On Parole

 In response to all our readers' many questions (well at least one reader's question), Mistress did, ultimately, cough up the key and release her slave from what seemed like an endless sentence oto chastity -- but was actually only about 72 hours or so.  

Once home on Tuesday afternoon, she decided to let my "agony" play out a bit longer.

Fondling my strictly contained package she made her intentions to prolong my "agony" clear. "What's the  rush Slave? ....You seem to be surviving.  And if anything, a few hours in the cage seems to have made you a tad more devoted.... not quite as uppity as your typical macho self."

She also seemed to enjoy seeing me squirm in frustration as I knelt between her thighs, lavishing her with tongue strokes that I hoped against hope would earn her work-a-day cock its freedom and release.  But it's possible her repeated tongue induced orgasms may have  made her even more reluctant to hand over the key.

"You actually do that better with the cage on Slave.....there's a certain added intensity to your efforts which I could get accustomed to....."  Apparently (my) desperation is a spice that Mistress enjoys 

At one point she even blamed it on the Boss.  Which I suppose makes sense, since he put the idea into her lovely little head to dust off the cage in the first place.  

"I really should get his go ahead before springing you loose, Slave...."

After some texting with him that I was not privy to, she passed on an update.

"He wants you to beg, Slave....."

So I did my best grovel for her, kneeling next to the bed on which she was reclining, running through all of the reasons why I would be an even more devoted Slave should she spring me loose and give me the relief I'd been waiting SO LONG for. (By now it was Wednesday afternoon, and I'd been in that infernal contraption since Monday morning.

"No silly, he wants you to beg HIM...."

Huh? Had I really gone from Editor in Chief here at UCTMW to the point where I was begging our former Western Correspondent - the guy who's expense account abuses I used to point out- for the simple right to pee while standing up again.  Let alone fuck my wife the manly way? 

I swallowed my pride and engaged in a pathetic and lengthy text exchange with the Boss, during which I was required to apologize for all those times I called him on the amount of UCTMW cash he'd burned on high end lubricant.  Ultimately,  satisfied (or bored) with my humiliation, he texted Mistress and let her know she had the discretion to pop me loose. 

She showed me his "all clear", and I breathed a big sigh of relief.

"But before I actually exercise my newly granted authority, Slave....there's one more thing I'd like you to take care of.....

Key? What Key?

 So where were we?

Mistress, wearing her "peek-aboo" tights,  had been spanked and manipulated to orgasm in the rear of the Boss's car in the dark recesses of a parking garage somewhere in the 'burbs of the Mile High City.  We were safely checked into a roadside motel half-way to our Southwest Hideaway. Slave was caged at the Boss's "request", and before they traipsed off to his SUV for that little punishment session, Mistress had surrendered the key to my cage to her new Boss. 

The unanswered question: when the dust settled and Mistress had caught her breath following a firm hand spanking and a bracing cum, what happened to the key to my cage?  Had the Boss retained it for his collection?  Did  Mistress have the composure to ask for its return? Was Slave in store for a longer period of chastity that I had ever experienced? (After all I have been a pampered house slave up until now).

When I had raissed the subject in our drive south, Mistress had been coy.

"All in good time Slave...."

But she was clearly enjoying the chance to keep meet in suspense.  And when her hand occasionally wandered up my thigh and landed between my legs, she seemed to relish finding that hard steel lump containing her work-a-day cock. 

Over a light dinner,  her foot sliding up my leg as I squirmed in my chair, she confessed. 

"The Boss said I should tell you he kept the cage and was giving it to B [his long suffering wife, who knows about his kinky interactions with us].  But I actually have it....back in my purse."

I breathed a sigh of relief. So I get out of this thing tonight?"

"Not so fast Slave....he said no orgasms for either of us tonight.  And I kind of like the way you get desperate and more respectful  when you have that 'thing' on....."

"You mean?"

"I mean the cage is staying on, at least until we get home tomorrow."

It turned into a restless sleep for me.  Mistress kept those infernal tights on, and she seemed intent to press her legs or ass against me through the  night. The natural result was too frequent efforts of her work-a-day cock to grow, banging against its tight, steel confines.  Ouch. 

In the morning, with her own cum restrictions expired, Mistress made sure her slave worshipped her to a few satisfying orgasms.  But  that didn't loosen her grip on the key.

" I think you actually do that better when you have the cage on, Slave..... you seem more desperate for me....."

I couldn't argue with her on that.

Mistress's "Punishment"

 Mistress and her Cuckold / Slave  got back to our SW Hideaway yesterday at mid-day.  While it was nice to host our youngest for 10 days, we were more than ready to get back to "normal" life, including the right to engage in our sexual rituals without fear of embarrassing ourselves or our little darling. 

As we drove home, Mistress received a text from the Boss directing her to post her personal reflections on the events of Monday afternoon, including her "punishment".  But Mistress (believe it or not) is a little gun-shy about exposing her personal feelings on the blog.  That's why it's always fallen to her Slave to "tell the story".  So, risking her further discipline from the Boss, it's fallen to me to fill in the blanks, after fully interrogating Mistress at the point of my tongue.  Consider this an "oral history" that was surrendered in our drive home with some details filled in during the throes of oral ministrations  on Tuesday morning and afternoon.  Mistress was still cloaked in her peek-aboo tights!

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Where we left off....

Mistress and the Boss disappeared into the recesses of  the darkened parking garage, heading toward his black SUV.  Slave slid into the driver's seat to wait.  About 15 minutes later the passenger side door opened, Mistress climbed aboard with the Boss looking over her shoulder at me....."Have a safe ride home, Cuckold".  He then leaned in and gave Mistress what was a lingering kiss on her generous lips, one that she returned with a little embarrassed enthusiasm.  After all, she's not used to kissing another guy in my presence.

She buckled up, the Boss waved goodbye, and we headed out of the garage.  In my mind there were two issues: what happened?  and where was that fucking key?

Over the next 24 hours, and with a little badgering from me, Mistress "came clean" about her private conference with the Boss.  Here's the download:

"So what happened Mistress....?"

"First, he spanked me, Slave...."

In his car?"

"In the backseat....."

"Over his lap?"

Yes.....he pulled me over his lap, held me down and pulled up my dress...."

"Through your tights?"

"That's right.....and it actually HURT, Slave.   He was mad I was laughing at first. But...

"So hard he stopped you laughing?"

"Yes......"

"Is your bottom still sore?"

"No.....it's OK now.  But he made his point."

"Did that turn you on.... the spanking?"

".......it was hot. He didn't hold back.  I was squiriming in his lap, but he said he could smell my arousal....  With those tights on, he could just reach in there between his spanks.  So he knew I was turned on and horny."

"What happened after that?"

"He pinched my nipples....making me squirm some more...."

"Through your dress?"

"Yes, Slave.... through my dress.  That hurt too, but not too much...."

"And then?"

"He fingered me....made me come....made me ask permission to come...."

'Awww.....poor Mistress....."

"He also says I can't cum again until tomorrow morning...."

"And you agreed to that sort of control?"

"I did Slave.....he can be VERY persuasive....."

Having gone through Mistress's experience, I had to ask my next question...."

"What about the Key, Mistress.... did he give it back?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out in due time, Slave......Now why not pay attention to your driving....."

To Be Continued.....

Powers of Persuasion

 Mistress and her Cuckold came to grounds last night about an hour south of the Mile High City. We had decided the long road trip to and from DIA was a little too much to bite off in one night.  I'm typing this from the "common area" of our semi-hipster motel, waiting for the coffee to be brewed .  Mistress, as is her want, is sleeping in.  But I thought I would share first impressions of our "come to Jesus" (or was it Aphrodite?) meeting with our new wannabe Boss.

But let's back up a moment. 

Yesterday morning, as our daughter packed her bags and we had finished with the mornings wake-up sex in Mistress's chambers,  she began her "get ready for the road" preparations.  Typically that might involve some jeans, cowboy boots and a black T-shirt.  But I soon could tell that Mistress was marching to a notably different drummer.

As I entered the bedroom to grab our overnight bag, I found her skillfully applying make-up , wearing those hot ebony peek-aboo tights and a sexy black bra to match. She was clearly dressing to impress, and not for her Slave or our daughter.

"Whoa....so you're following the Boss's fashion requirements, Mistress?"

Why not, Slave.....wouldn't want to disappoint him."

"God forbid...."

"And don't you have something special to wear too?"

"You mean?"

"That's right Slave.....the cage.....it's been a while and we might as well get with the program if only to amuse our former Western Correspondent."

"Ummmm..... I thought we were just kidding about that."

"Think of it as a little diversion for an otherwise boring day in the car."

So we were doing this?  Moving from just joking around with our former WC to actually taking orders from him as our new Boss? I suppose I had no standing to object. But it was becoming increasingly clear that Mistress's long dormant flirtation with our former WC was heating back up again.  Like one of those volcanoes that suddenly pops its cork centuries after burying a local village or two?  ( Oops.  I should avoid pretentious  metaphors.... this is just a sex blog, not Ulysses.) 

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's a good slave."

So I dug into the recesses of my underwear drawer, unearthed one of my several aging cages - hoping it was the one that did not pinch too painfully. I found a compatible tiny lock and its key. Then I squeezed and cajoled my "junk" into the hard metal confines for the first time in about 18 months or so.  Not so amazingly, it still fit.  At my cage, those parts don't grow from year to year. Drat. 

Our caging ritual involves me inserting the lock,  then presenting myself to Mistress for her to snap it shut.  Doing her part, she seemed to enjoy my return to chastity.

"You're always  much less uppity,  Slave....."

Mistress then made a little show of secreting the key in a compartment of her purse.

It was a long, squirmy drive.  With me behind the wheel and Mistress beside me, I was treated to a distracting view of her long, shapely, tights clad legs, which I pawed from time to time.  The thought of that strategic opening, so tantalizingly close,  induced the occasional  twitch from her work-a-day cock as it strained against its steel confines.  Of course, with our daughter in the back seat, we remained mute and discrete through the 4 hour journey.

After tearful goodbye hugs at the airport,  we headed to our rendezvous with our new Boss, at the same restaurant  where we had gotten together about 10 days earlier.

He had a full agenda, with notes on prospective editorial policy, ideas on how to expand our readership and "go viral", and that also involved the recruitment and acquisition of additional couples for him to dominate! (He's talking about you, Strict Julie!).  He wants to collaborate on a book about a dominated couple with a charismatic and well endowed Bull pulling their strings. Sound familiar? 

 "Smut sells" he pronounced.  Hard to disagree.  

But ultimately, things got more . . . intimate.

Looking at Mistress....."Well Slut, did you wear what I required?"

"Ummmm.....I did.....", she admitted, with a demure blush.

"Excellent. No more demerits today. " 

 The Boss reached into a bag at his side and handed her a special gift.  A red insertable vibrator. (illustrations to come).

"It's got a remote control. I'd tell you to go to the ladies and put it in now, but I forgot to charge it up.  So await further orders on that....."

Mistress, handled her new toy gingerly,  apparently intrigued. 

"And what about the Cuckold... did you put him in his cage?"

Now I'm blushing.  

"I did."

"And did you bring the key?"

"I wasn't going to leave it at home....what if there was an emergency?"

"I think he can handle 24 hours caged..... let me see it."

Mistress fished around in her purse. A little longer than I would expect. Did she actually forget it?  Or lose it along the way?

"Ahhh..... here it is."

She brandished the little silver key. 

The Boss held out a meaty paw.

Gulp.  

Mistress hesitated a bit.  Then handed it to him.  He inspected, then closed his fist around it.  

"Think I'll hold onto this for a while."

Gulp.  

Twitch. 

The disturbing but tantalizing scenario for any caged cuckold had just come to pass.

We sat there, me on mute, caged cock on alert, as we finished up our snacks and beverages.  We had planned to hit the road at around 5:00 or so, and that time was fast approaching.

Where was this heading?

The Boss broke the ice.  Looking at Mistress....

"Well slut, I think it's time for that spanking you earned by defying my no orgasm order last week."

She looked around the relatively deserted dining room. 

"Here?"

"No you silly slut.  In my car. Let's go....."

Were we now really doing THIS?  

The tab settled, we rose from our booth. The Boss took Mistress's hand. As I trailed behind we headed across the street to a covered parking garage where we had both parked. The Boss pointed to a black SUV in a far corner.

"I guess I'll just wait in our car?",  I asked, indicating a silver wagon to the right.

"Good idea, Cuck....this may take awhile....."

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.....

 

A "Stable" For Our New Boss?

 Mistress and her Cuckold/Slave are hitting the road today, on a road trip to deposit our visiting daughter  back at the airport.  Once she's safely out of town, there will have to be further discussion about how to handle our new Boss's somewhat mercurial and arbitrary management style.  Here are some of the editorial notes he gave us following yesterday's post:

Very clever writing cuckold:)
The Boss is pleased 

Well that's nice.  Positive feedback!  The equivalent of "good boy!"  Thanks, Boss.

But then his tone quickly shifts: 

            WTF?

Suck it up cupcake 
6 hours in your cage is too much?
Consider yourself’s lucky 
Would you two prefer sitting on large butt plugs all the way to my fine city?
Well that’s exactly what you’re going to do on the way home
Nota bene:
Cuckold make sure to bring two butt plugs with you
Make ‘em big ones 

Yikes.  That's a lot of squirming in store.  Fortunately, the UCTMW supply closet is fresh out of big butt plugs.  Our purchasing manager informs me they've been on back order for months.  Supply chain issues apparently. 

After imposing such cruel and arbitrary punishment, the Boss then informs his underlings that he has the sort of ambition that could leave both of us kicked to the curb:

 

Now cuckold and slut
This company values competition 
Steel sharpens steel 
I have taken the otherwise offensive 
Full a shit Republican bullshit Jack Welsh’s council on this
Top 20 percent up
Bottom 20 out
I’m a greedy Boss
I want it all
So I’m informing you that you have competition 
Strict Julie and her sissy’s are going to be joining my stable
This is what they desire 
What turns them on 
Severe punishment of men and women is what makes the boss’s dick hard
Then the boss gets all hot and bothered and sticks his large member in sluts and sissy’s holes
Do I make my self clear?
Note to any other submissive couples out there:
If you would like to apply to be in my stable send a polite request to the cuckold 
Nota bene:
Cuckold you better be very polite and helpful to them
Nota bene:
Strict Julie have your sissy send a polite request to the cuckold to join my stable 

 

So it seems we can now anticipate additional couples being added to the Boss's "stable"?  We may need to add some staff to the UCTMW HR department to handle all this intake. Who's going to do all the background checks? 

Finally, Mistress got some additional fashion directions from the Boss:

Slut wear one of your crotch less tights to Denver 
I’m going to get you to squirt all over on of Teds booth seats
Readers can you believe that the slut used to wear crotch less panties to work?
She claimed that it was because she could go to the bathroom easier 
The real reason she wore them was so she could go to the ladies room and rub herself off
Go ahead and blush slut
You’re so cute when you blush:)

Now there's an edict  I can finally get on board with.  I love it when Mistress wears those peek-aboo tights!   But it's always interesting to find something kinky that Mistress had shared with the WC, now Boss, back in their phone sex days.  I can imagine her slipping off to the loo to take care of her needs following some messaging with him.  So apparently those tights were not just for MY amusement?

What About the Key?

 Our daughter's visit is winding down.  Tomorrow we head to the Mile High City to send her off on her plane across the pond. It's been good to have her, but it does cramp our style a bit.  Morning sex and afternoon worship require a little more restraint (no, not ropes or leather!) and a closed door.  Hopefully the buzz of Mistress's power tool this AM will not be too obvious!

We have tentative plans to meet up with the Boss tomorrow afternoon after airport drop off.  Hopefully it will give him and Mistress a chance to resolve any lingering ambiguity  about "editorial policy" for the UCTMW reboot, including who gives the orders to her Slave on important matters such as punctuation, illustrations (X or R?) and cage time.  The lines of authority need to be cleared up, don't they?

One of our readers, "Strict Julie" has some firmly held convictions of her own on the subject, as shown by a recent comment made after our post describing Mistress's refusal to accept the Boss's "No orgasms on V-Day" edict:

Extreme bratting! The slut getting herself pleasured without your say-so and against your orders? The cuckold "unsure" of whom he should obey? They both need a lesson. A very long, very hard, lesson. Both the cuckold and the slut need to be taught who wears the pants in this threesome. I would suggest a good hard belt whipping for them both. Then a good hard fucking in both their disobedient assholes.

Ouch.  Hasn't she ever heard of "progressive discipline"?  That was just a first offense!

In the meantime, the Boss left a comment on how those new purchases he requisitioned from the UCTMW acquisition department are supposed to be utilized:

Nota bene:
Cuckold let me clear up the reasons for these first purchases 
The double dinged dildo harness is unisex 
The dildos are removable 
For some examples:
Molly can insert 2 or one to peg you
You can insert one and fuck Molly in my stead
Molly will really like it
It’s much bigger than you:)
While not having to remove your cage
What a bonus for you!
Molly could insert 2 and go skiing 
How much fun would that be Molly!
Why you’d really enjoy that while on orgasm restrictions 
Point being it’s unisex:)
Molly get the sorority paddle 
Vola!
Now it’s unisex too!
Don’t worry your pretty little head if they don’t arrive in from Amazon Prime before your upcoming trip to my dusty old cow town…
I have plenty of my own:)
I look forward to visiting with you to next week here in the mile hi city!

As for me, I'm not so sure I am looking forward to the upcoming drive.  the Boss had directed that I "come caged".  But since I usually take orders from Mistress on such matters I raised the subject with her:

"So what do you think Mistress.  Should I wear the cage Monday?  "

"I've been considering that Slave.....on the one hand, it could get uncomfortable for you.....it's a long drive.  Then again, you never want to get off on the wrong foot with a new boss.  It might be a sign you want to be a team player!"

'What about the key?"

"Oh, I'd keep it in my purse, just in case of emergencies."

"But what if he wants it?"

"Hmmm..... why would he want the key?"

I guess the jury is still deliberating on this unresolved issue. 

Stay tuned.

 

Tights Taunt

 Mistress and her Cuckold took our daughter out to dinner at a local pub last night, joined by some friends.  And although it was more of a "family night", Mistress clearly chose to tease her slave by wearing a relatively short black dress with black tights.

"You look hot tonite, Mistress....."

"Thanks, Slave.... I wore those special  tights....."

I knew the ones she meant.  What I call the "peek-aboo" tights, with the strategically placed opening that can accommodate a tongue or other body parts.  Yum.  Through dinner I was already anticipating what opportunities might arise once we got home.

I had trouble keeping my paws off her thighs through dinner, but restrained myself to avoid embarrassing our daughter (our ourselves).  Once home, slipping into bed I was delighted that  Mistress had kept her special tights on.  I could not resist sidling up to her, pressing her work-a-day cock up against that sexy material .

"Calm down, slave.....you're just going to have to be patient until morning....."

It wasn't easy, but then "good things come to those who wait", right? "  

In the meantime, our new Boss was apparently off the golf course and on Amazon yesterday. He sent  his Slut (my Mistress) and her Cuckold  a shopping list of items he'd like to add to our collection, apparently for use when we have a chance to get together again.  (Or possibly to use on one another at his command?)  It wasn't clear.  But his strategic direction is getting clearer --

This is apparently the "double donged" harness he would like to see Molly use during "punishment time", or maybe while pegging her slave? It's been a while.

Then again, he had some items he apparently intended for the Cuckold:

I had to remind him that Mistress already has several cages that fit me just fine, though they've been languishing in my dresser since her last "date", which was some time ago.   

During the early days of the UCTMW blog, our Western Correspondent seemed content to have his virtual way with Molly and made no attempt to assert dominance over his Editor in Chief.  Clearly he's got more ambition this time around, as shown by the cruder means of punishment on his shopping list:

Hmmm..... what's wrong with Mistress's riding crops?  

In any event, it's clear from his messages that the Boss  has every intention of applying a "firm hand" as he attempts to assert his newly acquired authority over the Blog and its personnel.  He's come a long way, hasn't he,  from un-paid cub reporter to a wannabe Perry White?  I'm looking to Mistress for further direction on how to handle all these changes at UCTMW.  There could be some dramatic negotiations between the Boss and his Slut, my Mistress, before the dust settles over our newsroom. 

Come Caged?

Mistress's defiance of the Boss's "No worship on V-Day" edict apparently raised his eyebrow and ire.  Here's the comment he left --tongue in cheek no doubt (?):

Hahaha!
Fan boy?
Sucker?
Very funny Cuckold:)
Molly Molly Molly
You're a little strumpet:)
Truly…….
Buttercup can’t go a day without her worship?
You are a horny little slut!:)
That’s your best quality:)
I have taken your infraction under advisement and will inform you of my verdict in due course……
You two smart ass’s do remember that you going to be in the mile hi city on the 20th
Don’t you?
The shaking his head laughing 
Boss

Nota bene:
Cuckold bring your spanking implements to Denver…..And come caged!

In Mistress's defense, I think there's a good chance that after all these years of regular morning and afternoon worship every day of the week she probably has an addiction that is extremely hard to shake, particularly without any fair warning from her new Boss.  Cold turkey is no easy task for someone used to daily multiple cums. No doubt the founders must had had this in mind when they prohibited "cruel and unusual punishment"?

We used to have an "Abstinence Day" ritual here in UCTMW land  -- but that applied only to the Cuckold, not to Mistress.  The thought of my Mistress (the Boss's Slut) having to endure Abstinence on any given day is a little hard to grasp.  But I guess it's not something to dismiss should she and the Boss come to some terms about how to move forward into this new "arrangement".

Speaking of formalized arrangements, I noted with delight that "Sara", a long time cuckolding blogger has reappeared several months after his/her original blog went dark.  Not sure what happened to all that original content.  But it's good to have him/her back with some fiction and an ongoing narrative about his/her "hotwife" and their adventures with her alpha boyfriend. I particularly enjoyed this fiction piece Agreement.  Of course, what got this blog going was the "Mistress-Slave" contract that we entered into.  So the idea of a "wife sharing" contract between  a F/m couple and the wife's alpha male lover is pretty hot. 

Finally, I note the Boss's directive that I bring Mistress's riding crop and "come caged" when we return to the mile high city next week to drop our daughter off at the airport.  Hmmmm......he's kidding right?

Mistress Risks the Consequences

 Here in our little mountain town we've enjoyed a couple of days of heavy snow, a nice gift to our snowboarding daughter. But that did not interfere with our private V-Day celebration before heading for the slopes. As anticipated, Mistress (slut?) defied the Boss's "no worship" directive and her Cuckold was rewarded for his service with his own "happy ending".  While there may be "consequences" for such defiance, I sure can't complain.   

The Boss's response to the news of his Slut's defiance came in a comment to yesterday's post:

Molly:
Your risking another punishment for WHINING
For crying out loud 
You’ve had your worship every morning for 30 years!
Suck it up buttercup:)
Lippyness and Uppityness are bad enough 
But Whining? 
Besides 
It’s making me hot to think of my hot little friend skiing with a tingling pussy:)
And what better day than Valentine’s Day for the Boss to assert his authority?
Now Molly make the following entry in your Sluts Infractions book
1) Whining 
2) Sentenced: 10 strokes and 4 hours in the double donged harness
It is so ordered

The Boss

Hmmm....these penalties are mounting.

Truth be told, the thought of Mistress being dominated by a  demanding "Bull" is a hot button for both of us, as our readers would learn by delving back into the UCTMW archives.  (Google informs that there are more than 2000 posts).  The Boss's evolution from blog fan-boy to Western Correspondent to his current "supervisory" role can be traced by simply searching for WC references. If "content is king" in the current media landscape, then we have plenty to purvey.  Here's a sample from about 5 years ago:

I can tell you it was a lot easier to keep the blog running when there were suckers willing to contribute content for little more than an occasional pat on the back -- or in the Boss's case, the privilege of  coaxing  cums from Mistress  in private phone sessions.  Of course, in those days Mistress and the Cuckold were back in the heartland and the Boss was here in the Mountain West. And all of us were fully employed.  So it was a very long distance relationship, if you can even call it that. Now we have more time on our hands and live (comparatively) closer at hand.  Is it now  more likely that the Boss and his "Slut" will graduate from phone  sex to something more "hands on"?  Only time will tell.  But the photos the Boss has been sharing since our lunch together last week suggest he has aspirations for something more:

As for the Cuckold, Mistress knows I encourage whatever mischief Mistress might wade into with the Boss or anyone else she might fancy.  The following illustration sums it up:

Happy Valentine's Day!

 Here at our SW hideaway, the V Day celebration will be muted a bit due to our daughter's visit.  Fortunately, we were able to schedule a romantic dinner before she arrived at a lovely local joint complete with bubbly and an indulgent dessert.  Mistress even wore some foxy "peekabo tights" for me.  You know, the kind with the strategically designed slit to accommodate my work-a-day cock.  Very convenient!

I will present Mistress with a  gift this am - a sexy black nighty consistent with our V-Day tradition of using such holidays to enhance her vast lingerie collection.  But then that's really more a gift for me, isn't it?  (The picture below comes from that collection.)

Sadly, a message we got from the Boss yesterday afternoon in our Comments section threatens to throw a damper on this morning's V-Day celebration.  It follows:

Cuckold
Excellent post
Molly tomorrow morning I want you to fondle the cuckolds balls while he masturbates to orgasm
However…..
The other day you opined that one of the pictures I sent to you was:
“Kind of gross actually “
That constitutes lippyness and uppityness
1) No worship for you tomorrow morning and no orgasm either
Nota bene:
Cuckold make sure to unplug her Hitachi after your orgasm
I happen to know that she has a habit of using it after worship while you’re hard at work writing the blog

When I called Mistress's attention to this edict she rolled her eyes and responded --

"On Valentines's day?  Right......" 

A ban on orgasms  may be a bridge too far for Mistress, at least until she and our New Boss can have a "come to Jesus" dialog on how this new arrangement is going to shake out.  She can be very insistent, particularly when her own sexual satisfaction is on the line.  Although I do recall that during the early phase of their predominantly phone sex relationship the Boss was able to persuade her to forego indulgence via her Slave's cock when they had their own scheduled session booked.  Maybe once our daughter is gone and Mistress has more time to "play" they can work out who is actually in charge of her sex life going forward.

But Mistress wasn't done on the subject.

"I guess the Boss didn't read that article in the Times today, telling us we all owe it to society to have more sex, not less!"  

She was referring to  an Opinion piece titled ,"Have More Sex Please", which notes that fewer people - even in their 20's and 30's are having sex as much as they did 10 or 20 years ago. The author attributes this to more loneliness and social isolation.  the remedy is all of us who can having more sex! 

"Having more sex is both personal guidance — your doctor might well agree — and a political statement. American society is less connected, made up of individuals who seem increasingly willing to isolate themselves. Having more sex can be an act of social solidarity."

Makes sense to me!

"You may have to point that out to the Boss, Mistress.  I'm sure he'll understand!"

So as I head off to Mistress's Boudoir to present my V-Day gift, we will have to see whether or not she decides to heed the Boss's edict. 

At this point Slave / Cuckold is caught in the middle. Do I follow the Boss's orders and withhold worship, or do I follow Mistress's orders and give her the V-Day attention she expects of me?  At least  until Mistress chooses to surrender control to his higher authority, I best follow Mistress's orders to the tee or face the consequences.

DOMINATED COUPLE?

 Mistress (slut?) and her Cuckold have been entertaining our visiting daughter this week, spending a lot of time up on the local ski mountain.  That has left us a minimal time for intimacy and consideration of what might lie ahead with our new Boss. Mistress and I have both received some texts and emails from him, and we have had time for early morning "wake up sex" before our ski day begins.  We even deployed Mistress's "power tool" yesterday morning to double her pleasure, which, as always preceded mine. 

The Boss's emails to me have consisted mainly of editorial notes, with suggestions for content that would turn the blog in the direction of a "dominated couple" scene, featuring Mistress surrendering control to our new Boss with her slave / cuckold going along for the ride.  Up until now I've always asked Mistress for permission to cum , after she is fully satisfied of course.  And she has always been extremely indulgent. Will she willingly delegate that authority to the Boss? And, if so, might that put an end to all that indulgence?

And what about cage time?  In the past I've  typically been caged  only when Mistress goes out on a date. And since her dating life has fallen off after the pandemic and out move to this small town --well my cages have been gathering dust in my dresser drawer for some time now.  Would she give up caging authority to the Boss?  And would he inflict a more demanding cage regime to deny both of us more conventional sexual excess? This could be an interesting negotiation between Mistress and the Boss.  In any event, some of the notes and pictures the Boss has forwarded suggest he has some kinky things in mind.  Like this one:

That certainly suggests more cage time, but at least the wife seems to remain in charge.  I'll happily take my chances with Mistress on that front.

Or these two pictures depicting a couple submitting to inspection, or worse?

Is the Boss serious about this?  Well one of those editorial notes did say the following:

"I  love the new blog every morning plus it gives Molly time to apply the power tool. We should always have a few blog posts ready for days we don't feel like writing :)

You always crack me up with your posts 

Great way to start your morning!

Course make no mistake

When we get together I'm going to top you too :)

Much hotter!

Plus it's funny that I used to call  YOU Boss

How the mighty have fallen!"

Well this cuckold has never been particularly "mighty" in my relationship with Mistress.  But if things continue in this direction, my days of hassling the former Western Correspondent about his expense account abuse and the amount of lube he consumed are apparently over.  Are we really doing this? In the end, it's Mistress's call.

Illustrations From the Boss

 In his new capacity,  our new Boss, (the former WC)  has been forwarding a variety of pictures to his slut (my Mistress) and this Cuckold for inclusion in the blog, Some cock shots might risk getting us booted from blogger, or offend the delicate sensibilities of our readership.  So I'm exercising some editorial judgment about what to share with you.  But collectively  the photos seem to suggest where the Boss hopes to take the blog, along with his slut and the cuckold as his new editorial policies are fully implemented in the weeks and months to come. 

Either that  or the weather in the Mile High City has been inhospitable to golf and he has too much time on his hands. 

In any event, here we go:

Reading the tea leaves here, it seems The Boss is interested in seeing both his slut and her cuckold experience more physical discipline than we've become used to  in recent years. It was something that we dabbled in through the early years of the blog, with Mistress applying her crop to her cuckold's butt on occasion, and the tables turned on our contractually established "switch day" (Sundays).  Maybe no longer "sparing the rod" is  something our new Boss has in mind for both of us during the UCTMW reboot?

I won't comment on the genital adornments in that one picture, other than to say no one is approaching our privates with sharp objects!  On the other hand, the caged cock photos that the Boss has forwarded may well inspire Mistress in the months to come if I don't do a better job managing my typos.

That brings to mind how we first came in contact with the Boss. In the early days of the blog I posted this picture of his Slut (my Mistress) taken while we were driving in the mountains between his house and ours:

It must have been a switch day, right?  In any event, the Boss saw that photo, commented on the blog and the rest is history. He and Molly developed an on again, off again smutty relationship which led to his current role as a guiding hand to the blog and lots of "blog fodder" along the way. 

Let's see where this new chapter leads us.

Meet the New Boss

 

Greetings dear readers (inclding prospective readers who might unearth this manuscript years in the future before the work is taken over by some sort of AI bot....). As you may understand from postings here over the last few days, the UCTMW blog is undergoing a reboot at the instigation of our former Western Correspondent, who has taken the reins in what some might consider a hostile takeover, depending on your POV. The jury is still out on that, depending on how cruel and demanding the new Boss's regime might become.  He's authored the following manifesto, with some addendums added at the end that came on after our traditional editorial deadline. 

Dear Under Contract to My Wife readers

For many years Mick Molly and I had a wonderful time writing this blog

For a variety of reasons it petered out

We are starting it again at my behest

The Cuckold will be in charge of day to day operations

Please refer all comments and complaints to him

I can assure you that you will get a prompt response

We are writing this for one reason and one reason only

To titalate ourselves

And give you readers something to read and fire up your erotic imaginations

Nota bene:         Cuckold:   Please correct my spelling before posting but don't correct my punctuation or grammar

I don't want to see any misspellings in these posts

In the blog's early days we had several other blog friends who contributed to the blog

We hope to do that again

Strict Julie I'm talking to you

Strict Julie is a blog and BDSMLR and smut writer

She a hot little blog writer from Canada with a submissive husband who is an excellent writer and and very kinky young lady

Unfortunalatly she has uninformed political beliefs caused by reading right wing media

Trust me Julie..... nobody wants to hear your political opinions

Except other right wing (nuts) and we don't want to hear their political opinions either

Especially when they are so misguided

Nota bene:     Cuckold remove all right wing comments immediately

Nota bene:          Cuckold start a companion BDSMLR blog.   Study strict Julie's two blogs and use them as a template

Also:   I tried out the handle Master and it didn't roll off my  tongue properly

Rather than WC I want to be referred to as Boss or Sir

Nota bene:       Cuckold.  From now on I shall be called  "Boss" or "Sir" depending on which is right for the sentence

The cuckold shall be referred to as "the Cuckold"

Molly shall be referred to as "mistress" or "my slut" "his slut"

Unless I find a handle that roles of my tongue  better

Vanessa Chaland

I'm calling you out too

We would love for you to contribute to the blog

Nota bene:      Cuckold contact Vanessa and use your impish Irish charm to whoo Vanessa

You can expect more pictures in the new iteration of the blog

Pictures culled off the internet by me which I find interesting or arousing

Nota bene:     Cuckold please forward any pictures that you or Molly find arousing or interesting for my approval before publishing

Their will also be pictures of Me and the cuckold and my slut

They are a very attractive couple and I think you will enjoy the view

There will also be pictures of the three of us when we get together

 

Nota bene:

Cuckold I will be forwarding a picture to you today to be published with this post

Well thats enough for now

Addendum 1: Start a book and title it "Cuckold's infractions". The first entry will be 1) typos in the first blog post; 2) 10 strokes and  a day in his cage.

Addendum 2: Molly, while you are at it, start a 2nd book titled "Slut's Infractions".

A PROMOTION FOR THE WC?

After our lunch with the WC this week, Mistress and Slave both got a series of text messages from the guy who was our first and most lasting blog afficianado. Mistress hasn't show me hers but it was obv ious from the ones I received that the WC has some serious plans to take on a new role in our respective lives and to make sure the Blog comes back to life to chronicle that "evolution". 

The WC's plans for the both of us can best be summarized from the photo he forwarded to me on the drive back home late Wednesday night, taken from a site titled "Dominated Couples". Hmmmm.....is the WC finally getting even with me for all the times I gave him shit over the way he abused his expense account as out Western Correspondent?

In fact, I suspect the WC has figured out that both of us have an ongoing curiosity about what a real dominant Bull could do to supercharge our already high energy sex lives. And I will confess his "plans" have already tossed some fuel on the fire, even though we are hosting our late 20's daughter this week.

Yesterday morning, before our traditional wake up sex, I handed Mistress my phone so she could review the WC's "instructions" to me that came in as I was driving south from Denver, dodging the deer that seemed to be crowding the sides of the highway as we crossed a high mountain pass. They included:

1) Publish the pictures I tell you to for the first post (the one above).

2)  Apologize to your readers that the first picture is not of you and Molly and tell them that all future pictures will be actual pictures of you, Molly and me .(Consider it done, fear readers)..

3) Publish this text and my texts to Molly edited as you see fit.

4) For the purpose of the blog, I am no longer the WC, but "Master". (That's quite a promotion!).

5) You have to text me if you want to cum. Molly can cum as much as she wants.

6) From now on call yourself "Cuckold" in the blog.

All of this was food for thought for Mistress and he Cuckold yesterday morning as we settled back into bed for our morning rituals. Mistress spread her firm thighs for me and I nestled into my avid tongue into her clean shaven folds. 

"So what do you think, Mistress? It's clear the WC (aka master) has some plans for you. What do you think?"

"It's intriguing slave... and kind of hot?"

"Up until now I've always asked you for permission to cum, Mistress.  What if I had to ask him?"

"Hmmmm.... that could get complicated. But that's your problem isn't it?"

"I suppose I could still fuck you, and make you cum...."

"That could work....."

"But what if he makes me wear the cage, Mistress?"

At about that time Mistress had her first orgasm of the day..... but not her last.

Mistress and the Cuckold obviously have some thinking to do about how to navigate these new waters with our prospective Master.