Our Senior Correspondent Eats Out.... and In.

Here in River City, Slave spent a good chunk of the day in his hard steel cock cage, after our wake-up sex, during which the heft of my cock was  re-enforced with the hard steel ring gripping me, quite literally, by the  balls. While Mistress and I were off in different directions for most of the day, she spent a fair amount of time teasing me about my "locked down" status via text message and phone call through the day. 

Youch.

It wasn't until about 8:30 pm, after Slave suffered through a 4th Quarter collapse by his alma mater in an inconsequential bowl game, and Mistress returned from the gym, that she found the time to retrieve the key. 

I'm not sure how  guys like Tammy,  who are caged up for days on end handle it. Fortunately, there was a carnal reward at the end of this particularly discomforting rainbow.  But rather than focus on that, let's hear from our Senior Correspondent on how their week has been going:

What a great day!

It isn't even noon yet and it has already been a good one.

I was reading the blogs I enjoy every morning when I came across this picture, and it really turned me on!



I love tribal tattoos, and whether it was that, or the way the woman is being held down (I do so love that, too), I found it quite stirring.

And my sweet Bill was the grateful recipient of my horniness being all stirred up. I went back to our bedroom, flipped back the sheets and gave him a very nice blowjob, if I do say so myself.

The characters In a book I was reading last night were really into BJs. Some of their techniques seemed interesting, so I decided to work them into my BJ repertoire. This morning seemed a good time to give a few of them a try.

Adding some twisting of the hand on the upstroke, vigorous nibbling and humming while switching back and forth between the frenulum and balls, then focusing on head-sucking and swallowing with a distinctive rhythm and then pulling back just enough to stick the tip of my tongue into his slit, and my man was moaning in no time. He really, really seemed to enjoy it!

He enjoyed it so much that he gave me two spankings as we finished up. The first was bare handed, and it left my buns warm and rosy. I thought we were done, but I should know by now not to assume anything with Bill, and as we stood by the dressers talking about our plans for the day, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a crop. My hands were placed so that I was balanced against the wall with my butt sticking out, and a good cropping ensued. So nice.



You may be thinking that I am about to stop, but no!

We drove into a small town over a mountain or two to check out a gym that has recently started up. Lo and behold, this place is neat. It is open 24/7, with camera surveillance, lights and music always on. Each member is given instruction on the equipment, a key to the gym, and you can work out whenever it suits your schedule. Any piece of equipment you might want is there and the price is less that half of what Bill paid for a gym membership to a chain gym twelve years ago. No kidding. This looks perfect for Bill.

And then...the owner has also just opened a martial arts center nearby. I have a green belt in Taekwondo that I earned many years ago in my wheelchair, and I have been looking for something that would help me retain my balance and strength while up on my crutches. The new martial arts center will be offering Tai Chi and the Master is willing to work with the crutches. Woo-hoo!

But wait, there's more! And no, I am not selling Ginsu knives.

We decided to have breakfast at a bagel place we had heard about from a couple of people. We had been told this little place had New York bagels. Right. Anyone who has had real New York bagels knows that they are extraordinary, a culinary mystery and masterpiece. When toasted and plastered with cream cheese...WOW! Sadly, we have never found that same level of texture or flavor outside of NY.

We pulled into the lot of this little hole in the wall  bagel place, and had to hunt for a parking spot. As soon as we opened the door, BAM! the aroma was right. Coffee wafted on the air currents and toasted goodness assaulted our noses. The cases were stuffed with all kinds of luscious looking bagels and bialys and the refrigerated glass case had big bowls of different types of cream cheese. Could it be? Could it possibly be? YES!!! 

I make quite a bit of noise while enjoying sex and Bill had a hard time not laughing this morning, since I was making some of those same noises while eating my luscious bagel.

So I ate two wonderful things before noon. Not a bad start to the day, guys!

Our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security Celebrate an Anniversary

 Slave finished up a rather time consuming project for work yesterday, giving me a much cleaner plate as we approach the time of year when the office clears out, the phone rings much less than normal, and the work related emails slow to a crawl. In past years, we would already be heading out to our Mountain Hideaway, kids in tow, for skiing and relaxing in that place we love for its natural beauty and distinctive culture. 

In fact this is the first time in 13 years we have spent the holidays here in River City. Our sullen teen, who used to whine about missing her friends at the holidays, now says she's "bored" here. Ah well. 

One thing that made us leave here at Christmas time for so many years was the mind numbing and angst inducing requirement that we deal with our extended family in long drawn-out carbo loading rituals. Too much drama and backbiting!

But oddly, after 13 years of making new friends out in the high dessert, we have discovered its a bit of a relief to avoid what had become compulsory group meals and outings with a motley crew of a little too high maintenance  2nd homers from places like Houston and Tulsa. 

Suddenly I'm looking forward to a Christmas Eve at my daughter's place, with my two cute grandsons running wild, chomping at the bit for Santa's arrival, rather than making green chili stew for 15 acquired ski buds, and worrying whether some ditzy college professor from Texas will guzzle all of  my Jameson before I get a pour.

Last night closed the deal on the "wish we were there or here" debate for Holidays 2011. The same Jamison guzzling Texas ditz texted Mistress with the "big news" that a certain former Secretary of Defense who should be in the Hague on trial for war crimes had just arrived at our favorite joint to have a few drinks and listen to music. Talk about the grinch who stole Christmas!

That made it official: we're glad to be home for the holidays!! 

Last night, after we lit the candles,  the sullen teen even made us latkas to go with some flank steak I grilled in the a little too warm for the holidiays weather here in River City. Yum!

We'll head out West - just the two of us- in mid-January, when the crowds or off the mountain and I can bogart that bottle of Jamison to my heart's content.

Ooops.... I almost forgot. This is a sex blog! Not a whiners forum. Fortunately, our Senior Correspondent has something to steam up your day:

Tuesday was our 33rd wedding anniversary and we had said we would forgo gifts this year. We had decided we would chalk up the remodeling as our anniversary gift, not only for this year, but for many years to come.

On Tuesday morning, I headed out to the kitchen to plug in my old trusty percolator and there on the counter was an envelope with my name on it, and beside it sat a small jewelry box. I took the box in my hands, popped the lid back, and there sat a beautiful ring, white gold with amethyst stones in a diamond pattern. Beautiful. I slid it onto my ring finger and found that it fit like a dream. I opened the card, and while Bill usually gives me funny cards, this one had a wonderful romantic lyric. Aw! So sweet.

And then it dawned on me that I didn't have anything for Bill! That bugger. We said we weren't going to do this and now he had given me this beautiful gift and I didn't have anything for him. But wait, as a red-blooded, hot and sexy male, I could think of something Bill always appreciated receiving.

Deciding to make this both decadent and luxurious, I headed down the hallway, pausing at the guest bath to heat up a thick, soft washcloth under very warm water, then headed into the bedroom. I slipped into the bed, pulling the covers back to expose my naked He-Man. Just as he started to make grouchy noises and turn onto his side, I began slowly rubbing his groin with the very warm, soft cloth. On some deep level, his body remembered what follows a warm massage like that, and he returned to his back and gave a little hum as I continued on.

As you can well imagine, what followed was a great deal of cock licking and sucking, a fair amount of using my tongue to bring balls further into my mouth, one, then the other, to be sure they each received the attention they deserved, and all the above was accompanied by some pressure on that very sensitive spot just behind the ball sack. Thoughts of the WC's brother's thumb action came to mind and with a few naughty thoughts whispered into the long, hard human microphone I held in my hand, may I say that Bill launched very, very well.

Not one to stop until I, too, have been sated, he pulled me onto his chest and as he became revitalized, we continued together. After a rest, the Hitachi came into action followed by a shared warm shower with much kissing and laughter throughout.

 

What I offered may not have been wrapped with a bow, but Bill was smiling about his anniversary wake-up for quite some time.

Earlier today I was thinking that since we don't have little kids around eager to get us out of bed at the crack of dawn to see what Santa brought, and even though I do have other gifts for Bill, maybe I should plan on an encore for Christmas morning. I don't think he'd say no. You?

Coming Up Tomorrow: Whatever happened to that Francois guy?  Here's a hint.

The Challenges of Multi-Tasking

Yesterday morning, after “going to press” with the blog, I scrambled upstairs to make sure there was time for our wake-up “booty call”. Mistress had an 8 am appointment with Teen #2’s high school counselor about college application plans, and I wanted to make sure that I took advantage of my opportunity before the window closed.

I worshipped as Mistress read what was actually a rather lame blog by our standards. Then I was given the privilege of fucking Mistress, even though she was feeling a bit under the weather.

She is a kind and considerate Mistress, after all.

But I had let her down a bit. She had directed me to wear my cage, but I had forgotten to wriggle my cock and balls into the hard steel ring before our morning engagement, thus depriving her of the harder cock and more explosive cum that she can count on when the ring is in place.

Oops.

When our proceedings were done it was around 7:20 or so.  That’s when I realized that I had a 7:30 am conference call to cover.  Yikes.

I grabbed the ring, hopped in the shower, and somehow got the ring on while shaving and washing up. No easy task considering that my balls were a little contracted after that between the sheets action.

Now I’m out of the shower, desperately searching for the call in number, while also working the cage part onto the little nub protruding from the ring, and trying to fit the lock into the tiny aligned holes so that Mistress can close the lock and secure me away for the day…..

 (This isn't my exact "model", but gives you an idea how things align).

Mistress is getting into the shower now too…. The lock hole alignment is giving me fits. My cell phone speaker is now engaged as I sign into my call, trying to figure out what I missed, answering a question, all the while messing with that damn lock hole thing because it just won’t fit right….

Finally I get the hasp of the lock slid through the aligned holes, and present myself to Mistress, who is now  in the shower, shaving those soft and gentle parts, since Francois had plans to stop by later in the morning.

“Well it’s about time, Slave….. what was the problem?”

“Fumble fingers, I guess, Mistress.”

She shut the lock, and I stepped back into the bedroom, getting dressed while listening into my call.

Later, when I’m at work, I did get a report from Mistress about her visit.

“He could tell I wasn’t feeling well, Slave…. so no orgasms for me today….he wants to make sure I am ready and rested for next weekend.”

“And did he get any attention, Mistress….”

“Well I did give him a little blow job action, Slave….”

“I’m sure he appreciated that….”

“I think he did…. He’s says I’m pretty good at it.”

“No doubt…. I can attest to that.”

Sounds like Mistress is navigating her way through this whole “un-cut” cock thing very capably.

Dinner and a Dance

Slave woke a little later than normal here. Finally adjusting to the time shift, I suppose, just as we get ready to head back to River City tomorrow.

Bummer.

So I may skip over the sex part, which involved some robust full frontal cowgirl yesterday morning, if only to spare Suzanne, who has been without Jay’s trophy cock and the skilled tongue of her Tammy all these tortured days.

Last evening we had dinner at a lovely local restaurant with two friends we met here several years ago. Like us, they are visitors, not true locals, but they “get” the ambiance here in the same way we do.

They both have worked in higher education in Oklahoma. John just retired and Jane, a little younger, is hanging in there for a few more years. Doing the math, both are about 5 years older than Molly and Mick, respectively.

As it turned out, John and I came dressed a little too closely matched,  both of us in jeans, boots, plaid western shirts and white cowboy hats. (Yes, Mick does wear an occasional cowboy hat out here).

This led to some teasing from our “girls”. Molly suggested we looked like matching Fisher-Price toys. Later, a musician we all know asked if we were “twins”.

Cute. But I suppose we deserved it. Two aging and overeducated dudes, dressed up like cowboys. All hat and no cattle, I suppose. But there is nothing wrong with a rich fantasy life, is there?

So there we were, sharing dinner on the patio of this amazing Spanish Nouveau restaurant, a spectacular view of the local Pueblo’s sacred mountain stretched out before us to the north , bathed in the pink alpenglow of the setting sun.

Maybe the view distracted me, but at some point Mistress looked at me with a bemused look.

“Ummm, Mick…. Did you hear what Jane just said?”

I gave her my best quizzical “huh?” look….

Fortunately, Jane didn’t mind repeating herself to this rude dinner companion.

“Remember. Mick,  I was talking about getting a facial peel….”

“Uhhh, oh yeah….” (I sort of remembered, maybe this explains why I zoned out…. I mean…. Facials?)

“Well I said that I had trouble getting the peel goop all off, and when we were leaving I looked in the mirror and it seemed like I had cum in my hair,  again.”

Ahhhhh.  So that’s what I missed.

From there the dinner conversation went downhill.

Apparently Jane considers herself quite a blow job expert. And that particular phrase was bouncing around the table so often I was starting to monitor folks at the tables surrounding us to see if they were offended by our rather frank chat.

The best story was about Jane on her knees in the driveway of their home after an evening out. Suddenly her cell phone rang.  It was her daughter, from inside the house, saying “Mom, I can see what you two are doing out there….”

John was happy to confirm that Jane’s particular skill was a key element of his decision to pop the question a few years back. (This is the second marriage for both of them).

Somehow the conversations shifted from BJ’s to what Jane described as her “laminated card”: A set list of celebrities that she had a free pass in advance to do it with if the opportunity arose.

Both Molly and Jane agreed that David Duchovney was on both of their lists. Then they rolled through a variety of other candidates.

But I made sure to point out that Mistress has a free pass with anyone she chooses.