Ass Week Ends, as Cage Week Begins.

Today marks the 7th consecutive days of photos of Mistress’s lovely ass, inspired by Suzanne, Jay and Tammy over at All Mine.

But of course, we are still waiting for that ass shot from the WC.

I thought I could shame him into coming up with one by finding large and hideous “ghost asses” for him, but apparently the man has no shame.

Which I suppose makes him well suited to serve as the Western Correspondent for the UCTMW Media Empire.

But a new week has begun, and it’s turning out to be “Cage Week” for Mick. Our policy here is that on days when we don’t drive to work together, Mistress requires me to be “caged up”. And as luck would have it there is a full work week in store for me.

Mistress had some kid related errands to run at the beginning of her day yesterday. The same today. Then On Wednesday she’s headed out of town until Friday evening. So my cock and balls are adjusting to the tight grip of that hard steel ring.

Yesterday morning, I was alert enough when I crawled out of bed to grab the hard steel ring from my dresser drawer. Downstairs, I smushed my balls and cock through the tight enclosure before embarking on my morning tasks. It’s always easier when things are loose and dangling, before the morning chill tightens things up, so to speak.

And when Mistress offered me the opportunity to fuck her, after being properly serviced, she found the type of hard and insistent tool that only a tight confinement at the base of my package can produce. Of course, coming is a little harder with that constriction, but when the countdown reaches “lift off” and my commanding officer drops the green flag, all things are very, very Go.

Last night I arrived home at around 6 pm, and Mistress was already lying in bed, waiting for me. After worshiping to her satisfaction, she kindly reached for the little key to spring me loose.

Ahhhh.

But come Wednesday I may be in for a longer period of confinement.

“I suppose it’s good that you are getting a little warm up before I leave town, Slave….”

Not so sure. God forbid I go Cold Turkey into the cage for three days….

Before we leave the subject of the NFL behind …. And it could be a while before those guys are back with a lock out looming over protracted labor negotiations .... I wanted to mention the role our long lost cousin played in making all those Cheeseheads happy, and saving Suzanne’s Ass from Jay’s visit.

When the Packers opened up a 14-0 lead late in the 1st Quarter, I swore I heard Troy Aikman point out that Safety Mick Collins was the guy hauling in that key  interception and running it to the house. Mistress and I smothered our laughs, as the folks in our house cheered the impending comeuppance of the dreaded Stillers.

AS it turn out it was Nick Collins…. Stud of the game for the Pack.

And here’s a great post game interview of him. He is a cocky and confident fellow, who does the Collins family proud. Collins interview

They say the “Black Irish” arose from the gene pool created when more than 50 ships of the Spanish Armada met their comeuppance on the rocky shores of Ireland’s West Coast back in 1588. The survivors scrambled ashore. Some were slaughtered by the British occuppiers of that wondrous but long oppressed Isle.

But others found some fair Irish maidens to provide them shelter and nurse them back to good health.

(Wondering now what therapy was provided for cocks frozen in the brutal North Atlantic. Maybe there is an answer on Wikipedia we could share with the WC).

I am wondering if cousin Nick can trace his ancestry back to some Moor gunner or deck hand, who met up with one of my great great great great great grandma’s back in County Kerry all those years ago.

Maybe he’d agree to be our Dairy Country Correspondent.