Slave's update after 24 hours in the cage....

So far I have survived Mistress’s business foray to the Big Apple with only a minor level of discomfort.

Before she headed for the airport she locked me away. I focused on work, though heard from her occasionally through the day. It was not really much different than a typical work day for me, though there was no mid-day worship opportunity.

Mistress was at a Board meeting, then a reception at a nearby club attended by some “almost A list” celebrities. So while Mistress was schmoozing with  former Oscar and Tony award nominees (I can’t name names because that might blow Mistress’s cover) I was back home making gnocchi for the teens and helping the junior surly with a school essay (she claims the computer at school has no spell check, does that make sense?).

I did go for a bike ride before dinner. It was challenging to wedge myself up on the seat (which I have raised pretty high) with all this metal wrapped around my balls and cock. It went smoothly enough except for the up hill part. The angle made things a little pinchy down there. So I stood as I pumped a bit more than normal.

On my ride, I did encounter Mistress’s Mother (is there a title for that?) walking her dogs. (This is a small town).I chatted her up a bit, and could not help but wonder what she would thing of her daughter’s new “assertiveness”.

Mistress found her way back to her room around 10 pm. She reported a bit of flirting, but she apparently planned to sleep alone.

“Does that disappoint you, Slave?”

“Of course not, Mistress. The point of you having the right to “mess around” is that it’s your right. Your body. You can use it however you want. I just like to hear about it when you choose to use that right.”

“Exactly, Slave”.

She directed me to take a photo with my computer of my caged cock and email it to her. Sort of a check up. And I did. “Hot” she responded.

I am not the world’s soundest sleeper, particularly when sleeping without Mistress. Having her there next to me to press up against at night is the best way to get me relaxed and zoned out.  So I tossed and turned a bit, listened to Jon Stewart try to make sense of some nasty guy allied with Liz “don’t call me Joe” Cheney. Not relaxing at all.

After I drifted off, I woke up a few times as my cock involuntarily tried to “stretch its legs”. This little trap is not so bad when things are relaxed down there. But if the blood begins to flow and is trapped. Ouch. It takes some mental gymnastics to cool things down and get  back to a comfortable level of restraint.

Now I am up and will give Mistress her morning wake up call. As you can imagine I will be anxious to please her and win my release when she makes it home this evening.

Praying for no LGA rain or wind delays.

And Slave's Sentence Is...

Mistress received some interesting input on the question of “to cage” or “not to cage” from some of our devoted readers. You can see three comments below Sunday’s entry. And we got some emails to our BigLove1963@gmail address as well.

There was a general consensus that Slave deserves to be locked up for the 48 hours or so that Mistress will be off in the Big Apple. But there was at least one contrarian view, from the female half (the domme) of our friends from the West. Her husband/sub reports:

“I was surprised she votes for no cage. She says it will be harder to keep your hands off yourself when free. She says its a good chance to impress Molly, if you can keep your hands out of you pants. ....but also a good chance to screw up and earn yourself a very sound punishment. B says either way Jennifer will be happy and have fun at your expense. B says as long as Mick is strictly prohibited from talking to, seeing, texting , etc. the evil one. If that can't be done with 100% certainty, Then B says lock him up tight and keep the key!”

An interesting perspective. But Mistress chooses not to take that risk with her cock.

Some of you thought that it might be a tad too risky for Molly to jet off with the key. True. I could get called to a meeting where a metal detector must be circumnavigated. And there is always the “medical emergency” scenario. And I suppose its possible Mistress might want to see me toy with myself via video chat. (That’s happened before). So she will hide the key somewhere that she can direct me to in the event of an “emergency”.

Yesterday was a bit of a dry run. Mistress had a conference to attend in our state capitol for “International Women’s Day”. Various seminars with a lot of women she referred to as “Ellen Jamesion’s” (you literary types will get the reference, but the general thrust is “pissy feminists”). Next year, Mistress might want to give a seminar on taking charge of the men in your life at this conference. Eyes would open.

In any event, she had to hit the road early and we did not have time for our morning rituals. She made sure to lock my cage though. During the day we texted and emailed back and forth. I sent her my morning entry via email, which she commented on (“Hot. Hot. Hot., Slave”). She also copied me on a smutty email to her New Dom confirming their next appointment, just to taunt me a bit.

“You will grovel for me tonite, Slave.”

Of course, Mistress”.

I was a bit frustrated at that thought, and my cock perked up, poking against its metal confines.

It was after 8:30 pm by the time we both found ourselves home together. A long day without release for us. Mistress packed for her trip. I read the paper and checked up on our twitter and facebook friends.

Finally Mistress settled into bed. Ready for worship.

“Would you like to unlock the cage, Mistress?”

“Hmmm. I suppose we could just leave it on ….give you a head start on this week’s abstinence program.”

My jaw dropped. I was not quite ready for that news.

She giggled.

“No. I want the cock tonite, Slave.”

She unlocked me.

A reprieve.

Until this morning, that is.



We were both up early. Mistress made sure I woke her in time to service her before she headed for the airport. And I was allowed to take her as well, though my hard steel ring was already on.

After my cage was locked, Mistress took the picture linked to this entry.

“Those who voted for the cage should be able to see the decision I made, Slave.”

I guess I am lucky I was not required to drop my undies for this photo.

Mistress Gets A Taste of the Crop

The attached photo best sets the stage for what happened Sunday morning when Slave got to exercise his weekly switch privileges.

Mistress has gotten a bit more assertive this week – Slave has been teased, tortured with denial, and thwacked a few times, before a nice ass fucking on Saturday. So it seemed only fair that when the tables were turned on Sunday morning, that Mistress should get a taste of her own medicine.

Her hands were cuffed and attached together, in front. I used leather cuffs to connect her ankles. Laying across our bed, Mistress was going no where.

I then retrieved our crop and used it to give her lovely bottom a nice red glow.

I must say that Mistress takes her medicine much more sanguinely than I do. I squirm and whine. She seems to get into a meditative state of mind, as she absorbs the blows. Am I just too light handed? Or is she just a better slave?

It’s hard to resist Mistress’s bottom, so I intermittently used my hands to rub and fondle her, dipping a finger in to confirm that she was very wet. Mistress likes exploring the sub zone.

As I resumed using the crop on her, I asked her if she thought her new Dom would spank her as her training resumes.

“Yes, Slave, I think he will.”

“Do you like the crop or a hand spanking better, Mistress?”

“I …don’t know, Slave….” She squirmed and moaned a bit as I slapped her reddened bottom a few more times.

At that point I felt I had pressed my advantage as far as was safe. I knew Mistress might remember if I abused my privileges the next time she had me at her mercy.

So I set the crop aside, and slid down on the bed next to Mistress. Then I reached for our Magic Wand (aka WMO).

“What are you doing now too me Slave?”

“What do you think?”

“Ohhh….the power tool.”

Mistress likes this part.

Still bound. At my mercy. Knowing that she can only lay back and “suffer” at the pace I set.

I slid the switch to “low”, and began wedging the humming tool between her legs from behind.

Mistress’s ankles were still tightly bound. Limiting her ability to part her legs. So it took a bit of wrangling to bring the churning white head of the device into contact with the parts that counted.

Mistress’s body began to rock up and down, the muscles of her bottom getting very rigid. All that spinning and biking pay off. She was straining to find the right angle that would end her torment.

And of course I was in no hurray at all to help her find it.

Mistress grew increasingly frustrated, as her rocking intensified. She was humping the bed, trying to spread her legs as best she could with her ankles connected, hoping to capture between her thighs the white bulb at the end of device to use it for her own erotic purpose.

All the while I was cooing into her ears, asking her to speculate about how her new Dom would handle her frustration in this setting. Much more cruelly? Time will tell.

Finally, Mistress found the angle and pressure that got her over the edge. She moaned into her pillow, her body vibrating as earnestly as the little device that got her there. As  I slid the machine free and switched it off, Mistress collapsed against the bed, seemingly exhausted.

I let her rest a bit, my hand stroking that sadly red bottom, listening to Mistress’s breathing get back to normal.

Then I freed her ankles, helping her slide her legs apart.

Of course, I was more than ready for her, and slid on top, taking her from behind.

I asked Mistress to consider whether her new Dom planned to access her this way, as I slid into her, inch by inch. Her bottom rewarded me with those little squirms. Her breathing quickened again.

“I …. don’t know, Slave.”

“Well he’d be missing something, Mistress.”

She came again for me then.

Excellent way to start a Sunday.

Need your guidance: To cage or not to cage?

Mistress is going to the Big Apple Tuesday morning. She will be going to a Board meeting, mixing with some potentates from the media and education world. No doubt there will be powerful and charming men for her to flirt with. She will be back Wednesday night.

Meanwhile Slave has his own duties: working and riding herd over the surly teens.

But here is the question for you lurkers and commenters out there: should Mistress lock her Slave's cage and keep the key with her?

Or should she trust her Slave with an unharnessed cock?

Of course, Mistress reserves the right to make this call, but she would like some advice ... let us know.