Move On. Nothing to See Here.

Mistress is off, running footloose and fancy free in the big city.  Meanwhile, her devoted Slave is on lockdown, here in our little backwater on the River.

And Cage week continues. It’s not nearly as much fun as “Ass Week”, is it?

It was an early rise here.

Molly had a client presentation before heading to the airport. I made sure she had a pleasing little shower cum, sliding my fingers through those wet folds as the warm water ran down both of us. Then she got another bonus cum, from avid lips and tongue, as she moisturized and read the blog.

But, alas, there was no time for fucking.

“Glad you remembered to put the ring on, Slave….”

After I slid the cage in place, mating it with the ring, she snapped the little lock shut.

Then she hid away the key.

At around 11:30 am, Mistress did have a chance to stop by the office for some worship and a quick lunch before she was on her way.

WC,  you will be surprised to learn she has her tricked out tights on for her trip.

Of course, that made worship rather easy for me. All she needed to do was sit down and spread those lovely, muscular thighs. 

But I wondered what she might be up to in the Big City.

So accessible.

So available.

AS I did my work, Mistress snapped a photo of her boots stretched over my shoulders.

And then she surprised me.

“Stay there Slave…. And lower your pants. I want to see the cage….”

Did she think I had played Houdini on her? After all, she hid the key.

I loosened my belt. Dropped Trou.

“Underwear down too, Slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Without any warning, if only to allow some gut sucking, she snapped another shot.

“I want to see this on the blog tomorrow, Slave…..”

Gulp.

Not the sort of alluring imagery our readers are accustomed to. Not at all.

But who was I too say “no”.

“Of course, Mistress.”

So there you have me…. errr …. It.

If I knew this was going to be a photo shoot, I would have done some “man-scaping”, as the little bald dork on Californication would put it.

As she waited for her plane, Mistress did share a funny little story.

Our Western Correspondent had directed Mistress to bring along her trusty Hitachi. No doubt they plan some important conference calls to discuss UCTMW’s bold expansion strategy while she is on the road.

But Mistress had only brought a carry on.

“They opened my bag, Slave.  Asked If I had something big and cylindrical in there….”

It turned out that what they were looking  for was an aerosol can.

But “There was my Hitachi, for everyone to see….it was kind of embarrassing, Slave.”

Awww.

Poor Mistress.

In the meantime, Slave is home. Still on lockdown. And have discovered new things about the physics of a hard tight steel ring locked around the male testes and penis.

When the temperature is in the teens…. Things can get a little ouchy.

The natural response to cold weather is for those little ovoid guys to beat a hasty retreat into those warm cavities just above. Supposedly those little shelters keep your sperm nice and warm in the event they need to be mobilized at the drop of an available woman’s panties.

But when there is a hard steel ring in the way…. well …. Things don’t go the way nature intended.  Skin contracts, balls swell and press against the cruel steel barrier. When they can’t get through to their little hiding places, they get angry.

Youch.

The next time Mistress leaves town, let’s hope that spring has long since sprung.