Another One Bites the Dust.....

Our Western Correspondent asked a good question yesterday:

"What happened to that guy with the Ph.D. in sex studies?"

Well his Ph. D. is actually in something having to do with math and economics. But he did claim some expertise in "sacred sexuality".

We had Ken over recently for dinner. Let's just say that sparks did not fly.

As Mistress reported to me after Ken went home:

"He's smart and interesting, slave.....but not particularly attractive to me."

Her calculus was that Ken was not sufficiently "macho" for her taste.  Ken is tall, but a little too slight for her preference. And the nature of his affection was a tad too cloying.

"He sends me texts calling me 'sweetie'.  yuck....."

As for sexual chemistry, here's what she reported.  After slave did the dishes and retired upstairs, there was a chance for a little "fooling around" on our living room couch.

"We did a little kissing. He was OK. But nothing special."

But then.....

"Then he started taking off his shirt....I said 'what are you doing?"

Sounds as if she politely indicated that she had an early morning, and the nights festivities were over. He was out the door and Mistress was back in bed with me much earlier than slave had expected.

Hint to Ken: wait for the babe to start unbuttoning your shirt for you! Otherwise, leave it on!

So now Mistress is contemplating how best to tell Ken that he is being scrubbed from her prospective 'side dish' list.  And she will move onto the next prospect.

"Honey I'm Home....."

Mistress had a busy day on the cuckolding front yesterday, while her slave was traveling to and fro from our state's boringly flat capital for a continuing education seminar. (I had to leave too early on Friday for our traditional "wake up sex").

First she had a "first meet" luncheon with a prospect from OKCupid. He's a native of Liverpool,  now based in these parts, with a busy travel schedule as an airline pilot.  As I headed back down the highway, I got a quick debrief by phone from Mistress on this new prospect.

"He's the best one so far of this new crop, slave....."

She summarized for me: smart, interesting, easy to talk to, tall. He's a single guy who seems comfortable with the sort of "side dish" role that Mistress has in mind. And he's not too pushy, like some guys.

"He seems willing to take this slowly, slave.... not like some of these guys who expect you to jump into bed with them after the first drink."

Presumably, these two will schedule some sort of follow up get together in the coming weeks.

But even while Mistress is in the recruiting phase, her lover Jay is trying his best to get back in her good graces.  Jay's son is out of town this week, so the two scheduled a sleepover for last night.

I wasn't scheduled to be home until about 6:30 pm, so there was an opportunity for some early "nookie".

"He's arriving at 5 pm or so slave....so some sex, then the three of us can go to dinner. Is that OK?"

Of course, who would I be to say "no".

When I arrived home, Jay's car was in the driveway. But no one was downstairs. They had clearly adjourned to the "executive suite" upstairs.

As I walked through the door, I yelled a somewhat sarcastic, "Honey, I'm home!", in the general direction of the bedroom. Then I poured my self a glass of red and settled onto the couch to blast through some accumulated emails.

It would have been a classic scene of husband catching his wife "in flagrante" if I wasn't a well trained and complicit cuck.

Maybe 20 minutes later, Mistress came downstairs to join me, dressed in nothing more than some lacy yellow panties and a matching bra.

"Hope you don't mind that we got started without you, slave", she teased.

Of course I didn't mind.

About 10 minutes later, Jay joined us, now fully clothed, if a tad sheepish. Mistress changed into something more presentable and we were then off into a chilly, rainy night for some bracingly spicy Japanese noodles.  After dinner, we stoped off at a local bar where a political event was unfolding, chatting with the usual suspects, and introducing our third as "our friend Jay".  If folks were raising eyebrows about the third wheel, we could not tell.

Back at home, there was some light chit chat before Mistress announced that "'it's time for bed, Jay."

As far as I can tell, the two love birds drifted off quickly, as I retired to our daughter's room. But I am guessing there will be a little more action before Jay heads home this morning.

Slave may be waiting until this afternoon before I get to break my going on 48 hours of abstinence!

They're Back......

Yes, tights season is back!  Here in River City, we had the last gasp of summer over the weekend. Sunny skies. Temperatures in the 70's.  But when we woke here Monday morning, temperatures were falling and skies were gray.

"I think tights season is here, slave....."

Of course, since slave has a long and viral tights kink, Mistress had a devilish grin on her face as she let me watch her shake out some black tights that had been languishing since April in her mysterious tights and undies drawer. I stood there slack jawed watching her bunch them up and slither those shapely mountain climber legs into them.

Yum.

The sad part is that it was one of those Monday mornings when Mistress had a way too early meeting, meaning that slave would have to defer his own sexual release until later in the afternoon. Compound my horny by the fact that Mistress had been away since Friday morning, visiting our daughter in GA. When she arrived back at the UCTMW World HQ late Sunday night, she was way too tired from a long flight back for any "catch up" sex. So slave had actually been on abstinence watch for more than THREE DAYS.  Dang.

Slave's been back at a "2nd career" sort of job these last few weeks. But thoughts were lingering on Mistress in those black tights, and the prospect of breaking that long, sad abstinence streak when I got back to her.

Mistress threw some kindling on the smoldering fire with a test around 3:30.....

"Let's have sex this afternoon, slave....."

"Absolutely", I quickly responded, hoping those in the meeting would not be offended by my distraction.

"I'm in bed now....."

That gave me the extra motivation to steer my meeting to a prompt conclusion.

My bonus: Mistress was still in those black tights, with nothing more, when I slid into bed next to her an hour later.

CUCKOLD ALERT:

Tonight Mistress will be entertaining at home one of her OKCupid suitors. This is Ken, for those keeping score. Slave will be cooking.

"I won't necessarily be having sex with him tonight slave.  Not sure we are ready for that."

Ken is the guy working on a Ph. d. (of sorts) in "sacred sexuality". But entertaining. And clearly drawn to Mistress. However, the jury is still out for Mistress on whether sparks will fly between the two of them.

"Makes sense. Let's just play it by ear."

Updates, tomorrow.

Wonderful Movie Kink

Time for one of our occasional movie / tv reviews. Over the weekend (after Mistress's cuckold sleepover) we took some time to walk up the street to our local cinema to check out the new biopic about the creators of the Wonder Woman comic character.

Of course, Wonder Woman has a place in the psycho history of any submissive male of a certain age. As a baby boomer who came of age in the 1960's I was a comic book addict. In the stone ages before cable and the internet, a pre-teen's entertainment relied on the fantasy world created by DC and Marvel comics. And I must say I was particularly drawn to  those oft repeated scenes where some comic book villain put some "hero" into a fix involving chains or rope. Then there was Wonder Woman, with her magic lasso, who saucily made the male bad guys confess their crimes while in her tight  golden coils. Of course, it was also common for WW to find herself within the confines of some bad guy's (or girl's) bondage. It definitely got my young impressionable motor running in all sorts of kinky ways. no wonder I ended up a world renowned sex blogger!So when we saw the trailer for the new movie "Professor Marston and the Wonder Women" , it was "must see" viewing, particularly when it debuted at our local cinema. Here is a link to the trailer.

We were not disappointed. The movie chronicles the "adventures"  launched when Harvard Psychology Professor William Moulton Marston, his wife Elizabeth and their TA Olive Byrne invented the lie detector and simultaneously began a polyamorous relationship that lasted decades. Of course, messing  with a student would get you fired even in the 21st Century. The Marstons were booted from Harvard once their "deviance' was discovered. But their experiences and Marston's ground breaking theories on the role of dominance and submission led to their creation of the female comic book  character who became a lasting femdom poster girl.

The movie chronicles the efforts of the "decency" crusaders in the 50's to crack down on Wonder Woman's kinky proclivities, and Marston's subversive efforts to indoctrinate  his young readers with his theories on female dominance and male submission.  At least for this young reader, it seemed to have worked!

But was the movie hot?

Uhhh..... yeah. There are several smoldering three way scenes of the two attractive "wonder women" and the Prof cavorting in all sorts of kinky ways.  And a very hot scene of Mrs. Marston  binding Olive when dressed in a kinky costume that became the model for the comic WW. It certainly had  slave squirming in his seat.  And Mistress confessed she thought it was pretty hot too!
Rating: two nipples and one caged cock up! Don't wait until it makes Netflix.

Three Way Date Night

Mistress, slave and her lover Jay had what amounted to a  date night on Saturday evening. Jay seems to have gotten over the funk that had him dropping off the "side dish" map earlier in the year, and has made it clear he wants to spend more time with Mistress. That led to her invitation to join us for a night out on the town.

River City had a big "light show" extravaganza downtown over the weekend, which packed streets, bars, parks and restaurants. The three of us joined the throngs oohing and ahhing over all those bright, shiny things illuminating the sides of old 19th Century buildings. Under cover of darkness and the crowds, it was easy for the three of us to have a tasty Vietnamese dinner and then wander the streets together. And while we ran into several friends along the way, it was easy to blend in and simply say "this is our friend Jay".

Little did they know that "our friend Jay" would be sharing the bed with Mistress at the end of the evening, while slave slid under the sheets of our daughter's bed.

We got home rather late, and sat in the living room for a night cap. Mistress and Jay took the couch, and it wasn't long before her long and athletic legs were stretched over Jay's lap, her toes toying with his legs. Was she a little randy? Teasing me? or just relaxed with the notion of sharing her night with the two of us?  I wasn't sure, but it certainly had my motor running.

Soon we "retired" to our respective beds. Slave nodded off quickly, not sure what was transpiring in the bedroom next door. But certainly curious.

I slept in later than normal, but then so did the two love birds. It wasn't until 9 or so that Mistress emerged, ordering up some coffee for Jay.  She was still in a skimpy nightie, sans undies (of course) and had obviously been doing more than sleeping.  I took advantage, embracing her from behind, and letting my fingers rove a bit, over her breasts, and betwixt moist thighs.

Later we would walk up the street together for breakfast at a local diner. Then Jay was off and we took a bike ride before the rains started.  When we got home from our ride, the agenda was lazing in bed with the paper, and a nap to catch up on lost sleep.

"Are you horny slave?"

"Of course, Mistress....."

And why wouldn't I be. It had been more than 24 hours since our Saturday morning wake-up sex.

"Well you may have to wait until later, I've had a little too much sex already today."

Awww. Poor Mistress.

Fiction Friday- "A Charitable Impulse"

"Jean, what's on my schedule after 11?", Julia Mulloy asked her long time assistant, voice just loud enough to be heard through the open doorway linking their adjoining offices. 

 "Well...your staff meeting at 11, then at 1pm you get arrested". 

 "Huh?" Julia stood, striding on long shapely legs towards her assistant's desk, eyebrows raised. 

 "Remember...you volunteered for this year's Children's Hospital Jail Fundraiser. You get arrested. Your staff and friends bail you out. We've been raising money for weeks. I hear you will be a very valuable prisoner." 

 "Right...wish you had reminded me. I'm not exactly dressed for the penitentiary". 

 Julia raised her arms, turning, modeling the short black skirt and form fitting creamy silk blouse that was her typical business attire. Sheer dark hose and black pumps completed the ensemble. "I had that breakfast presentation today ". ." 

 In contrast, Jean was relatively short, with frosted blond hair cut closer than the long black hair of her boss. Jean's smaller body was fit from years of tennis and running. Unmarried, she was a few years older than the young executive she had worked with since joining the company ten years earlier. She prided herself in her loyalty and discretion that made them quite a team.Up until today that is. 

 "I'm sure they were impressed", Jean commented, taking in the tall shapely body of her boss. "But no problem, I am sure your jailers will treat you well. Maybe the sexy outfit will get you time off for good behavior." 

 "So what is the incarceration drill?", Julia asked, heading back to her desk to plow through accumulated emails. Following her into her office, Jean looked over Julia's shouldrer, a smile creasing her lips . "Oh, no big deal. An officer picks you up here, takes you downtown to the Hospital's "holding cell", one of us will be there promptly to pay your bail". 

 "Well don't be late...I want to work out tonite. I have the night off for a change." 

 "Not to worry", Jean said, her smile turning into a grin as she turned her back, heading back to her office. "If only she knew" she thought to herself. 

 Julia Mulloy was a beautiful 30 something who wanted and had it all: a great career managing the foundation of a Fortune 500 company. two great kids, off this week at summer camp, a successful attentive husband, if off on some business trip tonite, and a long, well toned body to die for. Of course, she didn't get where she was in life without making a few enemies. Among her staff there were those who appreciated her talent and support, but secretly called her a bitch when she got into her demanding mode. Outside the company she had also made her share of enemies. When you had a budget of millions to spread around the City's many charities those that got were appreciative. Those that were left off the largesse list took it personal. 

 Julia's busy morning melted into early afternoon. As plates of chicken salad were cleared from the conference room table, Jean answered the buzz of a nearby phone. Looking at Julia, eyes twinkling, she said "Looks like its time for your arrest". Smiles, laughs broke out among the half dozen, mostly female members of Julia's staff.. 

 "I can't belive I let you con me into this", Julia protested, as a short slender female version of the City's finest was shown into the conference room. 

 "I'm Officer Patricia Dunn. Is Julia Mulloy here?" she said, all business. 

 Standing, Julia reached to shake the officer's hand . "Just let me freshen up and get my purse". 

 "Sorry Maa'm, where you are going the purse won't be necessary." 

 Grasping the young executives wrist, the short but surprisingly strong officer swiftly ratcheted shut the open handcuff she had concealed from Julia in her closed hand. "Wait', Julia excalimed, "You don't need to..." . 

"Just following procedures". Officer Dunn responded, twisting the cuffed wrist behind the back of the blushing executive, then clasping and cuffing the other wrist, behind her back. 

 "This is humiliating", Julia muttered, as her staff, at first surprised, laughed at their assertive boss's sudden demise at the hands of the much smaller female officer. "This is not funny", Julia said, more loudly, face red., glaring at Jean, who approached her. "Don't worry, Julia. Its all for a good cause". Jean pushed the dark hair that had tumbled over her boss's face behind her ear, attempting to sooth ruffled feathers. "Let me get your jacket". SHe placed the black, designer suit jacket over her boss's broad , muscular shoulders, hiding the cuffs from view. 

 Julia squirmed in the binding handcuffs. She thought about other times she had been cuffed. Privately. But quickly sought to suppress the thought. This was different. Humiliating. Non-consensual. But the reflections on those past encounters with binding steel made her stomach flutter. Of couse, none of them knew. "Let's get this over with" she demanded, trying to reassert control over the situation and her own slightly deviant thoughts. 

 "Just a second. I have some special orders with this arrest", Officer Dunn said, interrupting Julia's effort to reassert control.. "And those are?" Julia retorted, looking down on the officer approaching her, eyebrow raised in disdain. 

 "Apparently you are considered to be a "dangerous" prisoner. One of the contributor's has pledged more money if we take high security measures when bringing you in. 

More titters from the staff, supressed by a glare from Julia. "How much more?" 

"$5000", Jean interjected. 

  "You knew about this?", Julia demanded, turning her disdainful glare on her assistant. 

 "You know the Hospital is our No. 1 Charity this year. I've been working the phones to make you the most valuable prisoner in this year's dock.You have some special friends out there willing to pay big for your arrest and release." 

 Temporarily pacified by her assistant's apparent devotion to a good cause, Julia sheepishly looked at the officer, "OK...do your worst". Another stomach flutter , sliding a bit lower , arose from that act of submission, and her curiosity about what was to come. 

 She had not seen the leather pouch the officer had brought with her. Out came the broad leather belt, strapped around her waist, securing her wrists in back. What were the other D's rings for, Julia speculated. 

 Then the ankle shackles. Padded leather, connected by a 12 inch chain. "At least they won't run those hose", Jean said, all too perkily. 

 Finally a leather contraption that made Julia step back, only to be braced by Jean from behind. "No" was all Julia could say, shaking her head. "Sorry", officer Dunn responded, as Jean cooed her sympathetic assurances. "Just think of those Children!" Her back pressed against the conference table, Julia really had no choice but to submit as the leather mask slid over her face, covering eyes in darkness. SHe shook her head and opened her mouth in protest as the officer, or was it Jean, slid a thick leather plug into her mouth, gagging her tightly as the contraption was buckled off, behind her neck, under her long raven hair. All she could do was shake her head in frustration now, with hands and ankles restrained. No laughter now as the staff was silenced in amazement at so thorough a subjection of their normally in control boss. 

 In darkness, Julia was led by the elbow from the room, down silent hallways, presumably out the back door into the office's parking garage. She wondered which of her colleagues had witnessed her humiliating arrest. Doing the perp walk for charity now seemed no less embarrassing than the real thing. 

 Jean was still at her side, making small talk with the officer as they headed, presumably, to some waiting vehicle. Julia heard the chirp of an unlocking door , and the sound of a van door sliding back. Officer Dunn said, "I believe the orders call for one more security measure." Julia could only mumble her confusion through gagged lips. Then she was turned her back pressed against the side of the van. 

 Now Jean's voice came to her from inches away. But it seemed a different Jean, hands now pressed against Julia, one on shoulder one on hip. "Julia...you may hate me after this is over. But, knowing you, working for you as long as I have, I have decided to take that risk. Plus...we've raised lots of money for the hospital!" WIth that, Jean 's fingers slid to the waist of her boss,opening the fastener and zipper of that short black skirt. Despite squirms and muted protests, gravity took the skirt to Julia's ankles, where firm hands lifted each shackled foot to pull it away, exposing the dark pantyhose that covered Julia's muscular legs. 

  "Hmmm...no undies", the officer commented archly. "She hates panty lines", Jean responded, as if Julia was not there. Julia turned even redder, frustrated that she could not be heard through her gag, then astonished as she felt Jean, or was it the officer, fiddle with the leather belt at her waist, attaching who knows what, then spinning her around, chest now pressed firmly against the van. Hands reached between her thighs, lingering intimately, to Julia's astonishment, then pulling something through. 

  "I believe she's wet already", Jean commented to the officer, who laughed softly. Whatever had been pulled through her legs was connected to the leather belt in back, then . tightened with a jerk that brought Julia to her toes. Gasping into her gag, Julia was turned again, facing the unseen Jean. But this time Jean moved even closer, one of her thighs sliding between Julia's , pressing against an undeniably responsive cunt, making Julia breath hard, heart racing. 

 "Julia, darling. You and I have had a business like relationship all these years. But as your assistant I pick up things. Like those emails to that woman lawyer in Boston." Julia gasped. Those were private. "Or the handcuffs you used to keep buried in your briefcase". Another gasp. Mike had given her those. To use with that Boston lawyer. "Then there was that kinky bondage novel you had in your desk for so many months." Julia's head sunk. Busted. 

 "But sometimes you can be so dense. You know I like women. But you never picked up on the crush I've had for you all these years". Now Jean's fingers were sliding under Julia's silk blouse, teasing a nipple with strong polished nails. Julia's pulse raced, cunt now dripping. 

 "Well it turns out I am not the only one with a crush on you. Someone you know has decided to pay big to your favorite charity for some quality time with you today. Your schedule is clear through late tonite. When your evening is over, give me a call and tell me whether I have a job in the morning....Better yet. Stop by and give me the blow by blow. Let me soothe those aching muscles." With a final tweek at Julia's left nipple, and a final grind of thigh against molten cunt, Jean stepped away. 

 "Take her away officer", Jean said with a laugh. "But let me turn this on first". Julia jumped as she felt a vibrator, incorporated in the cunning crotch strap, come to life in close contact with her sex. Her knees nearly buckled as she took in her plight and the confession of lust she had just received from her long time assistant. In a fog mingling embarrassment with a quickening sexual agitation, she let the officer slide her into the van, where she was buckled into place, squirming in her bonds, on the van's firm bench seat. Her assistant had learned of and exploited her darkest fantasies. The effect was incendiary. But where was she headed now? 

Threadbare?

Mistress and slave had a laid back weekend here in River City, particularly on Saturday when our typical familial engagements were scrubbed. It left time for some exhilarating wake-up sex, which also put an end to slave's abstinence arising from Jay's Thursday night sleep over. Then there was a bike ride and even some mid-day sunning on what might have been the last day of "Indian summer" here in the heartland.

It didn't take slave much to persuade Mistress to relax in our garden, where she basked and napped for a couple of hours with me.  But I could not  resist taking a photo of her when she was snoozing. Is it me, or is her lovely bottom a little more exposed than usual in this photo?

On Sunday morning we celebrated a switch day light, with slave deploying Mistress' s favorite power tool to "force" a rather dramatic orgasm from her clean shaven folds.

BTW, even though Jay has reappeared, Mistress did not cancel some scheduled "meet and greets" with a few gentlemen she has received overtures from via OK Cupid.  Last night she and I met Ken, a guy about her age who purports to me "sapiosexual".  Ken is an interesting guy, divorced, well educated, who has immersed himself in "sacred sexuality" via a number of kinky sounding seminars he has attended in places as far and wide as San Diego, Michigan and London (England, not Kentucky). But will there be a connection?

"He's interesting slave....but the jury's still out on whether there's an attraction."

Clearly, Ken was attracted to Mistress. He's anxious to move onto the "next phase", and even referenced some ongoing arousal as the two departed with a hug yesterday evening at a local watering hole.

But then Mistress has a tendency to do that to guys.

Unscheduled Cuckold Sleepover

Mistress took me a little by surprise earlier this week when she mentioned that Jay (her long lost lover) had suggested they go to dinner on Thursday night.

Jay had disappeared from her life about 8 months ago, without any real explanation. It was annoying and inconsiderate, and a subject of conversation between us for a while. But then Mistress seemed to let it go, moving on to other things, including OK Cupid and JJ.

But then, after our return from Africa, the two talked a bit, and then had lunch last week.

"He apologized for disappearing slave. Said he was in a 'funk', and I was gone so much he just sort of gave up on me."

Jay has the burden of an aging Mom and a disabled son. So a "funk" was a credible explanation.


Now it was a more formal "date",  an evening out together. But would there be more? On Thursday, as Mistress primped for him and I prepared some dinner to take over to my cute grandkids, we discussed contingencies.

"So will he be sleeping over, Mistress...."

"I really don't know, slave. Let's just see how it goes."

Jay was stopping by to pick Mistress up shortly after I left for my daughter's house. It occurred to me that there might be some "making out" going on in my living room as I helped set the dinner table and carved the roast chicken I had brought with me. Or maybe this would simply be a chaste visit? Were they shifting into a "just friends" mode?

While I was eating dinner with my grandkids, Mistress gave me a call.

"We're eating at [a restaurant in the neighborhood]. Why don't you stop by and have a drink with us on the way home? Oh.... and Jay's spending the night,,,,,,"

So it seemed Mistress and Jay had patched things up?

At the little neighborhood bistro where they were eating, I joined them over desert. We caught up for lost time, talked about our trip to Africa, and the latest crazy emitting from the White House. Then we headed back to our house.

Jay patiently suffered through my little slide show on our Kili adventure. Then Mistress hinted that it was time to retire to her "executive suite". I think she was looking forward to some "make up" sex, which is always the best, isn't it?

I had made my own contingency plan: before leaving I had made sure my laptop and kindle were already ready for me in our daughter's room. I did not want to interrupt them in flagrante. And as I drifted off to sleep, without Mistress to warm the bed, I could hear some rather loud and enthusiastic moans of sexual release emanating  through the door of our bedroom, along with murmurs of animated conversation during the respites that they took from more active sexual engagement.

They clearly were back in a comfortable saddle, and making up for lost time.

Jay had said he was setting his alarm for 6 am, and I was prepared by then downstairs to make him some coffee. But it turned out that the two reunited lovebirds "slept in". It wasn't until 8 am that they emerged, looking a little rumpled, but satisfied. I made Jay that coffee, and soon he was on the way, but not without a lingering goodbye kiss.

Mistress allowed her slave to worship after Jay left, and I had a chance to savor all those intermingled juices that are left behind after a night in bed with your "side dish".  But Mistress made clear that her slave would be experiencing an unscheduled "abstinence day".

"I think I've had more than enough sex for today slave....."

"Understood, Mistress."

Fortunately, I suspect Mistress will be more than ready for her slave's attention this morning.



"

The Cougar Effect

Mistress has been filtering through a variety of OJ Cupid supplicants over the last week. She is (and has every right to be) very selective. Which means sometimes a guy who seems like a prospect ends up in the cutting room floor.

Like the guy looking for a dominant woman. We toyed with the idea of a tag team of two slave tending to Mistress's needs. But this guy seemed more focused on his own needs.  She indicated a willingness to meet. He was asking for more information about Mistress's "style of dominance". But Mistress resists any sort of explicit chat before meeting someone.

"Slave, I've learned that when you do that, and then meet and discover there is no chemistry, you feel pretty stupid about sharing all that information....."

Makes sense. As her corresponding secretary I explained her reticence, but  told the guy he was welcome to share his own preferences if he felt comfortable doing that.  In response, the would be sub said he was looking for a "more hard or sadistic Woman to submit fully to. A Woman who enjoys subjecting a male fully to her whims and enjoys S&M and bondage to a fuller degree."

Hmmm.

When I described these preferences to Mistress, she sighed.  "That sounds like a lot of work, slave...."

In addition, and as I told this dude, Mistress is neither "hard" nor a sadist. And while she could work with someone willing to show his submission and devotion, and wear a cock cage to his heart's content, a guy looking for sadism and "hard" might consider looking elsewhere. The guy agreed when Mistress responded that "if you're looking for sadism, I'm not your cup of tea."

One thing that has become clear is that any successful supplicants for Mistress's attention are probably going to be younger than she is. The guys in their mid to late 50's on OK Cupid around here seem pretty dull and, well.....old.

"They seem a lot older than you do, slave.....even though they might be 10 years younger."

I guess Mistress keeps her slave younger than his actual age!

This brings us to an article in the Times yesterday, titled I want my 2.3 bonus years. It's written by a woman in her 30's bemoaning the fact that guys her age would rather date women in their 20's. It enclosed this chart that supposedly shows the preferences of men and women on OK Cupid, that she says shows that men of older ages are attracted to younger women, while women are attracted to guys their own age.



But I took away another message:  once women hit age 40 or so, the curve bends.   Once they his 40, women are  attracted to younger men. (The chart, sadly, ends at age 50. But presumably women in their 50's also follow the trending of jonesing for  younger guys).  This COUGAR tendency certainly is consistent with Mistress's experience. I mean she already has an old guy!  Why not go for someone down the food change.

Of course, this leaves old slaves like me twisting in the wind. If the curve on this chart was to continue on, my guess is only women in their late 70's would be interested in a guy approaching 67, even if I did just summit Kili.  I'm very grateful  Mistress hasn't kicked me to the curb just yet!