sun set once again, peeping our from under the snow clouds along the distant western horizon, Mistress was wheedled into modeling her retro- Wookie feet after-ski boots, a gift from her sister that came in handy with all the snow we've had here at the end of  the season.

Aren't they cute?

Fortunately, Chew Backa is not around to draft her off into the sage brush and have his big hairy way with her.

With the sun in its final throws, and Mistress getting dressed for our last night out on the town, I persuaded her to join me on our front porch to bask in the alpen glow. Fortunately for all of us, she did not slide into her robe, and I had my camera ready: