Back to Back Cage Days

Those of you who have been lobbying for more cage time should pat yourselves on the back today.

It was rainy here yesterday. And cold. So no bike ride to work. Mistress pounced, reminding me that my excuses had run out.

"I do have to go to a public building on the way to work, Mistress.... they may have a metal detector."

But she quickly reminded me that was what my plastic, back up cage is for.  It's a CB 3000 model, and its "moving parts" can tend to pinch and snag pubes, leading to some uncomfy moments beyond having to sit to pee.  But I knew that was no real excuse.

"Yes, Mistress...."

Fortunately, Mistress hasn't required me to decorate my cage, like this one.

As it turned out the pinching was not too distracting, and Mistress popped me loose when I got home.

Today I have to drive to work, even though the rain has stopped. She reminded me of my obligation. before we settled into bed last night.

"Another cage day, slave."

We have a social event after work, that could go on for a while. But I will be home before hand, So I guess the big question is whether I get sprung loose before or afterwards.

Slave Gets a Once Over

The cold and damp descended on River City yesterday. All that rain that fell on our Texas friends has crossed onto the heartland leaving us chilled and sodden.

Of course, there is an upside..... Mistress broke out her black tights after our wake-up sex, taunting me and presumably all red blooded guys she encountered during the day as she made her rounds.

As for me, I dodged cage status for the day because I had an appointment with the dermatologist. And it turned out I was fortunate to go cageless.

This MD was a rather fetching woman of Iranian descent in her 30's, and had a bit of Domme in her.  She had black (seemingly) leather pants tucked into black knee high boots, and a charmingly exotic accent.

On the other hand, slave was told by her nurse / assistant to strip to my undies and slide into one of those thread bare "robes" that ties behind your neck, making this old slave seem rather naked and vulnerable once the Doctor and her assistant returned to the room. She worked her way over my body - back, chest, legs, even toes, identifying a few areas the circled for "further study".  Then she turned to my"groin area".

"If you don't mind could you drop your underwear, Mr. Collins?"

Heck, what choice did I have? She was the expert, and I came for her expertise. (I guess that didn't cum out the way I wanted....).

She gave my ass the once over. Fortunately, Mistress had not used that hard wooden back scratcher on me over the weekend.  Nothing of interest made her poke or probe there.

Then she returned to my front, squatting a bit to get a closer look.

Fortunately, I did not have a hard steel cage to interfere with her examination. Mistress will be happy to know that she did keep her hands to herself, asking me to push my "package" to the right and the left so she could check out those creases at the apex of my thighs.

Fortunately, there was nothing going on down there that seemed out of the ordinary. And I mean that both in terms of skin anomalies and involuntary physical reactions to her close scrutiny.

Since there were a few patches that she wanted to biopsy for safety sake, slave had to sit there for another 40 minutes or so in my skivies as the nurse and my Iranian Domme numbed and carved me, using what looked like a mini paring knife to skin me here and there.

I'm sure somewhere in the kinky blog-o-sphere you can find a fetish involving dermatological skinning as foreplay..... but quite frankly it was much more fun to go home at the end of the day, watch Mistress peal away those black tights to her knees and put my lips and tongue to their highest and best use.

Excuses, Excuses

Mistress and slave had a particularly restful Sunday, despite the extended presence of our working girl daughter and her boyfriend.

Sunday morning both couples were holed up in our bedrooms. I turned on some music to mask the sounds of Mistress's favorite power tool which seemed to have a desirable impact once applied to those clean shaven folds.  My devotion was generously rewarded afterwards.

Who knows what was going on in the bedroom across the hall.

Later in the morning, we climbed on our bikes for a long ride downtown for brunch at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, enjoying the color show put on my the changing leaves. Then, with the Pussycats enjoying a bye week, we indulged in an afternoon movie at the neighborhood cinema.

The verdict at the end of our day was in: despite company in the house, we scored some quality couple time.

Now, sliding into the work week, slave has raised Mistress's eyebrows about the lack of cage time.

Excuse yesterday: it was a gorgeous day and I rode my bike to work.  So, no cage.

Mistress looked at the weather report and decreed Tuesday a cage day.

"But Mistress.... remember I have a doctor's appointment."

It's my annual visit to the dermatologist to check all those spots and splotches that pop up on an aging slave. And they make you strip and put on one of those tie in the back robes for a full body inspection.

"Hmmmm...... you always seem to have an excuse, slave....."

There's always Wednesday.

Caught in the Act

Mistress and slave had planned a quiet Friday night at home.  The only question was whether we would have the company of our now working, former co-ed.

When I arrived home, a bit sweaty from my bike ride, Mistress greeted me in one of those silky black nighties she will slither into for an evening home.

"Are you ready for an ass-fucking, slave?"

Who could argue with that proposition? And after a shower to rinse off the grime, slave collected Mistress's equipment to assist in on her mission.

"Our daughter's not responding to my texts, slave....what if the comes home in the middle of this?"

We took a risk, shut the door, and went "on task".

Mistress seemed pretty enthusiastic as she pumped into me, achieving her own cum while reducing her slave to a quivering husk of submissive hubbie.  Then she allowed me to finish the job in a more conventional way before sending me off to clean up her tools for their next usage.

After a little R & R we adjourned to the kitchen and assembled a light snack, poured some wine, then settled onto the couch to watch an indie film -"The Overnighter" - about a Seattle couple that move to LA and share a strange evening with a kinky LA couple.  Mistress was still in that short nightie, sans undies. As the movie kicked into a distinctly swinger vibe and clothes were shed on the screen, slave lazily fondled Mistress's clean shaven folds....

But just as she was about to enjoy her 3rd, maybe 4th, cum of the evening, a key rattled in the door.

Naturally, it was our daughter, with her eager to please boyfriend, who is finishing up his own degree this semester. He must have decided on a conjugal visit off campus.

At least I had my pants on.  But Mistress was still in a less dressed state, and struggled to make sure her folds were covered and her lovely breasts were not peeking out as the boyfriend did his best Eddie Haskel impression, chatting us up about how our work has been going, yada, yada, yada.

Meanwhile slave quickly froze our movie, which otherwise would have created the impression that Mom and Dad were watching some sort of softcore porn while the kids were out.

I know we were a tad embarrassed. Not sure the boyfriend was embarrassed as he got a healthy dose of Mistress's generous cleavage looking down on her from the edge of our cozy couch.

Fortunately, the two horny 20 somethings soon adjourned to her cramped bedroom, just across the hall from our own.

I wonder if they feel any less weird about doing it across the hall from us than we will this morning doing it across the hall from them?

Window of Opportunity

Our cute former co-ed has a job!!!

It may not be a career path. Who knows.  But at least she's not just hunkered down in the house between trips to the gym and the mall, as she has been for the last few months since graduation.

"She was driving me a little crazy, slave!"

Mistress's "office" is here at our house. When she's not out meeting with clients, she is hunkered down at her computer writing and communicating. Typically, it's a nice, quiet, relaxed environment.

Except when someone else is lurking around, tramping up and down the stairs, looking over her shoulder.  But with our daughter spending the work day out .... actually working.... well that restores Mistress's privacy.

And there is a side benefit too, isn't there?

And I'm not just talking about the chance to spend some private time with her favorite power tool.

What's the point of having the privilege of "messing around" if there is no safe and private place to get together with a prospective, or even an old reliable lover.

Mistress mentioned at dinner last night that she is having lunch with K today, just up the street from our house.

Will K suggest after lunch that they adjourn back to the UCTMW HQ   for a quickie?

Will Mistress acquiesce?

It will have me wondering at lunch time down at my own office.

Genital Toaster?

Our readers will likely be pleased to know that slave was in his cage yesterday from about 7:30 am until nearly 10 pm.  Not only was there a long work day, but after work I picked up Mistress and took her to a community event, and then later to dinner. There was no whining on my part for an "early parole" during the brief period when I was home.

Not that Mistress would have indulged me.

And at the "community event", in which slave had to do some performance art,  suspect no one would have noticed that Mistress's slave was under lock and key beneath my business attire.

When we got home we both had a chance to see Diane's comment (Diane is Terri's dominant wife over at A Married Sissy) concerning slave's lame Saturday morning excuse about cold weather somehow impairing my ability to squeeze into the steel ring that is the base for my cock cage.

She suggested that there are ways to do "genital warming" to solve the problem, though her real solution seemed to be "don't let him out of the cage in the first place."

Fortunately for me, Mistress likes to have ready and frequent access to her slave's "work-a-day" cock, particularly since her side-dish has been out of action for some weeks now.  And as for genital warming - well I'm not sure what she had in mind.  I suppose a hot shower would have done the trick, but I was pressed for time Saturday morning, with no time for showering and warming that way.

This could be a great  idea for some creative entrepreneur looking for something to introduce to the "As Seen on TV"  marketplace.  I can hear it now:

"New - from the inventor of the George Forman grill - the genital toaster. Make sure your male submissive never has some lame excuse that keeps him from popping into his cock cage on those cold winter mornings!"

If you act now, we'll throw in a pair of chrome nipple clamps!

Rain Check Redemption Day

I know some of our readers were appalled at the notion that on Saturday slave failed to consummate his caging properly, using cold weather and the physiological consequences as a lame excuse. And somehow a "rain-check" seemed even less slave like to some of you.

Yesterday I dodged the cage by riding my bike to work.

Definitely don't want that cage grating against a bike saddle over my 10 mile commute to and from work, right?

But today -- no excuses. Mistress reminded me of my obligations, and I diligently remembered to grab my hard steel ring and slide into it this morning before the cold set in.  It's set to go, and ready for some wake up sex before the cover is applied and Mistress snaps the lock closed.

And it's likely to be a long cage day, since slave will be attending a public event with Mistress this evening. Somehow I doubt she's going to spring me loose before that event is over and we share some dinner on the town.

Hope that makes the rabble happy!

Crowded House

Mistress and Slave are still here, though we have had to go into deep under cover this weekend, not because of any security breach (fingers still crossed), but because both of our daughters are here this weekend. Our walls are a little too thin when all four of us are sleeping upstairs.

But despite our lack of privacy, we did somehow leverage a "two-a-day" out of Saturday's challenging environment.

There was some robust wake-up sex, plus some bonus sex after a restful after afternoon nap.

I think the latter took Mistress by surprise.

As we woke from our nap around 6 pm, Mistress figured her slave was going to take a pass.

"I guess it's too crowded here for sex this afternoon, slave?"

"Not so fast", Mistress.

I put some music on to mask the sounds of pleasuring from the daughter was seemed to be enjoying some screen time on the other side of our bedroom wall.  Then furtively dived under the sheets and betwixt Mistress's thighs.

She definitely made it worth my while.

There was one problem yesterday though.

Mistress had scheduled a cage day for me since we were both heading in different directions for much of the day.  But slave screwed up.  I forgot to slide on the hard steel collar before our morning engagement. And Mistress left the house promptly after that, forgetting to make sure her orders were carried out.

Now don't assume I need to be nagged. I remembered the cage after I showered, but, sadly, the cold weather that has set in here had its typical physiological impact. My balls had contracted so close to my body that it was impossible, despite much poking and prodding, to slide coax them through that hard steel ring.

Oops.

When Mistress discovered my uncaged status on her return she was not pleased.

"I guess I owe you a rain check, Mistress."

"That's the least of it slave".

I have a feeling that the nasty wooden back scratcher may get broken out again once our nest is empty again.

Finally, thanks to all of you who commented after Friday's blog  with encouragement to stick around here. It's great to know you would miss us!

Exit Strategy?

It's been a somewhat tumultuous week here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Slave has been involved in a bit of a political uprising in town. Mistress got some nasty text messages from an angry operative as a result of my "acting out". She was not pleased, and for good reasons. My loud mouth had given her unnecessary grief.

"Maybe I should just head out to our SW hideaway for a few weeks slave, until all this stuff passes."

Who could blame her. But I sure hope she sticks around. I would miss her terribly. Plus, She might put me in the cage and take the key with her for the duration.

Some of our readers will be pleased to learn that  I was in my cage all day Tuesday when this happened, actually until around 10 pm, because my older daughter was over to watch the big "debate". But I have been  uncaged since Tuesday night,  because I biked to work. (At least the incentive of going cageless is good for my fitness!)

Wednesday evening our daughter was away, and with an empty nest, Mistress was free to "lower the boom". Or, in this case, what she lowered onto my ass, with a snap of her wrist ,was that nasty long wooden back scratcher that has become her preferred punishment tool .

"You're getting ten, slave...."

And I did.

Ouch.

Afterwards, slave made amends with some attentive devotion to those alluring clean shaven folds.  Hopefully I have atoned, and will pay closer attention to Mistress's warning that I more judiciously wag my tongue in the next few weeks.

Well if my tongue is  wagging, we all know where it should be, right?

In the meantime, Mistress wondered if we should pull down the blog, as an extra security measure, just in case our political foes start poling around for dirt.

We are holding off on that for now, but don't be surprised if we go "on the lam" sometime soon, at least for a while, until the coast is somewhat clearer.

Cage Day

Mistress and slave had a low key weekend after our Friday night "(ass)fuck-fest".  Despite the presence of our net re-infesting daughter (who got a job this week! hooray!), Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool Sunday morning to help deliver a little extra fun beneath the sheets.

And of course there was that stirring comeback by the local Pussycats Sunday afternoon against the cocky team from Starbucks' town.

Monday, on the other hand was a bit of a sexual desert here in River City.  Mistress had one of those way-too-early meetings which foreclosed any am nookie. And by the time we got home from a political event downtown last night, we were too tuckered for anything more than some husbandly worship before it was lights out.

But Mistress gave some instructions before she drifted off.

"Slave, no excuse for you not to wear that cage tomorrow...."

"Yes, Mistress....."

"By the way, I have a lunch engagement tomorrow downtown..... I'll be stopping by your office beforehand....."

So we expect some wake up sex here this morning, a drop by for some late morning worship, and a long day in the cage for slave.


Hopefully that will appease all our readers in the "more chastity time for that pampered Mick" camp.

Re-Balancing the Sex Scales

Sure, we had an unscheduled abstinence Wednesday this week.

But what goes around comes around.

It turns out that Friday was an embarrassment of sex riches for Mistress. And her slave can't complain either.

I was forced to drive to work Friday because of an interview I had to do at a local TV station. Hard to arrive there all sweaty and in my riding shorts. Without any excuses, Mistress made sure I was under lock and key for the day. But before she closed the lock there was some lovely wake up sex, with her work-a-day cock in a particularly avid state because of the hard steel ring that embraced her /my cock and balls.

(Side note: I wonder what my TV audience would think if they knew the guy on their flat screen trying to amuse and persuade them was wearing a steel contraption in his pants.  And are the guys behind the anchor desk, or maybe on the Presidential debate stage under comparable restraint? If so, which ones?)

Then there was a drop by at her Slave's office for some pre-lunch worship.  Mistress had a lunch engagement downtown, and was generous enough to leave enough time before lunch for me to sink to my knees on my office floor to get a little appetizer before my own lunch.  It's still pretty warm here in River City, so Mistress was still in bare legs mode, making it easy for her to simply slide out of her black panties, spread her legs, and let her slave do what he does best.

Then, at the end of the day, there was some bonus activity in the UCTMW Executive Suite.  Fortunately, our lovely "college grad looking to start the next phase of her life" had evening plans. She was leaving as I was pulling into the driveway.

Mistress had a determined glint in her eye when I climbed the stairs and found her on my bed.

"We're all alone, slave..... please get out my supplies...."

Of course, she was referring to her strap-on and lube. She had mentioned the possibility of an ass fucking during our mid-day worship. Apparently it was not just idle conversation.

Slave knows when to follow orders, and I quickly retrieved her chosen tools.

But something was still missing.

"Have you found the riding crop yet, slave?"

Oops.

I had forgotten to look since last Friday.

"Then I guess we just have to go back to that hard wooden back scratcher slave....."

Ouch.  I hate that thing. remember my splotchy ass from last week?

Mistress seemed torn though.

"I'm not sure you really deserve it this week slave.  You've been much better at paying me attention, probably because of the punishment you got last Friday. But if I don't keep it up....then maybe you revert to bad behavior?"

It's a classic disciplinarian dilemma, isn't it? Spare the rod....blah, blah, blah.

Mistress found the prudent middle path.

"Get in position, slave.....I'm only going to give you three strokes this week to encourage you to keep up the good work...."

Though that damn thing sure stings, 3 strokes was more than tolerable.

Then we went onto the main course, with Mistress mounting me from behind, and seemingly enjoying her thrusts into my accepting orifice, culminating in a rather dramatic cum.

Very cathartic for both of us.

Afterwards we snuggled a bit, then Mistress allowed me to take my reward in a more traditional way.

As you might expect, we certainly slept well last night!

Say It Ain't So.

Slave definitely fucked up yesterday.

I had an early morning meeting. Mistress had suggested I wake her no earlier than 7 am for our wake-up sex rituals.  But when I returned to the UCTMW executive suite (I am an early riser) she was still dead to the world. It was clear she was not inclined to be roused (and aroused) so early.

So we passed on morning sex, giving our selves rain checks for the evening.

But.... we met downtown around 5:30 pm for a political event, she accompanied me to another speaking engagement, then back downtown. After a couple of drinks and dinner at a funky local bistro we finally arrived home in separate cars around 10 pm..... and crashed.

I even forgot to offer the services of my devoted lips and tongue.

So there has been no cumming, even for Mistress for a whole 24 hours. (Unless she resorted to self-abuse yesterday without cluing me in.) It was an accidental, unscheduled abstinence day.

I clearly dropped the ball.

Our reputation is on the line.

If word gets out on this I may have my sex-blogger card revoked.

Fortunately, this is a new day.

Time to get to work.

The Return of Woody

After some bracing wake-up sex, this Ol' Slave spent the day in his cage yesterday, going about my daily duties, then returning home to be sprung loose for a pre-dinner bike ride with Mistress.

As it turns out, while slave was under lock and key, Mistress was having a lunch date with a suitor who popped back up on her radar screen after a couple of years.

You may remember Woody. He was the guy who for a while dated Mistress's former boss, then asked her out to lunch. She was impressed with the guy's mental chops, education, and ability to carry on an adult conversation.  But there was no .... chemistry.  Somehow she mentioned that her husband gives her "permission" to carry on outside the marital bed. Of course this egged him on to no end, ending in his effort to kiss her in a shopping mall parking lot after lunch one day.

Mistress made her lack of interest clear, and that seemed to be that.

But then, yesterday, Mistress mentioned he had been back in touch. And she had agreed to another lunch date.

"Who knows slave.... he's smart, and maybe there can at least be a business connection...."

After their lunch, and then later on our bike ride, Mistress filled me in on how things went.

"It was nice slave... he is interesting... smart... we had a nice conversation about politics and all the rest."

She reminded me of his qualifications.... a little younger than me, advanced degrees, published author, single and available, and very attracted to Mistress.

"He kept saying how smart and attractive and fun to be with I am, slave...."

Mistress does like a little flattery.  Who doesn't.

"But...."

"The problem is the same, slave.... no chemistry... in fact negative chemistry.... he's too short....too nebbishy...."

"Still too much  like Woody Allen?"

"Exactly Slave.... I almost feel sorry for him...."

"Hmmm.... a candidate for a sympathy fuck?"

Mistress gave me a look that suggested if I pressed on that she might get that wooden back scratcher out, so I let that hang.

Poor Woody.  If he made his own movies he could always cast himself opposite some hot younger babe -- a teenaged Mariel Hemingway or young Diane Keaton -- but if your just a brainy science writer like this Woody, what you gonna do?

So Mistress left poor Woody in the dust one more time.

"He tried to give me one of those kisses again, on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant."

"How did you handle that?"

"Just turned my face so he got my cheek, slave."

Poor Woody.

Tights Season Has an Inauspicious Start

Mistress and slave had a pretty laid back weekend here in River City. There was that raucous night of domestic discipline and ass fucking Friday night. More wake-up sex on Saturday, and then even more sex here Saturday afternoon.

Cold and gloom had descended on our town, with the thermometer stuck in the 40's. It meant there was no excuse but to huddle in bed and let nature take its course.

Sunday was a little busier. After deploying Mistress's favorite power tool as a prelude to our morning sex, Slave spent the afternoon watching the now 4-0 Pussycats send the Chiefs back to the reservation.  (I do miss our old blogger compadre Suzanne when football season kicks in, since Mistress is hardly a sports fan!) Mistress spent some time with her Mother and sister who was in town this weekend.

Back at home at around 5:30, we were back in bed, and Mistress enjoyed a little more worship before we paged through the Times.

Mistress pointed out this article on the history of stockings and pantyhose in yesterday's magazine: The Politics of Pantyhose.  The gist is that the workplace expectation that women wear hose to cover their lovely stems is some hideous form of male repression. The trend is to leave them in the drawer, gathering lint. On the other hand, bare legs, even in the cold of winter are a "power move" by those women who have the legs (like Mistress) which can pull that off. If not, I guess you go with Hillary Clinton-esque popsicle colored pants suits?

In any event, this leaves a pampered if pathetic slave, with a tights fetish that goes back to middle school,  drooling over memories when all those "oppressed" women would show up on the street in their tights and hose once summer turned to fall. A gawker's delight! It's clear those times have passed.

I guess I am just stuck with football!

Another thing I am stuck with - based on popular demand apparently - is my cock cage.  My body is a little stiff from a lot of bike riding yesterday (to and from the game), so I'll be driving to work. And under Mistress's newly enforced rules, it's a cage day. I've already got that solid steel ring in place.

Are you happy, rabble?

Ouch!

Mistress was definitely in a feisty mood when Slave emerged from the early October gloom at the end of the work day.

I was allowed to shower off the detritus of my bike ride home through a mix of blustery wind and mist. But after that, the agenda was hers. And, very conveniently, our daughter had just left the house for the evening.

"It's been a very long time since I fucked you in the ass, slave....go fetch our supplies...."

It had been a while. So it took me some time to gather up her "tools" : the leather strap-on harness. It's plastic "business end". And of course the lubricant.

But, sadly, that was not all the equipment needed.

"And get the riding crop too, slave.... be quick about it."

Maybe it was Freudian, but I had absolutely no recall where the riding crop was. It's clearly been gathering dust somewhere.  When I made that confession, she had a substitute in mind. And I quickly came to regret my lack of preparation.

She emerged from the closet with her strap-on in place and a wicked wooden "back scratcher" in hand.  About 15 inches long, and very, very hard.

Slave obediently assumed the position, and proceeded to endure Mistress's wacking on my back side, with a good deal of squirming involved. I guess this is when some restraints would come in handy, because my inability to stay in one place had me enduring some extra wacks as Mistress ordered me to get back into position.

"So what is this punishment for?", I had the temerity to ask between whines of pain.

"You've not been paying enough attention to me, slave...."

Sadly, that's probably true.  I have been a little distracted at work and with some civic activity these last few weeks. Mistress deserves more. And she taught me that lesson very, very effectively.

When the whacks stopped falling, slave was shuddering a bit, and very relieved.  Mistress decided to take a photo to commemorate the occasion.

"This is for sharing with our readers, slave....."

Clearly, she's still appeasing the rabble. Although I have a feeling most of you will find my pale, blotchy ass less than appealing. Wouldn't you much rather see Mistress's bottom? With or without crop marks?

Rest assured that my butt is now back to normal, and that Mistress seemed to take much pleasure in deploying her strap-on. She always cums with mucho gusto when she gets to do all that thrusting.

And slave was allowed to take his own pleasure too after Mistress had done her "worst" on my aging ass.

After the dust settled, we settled down to watch a kinky Australian movie ("My Mistress"), culminating a night of excess that was too long in the cumming.

"We need to do this more often, slave", she murmurred, snuggling against me as I massaged her feet.

We am I to disagree.

Glad You Are All Amused

Based on the volume and tone of your comments here yesterday, it's clear you are all pleased as punch about this pampered house slave being locked away for the day.

You will be happy to know Mistress was pleased too.

"It really is reassuring to know you're under lock  and key slave.... I think you called and texted me more through the day...."

Mistress likes her slave to be in touch and attentive.

And I might add it was a long day in the cage.  Mistress had a drink with Jay around 5 pm. Jay's still working through a family medical crisis, so there was no sex involved. Then she went to a Board meeting, not getting home until 9 pm.

Slave was home, preparing dinner for our back at home daughter, and one of my older daughters and her husband. So while I was not in an apron and panties like Terri might be, I was attending to domestic chores.

And I was certainly grateful when Mistress arrived home and she popped me loose after about 14 hours on lock down. You get bet I showed my gratitude by some extended time between those firm and fit thighs.

As for Diane's comment that this become a more regular routine, Mistress seems to agree.

"If you're not riding your bike, I can see no reason for you not to be caged, slave...."

Now that's an incentive to get more exercise if I ever heard one.

I'm hoping its not a rainy day today.

Our Readers Are Appeased

Are you happy now?

All of those comments pointing out to Mistress that it's been a while since I wore that cock cage gathering dust in my sock drawer apparently reached critical miss.

I got the following text yesterday afternoon at work:

"I read those comments slave.... they're right..... we need to get you back in that cock cage."

There was even a postscript about getting out her strap-on Friday evening when our daughter has plans to spend the night elsewhere.

So Mistress has succumbed to the demands of our rabble of readers, sort of like a Roman Empress looking to the Coliseum riff-raff and asking whether to let the lions devour a Christian or two?

Slave knows how to follow orders though.  I made sure to smuush my cock and balls through that hard steel ring this morning when I climbed out of bed, before I head back upstairs for some wake-up sex. At least she'll have a particularly hard cock before it goes into lock down.

I hope you're all happy.