Handyman

Slave and Mistress are settling into our new routines here in River City. Now that I have no office to go to everyday, I am available to entertain Mistress on a more regular basis. Sure, there are some clients I continue to serve, but the pace is more leisurely.

There are bike rides, morning sex, afternoon worship and a late afternoon nap to fill the day. But that still leaves time for slave to expand my portfolio of household duties.  I've spent more time working ion our yard, clearing honeysuckle and planting flowers. There are weeds to be eaten. And I have almost completed the task of painting and installing new cabinet doors in our kitchen.

Once that task is completed, I guess I will have to develop a new work plan.

Maybe some new hand made furniture that Mistress might find useful:

What Mistress doesn't want a throne?

Or maybe a suitable display stand for her slave when she wants to show me off to her friends? (or keep me out of the way when entertaining her lovers?)


The worry is that if I don't find something to keep myself busy and useful, Mistress might get annoyed, and simply see me as a tool for her own pleasure. That could get a little boring for her. Who wants the same old work-a-day cock day after day?

Indulgent Mistress

My brief trip to the east coast was uneventful. As ordered, I wore my cage when not in my hotel room, which I hope gave Mistress something to reflect on as she entertained her lover Jay on Thursday night / Monday morning.

She had me check in with her after my dinner with my sister Thursday evening. Fortunately, my call was well timed.

"We had dinner out, slave....Jay's making a  call right now, and then we are going to bed....."

I had a feeling that it wasn't just so they could catch up on lost sleep.  Then, the next morning, I got a text from her at around 7 am.

"Morning, slave.  I am up, but there's going to be some sex for a while. Will call when Jay leaves."

As you might imagine, slave had a little difficulty getting that hard steel cage back on as my mind tried to avoid mulling over what was going on back in our marital bed in River City.

But by about 6 pm,   slave was reunited with Mistress. I found her in bed, already in one of those sexy nighties, and awaiting my return. Fortunately, she had enough energy left to reward her devoted slave with some pre-dinner nookie.

Our weekend featured several more rounds of conventional marital congress, so you can rest assured that I quickly recovered from that "horrid" 72 hours  of abstinence.


Yeah, I guess I am pampered.

You can be assured that I showed ample gratitude for Mistress's generosity and indulgence.

When slave is Away, Mistress will.....

Slave is on a two day trip to the East Coast for a professional conference. And for the first time since my surgical procedure back in February Mistress has me back in her cage.

"Better safe than sorry, slave..." was how she put it.

 Of course, I was not required to wear that metal behemoth on the plane.  Even with one of those "TSA Precheck" stamps on my boarding pass I would not want to consider all the bells and whistles that would go off if I stepped through the metal detector with a big chunk of steel hanging from my balls. As it was, I had a little concern that my carry on bag would get some extra screening, raising some questions.

"So what is this for, sir?"

But once I arrived at my hotel, I followed orders and scrunched my "package" through the hard steel ring that acts as a base for the steel cage that fits over Mistress's work-a-day cock. Then I reported back by text that her orders had been followed.

"Good, slave....."

On the phone she confirmed that I could remove the cage only when I was safely back in my hotel room last night.

Yeah.... I know what some of you are saying.... what a wuss. Can't even sleep with your cock on a tight steel cage for a night or two?  But it is nice to have a compassionate Mistress concerned that her old pampered slave gets a good night's sleep.

In the meantime, while her slave is away, Mistress gets to play.

Her lover Jay is planning to "stop by" tonight. No doubt there will be dinner out and a sleepover to keep Mistress company.  When I last talked to Jay a week ago, the morning following his most recent sleep over, the three of us discussed my upcoming trip.

"Keep an eye on her while I'm out of town", I said.

"Rest assured, Mick....."

I know I'll be resting better if Mistress gives me a pass on the cage when I go to bed again tonight.

Empty Nest Easter

Mistress showed her benevolence toward her devoted slave on "Holy Saturday",  following my Good Friday abstinence day and her own frolic with her lover Jay.

There was our traditional morning wake-up sex, then a bonus round on Saturday afternoon after a much needed nap. It was our mutual reward for a day devoted to family duties - me with my cute grandkids and Mistress lunching with her mother, the Dowager Domme.

Then on to Easter.  For so many years that was one of those religious / secular holidays on the calendar that required wallowing in family related activities. There were baskets of candy, Easter egg hunts in the yard, then overstuffed family dinners that reprised Thanksgiving or Christmas duty with lots of cooking, clean-up and guests who seemed unwilling to pitch in.

Yesterday represented a break from our routine: no kids or grandkids underfoot. No baskets. No big dinner to cook or attend.

Just the two of us. Of course there was sex in the morning, a bike ride, dinner on our patio with the Times. Some afternoon worship and a nap. And dinner for two. Slave whipped up a roast chicken for the occasion, foregoing traditional Easter dishes like ham or leg-o-lamb.

But, truth be told, we did not forego all things Easter.

Mistress munched on some seductive chocolate eggs that the Dowager Domme had delivered on Saturday.  And she also wore her Easter undies.....

GOOD FRIDAY CUCKOLDRY

Confirming my lapsed Catholic status. slave relished Mistress's Holy Thursday / Good Friday spanning frolic with her lover Jay. (Their planned Wednesday night tryst was rescheduled for Thursday evening).

We didn't attempt to recreate a three way "Last Supper" on Thursday evening.  Slave had made a commitment to baby sit my cute grandkids at dinner time. That left Mistress and Jay to their own romantic devices for dinner.

"I think we'll just walk up the street for some Indian food, slave...."

I was with the kids when Jay would be arriving at our house. My mind naturally drifted to what might be going on back at my house with the slave away.  Would Jay get a little "appetizer" before his lamb vindaloo? I could only speculate.

When I arrived home at around 7:30 pm, Mistress and Jay were still out for dinner. There was evidence that they had enjoyed a glass of wine (for Mistress) and a beer (for Jay) before their dinner. But the bed was still made. I settled in for a little review of the daily news on line, while awaiting their return. Soon enough they wandered in, seeming to have enjoyed their dinner date.

I hadn't seen Jay since February, so the three of us sat for a while in our living room, catching up on the developments in DC and our respective lives. But all of that was a bit of a distraction, wasn't it?

By 8:30 pm, Mistress was ready to move on to the main event.

"Well Jay, is it too early to go to bed?"

"Jay eyed me a tad uncomfortably, as if I might have standing to object.  But of course, I did not.

"Sleep tight, kids", was all I had to say.

So the two lovers climbed the stairs, leaving me to watch that amazing PBS series on WW I. Down stairs, I was out of range of any sounds of lust emanating from our bedroom.  But one could certainly imagine.

I went to bed myself in the adjoining bedroom about 90 minutes later. By then there were only sounds of silence coming from our CEO's executive suite. Sweet.

In the morning, slave was up before the two exhausted lovebirds. At some point, Mistress came down in one of those skimpy nighties to request a cup of coffee for her lover. Naturally, I complied with her request, whipping up a latte for Jay. We shared a kiss.

And about 40 minutes later, the both of them appeared, Jay heading back to his world. Slave was invited back up to Mistress's bed, where I was allowed to soothe those well used, clean shaven folds with my avid tongue.

But that was it.

"Sorry slave.....but you're just going to have to wait until tomorrow."

I guess I can handle a single abstinence day, particularly on Good Friday.

Cuckold Sleep Over Advisory

Mistress and slave are back in River City, hunkered down for a little too much work these last few days. While spring time here is one of the better times of the year, it's sad not to enjoy this week's full moon over the high desert landscape of our SW hideaway. Instead of those dark skies, ours is more of an urban landscape here.

But there are some redeeming benefits, particularly for Mistress. Example:

"Slave, I've invited Jay over for dinner on Wednesday night...."

"It will be good to see him, Mistress..... will he be spending the night?"

"His son is out of town this week, so, yes, I think he probably will."

I guess I have some meal planning to do. A stop at the grocery store this afternoon. And making sure our daughter's bed is ready to accommodate this old slave while Mistress enjoys the attention of her lover.

They have some catching up to do.

Giving "Cucks" A Bad Name

Mistress is behind the wheel and slave is on the keyboard updating our devoted readers as we barrel across Missouri, on our sad odyssey back to River City.  We dumped our youngest off at the airport yesterday morning, and headed West, across the top of Texas and then through Oklahoma, stopping only long enough to enjoy some comfort food at a cafe called "The Windy Cow", which either was a comment on methane production or an allusion to those big windmills in the region.

Mistress found the peanut butter ice crispie treats heavenly!

We ended up spending the night in Joplin, MO, famous for it's tornadoes and franchise restaurants. And after some robust wake up sex this morning, we got our second wind and headed back to the highway for the final leg of our journey.

But today's blog is not about our journey through the flyover states, but about the scandal I read about yesterday that gives all us cuckolds a bad name.


Turns out that white nationalist poster boy Steve Bannon is in a turf war with the President's son-in-law over supremacy at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. According to media reports( Bannon vs. Kushner War) Scruffy old Bannon has referred to Gerad Kushner as a "cuck".

Well he certainly is a pretty boy. And one can imagine him sliding into some of Ivanka's made in China undies or frocks behind closed doors.  But still....

It's a little hard to believe that the President's daughter, with all that public scrutiny, could really get away with cuckolding her hubby without someone blowing the whistle.  Now that would be embarrassing!

But then.... what about all those creepy comments the POTUS has made about his daughter's appearance, and his speculation about wanting to "date" her if only he wasn't her Dad.

If something's going on in the WH living quarters while Melania is holed up in Manhattan, who's to know?  You have to do something when the O'Reilly show is over, right?

I suppose we will only find out if Bannon is blowing smoke in a few years when some retired Secret Service agent writes his memoirs.

Happy Trails

Mistress and slave finished off their 2017 ski season yesterday, our youngest daughter still in tow. It was a melancholy day of sun and fresh tracks in deep powder. Sadly, the snow has kept on coming, and we'll be missing a few final days of fresh white stuff before our local mountain shuts down for the season.

We'll be hitting the road today, stopping off for some touristy stuff and shopping for our Domme in training , and then overnighting near the airport for her early morning Friday flight winging her back to Europe to continue her "studies".

Then Mistress and slave hit the road back to River City.

Our visitor has taken a bit of the starch out of our kinky aspirations over the last two weeks.

Yes, we've been able to maintain our daily couplings.  But there's been no cuckolding, ass-fucking or nude sun bathing since she's joined us.

Back in River City, things should lighten up.  Or kink-up.  For one, there is Jay, Mistress's lover, who must think he's been abandoned after her 5 week absence. No doubt there is some pent up demand on both of their parts that may need to be sated when we return.

And Mistress made sure to remind me to pack her strap-on harness before we head home.

Also waiting back in River City is Slave's cock cage.  Having recovered from that surgery in February, I have run out of excuses, haven't I?

Cuckold Interruptus

Mistress and slave are still "entertaining" our youngest daughter, who is beginning to growse about missing Belgian beer and her EuroTrash pals back on the Continent. She claims she doesn't sleep well out here in the land of open skies and dark, quiet nights.

"It's too quiet."

The upside is that when we are not out skiing or eating out, she pretty much holes up in her room, leaving her boring, decadently American parents to their own devices. That left us plenty of space for some robust Sunday morning sex.  Slave pulled out Mistress's favorite power tool, which induced a rather dramatic cum before I was allowed to finish the job with the deployment of Mistress's work-a-day cock.

After skiing I even got in a little worship after our late afternoon nap, assuring Mistress with some double pleasure for the day.  Then there three of us were off to a local road house out on the Mesa where it was "two stepping night". But for our daughter the key was designer Tacos and locally brewed ales that were the main attraction.

It was a surprisingly large crowd of 40-50 somethings dancing to the tunes of a band from down the highway in Santa Fe that did the whole "Western Swing" thing. Mistress and slave even danced to one waltz, no doubt embarrassing our Domme in training.

As we sipped our second drinks of the night, the fun began.  First, a tall 50-ish gentlemen with sandy gray hair, in a flannel shirt and jeans ambled over from the bar and asked Mistress to take a twirl on the dance floor. Our daughter's eyes bugged out a tad, and slave smiled slyly.  Poor Mistress. This fellow was clearly an appealing guy, just looking for a chance at taking the hottest babe in the room in his arms for 5 minutes or so. And if our daughter wasn't there, well, Mistress likely would have taken up his offer, if only to give her cuckolded hubby a little thrill and provide some blog fodder.

But with our daughter there?

"Sorry", she said, blushing a bit. "We're just hanging out here tonight....."

He took the news like a gentleman, and ambled back over to the bar, to re-join his "wingman", a guy in a cowboy hat supping a beer and following developments with interest. The two mumbled to each other after handsome guy was shot down by Mistress.

As the clock approached nine, the crowd began to thin. And our daughter, who had now been fed and gone through  a couple of snifters of the house Ale, was getting fidgety.  As in "can we go now?"

I was enjoying the fiddle player, and a scrawny lead guitarist in a cowboy hat and tie dyed electric blue pants that somehow matched his plaid blue shirt.  But I wasn't going to hold up the show.

At that point another guy strode bravely over to our table. He had been standing next to the sound board for the last 30 minutes or so, and was oddly dressed in a dark suit and tie, with a full beard. But for his choice of costumes, he bore an uncanny resemblance to "Captain Obvious" from this dreadful TV ads. And yet, he was also an accomplished two-stepper, as shown by his stylings on the floor with another lady who had recently gone off into the night with some friends.

Sadly, after he enquired about Mistress's availability to join him on the dance floor, she shot him down too,  making a similar excuse.

So while it's nice to have our daughter drop by for her extended stay, it's clearly cramping Mistress's style.

Only 4 more days!