A Domme-ey Launch To Our Holiday Weekend

A Memorial Day weekend in our empty nest here in River City seems a rare but enjoyable opportunity for some laid back time together. More typically, we've been away for this weekend, or kids and family activities have gummed up the works. But not this year....

Friday night was the annual opening night "adults only" pot luck dinner at our local swim club. And although ours is really an urban neighborhood, there is something about all those middle aged or older white folks walking in with their plates of summer salads, or store bought buckets of soggy fried chicken that screams suburbs in the 60's. We enjoyed spending time with another couple about Mistress's age, drinking wine and sharing summer plans.

Saturday morning arose, and we pushed away the mental fog of a little too much vino at poolside for some rather feisty wake-up sex.  Mistress was in the mood for some cock riding after I started things off with some devotion from my needy lips and tongue. And who was I to deny her?  I confess I enjoy the passive role I play when she rides my cock to a cum or too. If she wants to do the work, who am I to complain?

We then went our separate ways for a while. I spent time indulging by cute grandsons. She had lunch with the Dowager Domme. I wanted to take a photo of the kinky boots she arrived in (some strange combination of open toes and leather cuffs at the ankles) but I had no good excuse to fumble for my camera as she read a magazine on our living room couch waiting for Mistress to primp a little before they walked up the block.

With family duties over by around 1:30, Mistress insisted on a trip back to the pool, where she swam some laps and slave read the paper. We sunned ourselves for a while, before heading home for a late afternoon nap, with plans to walk up the street to a movie around 7:30 pm.

We woke with some time for a 2nd round of love making, and Mistress was in no mood for vanilla.

"Get my supplies, slave....."

Of course, she meant her strap-on and harness, which I scrambled to assemble.

"And the riding crop too....."

Oops.  She was in a Domme-ish mood.

It took me a while to find the crop, which somehow had worked it's way to the back of the closet. But I knew if it could not be found, Mistress had other implements at hand. Some fresh bamboo from our garden? or maybe that wicked wooden back scratcher.  At least the crop has a bit of give in it.

At her command, I assumed "the position" on our bed.  And Mistress began to not so gently lay into my aging butt.

"I think you're encouraging some of those women who flirt with you slave....."

She seemed to be referencing that lady at the political event Monday night.   I knew there would be no point in arguing on my own defense when she had a crop on her hand.

"Owww......"

"Stop squirming slave.... you'll only earn yourself more...."

Fortunately, it seemed my "flirting" had only earned me 10 or so firm swipes of the crop. No doubt my ass was red, but the paid receded soon enough. She left me in my indignity to go feed the cats. But Mistress had other plans for me, and when her task was complete, she slid on her leather harness with its firm, protruding accessory.

"You know what to do, Slave....."

I rolled back over, a pillow under my pelvis, and soon she was pressing into me.

It seemed like she took longer than usual, pumping into her complaint slave with increasing gusto, until she spent herself with a rather impressive cum, maybe her 4th of the day? But who's counting.

And fortunately for me, she was not so spent as to deny her slave the chance to for a a 2nd round of sexual release of the day.

So while she was firm yesterday afternoon, no one could argue that she wasn't fair.

Threesome Part Deaux

I believe Mistress and I were on the same page when it came to our discussion of a hypothetical threesome. It was in the context of her instructing me to ask permission if another woman ever caught my eye (or some other less discerning body part).  So when I said I was not interested in spending time with another woman, but that a threesome might be fun, I was clearly referring to a 2 babes / 1 guy dynamic, and probably of the traditional sort - Where the guy gets to mess around with two babes who just can't get enough. I think Mistress understood exactly what I was talking about.


Of course,  the opportunity to get some R & R and watch while the wife and another woman go  at it has it's appeal too, particularly if one of them is taking charge....

But then Diane chimed in and suggested that the only way Mistress should allow her slave to get involved in a three way is when his cock is safely caged away, the way she Paul, and Terri roll. Sadly, none of Mistress's male lovers have ever wanted me to witness their sexual shenanigans with my wife.  The closest I have come has been spending the night in an adjoining bedroom, or watching some relatively chaste kissing before they adjourn to the bedroom.

But I suppose there's hope that Mistress will find a lover more willing to embrace the cuckold element of this sort of arrangement. And a three way with Mistress and another woman could certainly involve restrictions on my own release, whether caged or not.

There's the pegging approach:


Or the blindfold and plug treatment:


Or the old trusty face ride while riding the strap on approach:



But I have to say I am still partial to something more conventional, at this the first time around:

Threesome?

On Monday night, Mistress and slave attended a political fundraising event downtown, mentioned here on Wednesday morning.  That was the evening that tall black gentleman gave Mistress a gratuitous hug and complement about her "sexy" demeanor.

But on another front, Mistress got to talk in person to a woman about her own age that has been involved in local politics for a while, and that slave had lunch with a few weeks back. Our lunch involved comparing notes on some local political machinations, as well as the ongoing Hillary v. Bernie wars that have been raging on social media.

When we got home, Mistress gave me that raised eyebrow look.

"I think she has an eye on you, slave...."

Mistress does have a proclivity to suspect that some of slave's female acquaintances have ulterior motivations. I tend to scoff.

"I doubt it Mistress.  What sensible woman would be interested in this mouldering specimen?"

"Don't be so sure, slave..... you're still quite handsome. and very clever. women like that...."

Slave snorted. Maybe a decade or so ago I picked up some vibes from women every now and then. But not in some time. It's what happens when you're over the hill.

Then Mistress took things in an unexpected direction.

"You know slave, if you even have an inclination to get involved with another woman, you just need to ask permission...."

Duh.

Now how does a husband under contract to his wife go there?

Is this a trick question?  It seemed that way, and slave wasn't biting.

"Well I don't anticipate that happening, Mistress.  In my years of experience the one thing I have learned is that getting involved with another woman is much more trouble than it's worth... with you as the one notable exception."

"I'm serious slave.  If I have permission, maybe you should too.  But you need to let me know."

"Rest assured Mistress, I'm not interested in getting involved with another woman. I have enough trouble making sure I've pleased you sufficiently...why would I take on someone else. Way more trouble than it's worth."

Of course there I was risking offending Mistress. I wasn't suggesting she was "too much trouble", just that finding the time and energy to amuse and satisfy another woman at my age would be too big a hill to climb.

But I did throw her a change-up.

"But I think a threesome would be entertaining."

"Really, slave.... a threesome?"

"What red blooded American guy hasn't fantasized about taking on two women at a time... or seeing them please one another?

I think I piqued her curiosity.

"Hmmmm...... how would that happen.....?"

Good question.

Day of Denial

Mistress must have been listening to all of you whiners about her slave not spending enough time in his cage. Monday - a day when I could not ride my bike to work - she insisted that I had gotten off the hook a little too often.

"No excuses today, slave...."

"Yes, Mistress."

The worst part was that she had one of those very early morning meetings, which meant slave went into lock down under less than optimal circumstances - there had been no discharge of those manly bodily fluids since Sunday morning.

I had to self lock on Monday morning, since Mistress was already gone to her meeting. my balls were particularly un-cooperative as I attempted to wiggle and smush them through the hard steel ring. Maybe I should have opted for the plastic CB brand lock, which has its own shortcomings - those moving parts that tend to pinch flesh and snag pubic hair at inopportune times. I always wonder if folks ask themselves "what's Mick squirming and fidgeting about" when that happens.

In any event, it wasn't like I was on the "honor system". Mistress was stopping by at the end of the day to join me at an early evening political event. That meant She could verify that her slave was securely locked down, which she did when she arrived at my office at around 5:30 pm.

Of course with Mistress in my office, it would have been negligent not to offer her the chance for some sexual relief - it had been since Sunday evening that I had the chance to pleasure her at home.  She seemed content after I finished my job, kneeling before her as she stroked my head in satisfaction. But the fresh taste of her sweet juices on my tongue, lips and face made slave a little uncomfortable, as my restrained cock jerked and shuddered in frustration against that hard steel confinement. Mistress may have noticed my discomfort.

"Awww.... poor slave... all locked away....."

We walked over to a local bar for the political reception, and spent an hour hob knobbing with old friends and hangers on.  I doubt any of them suspected that the gentlemen in the blue suit with the hottest babe there was in a steel cock cage.

At one point I was talking to one group and Mistress was in another,next to the bar. I noticed a tall, slender African American man, probably in his 40's,  approach Mistress and give her a hug, whisper in her ear, and then move to the other side of the room.

Hmmm.... no one I recognized. On our way back to our cars I asked Mistress who the guy was who gave her that hug.

"I have no idea slave.....he just walked up, gave me a hug and  and said "you sure look sexy...."

She didn't seem to mind at all.

We stopped at a local BBQ joint for an al fresco dinner before sunset, extending my time on lock down.  At home around 8:30 pm, Mistress finally allowed me to pop off that steel contraption and let the family jewels loose.

Ahhhhh.

Sadly, we were both a little too tired for a sexual nightcap. It wasn't until Tuesday morning that slave finally got to break that long tortuous  48 hours of denial.  And we did it in good style, with some exuberant cock riding by Mistress as a prelude for slave's own release.

Sometimes the wait is worth it.

Evening On the Town

Mistress and slave have been homebodies of late. We enjoy our own company and there have not been many excuses for us to hang out with other folks.

But on Saturday night we were out in our rebounding downtown, Mistress all dressed up in a sexy and elegant black dress, and slave in a dark suit. A male couple Mistress works with were celebrating their first wddinganniversary. They had been married in NYC about a year ago, only weeks before the Supreme Court decided our more backward state also had to allow same sex marriages. As a practical matter, this was the fancy wedding reception that had skipped a year ago.

The festive event was held at one of those stuffy old gentlemen's  clubs which in the last century was restricted to Ivy League grads and their lunch and dinner guests. On the wall was "the Big Guy" William Howard Taft, glowering down on the proceedings. One can imagine what his reaction might have been to two gentlemen celebrating their mutual vows in his old haunt. Then again, he would have been down for the all-you-can-eat beef tenderloin and potatoes.

At the risk of sounding politically incorrect, let me just say this: gay guys throw the best parties!
Betwixt the martini bar and the wine bar and the raw bar and the charcuterie bar, Mistress and slave were certainly well fed and a little tipsy by the time the party ended with a champagne toast to the loving couple.

But for Mistress the best part was the macaroon bar. It's an addiction for her that slave has trouble relating to. But vive le difference!

As the party concluded, we decided to skip the official "after party" and trolled down the moonlit avenue to a tasteful piano bar run by a fellow who always gushes over Mistress when she graces his door. And of course he did that again on Saturday night, giving Mistress a tight hug when we found him at the bar.

As you might imagine, we slept in a little later on Sunday morning, and our wake-up sex was slow and leisurely.  Mistress seemed grateful that I pulled out her favorite power tool for a double cum before she indulged me with the favor of her clean shaven folds.

But a new work week has dawned. Mistress has one of those way too early meetings this morning, so there will be no wake up sex.  And slave can't ride to work because I have a "dress up" work day today.

"No bike, slave....you know what that means.... in your cage...."

Oops.

"Yes, Mistress."

I wonder if Mistress has been paying attention to Diane's crack down over at "A Married Sissy"?

Free Terri!

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we had a quiet evening at home Friday. Mistress visited Trader Joe's and collected some goodies for a little "picnic" dinner.  There was some time in bed - and some worship - before we enjoyed our dinner and caught up on some TV episodes we had in the "Q". (The People vs. O.J. Simpson, a surprisingly compelling re-telling of a very familiar story). Today should be equally laid back, and Mistress has even threatened to pull out her strap - on this afternoon if Slave is well behaved.

Speaking about  submissives behaving badly, I woke this morning to discover that Diane, the lady of the house over at A Married Sissy has pulled the plug on Terri's blogging privileges. It's a little unclear what motivated this crack down on Terri's right of free expression, as well as our daily source of amusement about the adventures of Diane, her "sissy" husband Terri, and her lover Paul. But I suspect the "crime" was a little sustained whining by Terri that he has been cut off from sexual satisfaction for the rest of the month. And considering the fact that he is perpetually cock caged by Diane, she does have the ability to keep a very literal lid on Terri's fun.

But consider this Diane:  Terri has willingly agreed to hand you the key to his sexual release, without any apparent whining about the rigors of your daily confinement of his family jewels. He has also written an (almost)  daily blog documenting his devotion to you and your sexual contentment. You are on the pedestal that Terri constructed, and all of us get to admire the view.

Considering all that, what's the harm in a little public whining about his desire for some sexual gratification. You can always say "Hell No". And when he reports your hardcore insistence that he remain on lock down, I suspect that triggers a whole lot of sexual fantasizing about you and your hardcore Domme-ish ways.  Now what's the harm in that? Don't you get a little thrill at the thought of all those guys and gals getting off vicariously on your handling of your hubby?

And if you are determined to impose a punishment upon your impertinent sissy husband, can't it be something that doesn't involve a disruption of his always entertaining blog?  Maybe something like on the left?



Free Terri! (Not from his cage, but to communicate his pent up angst to the rest of us).

Gizmo of the Century

Reading Terri's "A Married Sissy"  entry this morning I realized that I had missed  the arrival of this year's "National Masturbation Month".  That's not something slave thinks about much.  I am so pampered by open access to Mistress's clean shaven folds that I rarely have the yearning for "self help". Instead, I follow the "no touch" rule, unless given specific authorization from Mistress.

But it seems timely to note something that Donna, our Senior correspondent passed along this week: Notice that Time magazine has listed the (formerly) Hitachi Magic Wand as one of its top ten most influential gizmos of all time - up there with the I-phone, Sony Walkman, and HP DeskJet printer.  Here is a chunk of the press release from the current Magic Wand maker:

Time Magazine notes that fans and therapists have “extolled the Wand’s virtues”, and that it appeared on Sex and the City in 2002. It also notes the Magic Wand’s enduring association in popular vernacular with the company that invented it, Hitachi.

The Magic Wand, previously the “Hitachi Magic Wand”, became widely known after sex educators like Betty Dodson, Joni Blank and Dell Williams recommended the massager to their clients, starting in the 1970s. Since then consumers have loved it for its power, quality and reliable satisfaction. In 2015, the Magic Wand Original was joined on store shelves by the Magic Wand Rechargeable, a cordless massager offering the freedom to enjoy the wand’s pleasures almost anywhere, anytime.

“We are humbled that the Magic Wand has been recognized in this way by Time Magazine,” says Shay Martin, Vice President of Vibratex, Inc., exclusive importer of the Magic Wand since 2000. “Consumers, therapists and reviewers have praised and recommended the Magic Wand for over thirty years; still it is an honor to see the ‘Cadillac of vibrators’ on this iconic one-time list by Time Magazine,” adds Martin.

Of course, the Hitachi has been at the top of Mistress's favorite gizmos for a long time too.  It's a nice supplement for fun and games here at the UCTMW World HQ when she gets bored with my avid lips and tongue. And it would not surprise me if it gets whipped out from time to time when Slave is working late or away for business.  I also know that her occasional side-dish Jay enjoys watching Mistress put on a little show for him with her favorite power tool.  Apparently it is now a universally acknowledged go to tool for discerning women world wide - and for a few men too, based on Terri's candid disclosures about how Diane uses it while he remains confined to his cock cage.

I did a little research this morning for some illustrations and had not realized all of the accessories available for this classic gizmo. Check out this tumblr page if you are interested.hitachi magic wand original

Here is a photo of one woman's elaborate accessory collection:

Obviously, Slave needs to be helping Mistress add to her collection.  I particularly liked this one, which would be nice to have around should we get back into our "switch day" ritual:

 Anyone know where I can find one?

Ideas For A Reader Looking to Scratch a "Femdom" Itch.

Mistress and slave made it safely home from our 5 day work/leisure getaway late yesterday afternoon, with some time left for a nice bike ride before dinner.

Our weekend went as (un)planned. The weather was  grey and cold on Saturday, giving us an excuse to “shelter in place” in our rustic room after a long walk to and from breakfast. Another “two-a-day” was part of our plan, and Mistress punctuated our afternoon session with some vigorous cock riding.

Sunday dawned with some bright sunshine. And though it was still unseasonably cold out we took a long walk on the beach after some cozy wake-up sex. 

All in all, our getaway was a nice chance to spend some time together before heading into a few challenging weeks of work and family duties.

When we arrived home we noticed some hefty comments to Saturday morning’s blog. Our anonymous blog historian presented an  interesting perspective on Mistress and slave’s style of communicating. And “Lapsed Catholic” responded in detail to my question about whether her husband was clued in on her own AM fueled couplings:

Thank you so much for the wonderful responses. No my husband is not aware, I tried to spice up the sex life before joining AM but alas no joy, he would not even entertain a vibrator. I have tried to swing our lives around and am slowly dripping information to him re a cuckold lifestyle. However this has to be done gently. I like the idea of denying him sex and using it as a "reward" basis. I am going to introduce a chastity device as a method of introducing the whole subject but am working the best way to do this. He is very traditional! A true British gentleman so it is taking some planning. I think he perceives me as this quiet gentle mother, fortunately Ashley Madison has provided the sex so sorely needed. Fortunately he does know I have a humour so therefore that is my "gateway" to starting the ball rolling. Oh and a fettish for boots he has! I hope you had a wonderful exploration of a weekend.

All of this might be fuel for our own readers’ imaginations and ideas.  How do you introduce an unsuspecting husband to the “benefits” of a chastity device?  And when a wife has an unfulfilled appetite  for some Femdom adventures, what do you do with a clue less husband?

It seems that the more typical situation is where the husband has an inner submissive  nagging to come out, and is searching for a way to get his wife to tag along. Surely there may be some ideas out for LC as she schemes to release her inner Domme.  Any ideas, dear readers?

My own thought ties to LC’s comments that her “British gentleman” husband has a bit of a boot fetish.  Now there’s something to start with.  LC, maybe you should start posing around the house in a get-up like the one on the left. If you get him started focused on the boots, he might start enjoying the accessories too!

Answering Reader Questions

Mistress and slave learned yesterday morning that a family event we were obligated to attend on Sunday afternoon was cancelled. And while we weren't celebrating the cancellation, we were fully prepared to take advantage of the sudden open spot on our calendar. The decision was quickly made to adjourn our little junket to Chicago to a quaint little lake front lodge we enjoy on the opposite side of  the Windy City's lakefront.  The fact that the Innkeeper is still offering a "2 for 1" night off-season rate made sticking around until Sunday all the more attractive.

So rather than the posh king sized bed and lake view we enjoyed on Wednesday and Thursday nights, we are now hunkered down in a more rustic but equally cozy king sized bed with a forest view. We arrived in time for a long walk on the deserted beach, some dinner at a local ethnic restaurant, and, of course, a couple of rounds of worship for Mistress. T he sound of the Lake surf and a pop up rain storm gently soothed us to sleep last night.

We plan some bike riding and reading and a very restful day today....and at least two rounds of sex!

But today's edition is not simply a travelogue. Our reader Lapsed Catholic (Author of the "Lapsed Catholic Wife" blog had some questions I wanted to answer:

"Do you wear a chastity device to work? What is the longest time you have been denied sex as well? I am curious. I want my husband to worship me."


LC, thanks for the question, and your interest in the blog. I checked out your blog which I have listed on our UCTMW "blog role". It sounds like you've been making good use of your Ashley Madison subscription. Mistress met some interesting folks using AM a few years back - she encountered some losers and a handful of  keepers, including her current side dish Jay.

In response to your question, I do wear my chastity cage to work on occasion, based on Mistress's desires, though not as often as some  heckling readers (like Terri) would prefer. Mistress cuts me a lot of slack, and allows me to "hang loose" when I ride my bike, or have business appointments where a metal detector might come into play. More typically, she makes me wear the cage if she is seeing another lover, or if I am going to a social occasion solo which might involve potentially attractive members of the opposite sex.

Since she likes to have her cock available on command, she does not make me wear the cage when we are together, such as while we are on this current "business" trip. An exception might be when we go to dinner with one of her lovers, or one of them visits the house, and my own appendage is not her primary source of pleasure for the evening.

How long have I gone with sustained abstinence?  This is another sore point with some of our readers. I can't think of any situations on the recent past when more than 2-3 days have gone by without a good cum. Though Mistress and I travel solo on occasion, business trips are short. If we are away longer then Mistress usually lifts her "no touch" rule and requires me to engage in a little "self abuse". Her philosophy seems to be that she does not want a horny slave on the loose without her direct supervision.

In terms of how to arrange for your husband to worship you, I can't be of much help. We all come to these arrangements in our own circuitous ways. Every marriage is a mystery to outsiders, and more often than not to insiders. Maybe our readers have some clues they can share?

I tend to think that the carrot and stick method works best, but I don't know what makes your husband tick.

Hope you continue to enjoy the blog. I've enjoyed reading about your exploits, including your culinary exploits whilst enjoying the company of your lovers. One question: is your husband aware of your escapades, or so far are they a secret? If a secret, you never know whether he might got off on the whole "cuckold" thrill. Not many of us do, but it can be a very potent accellerant for your domestic sex life.

Catching Up For Lost Time

Though Mistress was away last weekend, our little junket to the Windy City has allowed us to make up for the sad vacuum  her absence created in her slave's life.

We've spent some time walking around the City, fine dining and riding the L... the new Millenium Park has some features I hadn't noticed before, including this odd fountain that may spark some dark cuckold fantasies for some of you out there:
I will leave that one to speak for itself.

In addition, rest assured we have fully exploited the king sized bed in our lake view room with some vigorous "two a day" action that might well be prohibited by the current NFL Players' Association collective bargaining agreement. There has been some cock riding, and lots of worship. Sadly, I had to leave Mistress in bed looking quite fetching this morning to attend some work meetings:


Luckily, our weekend is just beginning, to adjourn to a quaint lakefront Inn on the other side of the lake from our current location. By the time the dust (or sand) settles, we should have more than made up for our lost Mother's Day weekend.

Road Trip

Mistress arrived home safely Monday night after her brief European hiatus with our daughter. It was strange not being able to properly pay tribute to her on Mother's Day, but at least she got to spend some solo time with her youngest daughter, he is so far away.

Her plane was delayed Monday night, and she was pretty exhausted after that long trip back. The only benefit of her delay was that I was done with a business meeting in time to pick her up myself. It would have been pathetic to make my Mistress take uber home from the airport when that's what slaves are for, isn't it?

Rest assured that despite her long trip home she was willing to allow me to show my devotion with avid lips and tongue. She had been on a longer abstinence streak than her slave, after all, so no doubt was in need of some sexual release.

It wasn't until yesterday morning that slave was allowed to enjoy the full sexual benefits of her return. After a good night's sleep Mistress was fully invigorated, and rode her slave's cock to a rather robust cum before allowing me to enjoy the full fruits of having her back in our bed.

But we won't be in that bed for long.

This morning we embark on a road trip to the Windy City for a few nights. Slave will be attending some meetings. Mistress is coming along for the ride.

We will update you on our travels, as we enjoy a few evenings of hotel room sex!

Paint It Black

Slave has been left to his own devices here in the heartland, as Mistress and our youngest "Domme in training" graze their way through one of Europe's capitols this weekend.

You will  be relieved to know I followed Mistress's instructions to the T (or would that be "O") twice: once Friday evening and again on Saturday morning, not wanting to get punished for failing to discharge those dangerous natural juices.

As Mistress warned: "I don't want you running around all horny on your own this weekend, Slave...."

What a wise and benign Mistress. So many others would have simply locked me up and given some trusted neighbor the key in case of an emergency. Or had me use one of those numbered locks that Diane is partial to.  But if I had been locked up I would not have been able to ride my bike, as I did to work on Friday, and then again on Saturday.  What good is a slave who does not remain cardiac hearty to best serve his Mistress?

And I realized that despite her sight seeing with our daughter, Mistress still had me in the back of ehr mind when she texted me this photo apparently taken in a shop window this morning:


Last night I did go out to listen to some music at a local watering hole.  Mistress made clear that I should be caged for the occasion, and I even sent her a "snap chat" to demonstrate my compliance with her wishes.

But let's get to the subject of today's illustrations.  On Friday I posted a photo of Mistress in a fetching white get up.  But all of you know that Mistress usually sticks to basic black.  She even left one of her lacy black nighties, resonant with her perfume, natural and otherwise, to fuel my sanctioned "touching" this weekend. I went back through the moldy photo archives here at the UCTMW World HQ and found some choice examples or her preference for black.


Enjoy!  I know I enjoyed thumbing through this collection!

Flashback Friday

I dropped Mistress off at our local aerodrome yesterday afternoon, and woke this morning to a text that Mistress had arrived safely at her European destination.  Photos of her and our youngest "domme in training" are already popping up on facebook as they graze across one of the vaunted capitols of Europe.

Meanwhile, slave is back here in River City contemplating my day.

Mistress laid out some basic rules:

1) cage if I go out, other than when I ride my bike. It's a nice day here today, and there is a powerful incentive to ride that bike. Should I bring my cage and put it on at work?  The rules are ambiguous on that.
2) the "no touch" rule is suspended until Sunday night. Indeed, Mistress has instructed me to "touch" daily on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. But photographic evidence is required.  That means the uncomfortable taking of the "dick pic" which is them texted to Mistress.  Sounds like the snap chat app will be dusted off this weekend.

But for those of you looking for some "touch fodder" of your own, here are a few from the vault.



I recall this photo on the left from a trip Mistress took several years ago when she traveled to Europe with her mother and sister. Was it Our Western Correspondent who was pulling the strings back then, and told her to afix this clothespin to her nipple prior to some finger fiddling?

And (below) here's another photo from the vault. This is when Mistress and I were commuting betwixt River City and Orlando, before the blog started.  Mistress tended to greet me on my arrival in something alluring. And while this get up is a change of pace from her traditional black, it certainly is tongue tempting, isn't it?

When Mistress is Away....

Mistress is headed off for a long weekend today to visit our adventurous younger daughter who is "studying" abroad this year. That will leave slave to his own, pathetic  devices until Monday.

She's made clear what rules apply .... "I want you in that cage when you go out, slave."

Fortunately, there will be an exception when I am riding my bike. (I can hear Terri and Diane snorting in derision over that line, but slave has to stay semi-buff doesn't he?).

I will "keep myself busy" with work, time with cute grandkids, visits to my fading Mother, and maybe a little NBA play-off basketball.  Mistress will be back before I know it.

Sadly, there won't be much blog fodder for our readers while my nearly four day separation from Mistress will transpire.  I guess I can provide some flash back filler with old photos of Mistress from the vaults.

Stay tuned!

Hoping to Avoid a Primary Night Backslide.

After the dust settled on Saturday afternoon, with slave suitably chastened, we went back to a more normal routine. There was dinner with the Dowager Domme for her birthday on Saturday night, and a Sunday that featured a bike ride and some lolling about with the New York Times before Mistress indulged her slave with some mid-morning wake up sex. 

We did get a thoughtful comment yesterday from our anonymous local commenter, who has become such a student of the blog, I’m thinking he may be using it as a subject for a Masters’ degree. Here is what he had to say, in case you missed it:

The best thing about corrective action by one's Mistress or Master is that once it is done, the issue or cause for the corrective action is also done, at least until the infraction is repeated. This means that all transgressions are dealt with in the timely manner and are then considered closed action items. They are not brought up again and again, allowing the past to stay where it belongs promoting a sense of living for the moment and looking forward in a positive manner to the future. This promotes a healthy relationship as all contentious issues are put to rest in a timely manner.

Mick has now paid for his failure to serve Molly properly on the last two Tuesday election primaries. However, I must point out that there are several primaries to come, not to mention the Party Conventions this summer. Does anyone think that Mick will be able to control his appetite for following and participating in politics? I am sorry to say that I have some serious doubts. My money is on the probability that Mick will have a several sore bottom days between now and the General election in November resulting from getting lost in the election cycle moment and failing to serve Molly properly.

Anon, your observation is correct. A good, punitive physical correction – while painful at the time – is the best way to put to bed an incident (or multiple incidents) of misconduct.  Before Mistress learned this technique she could sulk for a while if Slave messed up, withholding her normally sunny personality as a form of punishment.  Now she seems to have learned that a good cropping can show me the error of my ways while allowing her to purge her own hurt feelings or discontent with me.  A “win win”, so to speak.

And tonight will be a test to see if her “correction” had the desired impact, as votes come in from the Indiana primary.  I'll be closely monitoring whether Ted "The Creepy Canadian" Cruz can reboot his fading campaign in Indiana. 

Let’s hope I don’t have a backslide. If so, it will be my backside that pays the price.

Slave's Comeuppance

After a couple of weeks of less than optimal service from her slave, it was just a matter of time before Mistress "cracked down".

Yesterday was the day when slave's time ran out.

Things started here as might a typical Saturday. Though Mistress had a breakfast meeting for a client, we were able to squeeze in some wake-up worship and what Mistress referred to as a "quickie". Rest assured, slave was pampered in ways that some of my comrades are not (thinking of you Terri, on that lonely, caged sabbatical).

But before we went our separate ways, Mistress had a warning / promise.

"Don't be gone too long, slave.  I have plans for you this afternoon."

Hmmmm?

I was back from some time with my cute grandsons by around 2 pm. That left time for an afternoon map, and nothing more on our agenda until a  7:30 pm dinner with the Dowager Domme and Mistress's sister.

So when we woke from our nap, there was still plenty of time in our afternoon. Mistress took full advantage.

"Get out my supplies, slave...."

I knew what she meant....her harness and it's important accessory. Along with a container of lube.

But as I was assembling the desired equipment, she had a second requirement.

"And get the riding crop too, slave....."

Oops.

Once Mistress slid into her harness, she took full and decisive charge.

"On the bed, slave.... and in your position...."

I knew it was time to take my medicine, like a man ,  errrr, slave.....

Mistress explained why it was time for a much delayed punishment.

"You've been a little too fixated on politics and facebook when you get home from work slave....and not on serving ME....."

As the stinging blows rained down on my backside, I did a rather poor job of remaining still.

"Stop squirming slave.... it will just make things worse...."

And so it did.

But all well deserved punishments come to an end. and this one too.  Mistress swiftly moved onto pegging mode, lubricating her artificial appendage and sliding down onto my prone form and stinging ass.

Her aim was true.

Mistress took her time having her way with her submissive receptacle, and worked her way up to an impressive cum at my expense, finally coming to rest on top of me, short of breath but seemingly well satisfied.

Fortunately, she was more than happy to return the favor, though it took a little energy on my part to get out of the sub-zone.

 Rest assured my "punishment" had the desired affect of re-focusing my attention where it should be: pleasing Mistress!