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This afternoon Mick and Molly are taking their surly teens on a spring break ski trip to our undisclosed location out West. Over the enxt week, my posts may be fewer and more abbreviated, But rest assured we will be doing our best to live up to the standards our readers have come to expect. I have already packed away a bag of goodies, the kind you hope airport security will not take an interest in, particularly in front of the kids.

As in, "M'am, can you explain what these red leather cuffs and padlocks are for?"

"Just jewelry, Officer."

After my whining yesterday, it's only proper to report that Mistress did allow me to break my abstinence yesterday morning. When I came upstairs to wake her, I discovered she was already awake, emersed in  her laptop.

"Where have you been Slave? I thought you would be particularly horny this morning?"

"Just finishing up this morning's essay, Mistress. But if I had known you were up, I would have revised and extended my remarks later today."

(As you can see, there's been too much CPSAN on our TV this week. Thank God that's behind us.)

"And yes, I am very horny. Could not even get the ring on this morning."

(Better to get the bad news out first, before she has to discover it herself, with those curious fingers of hers).

"Aw. Poor Slave."

(Good. SHe was feeling merciful).

I slid into bed, my head bobbing beneath the covers, finding that lovely shaved cunt to which I have become even more addicted. Thank you, Dom.

AS she chuckled over my entry de jour, I used my fingers to spread those clean shaven lips and expose her sensitive parts to my tongue. She rewarded me with delightful little squirms and the sweet taste of her juices.

Once I had pleased her, the computer was set aside, and she used those skilled fingers to make sure I was more than ready to break my abstinence.

'Why don't you fuck me now Slave."

"Gladly, Mistress."

When finally given permission to come, well... it was a very nice reward.
 

I was given a pass on my cage yesterday. Very merciful. I made a note to show my gratitude when the opportunity arose.

 Mistress came down to my office late in the afternoon to join me at a political function. She arrived early enough for some worship, which I was anxious to provide to give thanks  for a cageless work day.

Spring has officially arrived, and though you could not tell from yesterday's cold rain, Mistress has abandoned her fall/winter uniform of black tights and boots. Yesterday afternoon she arrived in a foxy black dress, bare legs and black sandals with heels and sexy straps. (I know I should have taken a picture).

So once I pressed the chair against the door, and had her sit on her throne, from my knees I could slide my face and hands up those firm, shapely thighs, and press  my lips against her black panties. Mistress's dress was hiked up to her hips, legs spread, giving me ample access.

Soon I was coaxing those black panties down her legs, leaving them draped around an ankle. Before me was Mistress's cleanly shaved cunt, her pink bud rosier than the rest, peeking out for her audience.

"I cleaned it up a bit for you today, Slave."

"Nice Mistress."

Very smooth. Crazy driving smooth.

My lips devoured her. Her hands gripped my hair, She churned against me, until she finally said:

"Enough, Slave."

And while she may have had enough for the moment, It seems I never get enough of her.

HNT/ Denied for the Day

Those of you out there who get locked in a cage for a few days or even weeks at a time (or who claim that you do to fascinate your readers) will have no sympathy for my whining about a day of denial.

But keep in mind that the last few weeks Mistress has been rather permissive with respect to my Abstinence Days. Part of it may be that her "engagements" with her new Dom landed on a Tuesday or Wednesday, and she probably was feeling a need to sooth me a bit. Or just wanted yet another hard cock. But this week their schedules got twisted, so no "date". And on Tuesday (as reported here) I messed up a bit.

So Mistress was determined to hold me to my vow of chastity for the day. And she taunted a bit along the way.

When I came up our bedroom in the morning, steel ring already at the base of my cock and balls, Mistress allowed me to worship her after my shower. And she gave my cock a nice stroking, before suggesting it was time for me to put the cage on and get to work. Argh. Hard to pull away and face the day in that state.

When I got home, a little late, from a political fundraiser, we had time for me to worship her before we prepared dinner. And I did some of my best work, kneeling and sucking, her parts teased out between my teeth. I flattered her with comments about how sweet she tasted without all that fur to obstruct her juices or my acces to them.

AS I tried to please her, She seemed distracted by the voice of her old boss, now a U.S. Senator, who was whining on Olberman about mean GOP tactics in the Senate. But I finally was able to distract her with some skillful use of my lips and tongue long enough for her to have a pleasant little orgasm. Then another one.

But when I was done, and queried about the removal of my cage?

"We can do that later Slave."

Ouch.

Around 10 pm as we were fading away, I rose from the bed and she noticed that my cage was still on.

"Oh, dear. I guess I forgot about that, didn't I, Slave."

I think her symparthy was ALMOST sincere.

I walked over to her side of the bed and she picked up her little key and unlocked me.

'Thank you, Mistress."

I was allowed to service her once more before sleep, this time with fingers sliding between thighs squeezed tightly together.

Was I to be rewarded?

She rolled over, instructed me to press my cock between her ass cheeks, now so very smooth and tempting after her waxing.

"Good night, Slave."

Argh.

Hope she is not too disappointed when she learns there was no way I could get that ring over tightly contracted balls this morning. That's what happens after a day of denial.

"Mr. Wizard" Strikes Out.

Today is my Abstinence Day, which is fitting. Mistress has two acts of Slave misfeasance to consider, based on yesterday’s activities, and every reason to withhold privileges, at least until tomorrow.

Things started nicely. After I diligently slid my steel ring on yesterday morning, I was rewarded with the opportunity to pleasure Mistress’s naked cunt with my tongue and lips, and then make love to her.

She had been under the weather Monday evening (and was still a little sickly), but generously let me have my way with her. Slave gets so much sex that going almost 24 hours without an orgasm seems like a draught. So when I did reach my point of explosion, gripped tightly at the base of my balls by the steel ring….well…zounds.

“Thank, you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome Slave. That seemed like a big one.”

“Oh yeah….”

Soon I was off to work, cage locked on tight. It was a beautiful day here, so I came home a bit early to fit in a bike ride before family (including grandkids) arrived for dinner.

Once home, Mistress unlocked my cage. (riding a bike with that lump of steel clinging to my crotch is …challenging, to say the least.). We changed onto our biking cloths and off we went.

After our 30 minute ride, I dived into dinner prep. Vegetarian red sauce for the pasta I had planned. Lots of chopping and sautéing. Then, just before our guests were to arrive, I went up to our room to change into something less sweaty.

Well readers, what was missing here?

When I got upstairs, Mistress was dressing too, in black panties and bra. It was 6:25. Guests arriving at 6:30.

I slid out of my biking shorts, reached for my jeans.

“Did you forget something, Slave?”

Oops.

“Weren’t you going to worship this afternoon?”

“Sorry, Mistress.”

I helped her slide down those silky black panties as she sat on our bed. I slid a pillow under my aging knees, and went to work.

“I probably deserve a punishment, don’t I Mistress?”

“I believe you do.”

I still haven’t taken for granted Mistress’s smooth new look. It seems to make her juices even sweeter. And as I enjoyed her flavors, she soon was bucking against my mouth, satisfied, at least for now.

Later that evening, after the guests were gone and we were in bed, watching the latest episode of “Damages”, I mentioned to Mistress the blog I had read earlier that day from our friend “strivingforpeace” at “Peacefully Submissive.” Here it is, in case you missed it. Peacefully Submissive- M#AF88F8

Her Master, the inventive, if elusive, Mr. C, had used both a crystal cock and a Magic Wand to induce a rather dramatic effect on his devoted (and cleverly eloquent) Sub. And since we had both of those tools of delight and torment (depending on one’s approach) readily available at bed side, it seemed only right to see if we could duplicate their experiment and get the same results.

After the episode was over, I switched off the TV, and turned to Mistress. We engaged in some vanilla-ish foreplay involving some kissing, nipple sucking and fingers exploring between Mistress’s firm, smooth thighs. The pump was primed.

I rolled over, made sure the Magic Wand (aka, power tool, or WMO) was plugged in and ready. Then I pulled the crystal cock out of its elegant box.

“What are you doing, Slave.”

“Remember, the “Wand meets Wand” experiment.”

She groaned.

“You’re crazy.”

“Just trying to find new ways to drive YOU crazy, Mistress.”

She settled back, legs spread (hardly a new pose for Mistress).

I slid down between those legs, using my tongue to very gently tease her clit, while probing with the hard crystal cock to find the proper angle of attack.

“I feel something cold down there, Slave.”

“Oh, it will warm up nicely.”

And it did. Soon the firm glass phallus with its little pink ribs was sliding very smoothly in and out of her damp opening, and her hips were rising to meet the tongue that was still focused on the lightest touch against her tender little nub of flesh.

She was getting close. It was now “Wand meets Wand” time.

I disengaged my tongue, rose a bit and reached to the floor for the motorized wand.

“Uhhhh, unfair. Now what, Slave?”

Mistress was not happy with the temporary hold I had placed on her pleasure.

But I quickly found the next instrument of torment, and switched it on.

Holding the crystal cock in place, buried deep inside. I pressed the churning white ball at the end of the Power Tool against the glass bulb protruding from Mistress’s succulent “tunnel of love”.

The result was supposed to be nirvana-esque, as the vibrations were channeled along and against the glass intruder parked deep inside her.

But, no big surprise here, the subject of my experiment is wired a little differently than our friend “strivingforpeace”.

Mistress was squirming all right, but not exactly writhing with pleasure.

“Not working for me, Slave. It feels like I am stuffed with too many things.”

I took the cue, slid the crystal cock out of her, and went to work with the power tool on her neatly shaved cock.

“Ummmmm. Much better Slave.”

Soon Mistress was coming with a moan of delight, and then reaching for my fleshy and firm human cock.

“Why don’t you fuck me now Slave”, Mistress whispered, her voice clouded with post-orgasmic content.

“Patience, Mistress.”

I have learned that the best orgasms are the ones pried from Mistress when she thinks she is done.

With a little more pressure of the power tool against her squirming hips, Mistress’s grip on me loosened, and soon her head was back against the pillow, and her thighs were squeezing the device for all it was worth.

One more orgasm.

“enough….”

I pretended I did not hear her.

But after the third one, I showed some “mercy”, and took up her invitation.

But now I think you understand why Mistress means business on this Abstinence Day.

(As for the experiment, my guess is that we missed a vital part: “strivingforpeace” was tightly bound spread eagle style to the bed in her “Wand meets Wand” scenario. I may have to try this again on our Swtich Day).

Back in the "Friendly Confines"

My steel cage was back on yesterday after a few days of merciful amnesty.

I worked and mushed my balls, then my cock through the hard steel ring in the morning before climbing back into bed with a waking, slightly groggy, Mistress. She likes the affect she can achieve with the ring gripping me, trapping the blood.

Once she uses her skills to make me hard I stay that way for some time. It fills her cunt more completely. It makes it more difficult for me to come. And when I do? Well the result is rather …. Dramatic.

After we had our way with one another, I was off to the shower. Then I slid the cage over my cock, sliding it onto the short stud protruding from the ring, sliding the pad lock into place, and letting Mistress close the lock. I was safe and secure for the day until she chose to release me.

Later, after lunch, Mistress stopped by for a “visit”. She had some time to kill between meetings, and I was looking forward to my opportunity for some worship, something that is all the more fun with her freshly waxed and delightfully naked cunt.

Mistress had on her winter uniform of black dress, tights and boots, though the tights were a little sheerer than normal. She sat. I knelt. We talked a bit. Then I used my mouth and tongue to taste the insides of Mistress thighs and the crotch of her tights. It’s easy to get into full “slave mode” in that position.

When the scent of Mistress’s arousal became more pronounced, I helped her slide those tights down to her boot tops, then went to work in earnest on her delicious parts, now more accessible than ever, the little pink bud poking out between her full lips.

Mistress’s hands were wound into my hear, fingers kneading my scalp, as my lips sucked that little bud into my mouth, and her hips rose in response. By the time I was done my face and the little blanket she was sitting on were soaked with her juices. And my cock was straining against its tight enclosure.

Mistress arrived home a little later than normal last night, after me. We rested a bit, catching up on the nation’s slow descent into socialism (not) on the evening news. I offered to worship, but Mistress demurred.

“I need to rest a bit Slave. You served me well this afternoon.”

I had no complaint. But I do feel its my obligation to offer. It’s in the contract, after all.

It was not until after dinner that Mistress remembered.

“Your cage. I forgot to unlock it! Is that why you were so anxious to worship me, Slave?”

“No. No problem. It’s not uncomfortable”.

And it wasn’t, though it can be a little tight in the mornings. Hard to figure why there is a time -of -day difference. I think my balls just relax a bit better by midday. They get used to their “surroundings” and settle in.

But Mistress was merciful. She found the key and unlocked me, giving me a little kiss for my “suffering in silence.”

As I slid off the cage and eased my tender balls out of the ring, I felt like her little puppy dog. But who’s to complain. I’m well fed, have a very warm bed to sleep in, and Mistress gladly takes care of my “baser” needs.

That’s why the first thing I did this morning is slide that steel ring back on, ready for Mistress when she calls.