Donuts in Doha?

As I type here in our adobe hideaway, Mistress, her sister and the Dowager Domme are still jetting to the middle east, dodging Saudi airspace on Qutar Air, bound for Doha.  By now they may be over Turkey or Iran. Let's hope they don't have to make an emergency landing in Tehran.

"I don't want to have to see that nightly update in the News listing how many days you've been held hostage."

"Not funny, slave....."

The ladies are flying business class, which means they have one of those sleeping pods, and a certain degree of privacy.

"JJ has been texting me slave.  He wants me to play with myself in my pod."

"Can you get away with that?"

"Probably......"

"I wouldn't disobey your new dominant lover, Mistress.....no reason to get off on the wrong foot.  You might be punished."

"We'll see......"

I look forward to the update.

As she languished for too many hours in the lounge at O'Hare, Mistress was bored. So we talked and texted for a good part of the afternoon. She had instructed me to "self-abuse" daily, and as proof of my compliance I sent her a snap chat of her fully engaged "work-a-day" cock.

"Ummm..... I love my cock, slave", was her response.

I asked her if the Dowager Domme was wearing kinky shoes.  She sent this piece of evidence:



Functionally kinky, I suppose. With an open toe to encourage sucking by an eager submissive?

Then Mistress sent me an image of her own shoes:



A little more skin for tongue access.  But you can tell the daughter is not falling far from the tree.

The traveling party had not yet decided whether to take up the airline's offer of a hotel room to languish in while waiting for their flight to Nairobi.  It could be more trouble than it is worth to leave the airport and come back through security. And Ramadan is over, so there will be food available in the terminal during daylight hours. But if they do leave, will they be suitably attired.  No doubt the DD planned ahead.  She might look good in something like this in basic black.  But then why not expand the color palate a bit and make a statement.

As for her slave, I busied myself here with some painting and other home improvement projects.  I also had a brief text conversation with JJ about his "bon voyage" party for Mistress on Sunday night:

Slave: "sounds like you gave Mistress a nice send off last night."

JJ: "Yes. We had a date in public and then I fed your wife my cock several times... we discussed hard core possibilities for your wedding anniversary."

Slave: "Sounds like you satisfied her appetite at least for now.  She will be horny when she gets home.  I wonder who will get first dibs."

JJ: "We will see.  I will be returning about the same time as she does."

Later Mistress told be that she and JJ had planned a three way "date" for her return on her simultaneous birthday and anniversary, which led to one more text exchange:

Slave: "Sounds like we all are going to celebrate her birthday and our anniversary.  That should be entertaining."

JJ: "Oh yes."

At around 6:15 pm, I was heading out to meet some friends for dinner and music.  Mistress was settled into her Qutar Air "jammies" and seemed pleased when I sent her that required photo of my encaged cock.

"Good slave".

I try my best.

Bon Voyage, Mistress

 As I write, Mistress is heading to the airport in River City with the Dowager Domme (her mother), for one of those long forced marches through the "dark continent".  Mistress's  sister will be along for the ride, and our youngest daughter will be hooking up with them in about a week.

As you might expect, the Dowager Domme likes to travel in the ultimate in luxury, so she insisted on booking their travel via Qatar air, known for its sumptuous pods and posh food and service.  Never mind that Quatar is now in a spat with its Gulf state neighbors over who coddles terrorists more. So  all that aloft luxury will be extended an hour or so longer as their wide body  dodges Egyptian and Saudi air space.  I hope they get a good look at Turkey and Iran as they thread that needle at 30,000 feet.

The delay means they will have a longer layover in Doha, the sandy Quatari capitol where ladies need to cover themselves discretely. The trip outside the airport for a 12 hour stay in a "luxury" hotel should be interesting.  Is it BYOB?  (Bring your own Birka?) Who knows.  But I'll bet that the DD has spent a few grand on a designer black cover-all in anticipation. Mistress packed a head scarf.

But at least Mistress had a nice send off from her new lover, JJ. She gave me an update after he left last night, a bit after midnight. (They mutually decided on no sleepover, because Mistress decided she needed a good night's sleep).

"It was good, slave.  the best sex yet with him. "

"Sounds nice, Mistress...."

They went out to dinner at a local watering hole before the "main event".  I was out too (in my cage, as directed) and texted her that I was home at about 10:30 pm her time.  Her response:

"In the middle of some sex here slave...."

At least she let me know she was safe and soundly being satisfied.

After he left, and again this morning, I got a more detailed read out.

"He was a little gentler, after I told him to go easy on me because I'd be flying all day today.  Either that or I'm getting used to that big cock, slave."

"Well that's a relief, Mistress. But did he make you cum enough?"

"At least three times, slave.  There was lots of oral, and of course some of that pounding he likes to do."

"Poor Mistress" (he says snarkily).

"He spent a lot of time talking about what he wants to do with the three of us...."

"And that is?"

"Well he wants you to be involved....you know.... fluffing and clean up....."

"And you told him?"

"That you seemed more open to the idea than I expected. And more than maybe I am....."

"It's your call, Mistress....."

"He also wanted to know if you were in the cage....I told him you were."

"Does that seem to amuse him, Mistress?"

"Oh yes, I think he likes the idea of you being caged...."

Sounds like the "getting to know you phase" is going well.

"He says it's a waste of time to really "get to know" someone until you know the sex is good."

"Interesting philosophy.  Sounds like he must think the sex is good then, because he bothering to get to know you."

"I think that's an appropriate conclusion, slave."


We will have to see how all this develops when we are all back in River City again, around July 15th.  In the meantime, I will see if JJ has much to say about how things went last night.



"

Mistress Delayed, But Not Denied.

Mistress and slave had a romantic evening in one of the US's most romantic evening's on Friday night, culminating in dinner at a cozy joint we love. We then adjourned to a funky sort of "not tell, motel", where there was some final furtive fucking in the middle of the night, before a pre-dawn alarm went off for our trip to the nearby airport.

The plan was for Mistress to take off at 6:40 am and be back in River City by 1:30 pm or so. She'd have a chance to re-fresh, maybe even exercise before her big date with her new lover, JJ.

So much for good planning.

When I dropped her off at the tiny regional airport, skies were clear, her flight was "on time",  and the plane was there waiting for her.  No problem! But then thunderstorms in Dallas delayed Mistress's flight. First for an hour. Then two.  But it was still taking off, right? Then even boarded and taxied to the tarmac.

But then.... a weather hold.  Then the flight crew "timed out". Plane emptied. Flight cancelled. By then I had driven back to our hideaway, getting the updates by text message. I got back on my computer and re-booked Mistress on a late afternoon flight, from another airport an hour to the south. I even offered to drive back and haul Mistress to the other airport. Fortunately, she was resourceful (and cute) and bummed a ride from a Dallas Swat Team leader who also was left high and dry by American Airlines.  At least she was in good hands!

Of course, we talked several times during the day as she traveled through Minneapolis back to River City.  She wouldn't arrive back in Cincinnati until near midnight, killing her chance for some pre-travel hijinks with  her alpha lover. She had planned to have dinner with a female friend on Sunday, but her schedule was now rearranged.

"I cancelled with her and now will get together with JJ tomorrow night, slave.  He's been texting me all day to check on where I am and what's been going on......"

I also texted with JJ, while I was watching a rock-a-billy band at a local watering hole as Mistress languished in the "Twins Bar" up in the Twin Cities last night.

slave:  "She may have to fire her travel agent. (me)."

JJ: "I am sure she will find ways to punish you."

slave: "More cage time?"

JJ: "Very likely".

Speaking of cage time, Mistress has imposed certain rules while we are sadly separated these next three weeks or so:

1. Wear the cage when you go out in the evenings.
2. Take a "snapchat" photo of the cage when that occurs as "evidence" of my compliance.
3. I am allowed to "self-abuse" no more than once per-day.

Rest assured I followed rules one and two last evening before I headed out for a burger, some beers and some music. Let's hope this travel snafu does not make her change her mind about rule # 3. Otherwise it could be a long three weeks!

Such Sweet Sorrow

Mistress is heading back to the heartland on a very early flight tomorrow morning. We will be spending the night down in Santa Fe at some quaint little road side motel so we don't have to wake at some un-godly hour in the morning.

It's been a little sad here the last 24 hours. Of course, there was  two-a-day sex yesterday. Once in the morning, and again after our late afternoon siesta. Mistress did some rather fancy cock riding on the latter occasion.

"We have to stock pile that sex because we'll be apart for so long, slave."

True.  This may be a record for us.  Three weeks with no copulating.

Well it will be a little longer for slave.  Mistress has a "date night" set up for Saturday evening after she arrives home. I will confess I've been stoking that prospective coupling a bit via text message.  Yesterday Mistress was collecting rays for the last time on this trip and I snapped this photo and sent it to JJ.


Slave:  "Last minute sunning."

JJ: Very nice. Looking forward to wrapping my hands around her tan parts."

I suspect Mistress is looking forward to her Saturday night with Jay, but with just a little trepidation.  It took her a few days the last time to bounce back from a pounding from his super-sized cock.

"I don't want to be all sour and achy on that long flight on Monday, slave."

Poor Mistress.

As for me, I don't think I will have too much to blog about over the next three weeks.  Hopefully there will be a bit of blow by blow from her to share before she gets on that plane.  And maybe I can get JJ to share a little from his perspective.  Other than that things could get a little dull here.  I may have to resort to movie reviews again.

SAD!

Bullish

Mistress and slave have been enjoying our respite from River City, with lots of sex, dinners with friends, and nights out for music.  But she heads back on Saturday morning, and before heading overseas with the Dowager Domme, she has a "date night" scheduled with her new and cocky lover, JJ.

He's been in touch with her daily, stoking their mutual anticipation. And Mistress and I have discussed what the "back story" might be if their night on the town involves an encounter with a friend or acquaintance.

"He wants to take me out to dinner, slave.  But I feel a little weird about being there with some other guy when you are out of town..... what do I tell someone we know?"

"Maybe that we are all friends....you met via work.....something like that....."

"But it's a Saturday night......"

"We are all grown-ups Mistress.  You are entitled to be out at night with friends if I'm away...."

It's not clear where they plan to have dinner or drinks, but River City is a small town.

"Just avoid PDA's Mistress and you'll be fine....."

Of course, I've had more limited texting exchanges with JJ this week, usually triggered by me texting him an alluring photo of some of Mistress's body parts.  Sunday, while we were on a hike into the mountains, I snapped a photo of Mistress's shapely legs while we took a lunch break.



Mick:  "Out hiking Mistress".

JJ: "She's keeping that body toned so that she can play with my big cock."

Mick: "No doubt."

Father's Day FemDom

Here at our SW Hideaway we celebrated Father's Day one day early.  There was our typically satisfying wake-up sex, and a promise of more to come.

"Slave, I'm using my strap-on this afternoon.  So save your energy....."

In truth it was a relatively relaxing day.  A trip to the farmer's market. Lunch and reading out on our patio. And then a late afternoon nap.

When we woke at around 5:30 pm, Mistress was prepared to deliver on her promise.

"Get my supplies, slave...."

I rounded up her harness and it's phallic accessory. And some lube, of course.

Mistress found the riding crop on her own.  Although she had some hesitancy coming up with suitable grounds for punishment.....

"Hmmmm..... let's go over the rules while I'm away, slave....."

Slap.  Ouch.

"Uhhhh...... I wear the cage when I go out, Mistress......"

Slap. Ouch.

"That's right.....and what else?"

"And I masturbate once a day and  send a photo to you on snap-chat...."

"That's right."

Slap. Ouch.

"And what if some woman comes onto you, slave?"

"No sex with them Mistress....but if I'm n my cage, is it ok for me to use my tongue on them?"

This little provocation on my part was probably inspired by what I read yesterday over at "A Married Sissy".  It seems that Terri has been allowed to add a little oral devotion to his Saturday afternoon ritual of tending to the nails of his wife Diane's pal Linda.  Though it sounds as if the cage stays on throughout.

But my cheeky response  earned me a volley of blows from Mistress with her crop that had slave cringing and squirming.  I guess she didn't realize I was joking?

After making it clear that I had no Terri-like license to please any other woman, Mistress put down the crop and got down to business. I was on my tummy, a pillow under me to make my ass "rise to the occasion".  Her aim was true and soon she was thrusting with mucho gusto filling me and ascending to a rather dramatic cum of her own.

Once she was done with her "hubby invasion" I was allowed to satisfy her one more time with my tongue before exercising my "all access pass" to her clean shaven folds.  And as we were engaging in a more traditional form of love making I asked her a question that came to mind whilst she was deploying her faux phallus.

"Does your new friend know that you fuck me in the ass, Mistress?"

"I've discussed it with him, slave.  He asked and I told him that 'of course I do'.....He says he wants to watch me do it to you......"

"What do you think about that, Mistress?"

"It might be good for you, slave....."

Well that would be interesting.  Have any of our readers been exposed to that sort of experience?

In any event, Mistress assured that her slave had a very sexy Father's Day, with more to come today.

And I want to wish a pleasant father's day to those of you out there who read our blog. On the other hand, there are some creepy dads who come to mind that I am less enthusiastic about.  I'm thinking of Trump attorney Michael Cohen, who recently tweeted to the world this photo of his Ivy League daughter that he must have found while trolling through her Instagram account.





Lesson One: Sure your daughter may be hot. But good Dads don't use sexy images of their kin to help build their twitter account followers.

Lesson Two: Never get caught rebroadcasting photos from your daughter's Instagram account.

But maybe we expect too much from Mr. Cohen.  Think of who he hangs with:

No Shirt. No Shoes. No Tattoos.

After our Friday morning wake-up sex, Mistress and slave were out and up to a long hike that topped out at around 11,800 feet in the mountains above our little SW Hideaway. It was the best place to avoid the smoke from a fire smoldering in some forest about 30 miles from here, which can water the eyes depending on which was the wind is blowing.   Up at higher altitude we can get above the smoke, where snow still lingers in our local ski valley.

After a late afternoon nap and some worship, we walked down to an unlikely appearance by a New Orleans funk band in out quaint neighborhood business district. Mistress was festooned in some pst-hippos tie-dye for the occasion, and was showing off some rather appealing leg.

But, unlike some in the crowd, she wasn't dancing. 

And no, that's not the WC.  

In Training

Mistress and slave are "in training". And I'm not talking about Mistress's new lover imposing some sort of long distance discipline on our sexual habits. At least not so far.

No, our training has to do with a long trek and climb we have scheduled for September, guided by that legendary "Mountain Man" that Mistress has had a bit of a crush on for several years.  To prepare, we've had to spend more time hiking and cycling, extending our endurance and strength. The altitude here at our SW hideaway and the nearby mountains also are helpful for our preparation. So we've been getting in a long hike or bike ride everyday here since our arrival.  The relentless sunshine and dry air have been very cooperative.

Sunday we hiked down into the Rio Grande gorge, testing our feet and cardio conditioning for about 4 hours. Yesterday it was a long ride with some bracing hill climbing tossed in.

Of course, it's not all physical rigger of the outdoorsy sort.  Mistress's "lady bits"  seem to have finally recovered from their "abuse" by her large cocked lover, and slave was permitted a "two-a-day" yesterday, with our second coupling occurring after our late afternoon siesta.

And we've squeezed in some work time as well.  Mistress spent yesterday morning on the phone with clients, and she showed me a text exchange with JJ on the subject.

JJ: "What have you been up to today?"

M: "Too much time on conference calls. Boring."


JJ: "What a shame.  You should have been riding my cock to make it more interesting...."

M. "That might be a little distracting."

But it's not been all work, sex  and exercise for Mistress.  She's been able to squeeze in some sunning as well. Which always tempts her slave to snap a photo or two.  I sent this one to JJ yesterday, with Mistress's permission of course. (Note how Mistress's well manicured hand is artfully placed to mask her clean shaven folds. Sometimes less is more, right?)

Slave: "Hard Day at the Office."

JJ: I see that! Very sexy! Getting her beautiful pussy all tan for me."

Slave: "Exactly. Eliminating tan lines."

By the time Mistress sees him again, all those lines should be erased.

The Big Tease....

Mistress and slave made it to our SW Hideaway by Friday evening, just in time to enjoy a glorious sunset and a very dramatic full moon lighting up our high desert vista.  We have two weeks of solitude before Mistress jets back to the heartland to join the Dowager Domme and our youngest Domme in Training for what has become an annual exotic trip.  Slave will stay here and hold down the fort and defend it from roving bands of prairie dogs.

(Don't worry Diane, we did pack the cage!)

But with a new dominant lover in her life, Mistress (and her slave) have to find ways to keep the embers warm despite her long absence.  Mistress has been trading the occasional text message with JJ over the last few days, and slave has given an assist or two. Like on the drive west, when I took a photo of Mistress's legs as she spelled me behind the wheel.  It seemed to amuse JJ, but it wasn't quite good enough.  His response:

JJ: "Very Nice, but she should hike that dress up for her bull!"

Mick: "She says it's about as high as she can and still drive."

JJ: "So looking forward to more fucking and sucking with your wife."

On day two of our drive, slave sneaked a more revealing shot as I drove and Mistress napped (don't try that one at home readers). On a break from behind the wheel, I texted it to JJ:



JJ: "Hot damn.  Love them....."

Yesterday, after a trip to the farmer's market  to restock the larder, Mistress lazed in the sun on our patio in  typical au naturale fashion.  At some point she asked her slave:

"You didn't send him a picture of me naked, did you slave?"

"Not without your permission, Mistress."

There are certain rules, after all.

"Well he just sent me a text and asked if I was sunning myself."

"He's got you figured out already, Mistress.  Why not roll over onto your tummy and I can satisfy his curiosity....."

Her sense of decorum was suspended ever so briefly and she rolled over, exposing her temporary tan lines to my lens.

"I get to approve, slave....."

"Of course, Mistress....."

I snapped a photo or two, making sure my shadow did not obscure her delightful curves and smooth, bronzing  skin.  Then I showed her a photo.

"That one's OK, slave......"

So off it went to her "Bull".

Mick: "Mistress authorized me to send this photo."

It wasn't long before he responded:

JJ: "Absolutely delicious. Definitely cannot wait to get my hands on those curves again.

Mick: "I am lucky to be cage free out here with her."

JJ: "Yes you are.... enjoy while you can."

Mistress's brazen display apparently encouraged JJ to reciprocate. Later in the afternoon she mentioned how.

"He sent me a cock shot, slave."

Well that peaked my curiosity.

"Can I see, Mistress."

She indulged, handing me her phone, I saw the rather dramatic image of a large, rigid male organ and the teasing back and forth between them over the photo.  Mistress asked if it was some file photo he skimmed off google images.  He responded with faux indignation:

"What, don't you recognize it?"

"It was pretty dark....."

"Well next time we keep the lights on...."

The gist was that Mistress was looking forward to that "next time".

Sounds as if they might be able to get together again when Mistress makes her 24 hour stop in River City before that journey with her mother.  Hopefully she will have time to give me a brief update to share with our curious readers.

Kinky Kansas

Mistress and slave are driving west to our SW hideaway. We crossed Indiana, Ill and MO yesterday, coming to ground at about the halfway point in Abilene, KS.  That's the home of Dwight Eisenhower, who is doing back flips in his grave, on the grounds of the Presidential library here in Abilene, over the shenanigans of the current POTUS.

After checking into our rather rustic but very cheap local motel, we headed into town to find a place for dinner.  Just look for the grain elevator if you're looking for "downtown" in these parts.  But as we were rubbernecking through the town's historic district, I caught the dreaded sign of a flashing red light in my rear view mirror.

Busted.

The officer took his time to amble up to my car, with the "alien" license plates. After asking for my driver's license and registration, he informed me that I had been clocked going 31 in a 20 mph zone.

"Really?  I thought I saw a 30 mph sign...."

"A lot of people get confused because there's a sign back there reducing the limit to 20 mph in the downtown...."

Oops.  He asked what we were doing in "these parts". And I explained our mission and that we were looking for a place to eat.

After running my license to confirm I was not a terrorist on the lam, he showed us some Kansas nice mercy, giving us only a warning.  Then he upped the courtesy.

"If you're looking for somewhere to eat, The best place is the "Farmhouse" out  west of town.  It's where all of us in the Department go for lunch."

I asked for directions, but he said "just follow me." We both took u turns on the wide downtown avenue, and he led us out of town, and right up the drive of this funky old restaurant. The officer said Dwight and Mamie dined there when they visited town (back in the day).

It turned out we were late diners - the only guests there at 7:30 pm.  Our very courteous waitress pointed out the chairs autographed by Dwight and Mamie, and served us some tasty chicken fried chicken with mashed potatoes. (I didn't question the redundancy -- isn't "chicken fried chicken" the same as "fried chicken"?)

But the odd thing I did have to ask about was all the paddles hanging from the wall.

"It's a tradition. If you eat here on your birthday, you get a discount and a paddling."

She  explained that even  Ike got paddled when he stopped by, by the original owner, "Aunt Lena". Ike must have had a very tolerant Secret Service detail!

As we checked out, Mistress noted the paddle on the counter, with several autographs.  Our waitress(the only waitress), a 20 something country girl with a pleasing smile, explained that when a guest gets paddled he/she signs the paddle. She pointed out several buckets stuffed with paddles covered with autographs.

So it seems there are a surprising number of Kansans who indulge in public displays of corporal punishment.

"Now that Lena's not around, who does the paddling?"

She gave me a little quirky smile.

"Your waitress, of course."

As I paid our very reasonable tab, I mentioned that Mistress's birthday is coming up in a few weeks.
"I won't ask for the discount, but maybe you could give my wife her birthday paddling?"

She seemed willing, but Mistress gave me that "are you crazy, slave" look.

Ah well, it would have made a good story, particularly if Mistress was required to pull up her dress and pull down her panties.

Cuckold Conversation

Mistress and slave are driving west, heading to our SW hideaway. It's allowing us to listen to the Comey testimony, while reflecting a little on Mistress's recent adventures, particularly her new lover. Amidst the bloviating Senators self-agrandizing rambling questions and the former FBI Director's Duddly-Do-Righting, Mistress had a few questions of her own which might have been entertaining to the vast audience listening into the the Senate Intelligence Committee:

Mistress: "So was that really the biggest cock you've ever seen, slave?"

Slave: "Well, yes.  But keep in mind, I don't have that much experience.... I see the occasional cock in a locker room, or in a men's room.  But I don't think I've seen any erect.  And certainly not that big, Mistress."

Mistress: "I suppose that makes sense."

Slave: "What about you. Is that the biggest you've had. Even bigger than (DW - a guy Mistress was involved with before me, with a lengendary large cock) ?

Mistress: "Hmmmm..... definitely thicker."

Slave: Do you think it's bigger than the WC's cock?


Mistress:  "I guess, we'll never know, slave....he never really shared it with me."

Slave:  "Yep.  I suppose we'll never know."

Cuckold Sleepover (Cont'd)

Sorry for that cuckolding cliffhanger! (Cuckhanger?)

So where were we?

When we left off, slave was in his cock cage. My caged plight  had been  disclosed with a teasing grin by Mistress to JJ, her new lover.  She sat beside him on the couch, barely clothed in that black nightie, sans undies. His  hands were roaming along her firm and muscular thighs, nipping at her clean shaven folds.

Mistress had brazenly accepted JJ's invitation to suck what was the biggest damn cock slave has ever seen as I sat there, agape. But she had turned down JJ's invitation to ride his cock on the couch as I looked on, preferring the more discrete confines of our bedroom.

Slave felt a little relieved. And, yes, a little disappointed not to be allowed to enjoy that "show".

They went upstairs. Slave washed up the plates that had born some fruit, cheese and crackers for our light pre-play dinner. Then my plan was to hunker down in the living room with my laptop, close enough to hear some of the action, but not so close as to distract or annoy.

But there was one problem..... I had moved my laptop to our daughter's room, across the hall from the "Executive Suite" where Mistress already had retired for the evening with her new lover. From the floor below, I could hear the sounds of some robust fucking emerging from the bedroom.  I figured they were too busy to hear me creeping about outside their door. I softly crept up the stairs, planning to discretely grab my laptop and go back downstairs.

But there was one problem with my stealth strategy. On prior occasions when Mistress hosted a lover in our bed, she would discretely close the door. But whether she forgot because of her fixation on that huge cock, or whether JJ had affirmatively restrained her impulse for some privacy, the door to our room was wide open as I topped the stairs and tip-toed into our daughter's room.

Oops.  There, lit by the ambient light from outside our window,  was the larger mass of JJ, mounting Mistress, and thrusting with mucho gusto. His thrusts were  producing those moans of passion coming from my wife.  I was tempted to linger and observe, but my sense of propriety had me grabbing that lap top and hustling back downstairs. I didn't want to come off as  some creepy  peeping Mick.

Back downstairs, I was serenaded for the seconds night in three with the intermittent sounds of aggressive fucking and quiet indiscernible conversation. By around 10:30, slave was getting tired, so I headed back upstairs. The two lovebirds were in a chat cycle, so I said "good night", quickly closing the bedroom door behind me. But JJ generously yelled out, "keep the door open, Mick..... that way you can at least listen in."

Disregarding orders, I closed the door, so that the light I was reading by would not distract the two fuckbirds.  But when I turned out the lights about 30 minutes later, I succumbed to the temptation to open the door, listening as their cycle of fucking and chat continued on until I nodded off, maybe at around mid nite.  I do recall some slapping sounds that sounded like he was spanking Mistress. Later, sometime after midnight,  Mistress came in to check on me, a delighted smile on her face, but no key in her hand to spring my cock free.  It would be the first night in several years that I spent the entire night in my cage.

JJ must have had an early engagement, so slipped out a little after 6 am. At that point Mistress retrieved her slave, and sprung me loose. We cuddled for a bit, her nodding off.  And slave was allowed to taste the remnants of her overnight visit.  But no fucking for me for the 2nd day in a row:

"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until tomorrow, slave......way too tender right now."

She confirmed that there was some spanking involved, in addition to a variety of positions for more traditional couplings. "I was riding his cock and he was spanking me, slave.  It hurt some, but it was also kind of hot....."

Soon I was deep into my day, picking up grandkids, and also doing some client work.  But Mistress confirmed later in the afternoon that she had been texting with JJ, handing me her phone. The gist of it was his confirmation that he enjoyed the prospect of more opportunities for fucking his "cum slut  and cuckolding  Mick....." She reminded him when she'd be back in town ( about three weeks hence for a couple of days) and a request that he keep his calendar open.

Mistress was certainly tired after a late and very active night. By late afternoon we met up at our swim club and soon she was snoozing in the sun.  Her tanned, lush body was too tempting, so I snapped the photo above and texted it to JJ.

"It's Mick. Enjoyed having you over last night. As you can see, you wore Mistress Molly out."

"Mmmmm. Love it. Did you enjoy hearing your wife take my cock so deeply?

"Yes. It was muy caliente."

Today Mistress and slave are heading west. And while the cuckolding action will be on hold for the next few weeks, at least slave will be getting more than his fair share of fucking, heated for both of us by the memory of Mistress's new lover and the prospects of further adventures to come.

Mistress's New Lover Sleeps Over

With our plans to leave town on Wednesday, Mistress had to decide whether to further risk her still tender folds or forego the company of her new lover for several summer weeks.

Let's just say that Mistress is not the "better safe than sorry" type. She let me know Monday morning by text that JJ would be sleeping over.

On Saturday night Mistress had sent him home with a little reluctance on his part (and maybe hers). But we had not agreed in advance on a sleepover.  That problem had been resolved for this third encounter with JJ.

"He seemed happy to know he was welcome to stay, slave....."

We also agreed that slave would be back in his cage, and Mistress made sure it was on before I headed to a later afternoon meeting.

"Better now than you coming home and he's already here, slave....."

As it turned out, I arrived home before JJ arrived, Mistress was "dressed down" in her typical evening attire - revealing black sexy nightie, that descended no lower than her upper thighs, and no panties.

Daring? I suppose you could say that. But it was Mistress's typical attire for an evening home with her slave. I suppose it showed just how comfortable she's already become with her new lover.

JJ arrived at around 8:30, dressed again in shorts and a casual shirt. Mistress was lounging on the couch when the bell rang, and sent me to the door to greet him.  JJ promptly sat down on the couch next to Mistress, and leaned in for a deep kiss before taking in the site of Mistress's revealing outfit.

"Oh my......", he reacted.

His hands slid over Mistress's tanned and fit thighs, rising to those clean shaven folds.

"And no panties...... all ready for me, are you?"

Mistress blushed a bit, appreciating his roving fingers.

We settled in for some chat. One thing we agreed on was the need for discretion and a "back story" to explain to mutual friends how we had met, in case we are spotted together in public.

"We met through mutual clients or work" was the agreed "legend".

Mistress also pointed out that slave was caged again.

"Excellent", JJ responded.  That lead to some conversation about the materials and fit of my cage.  Where we ordered it, etc.

"In case your interested, maybe Mistress can find one for you", slave helpfully suggested.

"Oh, no.  That's definitely not my role here, Mick....."

No, I suppose it's not.

All this talk, and JJ's roving hands, which had been running across Mistress's thighs, may have gotten her wound up a bit.  She was eager to move onto the next item on the evening's agenda.

"So what's the plan for tonight", she queried. She added that we had decided that this would be another evening where slave did NOT participate in the fun.  JJ was agreeable, but also seemed interested in demonstration who was in charge.

He leaned in again for another kiss, letting his roving hands expose Mistress left breast to me and to him, a little nipple tweaking followed, and a conversation about his appreciation for "natural" breasts as opposed to the manufactured variety.   During this conversation, Mistress's hands could not seem to prevent themselves from sliding over to JJ's lap, and his cock was clearly putting some pressure on the confines of those cargo shorts.

Was this a cue for slave to get lost, or them to ascend the stairs to the UCTMW Executive Suite?  Not quite yet.

"Maybe it's time for you to show Mick how well you suck my cock?"

JJ was reaching for his fly. Mistress was looking at me with that "is this going too far for you slave."

I was a little transfixed by the sight of JJ's cock, emerging at half mast from his shorts.

"Fine by me", I muttered, a tad aghast. That was one fucking big cock. And while I am hardly a connoisseur, it was surely the biggest cock I had ever seen.  No wonder Mistress was tender.  But clearly not so tender as to be eager for more.

By now Mistress's head was descending to JJ's lap. Her hair falling over her face as she greedily took it into her mouth.  JJ seemed quite pleased with her efforts. I couldn't see his right hand, but apparently it was busy.

"Your wife is so wet, Mick....."

"I'm  not surprised......"

Mistress came up for air, squirming on JJ's hand.  Would she come? Would he? This was spooling out a little faster than planned. And slave was watching. A first for me.


But when he asked if she'd like to ride his cock - right there on the couch, right now in front of me - Mistress looked at me a little confused about whether things had gone a little beyond our "game plan" for the evening. So seemed tempted. But then she demurred.

"Maybe we should go upstairs now."

And so they did.

(Further update tomorrow).

"

Tender Mistress Signs Up for More Cuckolding

By the time Mistress woke on Sunday morning, she was very conscious of her marathon session with her new lover, JJ.

"I'm sore, Slave.....very sore."

Apparently JJ was not just blowing smoke when he mentioned that his "equipment" was super-sized.

"He's big, slave....very big."

It sounds like it's more a matter of girth than length. She made a circle with her hand that suggested that JJ wields a trunk, compared to her slave's work-a-day sapling.

That larger than normal mass, along with 3 hours of intermittent fucking, had been more than Mistress's tender clean shaven folds could handle.

"He says I will adjust to him, slave....."

Let's hope.

Of course, there was a more detailed debrief, though I think Mistress was in a bit of a fog after all that sex.

Apparently there was multiple and varied positions, including cock riding, from the rear, from the sides, and him on top with her legs pushed to his shoulders. JJ must be quite a sexual acrobat.

He also brought Mistress to orgasm with his tongue.

"He says he loves the way I taste, slave."

And Mistress courteously returned the favor.

"He seemed to like it" when she sucked that big cock.

No doubt.

So after this initial encounter, what comes next?

"He's the real deal on the whole cuckold thing, slave....."

"How do you mean?"

Mistress was a little hesitant on this part.

"Well it's clear he wants you to do some . . .  fluffing.....I told him you are very straight, but that didn't seem to discourage him. It's what he seems to expect. "

She seemed dubious about my response, and we had a frank conversation. It's not something I've done, or been asked to do in the past with any of Mistress's lovers.

Would slave be willing to do that?

"I would if it was a turn on for you Mistress... that would fuel the whole submission, humiliation thing for me.....So it's your call."

Mistress seemed a little uncertain about her own feelings on the subject. So the jury is still out on that for now.

Mistress allowed her slave to "reclaim" her yesterday morning. And even though I proceeded very, very gently in light of Mistress's obvious tenderness, it was probably a mistake.

"It hurt, slave......" she admitted later.  I apologized and reminded her that she always had the authority to turn me away. In fact, that might be a turn on in it's own right.

As for Mistress and JJ. Mistress has said he wanted to see her again before we leave town on Wednesday for a few weeks. And by Sunday evening they had confirmed that he will be joining is here tonight.  Hopefully Mistress's tender parts will have bounced back.  But in light of an early morning meeting on her schedule, she won't have the distraction of my own relatively diminutive cock to complicate her recovery.

BTW, I sent an email to JJ yesterday telling him we enjoyed his company and giving him my own number in the event he needed to get in touch.  His response:

"Totally enjoyed your wife. Looking forward to devouring her again tonight!"

It seems that despite her discomfort,  Mistress is looking forward to being devoured.

Tuckered Out Mistress

Both of us were a little apprehensive about the upcoming arrival of Mistress's new "prospect", JJ, as we waited in the kitchen last night.  I was doing dinner prep.  Mistress was sipping some white wine, checking her cell phone.

"He says his GPS estimates arrival at 7:39, slave....."

And sure enough, within a few minutes Mistress reported, looking up from her phone, "he's hear. Do you want to greet him, or should I?"

"Why not you, Mistress?  I'll get dinner going....."

JJ had let me know that he wanted to make sure he had some digestion time between meal and "play". So do we hold dinner until later? or eat right away? Since Mistress needed some more "getting to know you time" before, as she said "just hopping into bed with him.....", we opted for a quick dinner on his arrival.

Of course, JJ had made some progress with her before arriving with his text messaging campaign, warming her heart and other key body parts in a form of remote foreplay. He was halfway there, but the question in all of our minds (probably) was, would Mistress allow him to  close the deal?

JJ came in relaxed casual mode. Cargo shorts and a sporty, patterned  shirt. He's a tall guy at about 6'4", looming over both of us. He gave me a confident, but non-Trumpian handshake in greeting. He clearly had no need to demonstrate his dominance of the turf in some artificial way. After all, he already knew that I was prepared to cede my wife to him later in the evening.

As I got dinner going - grilled Salmon and a batch of my fried potatoes and brussel sprouts "hash" - Mistress gave him her tour of our old house. Slave couldn't help but ponder whether some additional foreplay might be part of the tour.

They came back down to the kitchen as I got my "hash" going and put the salmon on the grill.  Mistress was still nervous, accidentally spilling that glass of wine on the table. JJ was a gentleman and helped wipe up as slave replenished her glass.  "Poor Mistress", I thought. A lot of pressure here.

Dinner went well. The two of them sat chatting out in our garden as I finished up and served our meal. JJ ate moderately and passed on a glass of wine.  He clearly was not compromising his ability to perform. Our conversation covered everything from mutual acquaintance (including some folks we all know who he says are "swingers") to his experiences traveling in  Africa, where Mistress is headed in a few weeks.

As I cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher, the two of them sat at the counter. JJ probed more directly on our preferences and history.  Mistress covered how our marriage evolved into one involving my submission. She confirmed that I was caged for the evening. Thankfully, he did not ask for a "show and tell". I told him that Mistress was pretty easy on cage time.

Then, without much warning, JJ pulled Mistress in for a kiss. She seemed more than happy to be in his arms, quickly and eagerly succumbing to his probing tongue. His right hand moving down to her ass possessively, kneading and pulling her closer to him. Later she confirmed to me that "he's a good kisser, slave...."

He had asked her to dress in something "revealing". She had picked a cotton mid-thigh summery black dress with a halter style top. ("Do you think this looks OK without a bra, slave....." Of course it did. )

If he hadn't noticed already, JJ discovered the absence of that bra as his hand moved up her flank, reaching in to expose her left breast to both of us. Breaking the kiss, he helped himself to an engorged nipple as I watched, learning against the kitchen sink, my cock reminding me of it's close metal confines.  Mistress and I had an embarrassing moment of eye contact then as he greedily pulled her nipple between his teeth.

"What's that look, slave......", she asked me.

That was hard to answer. Embarrassment?  Arousal? The ache as my cock hit the walls of it's confining steel cage?

"Maybe we should go upstairs now", she said to him. It was about 9 pm now.

"What, does this make you uncomfortable?  Doing this with him watching?", JJ asked, teasing, smiling at us both.

"No.... but we might be more comfortable if we weren't standing", she responded. He had clearly closed the deal.

JJ asked her whether we should take "him" along, nodding in my direction. She told him that at least for tonight it would just be the two of them.  The two of us had agreed in advance that this was time for them to get to know one another before slave got mixed in.

So they headed upstairs as I finished loading the dishwasher.  Ultimately, I camped out in our living room, one floor below Mistress's "executive suite".  Sort of "on watch". With the TV low, it was not hard to hear the sounds of their on again off again fucking..... which went on for about three hours.  Mistress;s rythmic  moaning, JJ's occasional exclamations, and the sounds of groaning floor boards or creaking bed reaching crescendo after crescendo, interrupted by the sounds of low voices or laughter, then another round.... and another.

Mistress was probably wise to keep her slave caged for the night. Otherwise it would have been tempting to take matters into my own hand.

A bit after midnight they descended the stairs. They greeted me where I was nodding off on the couch. "I'm exhausted", Mistress told us both, speculating whether she'd be able to join me in the bike ride we had planned for this morning. Mistress asked me to show JJ to the door, which I did. He commented that "he had left me something", which I took to mean his deposit in her clean shaven folds.

When I came back upstairs, Mistress was getting ready for bed.

"I don't think I've even been fucked that hard for so long in my life, slave....."

That was about all I got out her her before she was asleep. Oh, and "he wants to see me again before we leave town (on Wednesday)".  She did show her slave some mercy by unlocking me before closing her eyes.  It's clearly a "sleep in Sunday morning" here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Updates to follow as slave gets a more thorough debriefing.

The Smutty Text Messaging Phase

Mistress's new prospect, JJ, has been keeping her attention the last few days with a series of fawning and provocative text messages. The intent seems clear: fanning her sexual fires into a nice smoldering  blaze before he joins us here for dinner on Saturday night.

Mistress alerted me to his text based seduction strategy sometime on Thursday morning.

"He's been texting slave....it's a little distracting....."

She was working on a long and tedious work project for much of the day at her computer.  The frequent ping of an arriving text on her I-phone was providing a welcome diversion.

"I'm responding some, but I can't just do this all day, slave....I have work to do."

Before our late afternoon siesta, Mistress handed be her I-phone to check our her ongoing dialog.

"It's a shame I can't just transfer this to you slave.....it would be great for the blog".

Yes it would be. And it also got slave's uncaged cock distracted as I scrolled through their smutty conversation.  Here are a few highlights that I recall:

"So do you keep him caged?"

"Yes. He was caged last night...."

Ouch.  There goes that little somewhat embarrassing secret.

"Do you like oral...."

"Of course. Do you?"

"Yes. I am anxious to taste you......"

There was also some puffery about the girth of his cock.

"Slave, do people actually measure that?"

"Apparently he does."

We recalled the need to take measurements for the right size of my cage a few years back.  Somehow I don't think that's why JJ had measured his, which seems to exceed my "work-a-day" dimensions.

There was also some discussion about whether and what role I might play in preparatory or clean up service - a subject that was left hanging for now.

After our siesta slave enjoyed the benefit of JJ's "pump priming" ( I got that analogy from Donald Trump!), when some worship turned into some full blown late afternoon fucking.

Yesterday, JJ's campaign resumed.

"Today he asked me if I was shaved, slave."

She apparently told him about her clean shaven status, which seems to have pleased him.

"He also wanted to know if I could take a spanking."

'What did you say, Mistress?"

"That my bottom is pretty solid, and can take what he has to dish out."

Hmmm..... that sounds like a challenge, doesn't it?

For my part, I sent an email to JJ asking about whether Salmon was OK for the menu.  He agreed, while noting his preference that any "play" occur before dinner, or after sufficient time passes to digest his meal.

I responded that he and Molly need to work on the schedule.  I will serve when they direct.

As for my status, Mistress made that clear.

"I definitely think you should be in your cage again on Saturday night, slave".