Cuckold Meme of the Day: Oral Service

 Last post I mentioned one of Mistress's first cuckolding bootie calls.  The one where she was asked to do a little extra grooming.  She got carried away, and has sported clean shaven folds ever since. 

His other directive?

"He wants me to bring a pair of handcuffs, slave."

Hmmm.  We had long dabbled in bondage.  We had some equipment of our own.  Still do.  Cuffs, collars, crops. In our pre-cuckolding days, Mistress was usually the "victim" of such toys.  And though we've shifted the axis of our relationship since then, the bdsm toys have remained in a duffel bag tucked into a corner of our closet.  I suppose we should find an excuse to dust them off. 

Going back to that "directive". . . we stopped by a local army / navy store and picked up a simple pair of handcuffs before Mistress went to her first meet up with this gentleman.

She had made clear to me, and to him, that during this first get together, at his home in the 'burbs, there would be no sex.  This was a "get to know you" arrangement, she said, and clearly intended.

To set the right tone, Mistress did not overdue her outfit. Sure she had sexy, silky undies.  But it was jeans and a less revealing top. Nothing too provocative, it seemed as she set out early on a Friday evening. 

Mistress was off the radar for several hours.  I stayed busy at home, caged of course, probably making dinner for at least one of our daughters, who were in high school at the time. 

It was around 11:30, maybe midnight, when Mistress came home. A tad disheveled. Of course, I was curious. But resisted my lawerly urge to cross examine.

"Long evening, slave."

"And how did it go. Did you use those handcuffs?"

She was undressing, using our bathroom to go through her re-sleep routines. 

"Definitely", she remarked, focused on her image in the bathroom mirror, then sliding into a slinky nightie.

As she settled into bed, I offered to provide some post-date worship. 

"Are you sure?  It's a little sticky down there, slave."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  We got a little carried away."

As she spread her legs in our bed, and I dipped ian eager tongue into what was clearly  well used if cleanly groomed folds, she provided the following narrative:

After sharing a beverage on his patio, they adjourned to his bedroom. So much for a simple getting to know you first meeting.

"He told me to strip, slave."

"And you did?"

"I did.  He just sat there on the bed, and watched me."

"Sounds hot."

"It was."  She let out a slight moan, possibly from my gentle oral ministrations. But also, maybe, from the recall of being inspected for the first time by a new partner as she did her slow reveal.

"Then?"

He stood, walked to me, cuffs in his hands. He touched me. gently. Somehow I ended up with my hands cuffed, behind my back."

As I slowly brought Mistress to a gentle cum, I could taste the residue of what her new lover had left behind. The story got a little disjointed, and my memory has faded over the years about all the details.  But she "submitted" to some robust sex in his bed that evening. And before she left, after she was dressed to leave, a  chaser back out on his patio. 

"I was on my knees, slave. He was ready to go again. He wanted my mouth."

Apparently he got it.

My work done, Mistress was soon sound asleep.

As for me, I recall that it wasn't until morning that Mistress found the key to my cage. 

Ask Mick: What's the Policy on "Self-Abuse" at UCTMW World HQ.?

Earlier this week, one of our legions (actually dozens) of current readers asked an important and timely question about  corporate policy at the UCTMW World HQ: Does Mistress allow her devoted and pampered house slave to masturbate?  

Please keep in mind that for the most part this is a hypothetical question. We are rarely apart and have sex almost every day, typically in the morning. What's better than wake-up sex? The exception might be a morning when we are getting up and out extra early to go on a long hike, or a drive to the airport. At my age, one cum a day is more than my reproductive system demands or needs. With that level of frequency, who needs to masturbate? (Other than our long since retired Western Correspondent, who used to buy lubricant in 20 gallon vats). 

But the question comes at an atypical time.  Mistress is off with an old friend for two nights at a nearby hot springs spa. Slave is home alone,  tending to the cat. It's now been nearly 48 hours since we last had our normal wake up sex! That' my longest dry spell in years! 

In the past, Mistress might have ordered me to wear a cock cage during any period when we are apart, particularly if I was going out, as I did last night, attending a local concert. At the very least, she would have reminded me that her policy was "no touching. Slave". So, cage-less and unrestrained,  feeling unusually liberated this week. In theory, I have license!

And yet..... maybe it's my age,  or a sense that a little frustration might make our reunion sex this evening  all the more thrilling, but so far I have exercised a little self discipline. 

Who da thunk! 

 

Stick to Sex, Mick!

 With all the crazy, divisive and depressing   shit going down in the world of politics these days,  kinky blogs like this one should probably remain a politics free zone where  reds and blues can find steamy  common ground. 

Of course, in MAGA world the notion of willful cuckolding and male chastity as  lifestyle choices is, no doubt, considered un-American! But that doesn't mean the likes of  Eric Trump and Tucker Carlson don't have a cock cage  shoved to the back of their sock drawers. So I would not be surprised if more than a few Trump supporters have read this blog from time to time.

Hope I am not too deeply offending them by posting the above photo of the new GOP VP candidate, a guy who claims to have grown up in humble circumstances not far from our Midwestern hometown, went onto get a couple of Ivy League degrees, make lots of venture capitol cash in sinful San Francisco and now lives in a mansion only blocks from where we lived for many years before bailing out to our SW hideaway.  He's clearly going for  phallic symbolism in brandishing the type of gun used just a few days ago to take a pot shot at his new running mate.

I'm sure he likes the thought that a lot of MAGA babes out there were wondering if what he packed in those tight jeans somehow mirrored the length and rigidity of that macho assault rifle he brandished.  My own suspicion is that guys who need to flash long guns typically come up short in their own hardware. 

No doubt  MAGA world was supposed to be so impressed by this contrived image of hyper-masculinity that it would forget he is just another one of those overeducated elitists rolling in dollars that they might otherwise despise. 

I wonder if in reality JD's lovely wife actually has a little key on a necklace around her neck that may or may not unlock a tiny pink cock cage as he barn storms the country in the days to come? 

In this photo, maybe she's explaining that she won't be back to their convention hotel suite until early morning because she'll be getting together with a certain someone with a much larger cock. "Don't wait up cucky"!  

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?

 

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: a Cuck's Post- Date Duty

 Coming home late at night from a date with one of her lovers, Mistress was often way too tired to allow her Cuck/slave to have my way with her.  But was never  too tired for my tongue.  If I did a good enough job she might unlock my cage.

More?

 As Mistress and her cuckold/slave languish in blissful retirement here at our SW hideaway, the world moves on, particularly when it comes to kink.  When we stepped into the world of female led relationships and cuckoldry way back when this blog was launched in 2009, we thought we were groundbreakers.  But now.... so much more mainstream.

Poly and cuckold lifestyles are becoming ho-hum.  Example: a recent New Yorker article titled How Did Polyamory Become So Popular? which reviews some recent books describing how widespread the phenomenon of spouses "opening up" their marriage has become.  Example:

 What are all these open couples, throuples, and polycules suddenly doing in the culture, besides one another? To some extent, art is catching up with life. Fifty-one per cent of adults younger than thirty told Pew Research, in 2023, that open marriage was “acceptable,” and twenty per cent of all Americans report experimenting with some form of non-monogamy. 

One of the books highlighted is "More", the memoir of Molly Roden WInter, a  Brooklyn wife describing she and her hubbie's sexual adventures in an open marriage while juggling jobs and parental duties.  

One passage describes how the couple  began their sexual adventures. In a huff, Molly goes for a walk  while hubby watched the kids, and stopping at a local pub.

Inside, she meets Matt, a younger man who buys her a few rounds of I.P.A.s. The description of him is generic: tall, jeans, hair. Their conversation is devoid of even the slimmest fragment of witty banter. This is a lust born of deprivation and desperation. She gives Matt her number, and by the time she’s home he’s sent her a text message, which Stewart spies. It turns out that he’s turned on. Matt becomes the couple’s marital lubricant. In bed, Stewart imagines that Matt is probably somewhere “thinking about what he wishes he’d done to you,” he tells his wife, before brushing his fingers across her panties. Roden Winter is riveted: “ ‘Fuck me’ I say, for perhaps the first time in our married life.”

That brings to mind how we stumbled upon the heat of cuckoldry here at UCTMW.  We had decided to enter into a Mistress / Slave contract and this lazy Slave searched for on-line forms to  avoid "reinventing the wheel" (a lawyer trick). One form specified the  Mistress's right to freely use her body with other partners. Of course, the slave had no such rights.  As I typed that language into the contract, there was that tell tale sign of arousal.  Turns out the thought of free lovin' also turned on Molly.  And off we went . . .

When I pointed out a review of "More" to Mistress, she quickly ordered it up on her Kindle.  Molly is a quick reader and she gave me a thumbnail review on a chair lift last week.

"We could have written that book, slave....."

"How so?"

"She had a lot of the same ups and downs we did.  Some fun along the way, but also a lot of hassle and angst....all those 'interviews' of guys who turned out to be duds. Getting 'ghosted' every now and then.  And worrying about whether the kids would find out."

"Did her kids ever find out?"

"At some point their son figured out something was going on.  The husband had to explain."

"Ouch". 

"Luckily we didn't have that problem."

That we were aware of....

Mistress's adventures occurred - for the most part - while our kids were off to college or living out of town. That was not the case for the Brooklyn Molly, as this passage from the NY Times review describes:

"Winter is at her home in Brooklyn. She has just had sex with her boyfriend while her two children sleep upstairs. Her husband, Stewart, consented to her tryst, but feeling guilty, she dashes naked into the kitchen to text him: Don’t worry, she writes, “he has nothing on you as a lover.” But instead of texting her husband, she accidentally sends the message to her boyfriend, who leaves in a huff, and later breaks up with her. Winter, devastated, begs her husband to come home to comfort her."

My Molly had several lovers share the marital bed with her, but never with our kids in residence. Way too risky. And I was usually in the house, other than those times when a lover dropped by for a  morning quickie after (or just before) her caged cuckold headed off to work.

 I reminded Molly that there was a big difference between the couple in "More", or typical polyamory, and what has gone on at UCTMW.

"Big difference.  Her husband had his own female 'side-dishes'. 

"True slave.  She seemed to resent that he was having more extracurricular fun than she was."

" I guess that's the advantage of keeping a husband  caged?"

"So true, slave. So true."

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Clean-Up in Marital Bed

 Another flashback: Brings to mind all those times when the cuck had the chance to gently salve Mistress's clean shaven folds after a long and "stressful" sleepover with one of her lovers. If I did a good job, Mistress might even unlock her work-a-day cock.

Cuckolded at the Campground

 After our frank conversation with Scott (who says he now prefers me to address him as "Sir"), Mistress excused herself to their tent to "change into something more comfortable". In her absence, Scott got even more frank with me.....

"So Mick, or 'Slave', as your wife  calls you.... you really are OK with me having my way with her?"

"Believe it or not, yes."

"You're not going to go all postal on me if we make love in that tent over there....or if she gives me the blow job she promises is in my future?"

So that's what they've been whispering about?

"She has her freedom on that front....just be gentle...unless she indicates she's looking for something more, say, forceful"

"Don't worry Slave.....I think we have an understanding about what's in or out of her limits, and while I might push them a tad, she's really the one in charge...."

"Good to know....Sir....."

Just about then Mistress emerged from their tent, hiking pants gone, wearing one of those simple Eddie Bauer travel dresses she prefers for our road trips , in a deep green, a dress that stopped at mid thigh.  Simple, but displaying those strong shapely legs to their advantage.  Of course, she still had on those sturdy hiking boots.  

"Guess I should have packed some camp shoes?", She asked us.

"Oh those will do .... ", Scott said, eyeing her admiringly. "Maybe you and I should go for a little walk while 'slave' here is getting our dinners together."

He led Mistress off in the direction of a vista point north of our campsite, arm possessively around her waist, murmuring something into her ear that produced a nervous laugh, and an exaggerated sway of her hips.

Hmmm......was there a trail quickie in their near future?

While they strolled off, I busied myself getting our little camp stove set up, and assembled the variety of freeze dried meals we had packed for our trip.  About 40 minutes later Mistress and Scott were back, guilty grins on their faces.  Mistress's hair seemed considerably more disheveled than when they had departed. 

She excused herself to the nearby campground "facilities" to "feshen up". 

Scott say down at our picnic table as I fiddled with dinner prep. 

"Does she always walk off with other men without undies, Slave?" 

"It's been known to happen...uhhh....Sir."

"I do appreciate a woman who's clean shaven.  Always tastes so much better that way....and I must say your wife is very tasty.....could get addictive."

Why was this simple conversation making my cock surge?  The pathetic plight of a cuckold I suppose.

"Chalk me up as an addict . . . Sir."

"Understood. And she has such lovely soft lips  too.....can't say I've had such a satisfying blow job in a very long time...."

Yikes.  I  hoped Mistress would share all the naughty details when (or if) we got some private time.

Mistress ambled back to the camp site, still glowing from what I surmised was an al fresco cum, or two. 

As the sun was beginning to sink over the Canyon's rim, the wind was picking up. Slave got the water boiling, pouring it into the foil packets that would reconstitute into our dinner meals.  There was more water boiled for instant coffee and tea to wash dinner down.  All of us added an extra layer to beat back the chill. 

We chatted over our meal about plans for the morning - a hike down to the bottom of the Canyon - hopefully all the way to Phantom Ranch.  It was an ambitious agenda - maybe 14 mile down and back to our camp site.  But Mistress and slave were determined to make it down to the River on this trip, and Scott, who had done it before, was game to lead the way. 

As dusk settled onto our campgrounds, Scott slid off to the facilities and Mistress and Slave had a little heart-to-heart.  

"So things got hot on your little walk, Mistress?"

"What do you think, Slave?"

"Well based on what Scott mentioned, seems he enjoyed your clean shaven folds and the attention of your lovely lips."

"Oh he spilled the beans, huh?"

"I think it was taunting."

"Only because it turns you on."

Sad, but true.

We could see Scott  headed back our way. Our private time was running out.

"So you got to handle his cock, Mistress?", I whispered.

"I did, Slave."

"And?"

"Impressive. Not quite as big as that guy from the Forest Service.  But....impressive."

"I have a feeling you may become more familiar with it tonight?"

"Seems inevitable. But remember.....no touching no matter how inspired you are by these developments. Without the cage, I guess you're on the honor system.  Can you do that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She gave me a little kiss. 

Scott was back now, sidling up to Mistress on the picnic table bench. Arm around her again. He helped himself to a kiss of his own, but this one ended up with tongue and wandering hands, laying it on a little thick for my benefit, no doubt. PDA's are just part of the cuckolder playbook I suppose.

Ultimately, they came up for air. "It's getting cold now that the sun's down. And we have a long day on the trail tomorrow.  Maybe it's time to snuggle into our sleeping bags?"

It wasn't so much as a question from Scott as a directive.....

"We don't have a handy 'do not disturb' sign for our tent, Slave", Scott smiled my way.  "But I think that's the ground rule for tonight.  Am I right, Mistress?"

"I think Mick understands that he's to behave himself in his tent tonight", raising an eyebrows in my direction. We both knew what that meant. 

"What a shame you forgot that cage.  I'd love to get a peak."

Then they said their good nights. 

I finished stowing away our food and eating supplies as Mistress and her new lover  zipped their tent flap closed.

It could be a lonely night. At least I had a warm down sleeping back to beat back the chill. 

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.....

 

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.

 

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?

Date Night for Mistress

 This is not one of those fan fiction posts!  No....this is for real.

After a long pandemic-induced draught, Mistress is actually going on a "date" tonight with a local gentleman we met via fetlife.  He in his mid-40's, tall, fit and definitely of the dominant persuasion.

We had him over for dinner earlier this week.  He was polite and respectful.  Over drinks, the conversation focused on common interests with Mistress, which involved lots of outdoor activities - from biking to hiking to downhill skiing. 

As we ate dinner, we touched a bit on our past experiences with other lovers for Molly, and mick's odd cuckold turn on.  We even mentioned that we had a "contract" that allowed Mistress to have "side dishes" of her choice. No one mentioned that slave was actually wearing a cock cage for the occasion. In time, possibly. 

Mistress was intrigued, and attracted.  But K was not pushy, asking for a hug (but nothing more) before he headed home. He told Mistress to talk it over with me before deciding whether to pursue things further.  Of course, that was Mistress's call.

And the call she made was to let K know she was ready to take "the next step".  That involves a Friday night date tonight, we Mistress flying solo over to K's house on the other side of our sleepy little town.

"But if I do that what will you do, slave?"  

"Well there's always the NBA playoffs on TV."

"Whatever you'll be doing, slave,  one thing is for sure.....you'll be back in that cage on Friday night."

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Size Matters

"So how was your evening, Mistress?"

It was Saturday morning, around 10 am or so.  Mistress had been over at her lover Jay's  home on Friday night.  I'd gotten her text at about 10 pm. She was opting to sleep over.  It was something I actually encouraged.  I didn't want her driving home late at night, possibly after a cocktail or two, and certainly when she might be  too tired to focus on her drive.

Her appearance as she strolled through the door brought back the phrase "walk of shame".  She had on the same stylish dress she had worn to work on Friday, but the perfectly applied work day make up was long gone, and the black tights were MIA.  Presumably they were tucked away in her purse or the overnight bag she had stowed in her car,  in anticipation of her night out.


"It was .... nice, slave....."

"Just 'nice'?"

"It was actually pretty hot.....sushi for dinner, then back to his house....."

"Sex?"

"Of course, sex, slave..... lots of it.....In fact, I'm pretty sore down there right now. "

"Awww, poor Mistress......"

"It's that cock, slave.....it's so big.  And he fucks so hard......and for so long....It's so . . .  intense.   But I don't think I could do that more than once a week....."

"I guess that's the advantage of having a "side-dish", Mistress.... you don't have to indulge everyday."

"No I don't .... in fact it could be at least a day or two before I'm ready for your .... more ....modest cock....  You will have to be satisfied with worship today.... sorry."

"Understood...... I guess I will have to be patient then Mistress.  I have to admit I was kind of horny thinking about what you two  were up last night. "

"Awww... poor slave....."

"and with the cage on....well I couldn't do much about it....."

She gave me a faux pitying look.

"About the cage, slave..... We've been discussing it....."

" Discussing.....You and who have been discussing it?"

"Why me and Jay, slave......He thinks it's good for you.  Makes you more devoted to me. That I spoil you by letting you out too often."

"You mean you told him about the cage?"

"Of course.  We share a lot.  Pillow talk I guess."

Cuckold Meme - Business Trip, Part III

When Mistress finally got home from her business trip,  we fell into a warm welcome home hug and deep kiss.  I was already on edge waiting for a full "read out" on the night she had spent with her boss. And the fact that my cock had been caged for more than 48 hours had left me frustrated and straining for relief.

As we broke the hug, her hand drifted down to my crotch, giving the cage a quick, teasing squeeze.

It was about then that I noticed her new jewelry - two platinum cuffs on each of her wrists.

"What's with the new bracelets, Mistress."

"He gave them to me on the plane ride home. Said they were a "bonus" for landing that big account.  He sealed them with a tiny screw driver.  Now only he can take them off."

She flashed them for a quick inspection.  Sure enough, there was no way to unfasten them without the special tool. 

"How did you react, Mistress...."

"It was kind of hot, slave.  Him fixing these on me in first class.  And he showed me the  matching  lock he bought, to seal them together, like handcuffs...."

"He did that on the plane ?"

"Yeah.... it was kind of a turn on....particularly when his land slid up under my dress...."

"Wow..... did that make you wet, Mistress?'

"What do you think.... he had me squirming and frustrated..... and there was no time for a quickie after we landed."

"Awww.... poor Mistress."

She gave me a fake sulk, lip protruding. 

"Why don't we adjourn to your chambers, Mistress and get you into something more comfortable....And maybe me out of this cage?"

All this talk about handcuffs and quickies had her "work-a-day cock" straining fruitlessly against hard steel.

"Hmmmm..... well there's one problem slave...."

"What would that be, Mistress...."

"While we were in bed last night....in that big king sized bed in his hotel suite.... he noticed the key ....on the silver chain you gave me, around my neck."

"And....?"

"And he asked me what it was......"

"And you told him? .... about my cage?"

Gulp.

"I did, slave.  You had to be there...."

"I can imagine.  So what did he say......"

"He was amused, to say the least.  About the whole cuckold thing.  And you locked up until I decided to free you....."

"No doubt."

That's when I noticed that the key was no longer on her necklace.  And began to panic.

"Uhhh.....What happened to the key?"

"He took it slave....he said it was in trade for the bracelets...."

"You mean?"

"He says he'll be the key holder for at least a few days..... and that the three of us have to talk."

"Oh shit...."

"But at least you can still worship....."

How Far Does Our Lockdown Go?

Here at the SWH we spent some time up in the snow yesterday.  The few other hikers/skiers/snowshoers we encountered were definitely locked into the "social distancing" protocols announced by our Governor -- stepping aside to leave plenty of room for others as we passed on the trail.

We were initially invited to attend a Passover Seder with a local couple. But  on further reflection, we decided that even if we had kept our distance during dinner, or even limited our visit to BYO cocktails on the veranda, it would be poor form in these times.

And, quite frankly, our own evening "COVID cocktail Hour" rituals have become very relaxing.  Last night we even skipped the evening news to enjoy warm setting-sun shine on our front porch.  We would have had to get dressed  if we had visited our friends.  But during our private cocktail hour, Mistress could simply slide into a slinky nightie, sans undies.  And while I tried to read a book for a while, her leg show was pretty distracting. And those breasts peeking out were distracting too!

Yesterday, one of our readers asked how far this whole lockdown thing goes for this pampered house slave?  "Mick, did you pack a cage for this trip", he asked.

Well my Moto since Scouring days has always been "Be Prepared".  So, Yes, there is a cage in my backpack.  Just in case.  But Mistress has been pretty indulgent lately. So caging has not been required other than we she has some cuckolding going on, or she goes out of town for some reason.  And neither eventuality has come up in recent months.

But I am fully equipped, just in case!

Spanking?

An anonymous reader left a comment yesterday and asked a question.  And since the "reply" function doesn't seem to be working as it should, I suppose this is the best way to respond. So consider this a follow up answer to a follow up question.

The comment came from a Dominant wife who said that she and her husband have been fantasizing about the possibility of her hypothetical Bull / Dom administering a bare bottom spanking to her hubby.  She wanted to know if we've talked about this in the Collins household.

Quite frankly, it's not something that's come up. I guess we still are focused on achieving Cuckold Level I.  Being spanked my Mistress's lover sounds like a post-grad course taken in Cuckold Level II. 

But it did open up some thoughts on what might be part of  the escalating humiliation of the cuckold husband in an evolving relationship involving a wife's dominant Bull lover.  

We've discussed or fantasized about:

• Mistress "pegging" her slave as her lover observes and eggs her on.
• Mistress using her riding crop on slave as her lover observes.
• Mistress being required to turn the key of slave's cock cage over to her lover.
• Mistress taking her lover's direction on when and how she can have sexual relations with her slave / husband.
• Mistress also being required to wear some sort of chastity device.

Obviously, these are variations on the cuckold theme that could be added on to the menu as a relationship escalates. 

As always, thanks for your comments and questions!

Full Disclosure (Not).

Mistress and slave survived our appointment with our tag team therapists yesterday, but in the process almost lost the poker faces that we have been using to filter out some of the juicier aspects of our mutual "story".

In response to gentle questioning from the female therapist, Mistress conceded that she was "doing better" because her husband was doing "some things" that were demonstrating he is more focused on her,  and not on some menacing "third party". But when pressed on how my conduct has changed, Mistress had trouble being specific.....

"That's good to hear....but try to  be more specific about what Mick is doing that you appreciate so he can keep doing them?"

"Hmmm...... well ......".

After some hemming and hawing, Mistress finally came up with something lame, like I let her pick the movie we saw on Friday night.

Of course, there have been other things she could have mentioned.

"He sends me pictures via text message....."

But that would have led to a follow up:

"What sort of pictures, Molly?"

"Ohh.... pictures of his sad little cock locked up in his cage."

Or she might have mentioned the multiple orgasms Mistress enjoyed that morning as slave spent more time than usual at her command,  licking and sucking on those juicy, clean shaven folds.

Or my willing submission to that stingy riding crop she has used most days to remind me of the errors of my past ways.

After we left our session (which may be our last), we had a mutual laugh at their expense.

"Do you think they are a little suspicious about our miraculous progress, Mistress?"

"I'm not sure slave..... but I was afraid you were going to start laughing.... or talking about how sore your pathetic ass is."

I mentioned that it was odd the male therapist asked me if I was unusually "tired today".  Apparently there was something about my body language that he thought was different. I was tempted to tell him that I was slouching on their couch because my cage was pinching my tender cock and I was just trying to get more comfortable.

If we can share a chuckle over our seemingly clueless therapists, I suppose we are making progress.

"

Reunion Sex? Or Enforced Abstinence?

Slave's been visiting my mid-30's daughter in the Big Apple these last 48 hours. It's been good to see her and my earnest son-in-law, and to enjoy some theatre with her.  And yet.....I'm longing to return to boring old River City to rejoin Mistress.

She's been passing the time there with friends, and, last night, the Dowager Domme (her mother). And while she's still justifiably pissed with me, she's been lenient as well.

"You don't have to wear the cage when you're visiting your daughter, slave.  But no touching!"

"No problem, Mistress. I am replenishing my natural juices and awaiting my chance to have reunion sex with you....."

"If you're lucky....."

"Understood, Mistress."

"But I do want you in the cage when you get home....."

"Yes, Mistress....."

On the other hand, she has not been completely orgasm free in my absence.

First, she reported some flirting with some local artists at a gallery opening on Friday night.

"I think they wanted me slave, but I was with a friend, and not quite ready for that sort of thing."

But Saturday morning?

"I used the Magic Wand, slave..... I was due......"

"What were you thinking about, Mistress?


"Not you, slave.... actually some woman on woman action......"

Hmmm..... there's a twist. Hopefully she's not giving ip on cocks alltogher.

I may not get out of that cage tonight after all.

Caged And Missing Mistress

Slave is safely caged and languishing in a hotel room on our nation's capitol tonight, longing for Mistress's embrace. Sadly,  Mistress is back home, still pissed (and properly so) about my indiscretions.  I am waiting for her good night call, after she spent an evening with an old high school friend, quaffing Margaritas.

We remain on the road to recovery (I hope) though I have a lingering fear that I may find the locks changed when I return to River City on Sunday after a visit with my daughter.

And yet.... before leaving town we had a few more days of very hot reconciliation sex, draining the swamp that represents my dwindling supply of an old guy's "natural juices" reserve.  At least this brief separation will allow a period of rejuvenation.

Part of the "hotness" included furtive mutterings about how she should be on the lookout for a more robust cock, that would allow her to keep me caged on a long term basis, while still fulfilling her own "needs".

One thing we did earlier this week is meet with a a tag team of therapists (one male, one female) who can help us work through Mistress's concerns about her slave's fidelity.  It was our first session, a sort of "getting to know you" discussion about our history together and the problem that cropped up in recent weeks.  But Mistress and I have privately discussed how far our "full disclosure" should go....

"So should I tell them I'm wearing a cock cage, Mistress?"

"Why is that relevant, slave?  Let's not lose focus!"

"What about the whole cuckolding thing?"

"I don't think we need to go there just yet, slave....."

Of course, she's right.  If we "open the kimono" that far, the two therapists will be so focused on selling the movie rights to our tawdry story that they will be no help at all to us!

It's a shame we can't find some therapists with more of a "kink friendly" bent. Any rcommendations, dear readers?

At the very least, I'm counting on our Western Correspondent to prescribe something more practical to help Mistress get her slave back in line. (or at least get her off while I am out of town).

But here's the good news: Mistress has allowed me to remove the cage overnight, as long as I put it back on in the AM.

"But no masturbation, slave....."

That is clearly not a problem.