Distracted at the Theatre

Mick and Molly went to the theatre here in River City last night, joining with another couple for a meal beforehand, then some Irish Coffee at a local Bar. The play was an old Irish chestnut, and the weather matched the script – a cold drizzle dampened our outerwear and skin as we made our way to and from the evening’s venues.

As is often the case, Mistress was the most dazzling woman in the room. And her darker, more exotic complexion certainly set her off from the pasty faced women and men of celtic heritage assembled for the play.

As it happened, Mistress had on the lovely short brown cashmere dress, brown tights and brown suede boots she had worn earlier in the week, for her first “date” with her new Sir. (the look is similar to the one in the photo).

And since I have a bit of a tights fetish, it was natural for me to slide my hand onto her thigh as the lights dropped in the theatre. I enjoyed the feel of her firm, well muscled thighs covered with the taut fabric that covered them.

So as the prim, Priestly characters read their lines on stage, my hand was making gentle circles on her thigh, moving higher, until my fingers could feel the warmth at their juncture. And of course, my mind wandered to the fact that Mistress’s new Sir had likely been of the same mind a few days earlier, exploiting her willingness to surrender the same access to him. And that she had probably grown wet in anticipation of that touch, just as she now seemed damp and warm as a result of mine.

Very distracting.

The thought of Mistress squirming to the touch of another man, someone she had chosen to submit her will and body to, is, of course, unnerving.

But for some strange reason it also  drives  this Slave crazy with desire for her.

I do a bit more competitive .... I want to make sure I continue to please her every bit as well as he does.

Knowing that as I fuck her, she may be thinking of how it felt to be taken by him, or to submit to his "inspection", makes me want to please her all the more.

Having her remind me that she has been thinking about that other cock, and how it tasted as it grew in her mouth makes me want to worship her cunt with even greater devotion.

Mistress is upstairs sleeping now. But not for long.

"Tell Me What You Are Thinking, Slave."

I woke up early this morning, around 5:30 am. Mistress seemed groggily awake too. We were cuddled close in bed, my cock soft, but a little twitchy, nestled against her firm ass.

“I’m getting up now, Mistress.”

I planned to leave her sleeping. She needs her beauty rests.

She rolled over, clung to me. As my face pressed against her lush, full breasts, I had second thoughts.

So my mouth began to work a bit on Mistress’s firm nipples. Something that made her squirm. When she failed to push me away, or roll over, I took that as a “go”. Instead, she made some encouraging sounds. When she rolled onto her back, my hand snaked between her legs. Very wet.

As I worked my fingers there, I mentioned something that had come to mind as I woke.

“You’ve been keeping the cage on me longer these days, Mistress.”

Wednesday night, she kept it on me through our meet up with our new FetLife friends, releasing me only so I could fuck her when we got home, around 11 pm or so.

Thursday had been my Abstinence Day, and Mistress was feeling a bit under the weather. So the cage stayed on until she was in the mood to be worshipped, well into the evening. And while I took off the “cage” part, I left the steel ring on overnight, because …well it was just easier to leave it there, gripping my cock and balls through the night.

Then the cage was back on Friday morning, after Mistress had the benefit of my full and firm cock before I headed to work. It stayed on through some evening activities in our downtown, to be unlocked only when we slid into bed at around 10 pm.

“Yes….I suppose I have. It’s good for you, Slave. Seems to make you want me more.”

“Maybe so…. Is that it….or….”

My fingers were still working, picking up the pace. Mistress convulsed into a nice little explosion for me, though I kept at it a bit longer, helping her through the aftershocks.

“What, Slave?”

Now her hand was on my cock. It was already firm and ready. But she likes to play a bit, and who am I to object.

“I keep thinking of you stripping for him, Mistress.”

“Yes … does that turn you on, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Did it turn you on? ….you said you weren’t going to … not the first time.”

“It did turn me on, Slave.”

“Did you feel compelled…like you had no choice?”

“Yes… I … needed to do it … once he asked me. Is that OK?”

“Of course, Mistress”.

Mistress’s fingers on my cock were driving me crazy. Fortunately, she rolled away, onto her back again.

“Why don’t you fuck me now, Slave.”

She did not have to ask twice.

As I slid into her, she moaned with delight, and I pressed hard against her, doing the things I knew would bring her close to the edge.

“What are you thinking, Slave?”

She likes to make me talk about it. Knew exactly what I was thinking about.

“You liked him fucking you, didn’t you Mistress?”

“Yes … it was …good.”

“You want him again, don’t you?”

“I do, Slave.”

In fact, they had emailed yesterday, setting up another meeting.

“You’ve been thinking about his cock too, haven’t you Mistress?

“I have Slave.”

“Does that make you wet?”

“It does.”

Mistress and I were clutching one another now, me buried inside her, sliding against her as I listened to her ragged breathing, so close to the breaking point.


“and you liked him using his fingers on you, didn’t you, Mistress?”

“Oh, yes.”

I pulled back a bit, still inside her, but giving my own fingers some space to play with her clit, rubbing it as out bodies slid against one another.

“What was it like begging for him Mistress ….did it turn you on to beg for the right to come?”

She moaned. But I could here her affirmation in the moan.

“How does it feel to beg him, like the way you make me beg?”

”Good, Slave. Very good”. And then Mistress came for me, quaking and moaning, her head thrown back, eyes slammed shut.

And soon I was doing the begging.

MIck and Molly Make New Friends

This week Mick and Molly met for drinks with a charming couple we “friended“ on fet life. They live across the river that our River City smacks up against, not too far away.

D and N moved here not long ago from out West, much to our consternation. Nothing like trading in 300 days a year of sunshine for the gloom of the heartland. But family called.

D, the male part of the couple, is the strong but seemingly laid back Dom. N is his cute and very feisty Slave. He’s a bit younger than Mick. She’s a bit younger than Molly.

Their FetLife page intrigued us. They are very much into the “Lifestyle”, wheras Mick and Molly keep all this stuff very private (unless you happen to read this crazy blog). They have posed for and posted lots of provocative photos: N's naked bottom glowing red; kinky costumes; various restraining devices; and plenty of implements of “punishment”. Interesting stuff.

Then there was D’s message to Molly, sent after he perused her posting and a bit of our blog:

“I am intrigued by the cuckold lifestyle. It wouldn’t work for me since sexually I am clearly Dominant. But the idea of tormenting some poor husband while his wife is made to serve is interesting.”

Mistress got back in touch, and we agreed to meet.

When we finally sat down with D and N in a local bistro, the real buzz was in actually talking about what we do and how we do it, face to face with real folks.

Mistress was a natural in taking charge, leading the conversation and “grilling” our new friends about their lives in the BDSM world. They seemed happy to share with us naive newbies.

Hearing Mistress call me her Slave outside the privacy of the bedroom, was … arousing. Calling her “Mistress” in public was a thrill.

They talked about how they met, some of the rules she must follow, and how they work their 24/7 relationship into their family and work life.

They told us about the public and private play parties that we have only speculated about. Interesting, though we are a bit hesitant to “go public” in what is a small town.

And they described the “secret” dungeon hidden behind some cabinets in their basement.



Mistress had me locked away in my cage, and when she talked about how we found it on line, and got the measurements right, my cock was twitching against the cold steel.

When we parted we agreed to meet again soon, and show them some of the attractions on our side of the River.

I think Molly was intrigued, and tempted, when D talked about his training in the arts of bondage and “impact play”, and the psychology of training and commanding a female slave.


Who knows … maybe someday D and N will give us a tour of their dungeon.

The Day After

I woke up this morning, pressed against Mistress’s delightful bottom, my cock throbbing for her. Mistress was twitching about herself in her sleep, and the motion of her firm cheeks against me were getting me harder. Hmmm.

The fact that it was my deferred Abstinence Day was already troubling. Rather than press the point or wiggle away, I climbed out of bed, grabbed my laptop, and the steel ring of my cage and came downstairs to do my “homework”.

Before Mistress went off on her adventure with her new Dom on Tuesday, she spoke “Wife to Husband” to me for a few moments.

“You know I don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning angry at me.”

I gave her my assurances. Told her that I did not think that would be a problem. I wanted to honor my contract, and suspected that if anything, her adventure would bring us closer together and make me want her all the more.

But, truth be told, neither of us knew how we would feel once Mistress gave herself, no matter how briefly, to another.

Well, on the morning after, I let my cock do the thinking. And it was very much purpose driven. It was on a reclamation project. And fortunately, Mistress had given me a one day reprieve from my Abstinence Day obligations.

Mistress had shared some details: how after some talk and a description of his rules, she had been led to his bedroom and told “it was time” to submit to inspection.

She thought she would say “no” on this first private encounter, as he said was her right. But when the time came, he must have been persuasive. She described how she had slowly stripped for him, under his appraising eye, as he sat watching her. And how he required her to kneel to allow him to touch and stimulate her tits and nipples.

“Did that make you, wet, Mistress.”

“Yes. He commented on that.”

“How, Mistress?”

“He touched me there. Told me how wet I was.”


As I sat down here with my coffee yesterday morning, the hard steel ring collecting my cock and balls, those thoughts inspired my prose and had me up the stairs early. Mistress seemed impressed with when she reached for my cock and discovered how hard and determined it was to take her cunt back, at least for the time being.

It slid where his fingers and cock had been the night before. And by the time we were done, I believed my reclamation project had gotten off to a nice start.

When I got out of the shower, I presented myself to Mistress for her to secure the lock on my cage. She clicked the lock shut, then mentioned that she had received an email from her Sir.

“Did he seem happy with you, Mistress.”

“Yeah. Seems so. I forwarded it to you. Tell me what you think.”

As I ate my breakfast, I thumbed through my emails on my blackberry and found Sir’s message. He described how, like me, he woke in the morning with a cock that was full, with thoughts of his fingering and fucking my Mistress’s tight cunt. He asked whether she enjoyed tasting and touching his cock and balls. And whether she wanted him to take her again.

My own cock strained against its steel restraints. It might be a long day.

As I kissed Mistress goodbye, I asked whether she enjoyed knowing that two men had hard cocks for her this morning.

“It’s a nice thing, Slave.”

Mistress stopped by my office before lunch, before heading home after an early meeting. I was ready to devour her, and quickly pushed the chair against my door, laying the fleece blanket down to absorb our juices and kneeling. She must have been anxious too, because she had already pulled down her dark brown tights to give me access.

As my mouth worked away at her, I muttered a question that had been eating at me all morning.

“So did you respond to your friend’s email Mistress?”

“Yes”.

“And”.

“I told him I would like to see him again.”

Soon Mistress was coming bucking against my mouth. And when I looked up she had a very devilish look on her face, as if to say “aren’t you a desperate little Slave.”. Mistress has both the right and a canny ability to press her Slave’s buttons.

When I got home, the teens were off to visit their trainer, and Mistress was napping. She was tired. I lay down next to her and we rested together. Mistress commented that all those orgasms must haven taken their toll. I tried to sympathize.

She kept my cage on for our engagement later that evening: a first meeting with a charming and intriguing couple found through the crazy world of FetLIfe. (Will talk about that later this week).

We got home near 11, and on many such late “work night” evenings it might be natural for us to defer any sexual activity until the morning. But Mistress and I were both a little randy. All the talk we had shared with this couple about the “lifestyle”, and Mistress’s frank description of some of the otherwise hidden details of our life had put both of us in a serious state of arousal. And of course my imagination was still working overtime as a result of Mistress’s adventure.

Mistress instructed me to insert my probe, making me all the harder for her. The power tool was deployed, driving Mistress to full throttle. By the time we were done … well, I felt that my reclamation project was in full swing.