"Simone" and "Sam" have been forced to go on the Lam, after some sloppy security work exposed them to their potential "enemies". Fortunately, they've found help through the SBPP.
("Sex Bloggers Protection Program"). Follow their adventures here until its safe for them to resume their prior alter-egos.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Our Adventure Down River

It was a rich and full day for us. And a long night.  So be understanding if I dribble out parts of our day  - and night – over the next few episodes here at UCTMW. 

Lots of material to work with.

And Slave is a bit groggy. Mistress is still snoozing on the other side of our room.

For the moment I will simply slide past our Saturday morning sex, and the entertaining conversation Molly had with our Western Correspondent on the drive down here to meet Aisha and her Sir D.

But it was clear he wanted to stay in touch as long as he could. M was living vicariously, and maybe a little anxious that his loving little slut might fall under the spell of a more accessible Dom.

Cute. And who could blame him.

So when we got to our hotel room here, a bit on the seedy side, romantically reminiscent of Molly and Mick’s “forbidden affair” days, M was in the mood to play …. With himself and us. He was exercising some authority.

Molly me read her text message from him and laughed. 

“He wants to have a sex chat with us, Slave.  In about 45 minutes…. And he says no coming until then.”

“Of course, Mistress….”

I offered to step out with the newspaper in the event Mistress wanted some private time with her long distance Master, but she demurred.

“No Slave…. It’s our weekend together. I’m sure M won’t mind if you join in. And by the way, he says ‘ditch the cloths’”.

We both did. Soon I was naked, and Mistress was down to sexy black panties.

We took a brief nap, then I got Aisha on the phone to firm up our rendezvous time. And I was talking to her, M called Molly, all ready for action.  And Mistress was too.

“Slave, help me off with my panties.”

I fumbled with my phone, abruptly signing off with Aisha as I focused on preparing Mistress and her supplies for her slutty  little session with M.

Sorry, Aisha. It seems we have cut you off this way more than once.

Following Mistress’s direction I found the Hitachi (be prepared!), and plugged it in. Mistress was laying back, legs spread, Hitachi already buzzing.

“M says you should worship my feet as I play with the Hitachi, Slave.”

Easily done. So as Mistress listened to M’s guidance, Hitachi pressed against her succulent folds, I knelt on the floor laving her toes and the smooth and sensuous arch of her foot with my tongue.


Soon Mistress was begging M for permission to come. And he was no pushover.  I loved the increasing desperation in his voice.

And when she finally persuaded him, she exploded, writhing and moaning on the bed, before flicking off her power tool, she was in the mood for my cock, that was certainly in the mood for her.

The fucking seemed to go on quite a while, and I could hear the faint sounds of M’s own release through the I-phone pressed hard against Mistress’s ear.

And of course this was just our warm up act.

Soon Mistress had signed off with M, and she was primping for our evening.

My get-up was simple and at her direction: cock cage, jeans, blue shirt, black cowboy boots.

Mistress had layers and accessories to shed or add as our evening progressed.

And yes, it was all in black. (The photo above is Mistress after the night was over. No photos in the dungeon, of course.)

We hooked up with Aisha and D, as arranged, at a lovely Italian restaurant in a funky urban neighborhood.

As you can imagine, Aisha and D  are charming and great fun to be with. I worked on my deference as dinner progressed, modeling my behavior after the lovely Aisha. It was interesting to let D and Molly carry and guide the conversation. Though Molly noted more than once.

“You’re not talking much Mick!”

I guess I can be a little dominant in the typical social situation. But exercising my will to take on a different role in the company of folks who are clued in on our “situation” was, to tell you the truth, kind of …. hot. 

I wonder if Aisha gets the same vibe. 

At some point during dinner she was required to disclose that D had tied her into some type of crotch rope …. Something that required adjusting when she went to the lady’s room. It made her blush …. And blush some more when D gripped her hair from behind.

I so wanted to see it, but such a request would have been rude.

And of course I made full disclosure about my cage, which seemed to grow just a bit tighter when I acknowledged it.

Our dinner was filled with the mundane personal geography lessons, and more colorful talk about our little band of bloggers.

Were your ears burning? I assure you it was all good.  It’s clear we love this odd little community we have created.  We wish you all had been sitting around the table.

After dinner we followed D and Aisha to the local munch. We found a robust and diverse crowd of more than 130, above a local wine pub in an old warehouse district along the River.  Maybe more on that later, but suffice it to say it was like a Kinky Kiwanis, with old friends catching up, new ones introduced, and announcements of upcoming events that had Molly and I suppressing our grins and raised eyebrows.

A Master / Slave duo made an oral presentation on creating and maintaining that type of relationship.

It was more Dale Carnegie than kinky, but emphasized the need to “write it down.”

“We’re ahead of them, Slave….”

True. Maybe we should offer a CLE course on Slave contract law at some future Munch.

Then …. Drum roll …. It was onto the play party.  

The local dungeon is an expansive place, in a 70’s era warehouse. D clearly is a leader in the local community, and introduced us to an intriguing cast of characters as the evening progressed.  He and Aisha gave us an initial tour, describing how all of the various devices and furnishing worked: the pillories, stocks, rope beds, etc..  So many possibilities.

There was a vendors area with all sorts of leather goods and implements of punishment.

And both public and more private play and meeting spaces.

This was clearly a big investment for the local community in their particular “pursuit of happiness”. Is that what old Tom Jefferson had in mind?  He did have his needs, as Sally Hemmings might testify.

As play began, Mistress and I got into more appropriate attire. She stripped off her skirt, down to those lovely black tights (with the discrete opening) and Black leotard. She had my slide on her long black leather gloves.

And I buckled on my collar. Mistress attached the leash, and kept me close at hand through  the evening.

It was show time.

It felt good, and we really did fit in better that way than if we had gone with vanilla.

I’ve been at this for a while now, and there are far more details to share.

But I have to mention the last part of the drama, before we excused ourselves at around 1 am.

D was waiting some time for access to the suspension rig.

He gently reminded a “supervisor” that the current users had been there for a while. Word was passed. “Don’t bogart that suspension rig, my friend.”

You could see D’s mind churning with his plans. And you could also see Aisha mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

The three matching sorority sisters were finally unbound by their older master who alternatively had been flogging and fondling them (Don’t worry, we’ll go into that tomorrow).

And then D went to work.

He clear is a world class master when he gets out his ropes.

He spent a good but of time unpacking and sorting  all the ropes and carabineers required for his demonstration, all the way whispering softly to a very attentive Aisha who was intently focused on his every word.

D was tutoring a younger man – a guy who seemed no more than 25 and looked eerily like my son-in-law – and explaining the process to him each step of the way.

At D’s direction, Aisha was shedding her skirt. Then her top. Then her bra. But she seemed oblivious to the crowd milling about, or the surround sound of implements slapping flesh all around her.

Amazing focus, Aisha!

Soon D and his assistant were wrapping Aisha up. Bands of colorful soft rope wound around her- above and below her breasts, around her waist, hips and thighs. Binding her ankles too. But her arms remained free.

And then she was in the air, suspended parallel to the ground, in her own gravity resistant world. That song from Peter Pan came to mind. “I’m Flying.”

And she was flying, and spinning. And D was on the ground, lying in a blanket underneath her, playing with her, talking to her, coaxing her through it all.
Some very intimate communications in a very public setting.

At about this point, as we stood and watched, I pulled Mistress close to me, in a tight embrace. We kissed long and deep. And my fingers found the opening between her tighted thighs.

I was not sure if the “no sex” protocol covered what I was doing, but it seemed that folks had much more interesting things to look at than Mick and Molly. I slid my fingers into, between and against those sopping folds until she was shuddering against me, still clinging to my leash, her hips grinding against mine.

Fortunately, security missed our little, wanton display.

By now, D had undone all that complex rope work.  And Aisha was slowly being lowered to the ground. His Assistant found her a chair, and D wrapped her in a blanket, to warm her after her “ordeal”.

AS we thanked them and said goodbye, I could tell Aisha was in that zone she describes so well to us in all those wonderful blogs.

And now I’m going to go look and see how she describes the wonderful evening we shared.

That is, if she is up yet and has the energy left to type.


nilla said...


thank you thank you...and i'll be watching for MORE (moar she roars!)

(checks down under her shirt...okay, only a little green...)

sin said...

Great description of the venue and the activity Mick, thank you.

Actually my ears weren't burning last night, though I do think it's unexpectedly neat you talked about us.

And I love the description of the two of you sneaking an orgasm with her hands clutched tight on your leash.

And yes, we want more.

strivingforpeace said...


I think we would be hurt if we didn't make a cameo appearance in the weekend.

Thanks in advance for sharing an experience I don't think I'll ever have for myself!


H said...

Your blog is always a turn on for me
thank you

beingaisha said...

Thanks, Mick - This was wonderful for me to read.

Just for the record - {laughing} you didn't mention that while we were on the phone the first time, you actually said something like "Oh, I've got to help Molly take her panties off," at which point I knew it was time to go!

I did notice you two shortly before you left, locked in an embrace, so it was no surprise when you said it was time to go!

Thanks, again, Mick, nice post!


UCTMW Enterprises Management Team said...

sin, 'nilla and sfp, you were all a part of the conversation.

and yes, Aisha, it's hard to talk on the phone and remove panties at the same time. Mick.

Anonymous said...

I knew u 2 pirates would break a rule or three. My god you 2 were kicked out the the swim club! Shameless hussy's both of you!

well done

the worthless but always entertined WC