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Back when I was just a wee slave wannabe, River City's local baseball team often had winning records. They were Big and Machine like as they piled up victories, not like the pathetic teams of the last 20 years or so. Often, as a treat to fans (or maybe to make up for a rain cancellation) the team would play a "double header", with one ticket buying a frugal fan 18 innings or more of major league action.  Action would begin win the afternoon, and end sometime in the late evening.

Of course, those days are long gone. Owners aren't giving away a game that when they can charge their fans an inflated ticket price. And, frankly, with the games growing in length and tedium in recent years, who could actually sit through two games, back-to-back?

But here at the UCTMW HDH yesterday, Mistress and slave rolled back the clock and staged our own twi-night double header. First, there was our traditional wake up sex.  That was spiced a bit by an introductory phone call from the WC.  He texted me early yesterday morning, asking to talk to Mistress "before you have sex....." Hmmm, I thought to myself. Is the WC going to play one of those cards from yesteryear?  Back in the day when he and Mistress has regular phone sex appointments, he would sometimes impose an orgasm embargo on her, ordering her to refrain from any intervening cums so she would be primed and ready for him.  Fortunately, those embargoes never applied to slave!

But it turned out that the WC just wanted to confirm that if things turned torrid when he and B are visiting, she remained game. It was the proper and polite thing to do, and Mistress indicated that she remained "willing", despite the passage of time. Of course, we both also indicated that it was up to B, the person least familiar with this odd dynamic to make the call.  Maybe things will develop in  a kinky direction. Maybe we will just have some vanilla grown up fun over dinners and beverages, with some sight seeing tossed in.  Who knows?

After that call, Mistress and slave exercised their normal sexual yearnings, with some conventional but always hot sex, before heading out on our obligatory Saturday morning errands.  We stocked the larder at the Farmer's Market with all sorts of fresh goodies for the week ahead.

At home, there was a bike ride, and some work for both of us out on our patio before we adjourned to bed for a late afternoon nap.  But when we woke, Mistress was in a feisty mood.

"Fetch my supplies, slave....."

I took that to mean her strap on and its attachment, along with lube.  It had been a while, but slave was ready to take his medicine. I obediently assembled her equipment and placed them on the bed for her.

"What about the riding crop, slave?"

Oops.

I found that protruding from a cowboy boot in our closet, a little dusty but ready for her use.

At her direction, I assumed the desired position.

She laced into me, not too hard, but with sufficient authority to remind me of my place.

"This is because you have us scheduled to be in River City for too long this fall, slave......"

True. It won't be a while until we return. It's not anything to be pleased about, and I probably deserved to take the fall. Both of us are happier out here at our HDH, than amidst the sharper elbows and more demanding family members back in River City.

But my chastisement did not last long. Soon Mistress was mounting her slave, my ass reddened and awaiting her assault. She found her target and was soon reaching a crescendo that had her slave panting and Mistress cumming in a long dramatic moan of delight. Then she collapsed onto me, catching her breath after her successful assault on her slave.

When she recovered, she climbed off me, leaving her harness on the floor for her slave to clean and put away until the next time.  Back in bed, She rolled over onto her back.

"You may fuck me now, slave.... if you're up to it."

Rest assured, her slave was more than up to it. Did that count as extra innings?

It was a very dramatic conclusion to a prolonged day at our little high desert ball yard.

Cuckold Q. and A.

Our last post got and unusual number of comments, including a few questions from old and seemingly new (or lurking) readers.  We are glad some of you are enjoying our latest adventures with JJ.  We have another rendezvous with him set up for Tuesday night, which may be the last for a few weeks because we head to our SW hideaway on Saturday.

Let me tackle a few of the questions you've raised in your comments:

Q. Our Western Correspondent raised the question of what happens if JJ gets his hands on the key to slave cock cage....

A. JJ does seems amused that slave has been told to be caged when he comes over. He raised the question of whether I was caged or not as early as our first meeting with him at a local bar.  It seems he enjoyed using the power on his last 2 visits to say whether I should be sprung loose or not. But so far he has shown no interest in managing my "cage time" when we are not together.  

Q. Anonymous asked "can you share what's going through your head as you watched Molly and JJ?

A. It's a bit of an out of body experience. As I crouched next to the bed on Thursday night, holding Mistress's hands over her head as JJ pounded into her for what seemed like forever, I was focused on Mistress's face, her eyes scrunched shut, her mouth open, moaning with pleasure.  It was good to see that look of ecstasy on her face, something I don't get to observe when I am doing the fucking ( not that I ever could fuck her as hard as JJ does!).

Q. Another anonymous reader asked me to comment on what went through my mind when I came face to face with another man's cock.

A. In this instance it was something like. "oh shit. That's a whole lot bigger than my cock. How can Mistress take that sucker?"

Q. Another anonymous reader asks "Do you think JJ wants more of you down the road....not just your oral skills but maybe some rear action....."

A. I've not picked up any interest from JJ in that subject.  Mistress may have shared that she sometimes enjoys a good "pegging" of her slave. But there's no way slave could take that big cock, so let's hope we are not going in that direction.

Q. Another anonymous reader asks "when did you realize you were gay. What was your wife's reaction to learning that you are sexually attracted to men."

A. I Don't want to disappoint you (or some of you) but  I am not gay or sexually attracted to men.  It's not a "turn on" to partake of JJ's cock.  It's not something that I am secretly pining for, or fantasizing about.  The turn on (at least for me) is the submission / humiliation aspect of  his dominance of Mistress and me.  I'll have to ask Mistress for her take on this, but she's said she thinks it's hot to watch me under those circumstances. And of it makes Mistress hot, then that's another good reason for me to follow JJ's direction when he tells me to perform that role.

Let us know if you have any more questions!

Father's Day FemDom

Here at our SW Hideaway we celebrated Father's Day one day early.  There was our typically satisfying wake-up sex, and a promise of more to come.

"Slave, I'm using my strap-on this afternoon.  So save your energy....."

In truth it was a relatively relaxing day.  A trip to the farmer's market. Lunch and reading out on our patio. And then a late afternoon nap.

When we woke at around 5:30 pm, Mistress was prepared to deliver on her promise.

"Get my supplies, slave...."

I rounded up her harness and it's phallic accessory. And some lube, of course.

Mistress found the riding crop on her own.  Although she had some hesitancy coming up with suitable grounds for punishment.....

"Hmmmm..... let's go over the rules while I'm away, slave....."

Slap.  Ouch.

"Uhhhh...... I wear the cage when I go out, Mistress......"

Slap. Ouch.

"That's right.....and what else?"

"And I masturbate once a day and  send a photo to you on snap-chat...."

"That's right."

Slap. Ouch.

"And what if some woman comes onto you, slave?"

"No sex with them Mistress....but if I'm n my cage, is it ok for me to use my tongue on them?"

This little provocation on my part was probably inspired by what I read yesterday over at "A Married Sissy".  It seems that Terri has been allowed to add a little oral devotion to his Saturday afternoon ritual of tending to the nails of his wife Diane's pal Linda.  Though it sounds as if the cage stays on throughout.

But my cheeky response  earned me a volley of blows from Mistress with her crop that had slave cringing and squirming.  I guess she didn't realize I was joking?

After making it clear that I had no Terri-like license to please any other woman, Mistress put down the crop and got down to business. I was on my tummy, a pillow under me to make my ass "rise to the occasion".  Her aim was true and soon she was thrusting with mucho gusto filling me and ascending to a rather dramatic cum of her own.

Once she was done with her "hubby invasion" I was allowed to satisfy her one more time with my tongue before exercising my "all access pass" to her clean shaven folds.  And as we were engaging in a more traditional form of love making I asked her a question that came to mind whilst she was deploying her faux phallus.

"Does your new friend know that you fuck me in the ass, Mistress?"

"I've discussed it with him, slave.  He asked and I told him that 'of course I do'.....He says he wants to watch me do it to you......"

"What do you think about that, Mistress?"

"It might be good for you, slave....."

Well that would be interesting.  Have any of our readers been exposed to that sort of experience?

In any event, Mistress assured that her slave had a very sexy Father's Day, with more to come today.

And I want to wish a pleasant father's day to those of you out there who read our blog. On the other hand, there are some creepy dads who come to mind that I am less enthusiastic about.  I'm thinking of Trump attorney Michael Cohen, who recently tweeted to the world this photo of his Ivy League daughter that he must have found while trolling through her Instagram account.





Lesson One: Sure your daughter may be hot. But good Dads don't use sexy images of their kin to help build their twitter account followers.

Lesson Two: Never get caught rebroadcasting photos from your daughter's Instagram account.

But maybe we expect too much from Mr. Cohen.  Think of who he hangs with:

Peg O' The West

Was it the full moon that brought out the wilder side of Mistress on Sunday?

We had some rather robust wake-up sex Sunday morning, featuring some rather rowdy riding of slave's rejuvenated cock.

"You seem back to normal now, slave....", she sighed finally coming to rest after a few well earned cums for her and one very satisfying one for her devoted slave. A month after my surgical repairs, slave does seem to have resumed my normal, if aging level of sexual proficiency.

After breakfast, we headed up the mountain to  sunny ski slopes and another day in our local paradise, fighting the crowd of Texans who have arrived for spring break. After getting our quota of runs, it was back to our cozy hideaway, with lunch and a pre-dinner nap on the agenda.

But when we woke up Mistress was no longer in a somnolent mood.

"I think it's time I fucked you in the ass, slave....."

"Hmmmmm....."

I was told to gather her supplies, and, "resigned to my fate", set about gathering up her harness, it's phallic accessory, and our container of baby oil gel.  Mistress mulled whether the deployment of her strap on should be preceded by a ritual cropping.

"I'm having trouble coming up with a good reason to punish you, slave...."

"Not even some trumped up charges, Mistress?

"No, you've been pretty well behaved lately...."

So Mistress spared the rod, and decided to cut to the chase.  Like a good slave, I promptly assumed the desired position.  That drew a chuckle from Mistress.....

"Why look at you....no foreplay?  Just roll over and present your ass, slave?....."

"I'm just anticipating your desires, Mistress.... isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

Apparently I had a point, because Mistress climbed onto the bed behind me, and was promptly on task, making sure that her "aim was true" then quickly picking up the pace as she plunged in and out of slave's welcoming orifice.  She built herself into quite a frenzy before collapsing onto be, spent and satisfied with a rather dramatic late afternoon sexual release.

Of course, slave was not yet "fulfilled", though I was certainly worked up in response to her stimulation.  I was told to insert my "device" (the aeros) and then as Mistress rolled onto her back, enjoyed the opportunity to plunge her work-a-day cock with reckless abandon into those succulent clean shaven folds.

It was a "two-a-day" worthy of the full moon in a big western sky.

What Losing Streak?

It was a relatively rare activity free weekend at home for Mistress and slave, after what seems like a lot of travel so far this fall, with more to come.

And while Slave's football teams both collapsed in the 2nd halves this weekend, maybe their lack of success was a counter-indicator of what was in store for slave in the sack.

I definitely "scored", both on defense and offense.

Saturday started as normal, with some gratifying wake up sex, and a bike ride.  Then slave was off for some time with my cute grandkids.  We both ended up back in the sack by late afternoon.  But after our nap, Mistress was definitely feisty.

"Get out my supplies slave....."

I retrieved her strap on, the faux cock and lubricant for her use.

"What about the riding crop, slave?"

Hmmmm..... how had I forgotten that?  In fact she found it in the closet herself, and required slave to assume the position that made my aging ass available for her use, and abuse.

"I'm not sure what this punishment is for slave....maybe just a deterrant for future bad behavior?"

She lit into my bottom with about 10 robust strokes that had me squiriming and whining by the time she was done.

"Aww, poor slave....I think you'll survive...."

No doubt, my bottom was red and tender, but hardly harmed.  And it got my submissive juices flowing for what came next.

Mistress lubed up her "tool" and went to work, sliding onto the bed behind my prone body and (with a little help from me) bringing her tool to bear on her slave's rear entrance.

She was soon pumping into me, slowly but surely building to her own cum, collapsing onto me, then returning to a slow churning rythmn that seemed to delivery another follow up orgasm before she came to rest on top of her well pegged slave.

When she caught her breath, she pulled out, slid out of her harness and gave her slave direction to insert my aneros. Then it was my turn to do the plunging until we were both sweaty and satisfied.

I returned the favor Sunday morning by deploying Mistress's favorite power tool to give her a nice powerful cum that preceded more conventional love making.

So with all that sexual action, I can simply ignore the pitiful seasons my alma mater and the Pussycats are putting together, and look forward to ski season!

New Halftime Ritual?

Slave "suffered" through two dismal football games over the weekend.

First there was the humiliation of my alma mater by the Blue Devils on our home field. Maybe it was fitting payback for our schooling their primo basketball team several times over the last two seasons. In any event, it was painful to watch.

Then I sat in brutal heat through the Pussycats' game yesterday.  Some rookie no-name QB  seemed to be possessed by the spirit of John Elway, and broke the home team's back via two long TD passes. Somewhere our erstwhile Western Correspondent was smiling (while choking his chicken, no doubt!).

But there was a glimmer of sunshine too!

On Saturday, Mistress ordered her slave to come visit her in her "Executive Suite" at halftime. So I passed on those cheesy promos for Sunday night's game that have long since pre-empted the traditional marching band highlights, and reported for duty.

"Gather my tools, slave. And don't forget the riding crop!"

Gulp!

But naturally, I complied with suitable haste.

Mistress slid into her strap-on harness, but had trouble coming up with even the Trumpiest of charges when it came to explaining the 10 or so stripes she decorated my as with during a flurry of stinging pain.

"Let's consider this preemptive discipline, slave...."

Apparently watching me writhe counted as foreplay for her next task.

Once the crop was tossed to the floor, Mistress quickly proceeded to the next phase of her slave's halftime therapy.  Since I was already "in position", all she had to do was apply some lube and she was ready to apply her self to the task at hand.

And she did so con mucho gusto, finding her target and pumping with enthusiasm until she had her own cum with a moan of delight, then collapsing onto her slave's back with the satisfaction of a pegging well done.

Once Mistress withdrew and shed her harness, slave was instructed to insert his "device" (the aneros), and given permission to fuck Mistress in more conventional style. Rest assured that slave was both privileged and happy to comply.

The only down side: Mistress had worked so efficiently to drain her slave of any uppitiness, that I did not miss my alma mater's 2nd half meltdown!  If your team is going to lose, I recommend this therapy as a way to innoculate yourself with the proper "who give's a rat's ass" attitude!

Trumped Up Charges

Mistress  "threatened" to give her slave some strap-on action Saturday morning when the dust settled from our more conventional wake-up sex.

"I think you need a good ass-fucking this afternoon, slave...." was the way I recall her expressing her intentions.

"At your wish, Mistress."

 But first there was some time for me to spend with my cute grand-kids, and for both of us to soak up some rays at our local swim club.

By 4 pm we were home, and ready for a late afternoon siesta. But when we woke, Mistress was determined to "make good her threat" before we headed to a movie up the street.

"Get our my supplies, slave."

I knew what that meant, so slave went about the task of retrieving her harness, it's phallic accessory and the lube. I also pulled out the aneros, which she likes me to insert after she's "hard her way" with me.

Supplies assembled, I reported to her in the bedroom.

"But where's the riding crop, slave?"

Oops. I guess she wasn't going to do a "half-assed" job this afternoon.

"Did I do something wrong, Mistress?"

I thought I'd been a good slave this week.

"Just get it while I think up some trumped up charges....."

"Yes, Mistress."

Reporting back, crop in hand, and without being told, I assumed the position on our bed. Ass up, pillow under my hips.

"Slave, you've been good this week. But these are to remind you to behave while I'm away."

(Mistress is heading on a trip with the Dowager Domme and her sister on Thursday evening).

She lit into my bottom with about 8 solid but not punishing strokes. I've found that they are more tolerable if I vocally express the ouchy pain they induce. So our two cats got an earful as I moaned in response to each one.

"There now, slave. Hopefully you've learned your lesson in advance and will be on the straight and narrow while I'm gone!"

Pain was soon turned to pleasure for both of us as Mistress deployed her strap-on. Her aim was true and she was soon pumping into me until her powerful thrusts turned me to putty until she exhausted herself in what appeared to be her own impressive cum.

Once we both caught our breaths, slave was allowed to take my own pleasure a more conventional way, with the aneros providing a little extra incentive.

And not once did slave exclaim "but Mistress, I've been framed!"

Slave's Comeuppance

After a couple of weeks of less than optimal service from her slave, it was just a matter of time before Mistress "cracked down".

Yesterday was the day when slave's time ran out.

Things started here as might a typical Saturday. Though Mistress had a breakfast meeting for a client, we were able to squeeze in some wake-up worship and what Mistress referred to as a "quickie". Rest assured, slave was pampered in ways that some of my comrades are not (thinking of you Terri, on that lonely, caged sabbatical).

But before we went our separate ways, Mistress had a warning / promise.

"Don't be gone too long, slave.  I have plans for you this afternoon."

Hmmmm?

I was back from some time with my cute grandsons by around 2 pm. That left time for an afternoon map, and nothing more on our agenda until a  7:30 pm dinner with the Dowager Domme and Mistress's sister.

So when we woke from our nap, there was still plenty of time in our afternoon. Mistress took full advantage.

"Get out my supplies, slave...."

I knew what she meant....her harness and it's important accessory. Along with a container of lube.

But as I was assembling the desired equipment, she had a second requirement.

"And get the riding crop too, slave....."

Oops.

Once Mistress slid into her harness, she took full and decisive charge.

"On the bed, slave.... and in your position...."

I knew it was time to take my medicine, like a man ,  errrr, slave.....

Mistress explained why it was time for a much delayed punishment.

"You've been a little too fixated on politics and facebook when you get home from work slave....and not on serving ME....."

As the stinging blows rained down on my backside, I did a rather poor job of remaining still.

"Stop squirming slave.... it will just make things worse...."

And so it did.

But all well deserved punishments come to an end. and this one too.  Mistress swiftly moved onto pegging mode, lubricating her artificial appendage and sliding down onto my prone form and stinging ass.

Her aim was true.

Mistress took her time having her way with her submissive receptacle, and worked her way up to an impressive cum at my expense, finally coming to rest on top of me, short of breath but seemingly well satisfied.

Fortunately, she was more than happy to return the favor, though it took a little energy on my part to get out of the sub-zone.

 Rest assured my "punishment" had the desired affect of re-focusing my attention where it should be: pleasing Mistress!

The Ultimate Pegging

Slave was sexually out of commission from Monday afternoon through Tuesday because I finally succumbed to the nagging of my MD and got that dreaded colonoscopy he'd said was my due ever since I hit 50.

As someone who has bent over and taken Mistress's strap-on  over the years, I suppose it should not have been something I shunned for so long. Mistress has had hers over the years.  Maybe it was watching her do the dreaded prep -- 36 hours of fasting and drinking a foul beverage to facilitate the total evacuation of the area to be plumbed.

Rest assured that while I was going through my little ordeal I tried my best to keep up with my slave duties: Mistress got some worship Monday evening and yesterday morning before she accompanied me to the MD's office.  Although, sadly,  she was denied the services of her work-a-day cock while my "prep" was underway.

Mistress accompanied me to my appointment, which was at a "surgery center" in a sleazy strip mall in a declining part of town.  Not real confidence building.

I had been told to bring a photo ID along with my insurance card.  Which brought one thought to mind: Do people send "ringers' to take their colonoscopies for them?  Like a student who gets some braniac to take the SAT for him?  And Why hadn't I thought of that.

As it turns out, the prep was much worse than the procedure. The last thing I remember was the nurse anesthesiologist chatting me up by testing me  with clever Latin phrases he learned at a Jesuit High School in Philadelphia. I never did see the actual device that found it's way up my back channel:

Then I woke up - I guess 30 minutes later - with the pleasant nurse offering me a coke, and, for some unknown reason, "I Left my Heart in San Francisco" running through my head.

If the Doctor asked himself that dreaded question _ "Hmmmm..... has something else been up here lately?", he didn't mention it to me.

Mistress was waiting for me in the reception area, told me I had "passed" the test, according to the MD, and drove me home.

So for all of you putting this off as I did, my advice after this experience: man up. It's not so bad.

Now, back to our regular programming.

BTW, Mistress has a meet up with her back-up lover K for a drink this evening.

"If you ride your bike to work slave, and it rains, you'll have to find your own way home."

Understood, Mistress.

Bon Voyage Sex

Slave came to ground today just west of Abilene, Kansas, the home of  Dwight David Eisenhower, who no doubt would be labeled a RINO by the scary remnants of his Grand Old Party. Mistress was supposed to be jetting to the far east as we speak, but a series of snafus by United "Airlines" left her, our daughters and my very pissed mother -in-law standing at the gate as the plane backed away. Hopefully they will have better luck tomorrow.

Suffice it to say that Slave could have driven them to Newark in the time it took them to get there from River City. 

But you didn't come here for travel whining, did you?

No, you want to hear about what instructions Slave has been given for this long separation.

First off, we did have some epic getting ready to say goodbye sex on Saturday. There was your robust wake-up sex. Then, after we had both done some chores and errands, we reconvened in Mistress's executive suite for a little more ritualized departure frolic. Mistress dusted off her strap-on and gave Slave a nice "so long for now" pegging, then allowed me to take her in more conventional fashion. Of course, Slave had to beg for permission to cum, which Mistress generously granted.

It was after the dust cleared that Mistress gave me my protocol while I am solo at our Southwestern Hideaway.

"Slave.... I know Suzanne will be disappointed, but  I'm not going to make you wear the cage for two full weeks.... You need to get your exercise, and the long drive would be too excruciating with the cage on...."

"But....?"

"I want you to wear it for any socializing.... when you go out to eat.... or hang out with our friends.... I don't want you to succumb to temptation.... I know how you can be...."

Well, if course Slave will not do any "succumbing", but I happily agreed to wear my cage for any outings where the opposite sex might be engaged. I suppose it's a shame Mistress has no trusted friend out there to act as "key holder" the way Suzanne's sister does from time to time.

And no, Suzanne, "Mattress Mary" does not fall into that category. At least not yet.

But what about the traditional "no touch" rule, you may ask?

"I know this may sound odd... but I want you to take things into your own hands once... but no more than once... each day. Send me an email everyday to explain how that is going....I don't want you getting too horny while I am gone... who knows what trouble you might get into.

"Uhh... yes, Mistress....", I said with a little surprise.

I think I am a pampered house slave, don't you?

After dinner we settled into a night of veging together, watching some TV, and clinging. We're not used to such a long sabbatical from our daily routines with one another.

And this morning, though I planned to leave at 7 am, we made sure to have one more session, with me worshiping Mistress, and, after she was pleased, me fucking her slow and hard for the last time for two weeks.

Now I'm all by my lonesome in some sleazy Super 8, and Mistress is sharing a room with her mom in Newark, hoping to leave tomorrow.

I already miss you, Mistress.

New Marketing Opportunity?

The other day over at Finding My Submission , Sin posted a helpful blog in response to a reader's question about what type of nipple clamps are on the market and the various advantages (or would that really be disadvantages) the competing options present. She gave us a tour through the various styles of products on the market with handy pointers on the types and quality of pain they can inflict.

(Funny, the only reader questions I ever seem to get are of the "why aren't you in the cage today, Mick?" variety, but I digress).

Of course, Sin does appear to be an expert on the subject since her "Big Bad" Dom seems to require her to submit to various forms of nipple torture in the most unusual of settings - parking lots, lady's rooms, the office, grocery store, etc. He really is a sadistic sombitch it seems, but then an interesting, long running  blog probably requires one or two characters like that to sustain the entertainment value and melodrama.

But Sin's post gave me one of those bright ideas for expanding the UCTMW media empire which I simply had to share.

What about a sex paraphenalia shopping channel on cable, designed for the folks like Sin's questioning reader who want the skinny on what's on the market and have a credit card handy to call the number on the bottom of the screen and make that impulse buy. We'd be spreading joy and collecting cash at the same time!

Sin could be available to display and demonstrate the proper application of nipple clamps, either in the studio, or from some of those remote locations she blogs about. Maybe one where she is shoveling snow, or making breakfast for her kids while "secretly" clamped.... the secret known only to the studio audience (of course you need one of those, with slack jawed ex-urbanites who clap like seals whenever the floor manager gives the signal).

Suzanne and Tammy over at All Mine would certainly be helpful in demonstrating the various products on the market for the proper "pegging" of a submissive.... from strap on starter kits, to the more complex products on the market. I'm sure we'd all like to get a look at "Big Blackie" in action. And they could give pointers from the perspectives of "pegger" and "peggee" on the advantages and disadvantages of the many products available just a phone call away.

Of course, your UCTMW Executive Editor  could offer a line of cock cage products for the discerning Domme concerned about the proper security of her Slave or Sub, ranging from the lighter weight plastic models that can slip through airport or court house security to the sturdier and more compelling steel models. (no live modeling for me of course... we need to keep this classy!)

"Nothing says "your cock belongs to me" like stainless steel, ladies and gentlemen in TV land...."

Our Director of Security, International might peddle a line of floggers, since that seems to be a particularly specialty for him and Donna.

And our Western Correspondent.... well.... Since he buys lubricants by the drum load, maybe he can do a special segment on products available  to avoid abrasions when you masturbate the day away.

Slave's Mistake Leads to Some Serious Punishment

It's been a long time since Mistress required her Slave to post a photo of his reddened ass on these pages.... so you know I got into some trouble here at the UCTMW World HQ.

But before we get to that (that tease sounds a bit like your local news break where the blonde with big boobs says "poison gas cloud headed our way?,,,, more details at 11")... let me fill you in on our day here in River City.

It really has been many years since we spent the full blown holiday weekend here at home ... usually we are off to our Mountain hideaway this time of year. Mistress reminded me that we left the morning after TG last year. That's why a Friday with no real schedule seemed so refreshing. There was time for Mistress to sleep in.... to be followed by some slow and sensous wake up sex after she guffawed at my blog tribute to the vagaries of our Feast. 

I was a little concerned that Mistress might be offended that I seemed to pick on her family -- suffice it to say that on Holidays past my family has done more of its own good vibe killing work.  I can recall our first TG together, 20 years ago. Mistress was pregnant, we had just fled our respective spouses and were setting up our "love nest", and yet most of my family was supportive and already in love with the new addition to the family..... But for one sister.

She used some dead air over the holiday table at my (no longer with us) younger  brother's house to pronounce  "what's with my brothers -- dumping wives and finding new flashier models whenever it suits them!" 

Mistress was classy enough not to bolt from the room, or toss a bowl of gravy over my sister's head. 

Fortunately, we all survived and lived to feud another day.... and even that sister has mellowed with the years.

But Mistress took my post in the spirit intended and even added some incidents I missed the night before: like the fact that our guests had already begun chowing down by the time she and I sat down forgoing what I thought was the traditional TG toast to the assembled family members and those missing or departed.

Or the fact that her sister asked the open question at some point "does anyone want to know what I want for Christmas?"  If I'd heard that I might have volunteered a few suggestions: like membership in a pre-paid legal services program; or the phone number of the guy who smoked and deep fried our turkeys, so she would not try to plunder the precious leftovers, as she had done the year before.

After Mistress and I decided we could no longer linger in bed, we took a hearty bike ride on an unseasonably lovely day. Then she was off for a lunch meeting with her boss, and the sullen teen and I went to pick up our Christmas tree - the first one we've had here in about 12 years.

When we got home Mistress was returning, and the teen was conscripted to go on a shopping expedition with her grandma and aunt. Mistress politely declined this opportunity to darken the door of retailers on Black Friday.

Suddenly we were alone.... and Mistress had plans for her Slave.

"Good.... now we have time to give you the ass fucking I've been promising you, Slave."

It had been a while, and since I am a bit of a slut about such things, I happily followed her command to get that ass up stairs and strip. She directed me to get her "supplies", the harness, lube and dildo. But when I completed those tasks, and was down to my undies, I noticed she had found one additional accessory --- her riding crop.

"Down on the bed Slave, on your stomach.... and shed the underwear too."

Gulp.

"To what do I owe this privilege Mistress?"

"You'll find out soon enough, Slave.... just get down there and show me that ass...."

I did, and she immediately began a nice firm and very painful thrashing....I was bouncing off the bed, whining, trying my best to "take it like a man", but was clearly having problems with that... it hurt like hell.

In a brief break, she reminded me of my "fuck-up".

"You know the reason, Slave..... that very unpleasant mistake you made about someone's name the other night, after K's party...."

Ah yes.  We were driving home after a party at her boss's house. Old Mick sometimes struggles with names, and as I was reaching for one name, another one inadvertently popped out of my wine addled lips.... the name of that person who I fucked up with 4 years ago. Events I have mentioned here, that caused Mistress a great deal of heartache, but also led to our Contract.

"Well.... I think what happened is that you had brought her name up earlier, and somehow it floated out of my aging brain Mistress..."

We had talked about it earlier... she cross examining me about whether I had been withholding any contacts with this person.... I reassuring Mistress that it was all ugly ancient history. And yet, rightfully so, it had rattled her.  She was right to let those feelings lead to some catharsis rather than fester, even at the expense of my now throbbing ass.

After that brief discussion, she added a few more firm strokes for good measure.... and I took my medicine. But it sure did  hurt.

"I think I've raised some welts, Slave,,,,".

Her fingers lingered on my ass running along the red ridges she had created.  Then she picked up her I-phone and snapped a photo.

"I want to see this on the blog in the morning, Slave.... to show our friends what happens when you misbehave."

"Yes, Mistress."

She was already in her harness, so the next step was obvious..... Making sure ample lube was applied, she had me on my stomach again, legs slightly spread. She found her target on the first try and was soon thrusting her way into me.

The surprise was how quickly and dramatically Mistress came, with a bone quacking shudder and deep moan of lust.... I surmised that the act of punishing her Slave was quite a turn-on for her, otherwise why did that explosion come so suddenly and with such passion? If that's so, maybe I will  be seeing more frequent punishments in the future?

We shall see.

In any event, once she had her fill of my ass, she stood, tossed her harness aside, and instructed me to insert my "device" (the aneros), and fuck her properly.

And I made sure not to disappoint.

Slave gets "Pegged"

Slave is still in a bit of a haze from a weekend where I succumbed to a cold, that was exacerbated by sitting outside watching our local team collapse in a very cold play-off game. Consuming all that pseudo-fed may get me on the Government’s watch list. So yesterday I forgot to mention that Mistress used her strap-on Saturday afternoon to remind me of my status as her Slave.

It had been a few weeks since Mistress pulled out the tools she uses on such occasions. And its been less than a year since Mistress began to take me this way, which certainly hastened our realization that I should be her Slave in more formal terms.

Not long ago, I ran across a description of this process, labeled “pegging” in at the Tickleberry website (I was looking for a replacement cock cage), and thought I would share it. The author does a good job describing the roles and emotions involved when a male submits to this form of play:

"Pegging:
The phrase was coined in 2001 by the winning answer to Dan Savage’s competition in his sex advice column “Savage Love”, which appears in many city newspapers throughout the States and Canada.
Pegging Definition:
Pegging is the name given to something we know Tickleberry clientele have been enjoying for many years!
It’s the act of a woman penetrating her man anally with a strap on dildo. It’s female to male penetration.
Pegging can be performed sensually, slowly and rhythmically or deep, fast and rough. It’s a fetish or kink enjoyed by lots of hetrosexual couples that has links to erotic male surrender and Feminine Domination.
Male Submissive Fantasy:
Pegging taps into the submissive male fantasy of being dominated by his Mistress, submitting to her desires, and giving his mind, body and soul to better serve her needs. When a man expresses his submissive self and is anally penetrated by his female lover he learns to relinquish control.
His Emotions:
As with any erotic fantasy enactment the submissive person is placing a lot of trust in his loving dominant partner. Assuming this is his first experience of anal penetration you need to bear in mind he’s probably feeling a mixture of conflicting emotions in essence he’s likely to be feeling extremely vulnerable, very apprehensive and yet highly aroused and excited at the same time.
When he offers himself in readiness for pegging remember he’s placing an enormous amount of trust in you.
Your Emotions:
Wearing a fully equipped dildo harness can have quite an impact on the mind set for many women. At first, you may be a little unsure about fulfilling his sexual fantasy. This certainty is quite natural, particularly if your man has always taken the lead role in the bedroom. Wearing a dildo harness requires you to adopt a more dominant role, a role which you may soon delight in and relish, as you discover your new powerful, controlling, erotic self. A new dominant sensual self which you allow out to play during erotic bedroom scenes as you anally penetrate your husband or boyfriend.
Take Control:

Any role play in the bedroom is all about exploration, love, sharing, arousal and most of all fun. Don’t get too serious about it the first time. As mentioned in our How to Wear a Dildo Harness page, get used to how it feels on you. Equip it with your favourite dildo and thrust your hips, walk around the room, bend, stretch and make any adjustments to the fitting before you use the harness for the first time. Do this in private and as you become accustomed to the mental and physical effects of wearing the harness you’ll gain confidence and be prepared for the first pegging session!

You need to appear to your lover that you know what exactly how to anally penetrate him and that you’re taking control of playtime. This is particularly important if he is about to become his submissive self and is excited at the thought of you dominating him. Take a look at our Divine Domination pages in the After Dark area for some tips. Your newly acquired skills of domination and sexual power may surprise and arouse you! Relish the sensations of being in control!
Position your Lover in Readiness for your attention:
There are 2 basic positions for your “Bend Over Boyfriend” to adopt:
Bent over a supportive surface that’s just a little lower than his waist height, with his feet securely on the ground. Beds or tables are ideal and offer support if he should become weak at the knees! This position will ensure his bottom is nicely presented to you, you may even want to give him a gentle spank before you start!
Lying on his back in a “Missionary” type position. This is the most comfortable position for anal intercourse and strap on dildo play, but often the least preferred by submissive men because the sensation of vulnerability is missing. In this position he lies on the bed with a pillow to support the small of his back and his legs pulled up. You would then penetrate him from above.
Lubrication:
Any anal play is really so much better when you use a good quality lubricant. As he’s bent over waiting your attention apply a generous amount of lubricant to your silicone cock, simulate male masturbation and glide your hand up and down its shaft. Let him see what you’re doing. Tell him what you’re doing, and where the dildo is about to go.
Next apply some lubricant to his rosebud. Rub it around. To help him prepare and relax his sphincter massage a little lubricant inside him, gently and sensually push your finger in and out several times.
Penetration:
Take the shaft of your slippery silicone penis in one hand and guide its head so that it’s gently nudging at the entrance of his anus. Slowly start to push it inside him. Don’t force it, wait for his sphincter muscles to relax and accept the intrusion. As the dildo’s head enters about 25 – 50mm wait a little more, giving him time to become accustomed to the sensation. The first time it’s essential to go slowly and gently.
Thrusting:

With his bottom presented before you use it for support! Place your hands upon his hips and hold him. Now push forward with your hips in one gentle slow confident motion, until the dildo is completely inside him. Again wait a moment or two and let him get used to the sensation of being penetrated by you.

Now using your hips glide the dildo about half way out, then back in again. Continue pushing in, and pulling almost out. In and almost out. Check your lover’s body language. If he’s ready, build up a regular thrusting rhythm, perhaps going faster, deeper and with more force. As you develop your thrusting techniques it’s normally best to ensure the dildo doesn’t actually come all the way out. Bear in mind what you like when you normally have intercourse together: do you like it deep, with a regular rhythm, or would you like him to pull out completely and thrust back in again?

As your skills grow, try to develop variations: pull out completely and let him beg for more! Pull out completely and gently nudge at his entrance, not allowing the dildo to enter until you’re ready. Spank his bottom as he awaits your pleasure. Whilst fucking him with your strap on don’t forget to give his cock some attention too.
The affect on his prostate:
Pegging can’t fail to have an effect on the male prostate. As your dildo enters him it’s massaging his g-spot pleasure centre, and the sensations he feels will be those of “prostate milking” which increases arousal and gets his ejaculatory fluid flowing. His cock may start to drip and he may even ejaculate without orgasm.
Which Type of Harness is Best for Pegging?
Generally it’s worth investing what you feel you can afford. Treat yourself to a good quality leather 2 strap dildo harness that will accept a variety of dildos. If you’ve a Vegan vinyl is an excellent choice, as it’s waterproof and easier to clean than leather. Rubber dildo harness are ideal for those with a latex fetish and can, like a vinyl harness, be used in the shower. Elastic harnesses which can be purchased with dildos already attached do not provide the support you need, their elasticity is lost quite quickly, and control over the dildo is poor. For more dildo purchasing information to a took at our Buying a Dildo Harness page.
Which type of Dildo is best for pegging?
Material:
For any form of anal play it’s absolutely essential that the dildo has no sharp edges and that it’s not too hard. Specifically for pegging your dildo should be firm yet soft and flexible. Generally, if you can afford the extra cost, treat you and your lover to a silicone dildo or a vibrating silicone dildo, they are by far the best. Silicone has no odour, and has a soft firmness. It is a very hygienic material, hypoallergenic, can be disinfected and of course it’s phthalate free. You need a dildo with flexibility and which warms to your body temperature so we wouldn’t recommend using dildos made of Pyrex Glass, metal or hard plastic. If you or your partner are allergic to latex avoid rubber dildos. It’s best not to go for Rabbit styles dildos as the shape is all wrong for anal play. You may also decide against toys made of jelly or cyber skin because these are usually made of cheaper plastics which might contain phthalates.

Length:
Dildos that are slightly longer than average are best for anal play and strap-on pegging, this is because about 20 mm or so of the dildo’s available length is taken up when you put it in the harness, it then needs to pass the cheeks of your lover’s bottom, leaving a bit less for penetration. Also a longer length is nice for rhythmic hip movements, you can get into a nice steady pace of thrusting without worrying that the dildo may slip out of your partner.

Shape and Design Features:
Penis shaped dildos are best for strap-on fun, particularly those with a nice realistic size shaft and a well sculptured head/glans. Dildos for pegging need a flared base to ensure the harness supports and holds them. Dildos that are a little thinner than average are perfect for comfortable for anal penetration, and we recommend our very popular Aqua Pearl Anal Vibrator, an ideal vibrating anal dildo. Dildos with balls are OK, but the weight and balance of the balls can sometimes be a bit more difficult to control, unless it’s been specifically designed so that the balls hang outside the dildo harness just like our Mr Cute Balls. To give your “Bent Over Boyfriend” the added sensation of a realistic pair of balls slapping his bottom as you thrust away we suggest “Mr Cute Balls”.
Double Dildos:
Double dildos such as the Nexus and Feeldoe give double pleasure. Meaning that you’re both penetrated at the same time. Some women say that “double ended dildos” give them a more realistic sensation to having a cock. Some women are able to wear double dildos without a harness but many say they work better with the additional support of a dildo harness. All our dildo harnesses (with the exception of the Male Chastity Dildo Harness) have a permanent hole in the front leather plate. This enables you to pop the “Driver” end of a double dildo through the harness and into yourself, ready for the “Receiving” end to penetrate your lover. The new Fun Factory Share would benefit from a dildo harness as it is a little more flexible than other double ended dildos.
Vibrating Silcone Dildos:
Sex toys primarily designed as a dildo with the addition of a vibrating bullet are known as Vibrating Dildos. These can add extra fun to strap on playtime, but we’d recommend you apply a little lubricant to the vibrating bullet before popping it in to the body of the dildo, it helps make removal easier.


Having Mistress take my ass with her strap-on makes me particularly submissive. It’s a good reminder that I need to keep a check on my Alpha Male tendencies.

On Saturday we set aside some afternoon play time before the “game”, and Mistress gave me advance notice about what to expect. That expectation always gives me a bit of a shiver. When the appointed hour arrived, we adjourned to the bedroom, I stripped and slid under the covers, while Mistress donned her equipment. We lay there in bed together for a while, finishing some email traffic, interrupted by a teen in search of a scarf (of course, Mistress could not pull off the covers and help her on her quest, giving directions instead).

Once the teem evacuated the room, we turned to some conventional foreplay. Mistress likes to know her Slave’s cock is hard before she enters me, which enhances the experience for both of us. And soon she had accomplished that task with her cunning fingers as I played with her increasingly sensitive nipples.

Then it was time for me to roll over and assume my position, with a pillow under my hips to give Mistress a proper angle of attack. She asked my help to find the proper entry point and then slid inside me, filling me with her plastic cock. The sensation is hard to describe, but has both a physical and psychological element that puts this Slave in a place that makes me want to cling to her forever.

Soon Mistress had picked up the pace, thrusting and gyrating her hips against my welcoming ass. I can tell she is fond of these moments because she comes with a rush and fury that has her collapsing over me. Then she resumes, giving me more until I can tell she is exhausted.

She yanks off the harness, depositing it on the floor for her Slave to attend to when we are done, then slides into bed. At this point it’s my turn to insert my little while probe, to remind me where she has been. Then to fuck her the best I can. And I do.