"Fury" Goes Rogue?

I saw this posted anonymously on Tumblr today. (I must say I've been having fun with our UCTMW Tumblr Page lately - check it out).

I'm wondering if our friend "Fury" has decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

Sorority Moms Gone Wild

Mistress and her devoted slave are up here outside our daughter's college town, staying at an old State Park lodge. We ended up with a rather plush room looking out onto a gray lake under gray skies. Not exactly the Sangre de Christo Mountains where we started our Sunday a week ago, but then you can't have it all can you?

My job yesterday was to ferry Mistress and our daughter to a Mother / daughter sorority event, come back to our room and chill, and then pick them up around 8 pm for dinner. Back at our room, I was able to catch the final sad moments of my alma mater's basketball loss to Suzanne's alma mater. The final score made the game seem closer than it really was.

Fortunately, I did not bite on the last minute bet Suzanne proposed.

It involved some "cage free" time for Tammy if my team won, to be traded for some additional time in the cage for me if Suzanne's team won.

Now as much as I am a leader of the "Tammy Liberation Movement", I am no fool. I knew that Suzanne's team had won 24 games in a row at home. While my lads had beaten them at home earlier in the season, I figured there were very long odds against a season sweep on Suzanne's  home court.

Plus I was not sure how Mistress would react if, when she had a hankering to ride her work-a-day cock, I had to explain it was locked away for the next few days under terms of a bet I'd negotiated with Suzanne without her clearance.

There'd be "some 'splainin to do", as Ricky Ricardo might put it.

Of course, if our teams should meet in the Conference tournament, maybe the three of us can work something out.

Around 8 pm, I collected Mistress and our daughter at the dorm and we headed off to dinner - the three of us and another girl. But we were turned away at a local sushi joint, flooded with Co-Eds and their Moms up for various sorority affairs.

It gave me a chance to size up the other Mothers, and hear Mistress's eyebrow arched commentary.

Sure enough, lots of big haired, fake blonde college girl wannabes, all tarted up, anxious to show their daughters' friends and the other moms that they can still suck down jello shots like they did in their "glory days".

They made the ND alum at a campus bar before a big football game seem low key by comparison.

In contrast, Mistress was dressed more elegant than preppy. But what was not obvious?  She had worn her special "peek-a-boo" tights to make for a better worship opportunity when we got back to our room.

Nor do I suspect that the other Moms were getting sext messages during their dinners from a 40 year old, very buff local wanting Mistress to drop by after dinner so he could "suck on those beautiful, full nipples."

As it turned out, I was the lucky one. Mistress turned down D's invitation to "stop by" his nearby apartment so we could get back to our "lake view suite". It came with one of those over sized tubs where we had a long soak after Mistress finally got the worship she so clearly deserved.

Then we adjourned to out bed, where Mistress rode the (fortunately for both of us) uncaged cock that had been waiting so patiently for her through the afternoon. So while the other sorority moms were getting sloppy drunk at the sleazy college bars last night, Mistress was scoring a few more cums.

We've not much to do here until our 6 pm birthday dinner for our daughter.  I suspect we won't get bored.

Mistress Does the "Walk of Shame"

As it turned out, Mistress ended up spending the night with Nic at his downtown hotel on Tuesday evening, while Slave languished back at the UCTMW World HQ, alone in her Executive Suite bed, scrupulously following her "no touch" edict.

At around 8 pm, She gave me a heads up that she would be "out" for the night via text message, and even gave me a call from the room when Nic stepped out to collect them some dinner.

(Yes, I won that hypothetical wager that there would be pre-dinner sex, knowing that as a red blooded would be Dom, it would be impossible for Nic to resist Mistress as appetizer).

Mistress had let me know where I could find the key to the cage when I got home, allowing me some freedom at night. But I was under strict orders to re-cage in the morning.

As it turned out, that was particularly frustrating.  Because bfore heading to her office, Mistress walked the two blocks from the hotel to my office, making sure her over night bag was tucked into her car in the basement garage there.

"I was a little worried that someone we know might see me in the lobby Slave.... how would I explain over-nighting in a hotel just a few miles from our house?"

"An early meeting, Mistress?"

Maybe.... and just to be clear, this is a change of clothes!", referencing her outfit.

Sadly,  to me one black dress with black boots looks pretty much like another, but I took her word for it, as I was sliding her "throne" against the door for some 8:45 am worship.

"Strange coming to see you in the morning, Slave, after getting out of bed with someone else.... it's like we are the ones having the affair!"

True, it did feel like old times. And Mistress's folds (which were not clean shaven back in the 80's) tasted every bit as luscious yesterday morning after her marathon with Nic.

I only got a brief summary of their activities before walking her back to her car at the hotel.

"Four times, Slave. Before dinner. then after. Then in the middle of the night. Then again this morning.  He's got quite a sex drive."

"Butthen he's met his match, Mistress...."

Last evening, back at home, Mistress came in talking on our I - phone to  R, the neighbor who was a blog reader and figured out last fall that   "Molly and Mick" lived just down the street. Of course, he had been reading here about Mistress's new beau, and apparently could not wait patiently for an update when your editor got around to posting it today.

"I'm exhausted R..... all that sex.... and my nipples and breasts hurt!"

Poor dear. She says Nic has a fetich about squeezing and biting those sensitive little nubs. Who needs clothespins?

After a bike ride at dusk on a surprisingly balmy evening, Slave finally got to do a more detailed debriefing, while also getting the release I had been awaiting for nearly two days!

It seems that Nic does enjoy playing the Dom role, which had Mistress both excited and a little anxious.

"He's a little dark, and very directive, Slave.... a bit like Micky Rourke in 9 1/2 Weeks.... he knows what he wants."

"Sounds hot, Mistress. But.... "

"Oh... it's definitely hot.... he knows what he's doing.... but he clearly wants to get inside my head....and I'm not sure I want to really go there."

I had a little trouble understanding what she was getting at, but I tried to reassure.

"Maybe you just think of it as a chance to give up control every now and then, knowing that whatever happens you have your devoted husband here as your safety net."

Intriguing, huh?  He does live out of town, so this may be more like a once every month or so thing.  Maybe we can get Mistress to share a little more here in the days to come as she "processes' this experience.

Who's Abstaining Now?

Mistress and Slave recently met for lunch down by our River - she likes this designer frozen yogurt place with all the toppings and a scale to calculate your outrageous tab- and we sat by a new fountain that got Mistress's mind going in a smutty direction.

"Hmmmm....very phallic,  Slave.... I like the image of all those spurting cocks."

"Spurting on your command, Mistress?"

"Exactly."

And while she sometimes claims she's not much of a Domme, I think she does get off on exercising her "powers" over her two men.

It seems she still gets off on the thought of her Slave in his cage, particularly on those days when she is stepping out with J.  It's not just a security thing, is it? It may have something to do with knowing that I will do that for her, and she can tease me about it through the day with her phone calls or text messages.  I hope that every now and then she has an image of me in that cage as she's playing with her other cock du jour.

And I am beginning to think she's enjoying tormenting J just a little too.

Keep in mind that J did not find Mistress through any kinkster route. Although he's read the blog from time to time, he seems to avoid it. I suspect he thinks we are a little crazy, expressing to Mistress that he can't figure why "her Slave" would ever share her with anyone else. Of course, we all have different wiring, don't we?

But he reportedly got off on the idea of Mistress riding his cock while he was tied to his bed that time.

Somehow I doubt that either he or Mistress would want to go for the cock cage routine in their relationship, that Suzanne suggested in her comments yesterday.  But it does seem that Mistress enjoys imposing a little denial on him, just because she can.

The other night she refused to take off her dress, or give him access to the nipples he so admires.

"I think he was a little frustrated by that, Slave."

Yesterday, both of us had pretty nasty work days. The type that  had us thinking "why the fuck do we keep doing this...."  Mistress had planned to come home after a meeting, but then let me know that she needed some serious exercise to exorcise those work demons. She was heading to J's house, where her bike was,  for a long ride.

"Go for it, Mistress...."

Ultimately she got home at around 10:30 pm. No problem from my point of view. I used the evening to do some exorcising of my own: reading the paper, watching the news and drinking some wine.

But I was curious about how things had gone.

"No sex Slave..... I think he wanted to make time for some, but I made it clear I was there to ride bikes .... otherwise I was heading home."

"And how did he take that, Mistress?"

"He accepted my verdict, Slave...."

She said that with a cruel little Dommish smile.

As far as I can tell, Mistress has yet to regulate J's extra-curricular cums, but maybe that's where we are heading.  I have a feeling he will be particularly anxious to see her when I drop her off there tonight for a sleep over, after a civic dinner we will be attending.

Guess I had better get my "action" in this morning, while I have the chance.