Here in River City we had a busy weekend.
Mistress got to spend sometime with our cute co-ed. They even went undie shopping together - sort of a female bonding thing? Mistress was sporting these cute panties last evening when I got home as she prepared for a meeting. It's a new color choice for her and Slave had to capture it for our loyal readers, right?
I think it makes a nice contrast with Mistress's glowing pink skin, though it's clear that late summer all over tan has already begun to fade. How sad.
Sunday morning we woke up here wondering if our daughter and her friend from college had gotten home after a night on the town Saturday night. I had not heard them, and was a little paniced. But when I stuck my head in her room I discovered not two but three bodies in her bed, including a guy on the far side of the mattress.
Of course Dad's who trumpet in sex blogs their open minded approach to all things kinky have a different attitude when it comes to their daughters. But as my eyes focused on the details of the bodies splayed before me - out like lights - I realized that they were all still in their street clothes. So if anything "untoward" had happened, at least they had the good sense to preserve plausible denyability for the "puritanical" Molly and Mick,
Sunday afternoon I dragged the Co-Ed and her friend to the River City pussycats titanic struggle with the NC pussycats. It turns out our readers Lyle and Jillian (who are also dabbling in Femdom and cuckolding) are fans of those other pussycats. The game was certainly dramatic, and there were moments when Slave was prepared to throw in the towel. But the two teams of felines scratched, clawed and hissed their way to an unsatisfying 37-37 tie.
Lots of drama signifying nothing.
But the sad part is that I did not put together that Lyle was a NC pussycats fan. If I had been thinking we could have formulated a compelling bet.... maybe he has sex with Molly while I watch if his team wins, and vice versa if his team won? Or maybe Molly and Jillian would come up with something more compelling once they heard we were wagering with their bodies on the line?
Ah well, there's always next year.
As for me, it seems Mistress had developed a new way incentive system to keep her Slave in shape.
"I'm thinking that you should wear the cage on days you don't ride your bike to work."
"Yes, Mistress."
Of course I like riding to work. But it's hard to do when it's raining or too cold. I was hoping to do it today and avoid the cage. But last night the wind picked up, thunder was crashing, and rain was lashing against the window. Maybe there will be a break in the weather. But just in case, I slid that hard steel ring on this morning, scrunching my reluctant balls through the tight aperture.
I guess I have to be prepared too.
So it was rare that on Saturday night we were headed out for an evening affair sponsored by one of her clients. I was informed that I would wear a suit and tie. And she unearthed an older but very elegant dress to wear from the depths of her still generous closet.
