Cuckold Meme of the Day: Tips for Hot Wives

 The cuckold dynamic thrives on taunting the cuck about the appeal of other men.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: The Morning After

 Mistress never made it with any of my or our friends.  We always tried to keep her adventures discrete and distinct from our "normal" lives.  Curious of any of our readers have gone in that direction.  We do have a friend here who we've speculated about as a potential partner for Mistress.  But a number of reasons have kept us away from that.

As far as the "morning after", I was always happy to serve coffee in bed to Mistress and J when there was a sleepover.  Crazy turn on form me. 

CUckold Meme of the Day: Tips for Hotwives

 Mistress has hit all of these recommendations for good hot wifing except the shaving.....not sure she trusted me with the razor, probably for good reason. But I am sure her lovers have enjoyed her clean shaven folds.  In fact, she went fully shaved down there  when one of her prospects required her to reduce her fur to a "landing strip".  

"I think I got carried away, Slave", when she showed me the result of her efforts to comply with his "demand".  Since then I've always had the privilge of worshiping without getting errant hairs stuck on my tongue or in my teeth.  Another bonus of being a cuck!

Cuckold Meme of the Day: When the Bull takes Charge.

 Mistress decided when her slave would, or would not, be caged. But she has always been pretty indulgent. Never had one of her lovers get involved in those decisions. Missed opportunity?

 

CUckold Meme of the Day: Who's she texting?

In the days when Mistress had a lover or two (usually one on the front burner, and maybe a couple more on the back burners), it was always a bit of a turn-on when I'd hear her text chime go off, or see her texting with one of those sly smiles on her face.  Maybe while I was making dinner, or we were both sitting in the sun on our patio.  It might even happen while we read in bed before going to sleep at night. It took some discipline not to sneak a peek at her screen. Or ask her "who's texting?"  More tittilating was to speculate she was sexting with one of her "side dishes", or setting up a "nooner". 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Size Matters.

 Brings to mind Mistress's last lover, who, sadly moved away shortly after they hooked up.  She came home tender and sore.  "It was so big, slave." Clearly a lot bigger than her slave's "work-a-day cock". 

But did it make you come? "Oh Yes. A lot."

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Nocturnal Audio Emissions

 Reminds me of nights when I "slept" in the guest room while Mistress entertained her lover J in the room next door. In the morning I was happy to serve coffee to Jay before he headed back home, usually after one more round with Mistress. To his credit, Jay never got smug or condescending toward the cuck. Though I think he was mystified why I would allow another guy access to my uber-hot wife.

Ask Mick--- responding to a reader 's chastity question

 Despite desperately looking for content, it's surprising that I've not latched onto the gimmick that the Washington Post and other media outlets have used to fill pages-- the shop worn "advice" columns.  They started, I suppose, with "Dear Abby", and now feature a broad collection that includes "Ask Amy" at the Post, or "Social Q's" at the New York Times. 

So in the absence of any hot cuckolding action here to recount, and my being a little too lazy to do more Molly and  mick cuckold fiction, let's try responding to a reader question from yesterday:

Q. What's the longest you've worn the chastity device you have? Is the device comfortable for long time wear? Have you considered getting a new device? What are your thoughts about handing the key to your device to your wife's lover?  

Anonymous

A.  Well A, that's a few questions but  I am happy to give them a shot. 

• My best recollection is that the longest I have worn a "chastity device" aka "cock cage" is about 24 hours. And it's been a while since I have worn one at all. Mistress Molly always pampered her house slave, and usually succumbed to my whining about it being uncomfortable, particularly during sleep when an errant woody pops up. Ouch.  
• We have tried a few devices, starting with the good old plastic model, and trying some metal cages. While some are more comfortable than others, there is typically some chafe where the ring encrciles the scrotum. They can also be a bitch to put on, particularly in cold weather when contraction makes it hard to slide those balls into the hard metal (or plastic) ring. ( A warm shower on a cold moring sometimes helps!)
• Since we have drifted away from chastity play, I've not shopped for a new one in years. We typically only used them when Mistress was off with a lover, or when she decided she did not want me to go solo to a social occasion without assurance that I would not "get into trouble".  (Of course there was no real threat of that, but the mind game was always fun!).
• Of course, the fantasy of a dominant "Bull" demanding control of Mistress's key to my cock cage is a hot one.  What cuck does not imagine a circumstance where his wife's "Bull" demands exclusive right to vaginal sex with the cuckoldress? And what better way to take the temptation away than by controlling the key to the beta husband's cage?  So far, no one has ever asked for the privilege. I don't think Mistress ever let her lovers know that her cuck was caged.  The "Sara Girl" Blog (it's on our blog role) has an ongoing story line about a husband and wife who let her out-of-town lover take possession of the key for months at a time. A very stimulating hypotthetical, isn't it? But it hardly sounds practical for a long term arrangement, though.  What if there is a medical emergency? Or you need to take a plane ride and your cage is metal? I suspect the TSA has seen that sort of metallic image on their screening device before, but how humiliating?  (Then again isn't caging cocks all about humiliation?)

In preparing to answer this question I went exploring for images to illustrate our cage collection, and stumbled onto something that might actually solve many of the practical problems arising should a lover require control over a cuck's cage. Or, in the alternative, if the wife was too much of a pushover when it came to responding to a caged cuck's whining. What if a cage could be unlocked remotely, say in the event of an emergency, or if the "Bull" was a long distance lover who got off on the idea of controlling the timing and frequency of a married couple's ability to enjoy a conventional sex life?

New technology now allows a blue tooth controlled cage in the form of the "cellmate 2":

Imagine a controlling lover who can remotely hold the keys to a cuck's cock cage. Molly would not have to deal with Mick's whining that the cage is too tight, or chafing, or hard to sleep in. "Out of my hands, slave.  Take it up with HIM."  Yikes. 

But there's more.  The Cellmate 2 has a "shock" feature that allows someone with the electronic "key" to deliver a "cock-shock"  either on an "as needed" basis, or at regular pre-set intervals. Double Yikes.  Promotional material even suggests using the shock effect for your caged cuck's alarm clock. 

Hopefully Mistress won't ask for one of these for an upcoming birthday or anniversary present. I can't say "no" to her, can I?

Thanks for the questions Anonymous!

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Broken Cuck?

 While the thought of one of Molly's lovers aspiring to "break" ol' Mick has a certain erotic charge it's never really happened on my watch. Maybe I'm already "broken in" to the extent I have always been polite and accommodating to her other sexual partners. 

Serve coffee in the morning after a night of hot sex?  Check. Make dinner in the kitchen as they make out in the living room? Check.

But no one ever demanded that Molly impose longer term chastity, let alone surrender the key. (Admit that's been a fantasy turn on that has fueled more than a few of our daily couplings).

Maybe the cast of characters she invited into our marital bed were just too damned happy to be there, that the thought of being the dominant in a cast of three never occurred to them?  Why upset the apple cart?

Or maybe as the mature professional in the room, I seem a little too intimidating to most guys who might otherwise have put their mark on a "beta" of lesser gravitas. 

And these days, in our charmingly small mountain town, it seems impossible to find a safe and sane sexual partner for Molly, dominant or not. What's cuck (or cuckoldress) to do?

Cuckold Meme of the Day: First Date Anguish

 This husband would think: "just share all the kinky details when I 'worship' your damp folds when you get home".