Mistress's "Punishment"

 Mistress and her Cuckold / Slave  got back to our SW Hideaway yesterday at mid-day.  While it was nice to host our youngest for 10 days, we were more than ready to get back to "normal" life, including the right to engage in our sexual rituals without fear of embarrassing ourselves or our little darling. 

As we drove home, Mistress received a text from the Boss directing her to post her personal reflections on the events of Monday afternoon, including her "punishment".  But Mistress (believe it or not) is a little gun-shy about exposing her personal feelings on the blog.  That's why it's always fallen to her Slave to "tell the story".  So, risking her further discipline from the Boss, it's fallen to me to fill in the blanks, after fully interrogating Mistress at the point of my tongue.  Consider this an "oral history" that was surrendered in our drive home with some details filled in during the throes of oral ministrations  on Tuesday morning and afternoon.  Mistress was still cloaked in her peek-aboo tights!

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Where we left off....

Mistress and the Boss disappeared into the recesses of  the darkened parking garage, heading toward his black SUV.  Slave slid into the driver's seat to wait.  About 15 minutes later the passenger side door opened, Mistress climbed aboard with the Boss looking over her shoulder at me....."Have a safe ride home, Cuckold".  He then leaned in and gave Mistress what was a lingering kiss on her generous lips, one that she returned with a little embarrassed enthusiasm.  After all, she's not used to kissing another guy in my presence.

She buckled up, the Boss waved goodbye, and we headed out of the garage.  In my mind there were two issues: what happened?  and where was that fucking key?

Over the next 24 hours, and with a little badgering from me, Mistress "came clean" about her private conference with the Boss.  Here's the download:

"So what happened Mistress....?"

"First, he spanked me, Slave...."

In his car?"

"In the backseat....."

"Over his lap?"

Yes.....he pulled me over his lap, held me down and pulled up my dress...."

"Through your tights?"

"That's right.....and it actually HURT, Slave.   He was mad I was laughing at first. But...

"So hard he stopped you laughing?"

"Yes......"

"Is your bottom still sore?"

"No.....it's OK now.  But he made his point."

"Did that turn you on.... the spanking?"

".......it was hot. He didn't hold back.  I was squiriming in his lap, but he said he could smell my arousal....  With those tights on, he could just reach in there between his spanks.  So he knew I was turned on and horny."

"What happened after that?"

"He pinched my nipples....making me squirm some more...."

"Through your dress?"

"Yes, Slave.... through my dress.  That hurt too, but not too much...."

"And then?"

"He fingered me....made me come....made me ask permission to come...."

'Awww.....poor Mistress....."

"He also says I can't cum again until tomorrow morning...."

"And you agreed to that sort of control?"

"I did Slave.....he can be VERY persuasive....."

Having gone through Mistress's experience, I had to ask my next question...."

"What about the Key, Mistress.... did he give it back?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out in due time, Slave......Now why not pay attention to your driving....."

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.

 

Mistress Risks the Consequences

 Here in our little mountain town we've enjoyed a couple of days of heavy snow, a nice gift to our snowboarding daughter. But that did not interfere with our private V-Day celebration before heading for the slopes. As anticipated, Mistress (slut?) defied the Boss's "no worship" directive and her Cuckold was rewarded for his service with his own "happy ending".  While there may be "consequences" for such defiance, I sure can't complain.   

The Boss's response to the news of his Slut's defiance came in a comment to yesterday's post:

Molly:
Your risking another punishment for WHINING
For crying out loud 
You’ve had your worship every morning for 30 years!
Suck it up buttercup:)
Lippyness and Uppityness are bad enough 
But Whining? 
Besides 
It’s making me hot to think of my hot little friend skiing with a tingling pussy:)
And what better day than Valentine’s Day for the Boss to assert his authority?
Now Molly make the following entry in your Sluts Infractions book
1) Whining 
2) Sentenced: 10 strokes and 4 hours in the double donged harness
It is so ordered

The Boss

Hmmm....these penalties are mounting.

Truth be told, the thought of Mistress being dominated by a  demanding "Bull" is a hot button for both of us, as our readers would learn by delving back into the UCTMW archives.  (Google informs that there are more than 2000 posts).  The Boss's evolution from blog fan-boy to Western Correspondent to his current "supervisory" role can be traced by simply searching for WC references. If "content is king" in the current media landscape, then we have plenty to purvey.  Here's a sample from about 5 years ago:

I can tell you it was a lot easier to keep the blog running when there were suckers willing to contribute content for little more than an occasional pat on the back -- or in the Boss's case, the privilege of  coaxing  cums from Mistress  in private phone sessions.  Of course, in those days Mistress and the Cuckold were back in the heartland and the Boss was here in the Mountain West. And all of us were fully employed.  So it was a very long distance relationship, if you can even call it that. Now we have more time on our hands and live (comparatively) closer at hand.  Is it now  more likely that the Boss and his "Slut" will graduate from phone  sex to something more "hands on"?  Only time will tell.  But the photos the Boss has been sharing since our lunch together last week suggest he has aspirations for something more:

As for the Cuckold, Mistress knows I encourage whatever mischief Mistress might wade into with the Boss or anyone else she might fancy.  The following illustration sums it up:

Happy Valentine's Day!

 Here at our SW hideaway, the V Day celebration will be muted a bit due to our daughter's visit.  Fortunately, we were able to schedule a romantic dinner before she arrived at a lovely local joint complete with bubbly and an indulgent dessert.  Mistress even wore some foxy "peekabo tights" for me.  You know, the kind with the strategically designed slit to accommodate my work-a-day cock.  Very convenient!

I will present Mistress with a  gift this am - a sexy black nighty consistent with our V-Day tradition of using such holidays to enhance her vast lingerie collection.  But then that's really more a gift for me, isn't it?  (The picture below comes from that collection.)

Sadly, a message we got from the Boss yesterday afternoon in our Comments section threatens to throw a damper on this morning's V-Day celebration.  It follows:

Cuckold
Excellent post
Molly tomorrow morning I want you to fondle the cuckolds balls while he masturbates to orgasm
However…..
The other day you opined that one of the pictures I sent to you was:
“Kind of gross actually “
That constitutes lippyness and uppityness
1) No worship for you tomorrow morning and no orgasm either
Nota bene:
Cuckold make sure to unplug her Hitachi after your orgasm
I happen to know that she has a habit of using it after worship while you’re hard at work writing the blog

When I called Mistress's attention to this edict she rolled her eyes and responded --

"On Valentines's day?  Right......" 

A ban on orgasms  may be a bridge too far for Mistress, at least until she and our New Boss can have a "come to Jesus" dialog on how this new arrangement is going to shake out.  She can be very insistent, particularly when her own sexual satisfaction is on the line.  Although I do recall that during the early phase of their predominantly phone sex relationship the Boss was able to persuade her to forego indulgence via her Slave's cock when they had their own scheduled session booked.  Maybe once our daughter is gone and Mistress has more time to "play" they can work out who is actually in charge of her sex life going forward.

But Mistress wasn't done on the subject.

"I guess the Boss didn't read that article in the Times today, telling us we all owe it to society to have more sex, not less!"  

She was referring to  an Opinion piece titled ,"Have More Sex Please", which notes that fewer people - even in their 20's and 30's are having sex as much as they did 10 or 20 years ago. The author attributes this to more loneliness and social isolation.  the remedy is all of us who can having more sex! 

"Having more sex is both personal guidance — your doctor might well agree — and a political statement. American society is less connected, made up of individuals who seem increasingly willing to isolate themselves. Having more sex can be an act of social solidarity."

Makes sense to me!

"You may have to point that out to the Boss, Mistress.  I'm sure he'll understand!"

So as I head off to Mistress's Boudoir to present my V-Day gift, we will have to see whether or not she decides to heed the Boss's edict. 

At this point Slave / Cuckold is caught in the middle. Do I follow the Boss's orders and withhold worship, or do I follow Mistress's orders and give her the V-Day attention she expects of me?  At least  until Mistress chooses to surrender control to his higher authority, I best follow Mistress's orders to the tee or face the consequences.

DOMINATED COUPLE?

 Mistress (slut?) and her Cuckold have been entertaining our visiting daughter this week, spending a lot of time up on the local ski mountain.  That has left us a minimal time for intimacy and consideration of what might lie ahead with our new Boss. Mistress and I have both received some texts and emails from him, and we have had time for early morning "wake up sex" before our ski day begins.  We even deployed Mistress's "power tool" yesterday morning to double her pleasure, which, as always preceded mine. 

The Boss's emails to me have consisted mainly of editorial notes, with suggestions for content that would turn the blog in the direction of a "dominated couple" scene, featuring Mistress surrendering control to our new Boss with her slave / cuckold going along for the ride.  Up until now I've always asked Mistress for permission to cum , after she is fully satisfied of course.  And she has always been extremely indulgent. Will she willingly delegate that authority to the Boss? And, if so, might that put an end to all that indulgence?

And what about cage time?  In the past I've  typically been caged  only when Mistress goes out on a date. And since her dating life has fallen off after the pandemic and out move to this small town --well my cages have been gathering dust in my dresser drawer for some time now.  Would she give up caging authority to the Boss?  And would he inflict a more demanding cage regime to deny both of us more conventional sexual excess? This could be an interesting negotiation between Mistress and the Boss.  In any event, some of the notes and pictures the Boss has forwarded suggest he has some kinky things in mind.  Like this one:

That certainly suggests more cage time, but at least the wife seems to remain in charge.  I'll happily take my chances with Mistress on that front.

Or these two pictures depicting a couple submitting to inspection, or worse?

Is the Boss serious about this?  Well one of those editorial notes did say the following:

"I  love the new blog every morning plus it gives Molly time to apply the power tool. We should always have a few blog posts ready for days we don't feel like writing :)

You always crack me up with your posts 

Great way to start your morning!

Course make no mistake

When we get together I'm going to top you too :)

Much hotter!

Plus it's funny that I used to call  YOU Boss

How the mighty have fallen!"

Well this cuckold has never been particularly "mighty" in my relationship with Mistress.  But if things continue in this direction, my days of hassling the former Western Correspondent about his expense account abuse and the amount of lube he consumed are apparently over.  Are we really doing this? In the end, it's Mistress's call.