Slave Was Locked Away During Cuckold Play

Mistress and Slave made it safely to our SW hideaway late yesterday afternoon, after an early launch and a long travel day. But I know that some of you, including Florida Dom, had some open questions after our blog on Wednesday mentioning Mistress's date with her lover Jay - something that had to be squeezed in before we headed out of town for this mid-winter ski trip.

In fact, as the clock approached 10:30 pm I was getting a little worried. I usually hear from Mistress at some point on her evenings away, and was concerned that after all that fucking she and Jay may have fallen asleep. We did have an early flight to catch in the morning.

So I was a pest and sent her a text message:

"Are you still out there, Mistress?"

 Fortunately, she was already on the way home, and pulling into the drive moments later, much to my relief.

Of course, my relief was not just concern about her safe return and a good night's sleep.  I had been in that infernal cage all day, and was hoping for a reprieve before bedtime.  I know some of you are caged for days or weeks at a time.  But I have been accustomed to  a sleep free from the affliction of a cock that wakes up straining against the cold steel bars of that little prison.

Ouch.

So to answer Florida Dom's first question, yes, I was allowed to worship Mistress's clean shaven folds once she undressed for bed. The tangy aromas and tastes of her evening with her lover were more than apparent. And I was impressed that Mistress still had the energy, or interest, to top off an evening of sexual excess with one more cum provided by my devoted lips and tongue.

Florida Dom also asked if Mistress shaves her lovely folds daily.

Yes, Mistress is very attentive to her grooming. There may be a day when she skips a shower now and then. Usually on a lazy weekend. But she attends to her folds like she does all of that lush, fit and lovely body.

Finally, FD asked what Slave thinks about when I am locked in that cage and Mistress is cavorting with a lover.  Quite frankly, I try not to get too distracted by carnal matters when caged. It can be a little frustrating, and sometimes painful.  But if Mistress calls, or teases me with a text message, my discipline can crumble, and suddenly that cage gets all too tight.

On Wednesday night I had an excellent distraction for a while though: watching my alma mater deny Coach K his 1001st victory.  But when the Irish walked off the floor to the tunes of the victory march, my mind was back in the gutter, contemplating Mistress riding Jay's cock.  A very different way to shake down the thunder from the sky.

Thankfully,  she made it home safely. ANd didn't forget where she had hidden the key.

And while Slave had to wait for his own pleasure until yesterday afternoon when we arrived at our cozy cabin here in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains, at least she let me loose from that cage once I had done that post-cuckold sex worship.

Now that was a happy ending.