Cage Free?

You can imagine why Slave might have been subliminally drawn to this carton of eggs the other day at our local organic grocery store. Mistress has been pretty lenient on her Slave's cage time of late, and we didn't even pack one for our trip out west.
As a general rule the cage seems to be limited to those days when Mistress has a "date" with a lover (or prospect) and the extra control gives her  a bit of a thrill.

But yesterday, as we took the hike down into the Rio Grande canyon  for some "beach time", Mistress disclosed that D, who has become a student of the blog, has raised the prospect of more cage time for Slave.

'I think he likes the idea of you in the cage, Slave....that maybe he wants to be in charge of that...."

"Hmmmm..... that's an interesting development, Mistress....."

"Not only that, but he was even talking about a chastity device for me too....."

Yikes.

"And how did you react to that, Mistress?"

"It's kind of hot, Slave.....don't you think?"

Who would I be to disagree when Mistress thinks something is hot?

Down on the river bank, where we found a couple of older gents lounging in the pools of warm spring water in the buff, we found a little patch of beach to spread out our towels. Mistress opted for some top less sunbathing, but kept her bottoms on, which seemed appropriate later when some families arrived, kids in tow.  It was a holiday weekend, and not surprising that the springs were a popular destination for the tourists in the area.

As we soaked in the sun and read from our kindles it was hard for Slave not to go back to the subject of Mistress in chastity, with D in charge of the key.

"So what did you tell when he brought up the concept of a chastity device for you, Mistress?

"Hmmmm.... I said it would have to be something you couldn't see through form fitting clothes."

Always, practical, isn't she?

"And I wondered how Id shower in it, Slave, or shave the folds....."

"I guess that would be one way for him to get that fur grown back, wouldn't it, Mistress?"

Mistress just giggled. She's grown fond of the clean shaven look, and, of course, so have I. No hairs getting caught in my teeth is a definite perk for a guy who spends some much time in worship mode.

But as I glanced down at Mistress's delectable tush,  in her tie-dye two piece suit bottoms, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Mistress was wearing some sort of chastity gear underneath, at D's direction.

That's when I rolled over onto my stomach. No need to put a show on for the kids.