Home for the Holidays

It's been some time since we posted here. A few of you have asked "what's up, Molly and mick?..... where are those frequent updates.... anything wrong in UCTMW world?"

Well, things are just fine.  While Mistress does not have an active "cuckolder" in her life, we've still got our almost every day sexual action going, keeping the home fires burning in a way that likely exceeds what happens in most marital beds for couples younger than us.

So why no cuckold action?  It's not that we've turned the page on that.  Mistress remains open to the notion of an extracurricular lover.  But she is selective, as she should be. Quite frankly, the on-line sources like OKCupid and Collarspace have turned into cold trails here. And it's hard to find someone willing to plunge into someone else's marriage in the fashion we prefer who has the physique, conversational skills and enough macho spark to peak Mistress's interest.

It's something we talk about from time to time.

Example: Mistress goes to a local Y to swim laps, now that the cold weather has come to the heartland.

"There are a few guys who swim who seem to flirt every now and then, slave....."

"Hmmm..... go for it Mistress......"

Then there was this from yesterday.....

"I talked to Jay today,  slave.... its been a while......"

"How did that go, Mistress?"

"He seems good.  He even asked if I would consider "hanging out" with him again sometime."

"Hanging out?  What does that mean?"

"I think it means having sex again, slave.'

"So what did you say?"

"I told him I was open to the idea if he wasn't going to get pissed off at me again.,,,"

"Did he really get pissed off?   Or just mysteriously go off the map?"

"I suppose that was it, slave.  He tends to disappear just when things are warming up again".

Our theory on Jay is that he likes spending time with Mistress, but then gets cranky about the idea of "sharing" with her husband, explaining why he has occasionally gone dark on her just when things seem to be going well.

Is this a common problems for practitioners of cuckolding or "open marriages"?

We've just started watching a new Netflix show titled "Wanderlust", a 6 episode mini-series starring Toni Collette, about a suburban English couple who stumble into an "open marriage" arrangement and realize it can provide a much needed spark to their own sexual relationship.  But, as with us, they also discover that not every sexual partner wants to know that his married affair-partner is doing it with her/his spouses knowledge and encouragement.

For most guys, maybe they see the whole thing as a "reverse-cuckold" that makes them squeamish.

In any event, it turns out we can be quite happy and sexually active without an active cuckolder involved.

We hope all of our readers are happy and active too!  Enjoy the holidays!

Mistress's Endurance Test (Pat II)

Mistress has been filling me in on the details of her Wednesday afternoon delight with Jimmy over the last few days, typically as we engage in our own less physically demanding coupling -- after all what's the point of a good cuckolding if it's not fuel for subsequent passion for the cuckold-or and her cuck?

Here are some highlights:

"How did things get going, Mistress?"

"Well we talked for a while downstairs, slave.... then we came up here (to our bedroom).  I guess we messed around for a while with our clothes on....."

"And how long did that last, Mistress?"

"Hmmmm...... I suppose it wasn't too long before our clothes were off....."

"Did he do the unwrapping, Mistress?"

"I suppose he helped me, slave....."

Bu now slave was unclothed himself, and Mistress had wriggled out of those lacy undies she had worn for Jimmy, allowing me to suckle those tender clean shaven folds.

"You really did it four times?"

"Yes. It was almost too much for me, slave.  I'm sore down there."

"What about the cock, Mistress....."

"I guess that's the problem slave.... it's big. Not overly long big like JJ's was. But thick. Very thick. I could barely fit it in my mouth....."

(Of course, that opened up another line of inquiry. Sort of like when Bret Kavanaugh told all those Senators how much he likes beer. Did Mistress enjoy Jimmy's cock as much?)

"So did you like sucking his cock, Mistress?"

"I did slave. And he seemed to like it too."

By now, Mistress was getting closer to another orgasm, with the help of her slave's tongue, but I was taking it easy, in light of all that use / abuse...."

"Did you ride that cock, Mistress?"

"I did.... but not right away. He's kind of a take charge guy in bed.  When I first offered to get on top he said ....'no. you're staying right there' and kept on fucking me from on top....."

You get the drift here....Mistress was thoroughly fucked by Jimmy for a a couple of hours on Wednesday afternoon, while her "poor" slave was off at work, cage locked in place over here work-a-day cock. And while I was not allowed an "all access pass" that evening, due to tender folds, Mistress has been very indulgent since then, including a twofer yesterday afternoon, before I got to watch my alma mater take on our rivals from the west coast last evening.

But I  came back to this question. "He really was able to do it four times?"  This was all the more amazing since Jimmy had expressed a little insecurity about his ability to perform in a message sent only a few hours before their rendezvous. Was that real? Or was he simply trying to reduce expectations so as to exceed them later?

"Yes. Four times. And not with a whole lot of rest in between. It was almost too much for my parts, slave...."

As someone approaching 68, I should be happy to be able to perform once a day, and sometimes twice. But I don't think I've ever been able to do it four times in two hours. So hats off to Jimmy. (Which raises a question I forgot to ask about that ever so thick cock.... cut or un?)

What does the future hold with Mistress and Jimmy? It's not clear whether Mistress will indulge a re-match. Though his subsequent texting suggests he's interested.

"The jury's still out on that slave.  He's so much younger. I'm really not used to being the "grown up in the room".

Stay tuned.....

Mistress's Endurance Test (Part I)

Yesterday Mistress had her first encounter with her new (and very much younger) lover, Jimmy. Slave was sent to work in his cage, something that had been gathering dust in my dresser these last few weeks.

""It's about time, slave", was all Mistress said as she snapped the lock closed and pocketed the little key to her "work-a-day" cock's freedom.

Jimmy was scheduled to arrive at around 11:30 am. Not long before that I saw my text app light up.

"I'm nervous".

Not surprising. First intimate encounter with a new lover. And Mistress had shared some degree of insecurity about how Jimmy, who just turned 41,  might react to her mid-50's bod. Of course, slave had reasured her.

"You're hot, Mistress.  He would not have pursued you back when you first met, and now, if he didn't think so too."

"He's only seen me with my clothes on, slave....."

"Without clothes, he'll find you even hotter."

"I hope so. slave...."

Yes. She was a little nervous.  But I suspect Jimmy was too.

After that, there was radio silence. Slave's cock twitched a tad inside his cage as I speculated about what might be underway back in our bed. As the clock ticked past 1 pm, I had to speculate that things were going well. By 2 pm, I was getting a little worried. And then Mistress rang me at my desk.

"Hi slave...."

"So how did it go?" (no small talk on my end.... I was VERY curious......)

"It was good slave...... we did it four times.  I'm tired and a little sore....."

"Four times?  Really?"

"Yep. Four times.....I'll give you a full report when you get home. In fact he wanted to know if I would tell you all the details."

"What did you say, Mistress?"

"Of course.  He thought that was very hot."

When I got home, Mistress was reclining in bed, wearing nothing more than some skimpy yellow lacy undies and a clingy black top, thumbing off a text message on her I-phone.   To Jimmy, of course.

"I'm tired, slave.....  he says he's tired too.  And  that he couldn't get enough of me....."

Slave was quickly out of my work attire, and joined Mistress in bed. And once I settled my balding head between Mistress's legs to tend to tender clean shaven folds, Mistress began filling me in some of the steamier details.  But since slave was cut off yesterday ("My parts need a rest, slave"), I am going to head back upstairs now to join Mistress in bed.

I'm sure you understand.

More details in the next few days.

Back in (Cuckold) Business

Mistress surprised her slave a week ago with some unexpected news.

"Remember Jimmy *******, slave?"

"That guy from [large local consumer products company] who came onto you a few years back?"

"Exactly".

"What about him, Mistress?"

"I'm having lunch with him next Friday...."

It was all very matter of fact. And I remembered only a little about the guy. One of those AM candidates that Mistress had considered and rejected. He had been very persistent and flirtatious via text. And a lot younger. Was that what had given Mistress second thoughts. Or was it her on again, off again relationship with Jay?  Hard to recall.

"So why now, Mistress?"

"He recontacted me a few days ago.  And since there's nothing else going on these days, I figured, what harm is there in a lunch.... he's clearly still interested. Why not hear him out?"

As Friday approached, I was waiting for news that Mistress had changed her mind. But her plans remained steady.  I was sitting at work on Friday morning, and when we talked as she headed for her "date" I asked that she give me a call afterwards to let me know how things developed.  But I was not really expecting the news she reported when she called back at around 2 pm.

"Hi Slave......"

"Hi Mistress..... so how did your lunch with Jimmy go?"

"It was good slave......better than I expected.....he's pretty engaging. Fun to talk to. And very interested in me still."

"That's no surprise, Mistress. He always was pretty persistent. So where's this headed?"

"He's coming over next Wednesday.... to our house....he was pushing for something more today, but I told him we're taking this slowly....."

"Hmmmm...... so you're attracted to him Mistress?"

"I am slave.....he's pretty hot....and  smooth. "

I got home around 4 pm.... it was a Friday after all.....to find Mistress in our bed, settling in for a late afternoon nap. She was in some tight black undies that hugged some delectable curves. I was planning on a bike ride, so left her to her nap and changed into some biking attire. When I returned, sweaty from a ride in River City's late summer heat and humidity she was stirring. Once I hopped out of the shower we had a chance to talk a little more about her lunch and unexpected plans to move forward with Jimmy.

"So what changed your mind, Mistress?"

"It's hard to remember why I blew him off a few years ago. He is attractive. And interesting. Maybe it was the age?"

"He's 41, right?"

"Right, about [my daughter's] age.....but he seems more....mature. Maybe it's his work experience. "

"Think about it....he's about the same years younger than you that you are younger than me, Mistress.....that's not so bad."

"I suppose so.  His father's actually younger than you are, slave....."

Ouch!

I got permission to worship, and Mistress wriggled out of those black panties, spreading her thighs to give me access to those clean shaven folds. As I went "on task" I couldn't help murmur some questions about Mistress's upcoming tryst to kindled our mutual blaze.

"So will he want you to suck his cock, Mistress?"

"I suspect so, slave.  Most guys like that. Why would he be any different?"

"Do you like that Mistress...."

"Ummmmm...... I do slave....."

"Do you want him Mistress?"

"Yes..... I definitely do, slave."

It wasn't long before Mistress was bucking against my avid lips. And afterward, she gave me permission to take my own pleasure from those luscious folds.

Hw many semi-retired slaves like me get a twofer on Fridays?

Still Crazy

Yes, we've been remiss with our postings these last few weeks. No trauma or disasters befell us. But after we returned to River City for the start of the school year (which sets the rhythm for Mick's workalike these days), there hasn't been much to blog about.

In particular, we have run dry when it comes to potential cuckolders. Anyone have any thoughts on a potential source of supply?

Of course, there still is (virtually) daily sex, and a little extra worship thrown in on the side.  But not much in the kink category (unless you count an occasional cropping by Mistress of her sometimes recalcitrant slave).

Fortunately, we got a long weekend off these last few days for a brief "end of summer" escape to our SW hideaway. There has been plenty of sex, music and socializing.  I even surprised Mistress with a request for some afternoon delight this afternoon, following our midday siesta.

And to prove that Mistress still remains tanned, ready and rested, the above photo provides all the confirmation you need.

We will try not to leave our shrinking group of devoted readers in the dark for this long again.

The "V-shot" Isn't Just for "Victory" Anymore

Mistress and slave have been enjoying a very laid back summer here at our SW hideaway.  There has been much sex, and naked sunbathing  too, along with daily bike rides or hiking and checking out the local music scene.

It’s been so laid back that I sort of forgot about the blog. And, in truth, we’ve not had much of the exotic to entertain you with.

“I guess I’m in between side dishes, slave…..”

It’s hard to recruit them out here in our little town on the edge of the Sangre de Christo mountains.  Sure, there are plenty of “mountain men” types that could potentially appeal to Mistress.  “But it’s a small town slave….. people will talk and that would be embarrassing.”

In addition, it’s hard to find things to put in a sex blog these days that you can’t read about in the MSM (main stream media).  Take the article in yesterday’s NY Times with the tease of a headline "The Selfie that Dares to Go There".

Remember when slave would blog about how Mistress had sent me, or maybe one of her lovers, one of those daring and jaw dropping (depending on how and where received) photos of her delectable clean shaven folds?  Or when a female dinner companion started scrolling through my I-phone photos one evening and I rudely had to snatch it back from her to make sure she did not see more of Mistress than she had bargained for?

Well according to the Times, the “V-shot” has now gone mainstream.  The Times recounts how unsolicited or “surprise” photos of private parts aren’t just for guys to send anymore. And then proceeds to lecture on what sort of angles and filters one can use to make one’s “V-shot” stand out in a crowd of crass pretenders. Here’s some advice from a lady who supposedly runs the “VSpot”, a salon in NYC where would be V-selfie senders go for Vaginal maintenance, make overs and “plumping” before deploying their favorite cameras on their privates:

“Snapchat  filters banish blemish and razor bumps,” she said, adding that when she gets really fancy she uses Photoshop. “My mother is a photographer — lights and background are everything. Sometimes filters can make the ‘v’ look shaved even if it’s been two days and you’re stubbly. You want your ‘v’ to look good, so whatever light, filter, position will make your ‘v’ look best, that’s the one you should use. I use it as a narrative, as if you’re telling a story. It’s an aspect of that, it’s not just a vagina.”

This apparently mainstream phenomenon may explains why some guys (thinking here of Mistress’s former college boy friend who she has communicated with lately) immediately begin lobbying for the “intimate” selfies as soon as the cyber correspondence gets past “remember what we used to do together in my VW van?”

I guess this sex blog, one that has traditionally been “R-rated”,  is now as  “cutting edge” as “Adam-12” re-runs, the Penthouse letters section, or Mad Magazine.

Neoprene Fetish?

Mistress and slave are back at our SW hideaway, having returned from our "vacation from our vacation." But it's still not too late to post this fetching photo of Mistress and her "swimming sisters" ready for their plunge into the bay. Is Neoprene a fetish like that thinner black shiny stuff? If so, we've got you covered at UCTMW.  (Sadly, there were no octopus sightings in the Bay for any of you tentacle fetishists).

Of course, many of you have followed this blog to prime the pump of your femdom and cuckold fetishes. And while Mistress is between extracurricular lovers these days, there is a prospect out there -- her old college boyfriend Jeff.  And it seems they have been doing some pump priming of their own by text and facebook messenger these last few days.

Last night, after we returned from a pizza dinner and some Monday night music at a local bar, Mistress had something new to share.

"He sent me a video of him jerking off, slave....."

"Hmmm...... that's a little presumptuous.  What do  you think about that?"

"I think it's kind of hot, slave..... do you want to see?"

"Well, I guess so....."

She held up her I-phone, where the image of a hand gripping an 'angry' cock appeared, with that little video arrow pointing to the right."

"Do you want to watch the video, slave?"

"Hmmm..... no, don't think that's necessary, Mistress."

Why was I reluctant to get the full cock video experience?  I guess I am not as interested in cocks as Mistress, which I suppose is reassuring. But I did have a question.

"Can you tell how big it is Mistress?"

"Not really, slave...."

It was a little hard to tell. It might depend on whether he has big or little hands. Since that was the only thing about the video providing a perspective.

But there was more.

"He says he wants me to send him something to inspire him to finish the job, slave.....what should I do?"

We were under the covers by now.  Mistress had on a skimpy nightie with her left nipple poking out.

"What if I take a picture of your nipple, Mistress.  Would that help?"

"We can try".

She sent the photo off to her new / old friend. But that didn't seem to do the trick.

A few minutes later she had this comment.

He says he wants more, slave. a photo of my bottoms too.

So I accommodated, like a good little cuck, taking photo of the matching bottoms after peeling back our new teal sheets.

"Now he wants me to roll my undies down a bit slave."

I took this photo, the last of the evening's set.

Hopefully, that helped Jeff "finish off" last night. But by now I could tell Mistress needed some help taking her own edge off.

"Would you like me to worship, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, slave...."

It turns out that it did not take much from my avid lips and tongue to push Mistress over the edge.  I'll give Jeff credit for the "assist".

Escape from Alcatraz....

Mistress and slave are parked in our favorite little beach town, just north of "The City". We came to ground her after Mistress accomplished one of her "bucket list" items - the swim from Alcatraz Island to the SF waterfront. It was no easy task, but she had the company of three old friends, cheering each other on, while fighting the tides and keeping an eye out for whales and great whites reputedly lurking in the deep, cold  bay waters. Their adventure fortuitously occurred on the anniversary of the infamous 1962 escape by three prisoners never heard from again, which was chronicled in the 1977 movie starring Clint Eastwood.

As you can imagine, the two mile plus swim in 58 degree water  left Mistress both ecstatic and exhausted. So it made sense to hunker down in a shabby beach side motel for three nights before heading back to the high desert. But despite all that exertion, she even found the energy to indulge her slave in a little "hanky panky" after we checked in, before lolling off for a late afternoon sleep yesterday.  As you can see, slave made sure to document the moment.

Now Where Were We.....

Slave has been a little (well, a lot) negligent in recent weeks when it comes to keeping our readers updated.

Part of it was Mistress's long absence on her journey to Africa.  What was there to report?  Nightly "self abuse" and daily cage wear.  Pretty dull.

But Mistress did come home, for a whirlwind few days back in River City before we "loaded up the truck" (well really the Subaru) and headed west for a summer at our SW hideaway.  And while Mistress informed the WC when we drove through his home state, we kept our arrival "under wraps".

Now we are on a "vacation from our vacation".  Mistress signed up with some friends to swim in the infamous "shark fest" in San Francisco Bay.  The swim is tomorrow morning. So here we are in the City By the Bay, engaging in some hot sex in our hotel room, after an evening eating sushi and drinking sake.  It's a unique form of "pre-gaming".  But as evidence that Mistress has remained in top shape for tomorrow morning's plunge into the Bay, here's a photo of her firm and enticing ass and legs.

On the cuckold front, Mistress has her old college boyfriend in the back burner, enticing him with the occasional semi-revealing photo. And then there was that guy she was chatting up at our favorite high desert local watering hole on Wednesday night.

But for the time being, she's stuck with her slave's work-a-day cock.  And even if it involves the occasional cropping, as I "suffered" on Sunday afternoon in our little adobe home, who am I to complain?

Mistress Does the Dark Continent

Here in River City, slave is languishing in an empty bed going on a week now. Mistress is off on another one of her African adventures, and slave is slogging through the end of my "work year", with summer vacation looming in another 10 days or so.  But the days without Mistress are passing VERY slowly.

Mistress has set some rules for me: caged when I go to work or go "out", and daily "self abuse" to make sure I don't get too horny. (I know, very indulgent, but she has method to the madness!)  We've been able to talk most afternoons. And, as requested, I've sent her several photos evidencing compliance with her "rules" -- both cage shots and rampant cock shots.

Yesterday Mistress and slave were able to 'FaceTime" while I was at work, and she was in bed, with the mosquito nets providing a certain exotic back drop.  She even flashed me a view of those cleanly shaven folds, which had slave's work-a-day cock straining in its close, caged confines. I think Mistress enjoyed her ability to impose some mild torture from half a world away.

But you'll be happy to know that Mistress hasn't let her quest for a new lover to cool even when she's on the road and far out of our own time zone.

"I've traded a few messages with Jeff (the former college boyfriend) over the last week, slave.....told him that I am open to 'getting together' in August, once we are back home from (our SW hideaway). "

"Was he surprised, Mistress? You pretty much shut him down when he came to town."

"A woman has the right to change her mind, slave.  And he seems very interested.  Talked about going to a spa.  I told him I'm really not a spa sort of woman.  But I am sure we can come up with something."

So slave is left contemplating how Mistress's new interest in an old beau will play out, which has been fueling my evening "self abuse" sessions. And, apparently,  also fueling Mistress's own evening bed time fingering of those clean shaven folds.

"So what were you contemplating while you took care of yourself last night, Mistress?'

"It involved Jeff fucking me while you watched with your cage on slave....."

Ouch.  That was definitely made slave's cock twitch in my cage.

Of course, that got me thinking along the same lines. But with Mistress in Africa, I also can't help delve into some Tarzan and Jane fantasies too.  Somehow I don't recall these images in the Disney movies I watched with my grandkids!

The Dowager Domme Goes Full "Dragon Lady".

Mistress and slave have had a few days now to recover from the big wedding that Mistress had perfectly planned and executed for our daughter and her new husband.

Of course, the weekend was a forced march through a Friday brunch, rehearsal, rehearsal dinner hosted by Mistress's mother -- the Dowager Domme; then a long Saturday of preparing the room (an old retired Catholic Church) organizing photographs, and, finally a very big long night.  It wasn't until past midnight that the two of us finally made it home, exhausted but satisfied that, despite all odds, things had gone off without a hitch.

Excellent planning, Mistress!

But there was still a Sunday of visiting with family before they left town, and a dinner with our two daughters, the new son-in-law and some friends from our Florida days. By Monday morning we were running on fumes.

"I  should use the crop on you today, slave.....but I'm too tired."  There had been a cropping hiatus with our two daughters in the house since Wednesday, because the sounds might be a tad disturbing to the two Dommes in training.

Fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective) Mistress recovered her energy level by Tuesday, and reminded my bottom of what it had been missing.

The only amusing note from the weekend was the Dowager Domme's choice of a wedding outfit.  Of course, one might have expected the grandma of the bride to wear something elegant but unobtrusive so as not to eclipse either the bride or her daughter, the "MOB".

But that would not be in character for the Dowager Domme, would it.

Instead she showed up in a rather severe looking black dress accented with large red flowers. (a bit like the one on the left, but with a shorter hemline and a broader collar).

I decided to address the elephant in the room.

"So J, that's quite a dress. Where did you get that?"

"Thanks, Mick. It's Vietnamese...."

"Ahhhh..... the Madame Nhu look."

She just smiled to my reference to someone those of us who recall the Vietnam War would remember.

Madame Nhu: the so called "Dragon Lady",  who was part of the ruling family of South Vietnam who
LBJ and Nixon propped up at the cost of thousands of young American lives.  Didn't she have her own torture chamber, where political dissidents met a cruel fate?

Of course, Mistress was a little annoyed at her mother's attempt to "upstage" her daughter and granddaughter at the big wedding.

 But then what would one expect of a true "Dowager Domme".   In fact, maybe we should start referring to her as the "Dragon Lady" from now on.   I just don't want to end up in her cross-hairs.

And "Insolent" too.....

Mistress corrected her slave yesterday morning about my post.

"You forgot "insolent" slave.  I have heard that tone in your voice the last few days."

This came as we engaged in an unexpected "dance" in bed yesterday morning.  I was using my tongue and lips to entertain Mistress's delectable clean shaven folds.  She was using her palm to spank my ass.

It was not quite as painful as the crop she'd applied over the weekend, but distracting from my prime mission....delivering a pre-intercourse orgasm.  Of course, ultimately, I got the job done and Mistress rewarded her insolent slave with an opportunity for some full on and a little noisy wake-up sex.

"We're going to have to be more quiet over the next few days, slave....."

"True.  But only until Monday....."

Mistress was referring to the arrival of our daughters and a fiancé for this weekend's wedding. Chaos is descending on the Collins household for an eventful weekend here. That means our sex life will have to go into stealth mode until the nest is empty again.

The upside is that Mistress will have to spare the rod.

"You make too much noise with all that whining when you get cropped slave....."

"I think they'd hear the crop hitting my ass even if I didn't vocalize Mistress....."

Later yesterday morning I got a text at work.

"Insolent: showing a rude and arrogant lack of respect. Synonym: impudent."

I better be careful with my tone this weekend, or there will be a reckoning that my ass may not appreciate come Monday evening.

Petulant? Impudent? Or Both?

The first order of business here today is to display Mistress's new "foundational" garment.  Last week we showed off some whispy thing she had purchased as an intimate layer beneath her elegant "mother of the bride" dress. She (and her slave) were so pleased with it that she decided to acquire another one in black -- a more traditional color scheme for Mistress.  She wore it Saturday night to dinner at the Dowager Domme's house, and gave me a chance to photograph her in it Sunday morning before it was doffed for wake up sex.

Isn't it fetching?

Now, back to today's real subject.

Over the weekend slave was accused of "back sliding".

"You've not been as attentive these last few days, slave!"

"There's too much petulance in this house".

"I don't like that impudent tone, slave!"

You get the picture.

Of courses, Mistress is always right. I probably have been a little distracted with some work drama this last week. And maybe that compromised my focus on atoning for my past offenses and keeping Mistress as my primary focus.  That's not a good place to be with our kids reinfesting the nest starting tonight, and a big wedding over the weekend.

But these well grounded accusations did get us discussing a matter that required the consultation of a dictionary.

Was I really "petulant"?  Or was it more "impudence" that Mistress was calling to my attention?

According to one dictionary I found, "petulant" denotes someone who is "childishly sulky or bad tempered" as in "he was moody and petulant / a petulant shake of the head."

On the other hand, "impudent" means "not showing due respect for another person", as in "she could have strangled this impudent upstart."

Fortunately, Mistress has not (yet) resorted to strangling.  But my ass has certainly received some more corrective action in recent days than it had grown used to.  I am refocused on doing the little things that can help me shed any trace of either petulance or impudence.

Wish me (and my ass) well!

Our Western Correspondent Takes to the Links

Mistress and slave have been enjoying a laid back weekend here in River City, getting ready for a big family wedding and related events in the coming weeks. While there hasn't been any recent cuckolding here in recent weeks, there has been plenty of worship, conventional sex, and cropping to remind slave of his "place" and the error of his ways.  

But today's blog features some hard core reporting from our Western Correspondent, who seems to be spending a lot of time chasing a little white ball these days:

Well I think I should lighten things up around here (social commentary to follow:) .

I usually play golf at two courses in the Denver metro area because I buy seasons passes at those two courses

It's like skiing.... a lift ticket at Vail is about $160.00 per day...........a season pass (if purchased in Denver) is about $600.00

So it is interesting to note the difference between the two courses

One course is in the southern suburbs of Denver

Mostly white, mostly older, most good guys and gals, most pretty good golfers (think blue and black no moguls), most nice people

The other course is an historic Denver course     (They are both public courses by the way)

The demographic is quite different

In Denver I usually play with a bunch of younger kids ....

Some are ex high school or college players  (very good players) think 300 yard drives right down the middle

Some suck..........

But have a lot of fun playing!!!!!!!!!!!!

Think snowboarders

Never seen anybody smoking a blunt at the suburban course

But Sunday I was playing with three young kids (two guys and a gal) and she was an ex-olympic mogul skier

Its true............I happen to know her name ............(and btw .........she could hit it really  hard for a lady)

On the biggest stage in the world she did a corked 360's in the middle of a black diamond mogul run!!!!!!

I was very fucking impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    

I ski raced for years with chick skiers............  they are a tough breed!

She was my hero for the day!!!!!!

All three were good golfers

So..............we walk up to the 9th tee and there are two groups waiting to hit

Both groups were sharing some joints

So ............  our group walks up and they kindly offer us a hit or two

Now ...........here is the funny thing about Colorado today........

Every single person asked what is it?

Sativa? Indica? Hybrid? Flower? Kief? Oil? Shake? 

Most declined not because they didn't want a hit...............but because it was not their brand!!!!!!

I understand.......  (I will never drink a Bud or vote for a republican)

But the times they are a changing

And we can learn a lot from these kids..............

Keep it real my friends

WC

Thanks, WC.  I'm sure these youngsters were happy to have a grizzled old veteran on hand to show them how it's done. Hope that lady boarder didn't get so distracting that it threw you off your game! And thanks for the photos!

Full Disclosure (Not).

Mistress and slave survived our appointment with our tag team therapists yesterday, but in the process almost lost the poker faces that we have been using to filter out some of the juicier aspects of our mutual "story".

In response to gentle questioning from the female therapist, Mistress conceded that she was "doing better" because her husband was doing "some things" that were demonstrating he is more focused on her,  and not on some menacing "third party". But when pressed on how my conduct has changed, Mistress had trouble being specific.....

"That's good to hear....but try to  be more specific about what Mick is doing that you appreciate so he can keep doing them?"

"Hmmm...... well ......".

After some hemming and hawing, Mistress finally came up with something lame, like I let her pick the movie we saw on Friday night.

Of course, there have been other things she could have mentioned.

"He sends me pictures via text message....."

But that would have led to a follow up:

"What sort of pictures, Molly?"

"Ohh.... pictures of his sad little cock locked up in his cage."

Or she might have mentioned the multiple orgasms Mistress enjoyed that morning as slave spent more time than usual at her command,  licking and sucking on those juicy, clean shaven folds.

Or my willing submission to that stingy riding crop she has used most days to remind me of the errors of my past ways.

After we left our session (which may be our last), we had a mutual laugh at their expense.

"Do you think they are a little suspicious about our miraculous progress, Mistress?"

"I'm not sure slave..... but I was afraid you were going to start laughing.... or talking about how sore your pathetic ass is."

I mentioned that it was odd the male therapist asked me if I was unusually "tired today".  Apparently there was something about my body language that he thought was different. I was tempted to tell him that I was slouching on their couch because my cage was pinching my tender cock and I was just trying to get more comfortable.

If we can share a chuckle over our seemingly clueless therapists, I suppose we are making progress.

"

Unorthodox Therapy

Mistress and slave have been working our way through the marital distress that slave caused.  (Review: I had been in e contact with a former affair partner without Mistress's knowledge or consent, which unduly distressed her.)  Today we have our third appointment with a male/female therapist tag team, and it could be our last.

They've counseled "transparency", and we have certainly followed their advice on that subject. But they may be surprised at the progress we have made, and even want to take credit for it. While I am sure that talking with them has not hurt, and may have actually been some help in improving our communications on a tough subject, we have not been particularly "transparent" with them.

We have not shared with them some of the more unconventional therapies that Mistress and slave have deployed in our ongoing effort to rebuild and maintain a trusting marital relationship, such as:

1. Corporal punishment- almost daily cropping of slave's sorry ass, which has left slave a little bruised and certainly repentant.  Ouch!

2. More Cage Time- Slave has worn his cage daily at work, a not so subtle reminder of Mistress's control over "her cock", which no doubt provides some reassurance to Mistress.

3. Even More Frequent Sex- Our "two a day" rate has certainly increased since these new therapies began. When Mistress reported to her ex-boy friend last week that she has sex almost every day with her husband, he expressed amazement. Apparently his wife is a "once a monther."  Bummer.

4. Frequent Reminder's of Slave's Lowly Status-- Mistress has been more vigilant that has been typical in reminding her slave how lucky he is to be sharing her bed, and that I should be careful or she will go more actively shopping for a more worthy cock.

Message received, Mistress.

So before we part ways with our therapists, should we share with them our unusual therapies for overcoming a marital crisis?  Or should we just let them think that they are "miracle workers"?

Fashion Show

We have a big family wedding coming up. Mistress has been the consummate "wedding planner", and after months of preparations, the big event is now less than two weeks away.

Of course, one of the most important elements of the big date is what the mother of the bride will be wearing. She has a lovely gown all set, made by a favorite (if obscure) designer to match the bride's choice of wedding colors.  But what goes underneath?

She surprised me with a smooth and sexy undergarment on Saturday night, before we headed out for dinner.

Of course, slave was impressed, and already looking forward to climbing into bed with Mistress later that evening with her new lingerie acquisition.

Mistress's Old Boyfriend

Mistress had her rendezvous with that old college boyfriend on Thursday afternoon. The guy who introduced her to bondage at their small, midwestern liberal arts college back in the day.

Of course, slave could only imagine how things were going. She had called while on her way to the airport. Earlier that morning she had asked me (rhetorically) what she should wear.

"You could ask him, Mistress", I helpfully suggested.

"I'm not doing that slave....don't want to give him any ideas."

This was going to be a reunion after 30 years, following an ugly breakup.  But the two former lovers had reconnected....and flirted....via facebook messenger for several months.  They had even traded some revealing photos.  So there was a bit of sexual tension in the air as Mistress headed across the bridge to meet him at an airport hotel bar during his brief day trip to River City.

Of course, slave was at work, all caged up. Speculating......

Mistress went dark for a while. I headed home, and with her permission, de-caged so I could take a bike ride on a rare warm afternoon.

At around 6:30 I got a brief message....

"Home in 15....."

And she was, waltzing into our bedroom in her black leather dress, showing a good deal of bare leg.  She had made a fashion selection that must have made a compelling impression.

"he said I looked ravishing, slave.....better than the photos I shared."

Of course he did. But what else happened?

"It was interesting to see him, slave. He clearly wants me. But....he's married. I'm not messing with someone's husband."

"Of course, you are no threat to his marriage," I countered, playing devil's advocate a bit.

"No, I wouldn't be. But those are my rules."

"So did he put any moves on you, Mistress?"

"There was a brief kiss, slave.  But I didn't give him a chance for any other shenanigans. "

"And was that a turn on for you?"

"It was.... a little......"

Since then, she's reported on a number of further texts from FBF. All in the tone of "are you attracted to me? Can't we explore further?"  Their meeting had clearly turned his reunion ardor up a notch. But what about Mistress?

She seems  flattered, but also holding her ground. I suppose we will see where this goes. But at least it was her slave who got to worship and enjoy some early evening sexual indulgence after FBF stoked Mistress's flame.

The WC Takes Charge

Our day started with cage in the hard steel ring that serves as a "seat' for my cock cage. Mistress had the benefit of a particular solid cock for her morning fucking, but only after some persistent oral servicing.

After both Mistress and slave were satisfied, the cage was secured and the key tucked away on Mistress's dresser. It was then time to head to our second session with a tag team of therapists to help us work through our current "troubles".

As we waited in their rather spartan waiting room, I had to tease Mistress a bit.

"Should I mention that more cage time and cropping are part of our recovery therapy, Mistress."

"There's no reason to go there, slave", Mistress scolded.

"How about the whole cuckolding thing?"

"That would only distract them from the real problem here, slave..... which is your deception of me."

"Understood, Mistress. But won't they think it's weird if I squirm too much because of this cage?"

"They'll probably just think your nervous, as you should be!"

Of course, slave had no intention to raise any of those issues. And the session proceeded pretty much as the first one had.....no harm done, and hopefully a little progress in my effort to reassure Mistress of my unwavering loyalty.

After that session we were off to work. When I returned home, Mistress gave me a parole from my cage so I could finally get some exercise on my bike after too many days on the road and with nasty weather.

When I returned, there was some more worship before dinner.  But Mistress had a couple of revelations:

1. She had gotten a message from her old college boyfriend (the guy who was into bondage) who is going to be in town today for a while. He wants to meet her for a little reunion. Mistress seems inclined to pencil him into her busy schedule.

"So what's going to happen there, Mistress?"

"Hmmmm..... he's married slave.....you know how I feel about that....."

"But what if long lost love sparks start flying. Could you resist?"

"I guess we'll find out, slave....."


2. Mistress had been in touch with the WC about how her slave should be punished.

"He sent me a text he said he wants you to share slave.....He says "cropping every day. And only two orgasms / week. And of course, daily in the cage....."

"I can deal with the cropping and the cage Mistress.  But only twice a week?  Won't you miss my cock, at least until you find a suitable replacement? "


"I suppose I would slave..... but I can just tell you not to cum, can't I?"

Gee, thanks, WC.

Back to Mistress

Slave returned safely to Mistress’s bed last night. And made sure that my first order of business was kneeling before her and lavishing those clean shaven folds with some much needed attention.  I hope it was as satisfying for her as it was for me. Afterwards, we talked through the errors of my ways and our respective weekends. Finally, I was released from my cage for a little indulgence. But not before she whacked my ass particularly hard with that whippy riding crop that has gotten much more frequent use of late.

Ouch!  After a few days off,  the effect on my ass and psyche was profound, leaving me squirming and whining. Pathetic. I know. 

Fortunately, Mistress allowed me to bury my head betwixt her thighs again, and, after another orgasm for her, I was allowed to plunge that only just released cock into her heavenly folds. 

Now that was a relief!

I’m already looking forward to a follow up opportunity this morning, before the cage goes back on!

But before heading back to Mistress, I want to share this message from our Western Correspondent, who’s commentary and suggestions have been helpful to Mistress (and me) for getting through this rough patch for us:

I hope this note finds my friends well

I am a little worried that you two may be not thinking very clearly 

Listen if ever two nuts were made for each other it is you 2

Never forget how your relationship started.... 

As a friend.....

Mick don't ever be a dumb ass like that again

What the fuck were you thinking?

And Molly...........

Take a deep breath .......

If Mick wasn't a bit of a rascal you never would have married him

You know him well.....

SO.................................

I will be happy to supervise Mick's punishment!

Your friend

WC

Reunion Sex? Or Enforced Abstinence?

Slave's been visiting my mid-30's daughter in the Big Apple these last 48 hours. It's been good to see her and my earnest son-in-law, and to enjoy some theatre with her.  And yet.....I'm longing to return to boring old River City to rejoin Mistress.

She's been passing the time there with friends, and, last night, the Dowager Domme (her mother). And while she's still justifiably pissed with me, she's been lenient as well.

"You don't have to wear the cage when you're visiting your daughter, slave.  But no touching!"

"No problem, Mistress. I am replenishing my natural juices and awaiting my chance to have reunion sex with you....."

"If you're lucky....."

"Understood, Mistress."

"But I do want you in the cage when you get home....."

"Yes, Mistress....."

On the other hand, she has not been completely orgasm free in my absence.

First, she reported some flirting with some local artists at a gallery opening on Friday night.

"I think they wanted me slave, but I was with a friend, and not quite ready for that sort of thing."

But Saturday morning?

"I used the Magic Wand, slave..... I was due......"

"What were you thinking about, Mistress?


"Not you, slave.... actually some woman on woman action......"

Hmmm..... there's a twist. Hopefully she's not giving ip on cocks alltogher.

I may not get out of that cage tonight after all.

Caged And Missing Mistress

Slave is safely caged and languishing in a hotel room on our nation's capitol tonight, longing for Mistress's embrace. Sadly,  Mistress is back home, still pissed (and properly so) about my indiscretions.  I am waiting for her good night call, after she spent an evening with an old high school friend, quaffing Margaritas.

We remain on the road to recovery (I hope) though I have a lingering fear that I may find the locks changed when I return to River City on Sunday after a visit with my daughter.

And yet.... before leaving town we had a few more days of very hot reconciliation sex, draining the swamp that represents my dwindling supply of an old guy's "natural juices" reserve.  At least this brief separation will allow a period of rejuvenation.

Part of the "hotness" included furtive mutterings about how she should be on the lookout for a more robust cock, that would allow her to keep me caged on a long term basis, while still fulfilling her own "needs".

One thing we did earlier this week is meet with a a tag team of therapists (one male, one female) who can help us work through Mistress's concerns about her slave's fidelity.  It was our first session, a sort of "getting to know you" discussion about our history together and the problem that cropped up in recent weeks.  But Mistress and I have privately discussed how far our "full disclosure" should go....

"So should I tell them I'm wearing a cock cage, Mistress?"

"Why is that relevant, slave?  Let's not lose focus!"

"What about the whole cuckolding thing?"

"I don't think we need to go there just yet, slave....."

Of course, she's right.  If we "open the kimono" that far, the two therapists will be so focused on selling the movie rights to our tawdry story that they will be no help at all to us!

It's a shame we can't find some therapists with more of a "kink friendly" bent. Any rcommendations, dear readers?

At the very least, I'm counting on our Western Correspondent to prescribe something more practical to help Mistress get her slave back in line. (or at least get her off while I am out of town).

But here's the good news: Mistress has allowed me to remove the cage overnight, as long as I put it back on in the AM.

"But no masturbation, slave....."

That is clearly not a problem.

Mistress Cracks Down

Apologies, dear readers,  for not being more diligent with our postings here.  Mistress and Slave have been on holiday for the last three weeks, and our daily skiing and sex routines made the time go pretty quickly and without incident.....until last Monday.

It was Monday, 6 long days ago,  that Mistress discovered that her husband had been an idiot. I had been  communicating with someone she had asked me to cut off from contract several years back.  No, slave was not "cheating" in any physical sense. But Mistress rightfully concluded that I had been dishonest with her. We've spent the last week putting things back together, with slave humbly making every effort to get back into Mistress's good graces.

We've also had some very hot and frequent "make up sex", which is the best kind, isn't it?

One thing is clear, Mistress will have no patience for back sliding by her slave and has laid into my ass on a daily basis with a belt she gifted me from one of her trips to Africa.  That sort of daily punishment has been therapeutic for both of us.

She's also laid down some more rules that involve much more frequent cage time.

"You're wearing the cage every day when not in my presence, slave....."

Understood.

As for cuckolding, well that may be handled differently.

"From now on, you're not going to be involved if I decide to have sex with someone else, slave...."

"How do you mean, Mistress?."

"I'm not necessarily going to tell you,  is what I mean.  Maybe there will be nights when I just don't come home....."

Ouch.

She's also been speculating on who to have sex with, with an eye to someone who I would find particularly humiliating.....

"Maybe M, your former law partner slave.....I think he's always fancied me.  Plus he's taller than you. Bigger hands might mean a bigger cock....I might find yours no longer so appealing."

Rest assured much of  this talk has occurred between the sheets, and fueled some rather intense fucking these last few days.

Mistress has also been in consultation with our Western Correspondent, who seems to have played a moderating influence on her wrath.  WC, maybe you should contribute some thoughts on how Mistress should discipline her slave in the months to come?

With this crack down in effect, I suspect there will be some more "blog-worthy" moments to share with our readers in the weeks to come.

So there's that.....

Would You Trust Mark Zuckerberg with Your Cockshot?

"So the old boyfriend sent me a cock shot, Slave,"

"Hmmmm...... what was that like?"

"Funny, I don't recognize it. I guess I wasn't all that focused when I was only 20...."

Apparently Mistress's small liberal arts college did not offer "Comparative Male Sexual Organs 101".

"Maybe he's had a transplant. Traded up for a larger model?"

"I suppose.  Here, you take a look....."

She tilted the face of her I-phone in my direction, giving me a glance at a relatively slender male body, reclining, his seemingly large cock stretched flat across a seemingly flat belly.  It made me wonder.... was it erect, or not? Mine would be poking upward if erect. Ah well. I guess every one is a little different, isn't it.

"Did he send you that by text, Mistress?"

"No .... facebook messenger....."

"Hmmm..... not sure I would trust facebook with something like that. It's probably already in Steve Bannon's in-box.  Maybe even Putin's."

"I agree, slave..... a little odd."

"So what did you tell him about his picture, Mistress....."

"I said it looked hot slave....."

I suppose one has to say something like that, if only to keep the tease alive. I mean, you can't really say...."I've seen better", or "I don't remember it looking like that back in the day."