Day of Denial

Mistress must have been listening to all of you whiners about her slave not spending enough time in his cage. Monday - a day when I could not ride my bike to work - she insisted that I had gotten off the hook a little too often.

"No excuses today, slave...."

"Yes, Mistress."

The worst part was that she had one of those very early morning meetings, which meant slave went into lock down under less than optimal circumstances - there had been no discharge of those manly bodily fluids since Sunday morning.

I had to self lock on Monday morning, since Mistress was already gone to her meeting. my balls were particularly un-cooperative as I attempted to wiggle and smush them through the hard steel ring. Maybe I should have opted for the plastic CB brand lock, which has its own shortcomings - those moving parts that tend to pinch flesh and snag pubic hair at inopportune times. I always wonder if folks ask themselves "what's Mick squirming and fidgeting about" when that happens.

In any event, it wasn't like I was on the "honor system". Mistress was stopping by at the end of the day to join me at an early evening political event. That meant She could verify that her slave was securely locked down, which she did when she arrived at my office at around 5:30 pm.

Of course with Mistress in my office, it would have been negligent not to offer her the chance for some sexual relief - it had been since Sunday evening that I had the chance to pleasure her at home.  She seemed content after I finished my job, kneeling before her as she stroked my head in satisfaction. But the fresh taste of her sweet juices on my tongue, lips and face made slave a little uncomfortable, as my restrained cock jerked and shuddered in frustration against that hard steel confinement. Mistress may have noticed my discomfort.

"Awww.... poor slave... all locked away....."

We walked over to a local bar for the political reception, and spent an hour hob knobbing with old friends and hangers on.  I doubt any of them suspected that the gentlemen in the blue suit with the hottest babe there was in a steel cock cage.

At one point I was talking to one group and Mistress was in another,next to the bar. I noticed a tall, slender African American man, probably in his 40's,  approach Mistress and give her a hug, whisper in her ear, and then move to the other side of the room.

Hmmm.... no one I recognized. On our way back to our cars I asked Mistress who the guy was who gave her that hug.

"I have no idea slave.....he just walked up, gave me a hug and  and said "you sure look sexy...."

She didn't seem to mind at all.

We stopped at a local BBQ joint for an al fresco dinner before sunset, extending my time on lock down.  At home around 8:30 pm, Mistress finally allowed me to pop off that steel contraption and let the family jewels loose.

Ahhhhh.

Sadly, we were both a little too tired for a sexual nightcap. It wasn't until Tuesday morning that slave finally got to break that long tortuous  48 hours of denial.  And we did it in good style, with some exuberant cock riding by Mistress as a prelude for slave's own release.

Sometimes the wait is worth it.

Mistress's Afternoon Diversion

The good thing about running your own business, as Mistress does, is that you can engineer a little free time in the middle of the afternoon when the stars align with a desirable side-dish.

So it was yesterday afternoon.

Slave was safely tucked away at work, all locked up in his cock cage.  Mistress checked in around lunch time, reporting that K, her occasional lover, was stopping by for an hour or two around 1:30 pm.

I heard back from her again as I was on the way to my dental appointment.

"Here I am, slave.... had a very nice time with K. Now he's off to an office holiday party."

Looking forward to Mistress's account of her afternoon, I suffered through a somewhat painful cleaning. (Does anyone hate that electronic scaler as much as I do, as it pinches at tender gums and nerves?  It could be a classic torture device if applied to more sensitive body parts! ) Don't worry Terry, unlike my leather pants wearing dermatologist, the older lady who cleans my teeth was unlikely to provoke any reaction from my caged cock.

Back at the house by around 6 pm, I found Mistress in recovery mode in our bed. She was happy to peal back her black tights for some oral worship, allowing her slave to savor the mingled tastes of Mistress's natural fluids and the remnants left behind by K.

"It was pretty hot slave....K gets down to business....it was pretty much up the stairs, strip off my clothes and get to it...."

"And so what sort of sex was it, Mistress?"

"K likes lots of different positions, slave.....from behind, me on top, him on top....and he spent a lot of time with his mouth on me, slave....."

K also has a habit of leaving a little of himself behind in our bedroom.

"Sorry slave.... there's another K stain on our comforter today....."

Oops.

It turned out that they did it twice in the 90 minutes or so they spent in bed together.  Not bad for a guy in his 40's.

Later I made us some dinner and we settled into watching a movie on TV. It was then I realized something odd.

"You never took my cage off, Mistress."

Mistress giggled a bit.

"Hmmmm..... I think you're getting used to it slave....maybe we need to keep it on you a lot longer."

I suppose I had gotten used to it yesterday.  But Mistress was kind enough to pop it off me before bed time.

So I'm back to "pampered" status.

Phew.

With Her Slave Locked Away, Mistress Will .....

Thursday started like any other day here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Blog written.

Blog read by Mistress while being worshiped.

Wake-up sex.

Slave into his cage and Mistress closing the lock.

Slave off to work, while Mistress works from her home office.

But then.... I was "slaving away" at the office when I got a text from Mistress.

"Lunch with K, slave..... he's coming here...."

Hmmmm.... this required a follow up phone call. Mistress explained that her lunch appointment canceled, so on a flier she texted K (her side-side dish) and asked if he wanted to meet for lunch at the restaurant they've been a few times.  Further texting ensued....

K: Is your daughter working today?

M: Yes.

K: Why don't I come to your house?

M: Really?

K: I've got a hard cock for you.

While it had been a while (maybe 6 months) since they had "hooked up", Mistress was clearly intrigued.  Not one to shirk a hard cock, the answer, of course, was "Why not?".

Slave went back to work, attending a lunch meeting at my office, but my cage seemed a little tighter than usual as I downed the catered eggplant parmesan and tried to pay attention to my blathering colleagues.  The fate of a  cuckold husband is to imagine the things happening in the marital bed when his wife is entertaining a lover. And I have a very vivid imagination.

Turns out, what happened was even beyond the imaginings of my in-the-gutter brain.  Here is a brief summary of Mistress's after action report, served up in our bed Thursday evening, after Mistress woke from her much needed nap.

"When I opened the door, he just pushed me against the wall, slave.... and kissed me, his hands going where you might expect....I was a little worried that the neighbors might see...."

Hmmm.... hands all over her?  I was imagining Mistress had some work-a-day jeans on.... or maybe her bike riding clothes....

"So what were you wearing Mistress?"

"That little black nightie I lie around the house sometimes when you're here slave.... I figured after I took my shower, knowing K was coming over, well why get all dressed up...."

Why indeed.

"Was that hot, Mistress.... him pushing you against the wall....very dominant...."

"Of course, slave... He said I looked incredibly hot...."

Mistress does like a complement. But then K's observation was dead on.

"And then?"

"Then he told me to walk up the stairs in front of him, so he could fondle me on the way to our bedroom....'

"Like with his hand between your legs, Mistress?"

"That's right, slave."

I couldn't help but imagine how wet Mistress must have been, after K's 'surprise attack" at the door, then his fingers probing those clean shaven folds as she was hustled up the stairs.


"And then?"


"Well then I was in our bedroom, him stripping for me, then me sucking that cock, slave...he really likes that...."

"No doubt."

"There was cock riding, and more conventional fucking.... he stayed for about an hour and a half.. We did it three times in all....."

"Huh . . . are you saying he came three times while he was here?"

"That's right, slave. He is kind of amazing. Very fit...."

That is a jaw dropper. K is about 8 years younger than Mistress, a very macho hockey player type.... but how many of us, even in our 30's could do it 3 times in 90 minutes?  Not this humble and pampered house slave.

No wonder Mistress was tuckered out by the time I got home.

But she did let me worship, adding one more cum as a nightcap after her rather busy day. And K's lunch time "hat trick" left a compelling and complex aftertaste to Mistress's lush, well exercised folds.

It made for a sweet and savory nightcap for me too.

Exit Strategy?

It's been a somewhat tumultuous week here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Slave has been involved in a bit of a political uprising in town. Mistress got some nasty text messages from an angry operative as a result of my "acting out". She was not pleased, and for good reasons. My loud mouth had given her unnecessary grief.

"Maybe I should just head out to our SW hideaway for a few weeks slave, until all this stuff passes."

Who could blame her. But I sure hope she sticks around. I would miss her terribly. Plus, She might put me in the cage and take the key with her for the duration.

Some of our readers will be pleased to learn that  I was in my cage all day Tuesday when this happened, actually until around 10 pm, because my older daughter was over to watch the big "debate". But I have been  uncaged since Tuesday night,  because I biked to work. (At least the incentive of going cageless is good for my fitness!)

Wednesday evening our daughter was away, and with an empty nest, Mistress was free to "lower the boom". Or, in this case, what she lowered onto my ass, with a snap of her wrist ,was that nasty long wooden back scratcher that has become her preferred punishment tool .

"You're getting ten, slave...."

And I did.

Ouch.

Afterwards, slave made amends with some attentive devotion to those alluring clean shaven folds.  Hopefully I have atoned, and will pay closer attention to Mistress's warning that I more judiciously wag my tongue in the next few weeks.

Well if my tongue is  wagging, we all know where it should be, right?

In the meantime, Mistress wondered if we should pull down the blog, as an extra security measure, just in case our political foes start poling around for dirt.

We are holding off on that for now, but don't be surprised if we go "on the lam" sometime soon, at least for a while, until the coast is somewhat clearer.

Tights Season Has an Inauspicious Start

Mistress and slave had a pretty laid back weekend here in River City. There was that raucous night of domestic discipline and ass fucking Friday night. More wake-up sex on Saturday, and then even more sex here Saturday afternoon.

Cold and gloom had descended on our town, with the thermometer stuck in the 40's. It meant there was no excuse but to huddle in bed and let nature take its course.

Sunday was a little busier. After deploying Mistress's favorite power tool as a prelude to our morning sex, Slave spent the afternoon watching the now 4-0 Pussycats send the Chiefs back to the reservation.  (I do miss our old blogger compadre Suzanne when football season kicks in, since Mistress is hardly a sports fan!) Mistress spent some time with her Mother and sister who was in town this weekend.

Back at home at around 5:30, we were back in bed, and Mistress enjoyed a little more worship before we paged through the Times.

Mistress pointed out this article on the history of stockings and pantyhose in yesterday's magazine: The Politics of Pantyhose.  The gist is that the workplace expectation that women wear hose to cover their lovely stems is some hideous form of male repression. The trend is to leave them in the drawer, gathering lint. On the other hand, bare legs, even in the cold of winter are a "power move" by those women who have the legs (like Mistress) which can pull that off. If not, I guess you go with Hillary Clinton-esque popsicle colored pants suits?

In any event, this leaves a pampered if pathetic slave, with a tights fetish that goes back to middle school,  drooling over memories when all those "oppressed" women would show up on the street in their tights and hose once summer turned to fall. A gawker's delight! It's clear those times have passed.

I guess I am just stuck with football!

Another thing I am stuck with - based on popular demand apparently - is my cock cage.  My body is a little stiff from a lot of bike riding yesterday (to and from the game), so I'll be driving to work. And under Mistress's newly enforced rules, it's a cage day. I've already got that solid steel ring in place.

Are you happy, rabble?

Free Range Slave

Slave made it out to our SW hideaway after a long travel day. It's nice to be where the air is so much fresher and cooler, and away from my office for a while, though it's odd to be here without Mistress.  The patio needed to be weed whacked upon my arrival. And while it is now more pristine, it won't be the same without my Mistress there requiring me to apply ample sun screen.

And of course, there's no one here for our other important daily rituals.  "Milkings" are getting a little old, truth be told. It's much more fun when I have to ask Mistress permission before being allowed to cum. And if I've earned it by giving her 2 or 3 first.

I did hear briefly from her yesterday, right about 5 pm mountain time that tell tale chirp from my I phone notified me that she was on line.

Unfortunately, the viber voice signal was unreliable, so re reverted to text messaging. She was on the island where Paul Gauguin painted all those bare breasted island babes.  No doubt Mistress is tempted to take her bikini top off too, but she's got the Dowager Domme and our cute graduate keeping an eye on her.

She mentioned that in addition to the French guy, David, (about my age) there are two other prospects flirting with her:

"Guy from UK who is traveling all over the South Pacific solo. My age."

Then there is a 40 ish Hawaiian who seems to have caught Mistress's attention.

"He's on the faculty at the University of Hawaii. An anthropologist. He's doing the lectures on natice culture.  He's very hot, slave."

"You seem to have an abundance of choices, Mistress."

"Yes, slave. The flirtations continue. Maybe it's my age. But they all just keep following me around...."

Well maybe it's her age.  But I suspect it's more her inherent potency. Plus, bunking with her Mom, she's gone without a good cum for a whole week now.  The pent up demand probably has her oozing pheremones.

I almost feel sorry for those guys on the boat with her.

As for me, my protocol is the wear the cage when I venture out at night. Although I don't think there is much risk of me being taken down my some predatory Mistress here in our little town on the high desert.   Last night I went to a local sports bar to catch the Cavs v. Warriors game. The only lady who chatted me up was covered in tatoos and was convinced I was some guy named Rick who had been a dick to her the day before. Fortunately I convinced her she had me confused with some other dick, or I would have been wearing her Mojito.

I guess it's time for me to do a photo shoot for Mistress, and then get back to the weed whacking.

Snow Day or Cage Day?

With our long holiday over, Mistress and Slave are slowly getting back into a kinkier groove, though there are some impediments on the horizon.

For one: today's 2-3 inches of snow may throw a wrench into some plans Mistress had with her lover Jay.

Last night, when I noticed some extra grocery items in the fridge - in particular a package of smoked salmon - she said she had picked it up for some lunch at Jay's house today (Tuesday). Obviously, that would not be the only "tasty" thing on the lunch time menu, if I know Mistress.  She even made it clear that it would be a cage day for me, while she was enjoying some time with her lover.

But as snow became more likely, the text traffic between her and Jay suggested a problem.

"If school's cancelled, his son will be home, and our lunch will be off, Slave."

You could tell she as a little let down.

After all, it's been a while since she's partaken of Jay's more athletic sexual stylings. There is an itch that needs to be scratched, and hard as I might try (or get), her slave is not the one to scratch it.

Another problem is that our younger cute Co-Ed is headed back tomorrow from her overseas "studies". So our empty nest window will be sliding closed for about 2 weeks before she heads back to the eat coast for her next semester.  This presents a problem for Mistress getting together with her "back bench" lover, K.

"K got in touch yesterday Slave..... he says he really wants to see me, but I told him it would be a problem for him to stop by for a while because (our daughter) will be here....."

"Oops.  I guess he should have struck while the nest was empty, Mistress...."

"He wanted to know if we couldn't get her to leave the house for a while someday, so he could pop over at lunch time...., but I told him that might be hard to arrange, or make sure that she didn't show up earlier than planned...."

I suppose this could be another cuck/slave duty.... make sure that our daughter is out of the house long enough for Mom to have some hot sex with a back-up lover?

A long Daddy daughter lunch?

Take her to a matinee?

Take your daughter to work day?

I guess we'll have to think about how to pull this off.

A Slave/Cuck's job is never done, is it?

Mistress Starts Her Weekend Early

We've finagled another empty nest weekend here at the UCTMW World HQ - one daughter is off to the WIndy City, and another is visiting a friend on the East Coast. So Mistress and her devoted Slave have a few lovely days without our nosy brood in our faces, dampening our fun.

That gave us some space for some long and boisterous fucking in Thursday night, and gave Mistress the freedom for a little "sidedish" action mid-morning in Friday.

"My new old friend got in touch this week, Slave.... he's coming over Friday after my breakfast meeting."

This is a gentleman caller from Mistress's not too distant past. They've been in touch of late and she was able to pencil him into her dance card with the Mistresses in training away for the weekend.

Slave was off at work, but certainly wondering how Mistress's mid-morning tryst was going. I heard from her at around 12:30 pm, before I headed to lunch with a client.

"Well Slave, he's gone now....."

"How was it Mistress?"

"Very nice, Slave.... he wanted to know how I could have the breasts of a 24 yr. old...."

"Of course you do.... but what did you tell him?"

"It must be my swimming.... keeps those muscles strong...."

"Did he play with them, Mistress?"

"Yes.... he seems to love them.... but he also was wondering about you..... whether you had the cage on today....."

"Oops...."

"You should have asked, Slave..... "

You see, this gentleman caller had discovered the blog a few months back, and he's taken an interest in our rather unusual arrangement here.

"He's getting off on this whole cuckold thing, Slave.... he likes the idea that you know he's fucking your wife, and that it actually turns you on...."

I had to cut the debrief short for my lunch meeting, but we resumed back in the Executive Suite at the end of the workday.... both of us naked and between the sheets.  As I savored Mistress's well exercised clean shaven folds, she filled in some more detail about her morning with her lover, who is about 20 years younger than her Slave.

'So how did things unfold, Mistress...."

"I was waiting for him downstairs, had changed into one of my black nighties... no undies of course...."

Her hips were shifting against my devoted lips and tongue as she spun the tale.

"He came in the side door ... and immediately pushed me against the wall and started kissing me Slave.... his hand sliding down,  checking to see if I was already wet...."

"And were you, Mistress?"

"What do you think.....?"

She went on to describe how they came up to our bed....how he unzipped and had her suck his thickening cock.... then bent her over the bed and fucked her from behind.

"Sounds very Dom, Mistress.... did you like that?"

"Of course I did.... you know how I like to be dominated....it was all very ....athletic....quite a few different positions before we were done."

By now Mistress had cum in response to her Slave's tender ministrations, and I had entered her from above.... our sex wasn't the athletic type. I figured she had been fully utilized already today, so I took it slow and gentle, getting permission before I came, of course.

It was a very nice start to what should be a good weekend.