My Own Private Wonder Woman

Somehow Molly and Mick made it through that first ugly week of the new year, bouncing back from their long car trip and settling back into our work-a-day domestic routine here in River City.

And by Friday morning, Slave was back into his early morning rhythm of rising before 6 am to blog, then waking Mistress at 7 am with the hopes of some indulgence, if she was pleased with my “homework”.

Of course, By Friday morning I was particularly amped up, after a day in the cage, and then coming home to a very satisfied Mistress following her phone sex date with the WC, and her favorite power tool.

After I had lapped and suctioned Mistress to one suitable climax, she reached for my cock to see whether any extra effort might be required on her part before I was allowed to fuck her.

(Of course, there was the risk that if too much effort was required, she might tell me to wait until later).

Fortunately, she was more than pleased.

“Oh my, Slave… what a nice and hard cock you have.”

Uhhh, yeah. So true.

And I was then allowed to put it to it’s highest and best use, taking an approprite amount of pre-work day time to fuck Mistress and produce all those little lovely moans of satisfaction that are music to my ear.

And by the time she gave me permission to come…. Well …. Let’s just say I am glad she did not hesitate, because that train was already leaving the station.

It’s been cold here this week …. Not crazy single digits cold, but cold enough to put a chill in you that lasts long after that first cup of coffee at work.

So Mistress was all wrapped up on the way to work.: Her over the knee boots. Her black tights. And some lovely turquoise leather gloves that kept her fingers warm. They also make a lovely contrast to the black ensemble as they rested there on her legs, stretched out onto the dash as I chauffeured her to work. I made sure I got a photo to take to share with our loyal readers, who can’t seem to get enough of Mistress in her lovely boots. Though maybe I am just projecting….


Mistress’s work day domme costume somehow got me thinking about a post from about a week ago and a response from one reader – Foxy was it you? – who said that her inspiration for dabbling in female domination came from her early exposure to Wonder Woman….. you know, the buxom superhero with the golden lasso and it’s special mind control powers.

I must say she had a certain appeal to me too…. Though I am not sure my pre-pubescent brain went directly to “god, would I love to be at that Broad’s mercy.” And of course, for the switch’s among us, there were more than a few scenes where some evil villain (or villainess) turned the tables on Diana Prince , aka, Wonder Woman, and trussed her up in some “inescapable” bondage. Often with her own lasso.

Of course, Foxy and I weren’t the only ones to latch onto Wonder Woman in our formative years as a source of kinky inspiration. According to this link wonder woman(which has some lovely illustrations to go with it). Wonder Woman was created by a fellow named Charles Moulton, who also was the inventor of the lie detector (and isn’t that what the golden lasso did too?). He is quoted as saying that:

“Wonder Woman satisfies the subconscious, elaborately disguised desire of males to be mastered by a woman who loves them.”

So when Mistress dons that Dommish costume for me, so much more stylish than WW’s red white and blue glorified bikini, she is my own private Wonder Woman, mastering her devoted Slave.

Part of yesterdays costume were those tricked out tights. So when Mistress stopped at my office around 5pm before we headed to a birthday celebration for one of her work colleagues at a local watering hole, Mistress was readily accessed for worship.

I slid the chair to my door…. Spread the absorbent blanket (by now redolent with Mistress’s alluring musk), and fell to my knees.

Yum.

After she was satisfied, she rose to primp a bit, and sent a text to our Western Correspondent, to keep him up to date on the day’s developments.

She showed me the screen of her I-phone. I couldn’t help but notice that she had sent M a shot of her turquoise gloves, with this clever message:

“Would love to wrap these gloves around your cock.”

So maybe Mistress does not have a golden lasso. But the gloves could certainly take her a long way in the Super Sexual Hero milieu.

So When I Got Home....

Had not planned on a new blog this morning, but did not want to keep those of you who pay attention on the edge of your seats.

The basketball game was a fun evening for Slave with some male buddies. The annual Intra-City match-up between the town’s two college basketball teams. And caged as I was, Mistress could be confident that her Slave would not get into any “trouble”.

(One slight inconvenience was that Slave had to minimize his beer in-take, in light of the inconvenience of relieving oneself at a crowded basketball arena while one’s cock is sheathed in a hard steel cage. But this is the price I pay for a night out… so be it.)

The game ended at around 9:30 pm. And as I headed home I called Mistress, who seemed pleased that I would be back soon. But then moments later I received a text:

“Going to have a short date with M, Slave.”

I.e., she was about to put that Hitachi to use, with M’s direction and permission. Why did that little text make my cock twitch inside it’s container?

About 30 minutes later I was home. I shared some small talk with the teens, then approached our bedroom, not sure whether Mistress was still on her “date”. But when she called out and asked “is that my husband?”, I figured all was clear.

Inside,  found Mistress naked from the waist down,  still in her work-out top. She gave me a warm hug of greeting.

“How was your date, Mistress?”

“Nice Slave…. I just finished up.”

“How many, Mistress?”

“Two, Slave…. Just two.”

She did have that slightly dazed look of someone who’s cunt had just been put through it’s paces. And as I undressed she busied herself in search of a favorite top she planned to wear in the morning.

“I suppose I should unlock you, Slave….. but then M says that it would be better to keep you in the cage for 4 or 5 days… he says that’s what you are craving…. That I need to be tougher on you.”

“That’s easy for him to say…. “

“But I told him what’s in that for me…. I need the cock every day.”

“Relieved to hear that Mistress….”

Of course, she had not answered the question of whether I might be liberated that evening, or have to wait until the morning.

 I settled into bed while Mistress bustled around, catching up on some of your blogs.

Ironically, over at Mischievous Little Vixen (link here:         mischievouslittlevixen ), Foxy was talking about the prospects of placing her husband in a chastity device from time to time as a matter of attitude correction…. Believe me, Foxy, the concept has it’s merits.

When Mistress finally joined me, she  gave me her verdict.

“Ok, Slave. I am going to release you now. But no sex for you until morning…. I’m quite satisfied.”

As she should have been. There was morning sex, afternoon worship at my office. Then her date with our Western Correspondent as I drove home.  No doubt her needs were well attended to, as they should  be daily.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I was just relieved to be freed from those tight confines, as she used her hey to pop open the lock. It was then up to me to wriggle the little cage and ring off.

“ Awww….It looks all red, Slave….”

Actually, after about 15 hours, all was calm and comfy. Maybe she’s trying to slowly work me up to longer periods of confinement?

And as we settled into bed, reading a bit before lights out,   I had an urge to take her then and there as my cock twitched a bit, exercising it’s new found freedom. 

But a good Slave knows his place. And I was grateful that my place was at Mistress’s side, even if my satisfaction would have to wait until morning.

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HNT/ Opening an Interesting Door....

Molly and Mick noticed that some of you out there have made reference to CollarMe.com as a place you have looked and to some extent found interesting interactions in the broader BDSM community. You know who you are, and I need not name names (or in this case, Nomes de Blog).

So we were lying about Tuesday night, perusing blogs, and Mistress was focusing on a new one, on the subject of “HotWifing.”

“here’s a good one Slave…. She’s got 3 or 4 lovers at a time…. That would be interesting, wouldn’t it!”

“Very interesting, Mistress….”

A little twitch from my cock told me just how interesting it might be.

I somehow merged those two thoughts and popped over to “CollarMe.com”, opening a very non-descriptive  profile for Mistress and her devoted Slave, with some basic facts – interests (maybe a Dom for Mistress), height, weight, age….

I figured it was a way to explore around and see what was on the sight.  What I did not expect is all the emails that suddenly began popping up in our joint in-box, addressed to Mistress or the both of us.

Of course, some of the “names” used by some of   the enquiring participants were a bit of a turn off. Mistress seemed a tad put off by “FilthyFucker”, even before his message was opened.

One guy went straight to the point. “Hello, have you both been trained?”

My guess is he did not want to take on a project. Only well trained prospects need apply.

Others seemed a bit out of our reported range of interest, like a woman who described herself as a 23 yr. old lesbian dominant. It’s hard to imagine her taking my wily and more experienced Mistress in hand, isn’t it?

And some were just too darn short.

“Slave, it would be hard to take a Dom seriously who is a shorter than me.”

Yeah, I can see that…. But then Mistress is a few inches shorter than me, so….

One fellow described himself as a big bad Dom, but then when you clicked on his picture, there he was in a sequined, royal blue dress.  You’re sending mixed signals there, pal.

Of course, there were a few solicitations that survived the snicker test, one guy who described himself as an Ivy League refugee who had an interest in exploring options. And a couple from down river who described themselves as a Dom/Domme.

Of course, Mistress described our little experiment to our Western Correspondent who was more than a little amused.  And Intrigued. My sense is that he had no problem with Mistress checking out her options, but then….

This message popped up in her in-box soon thereafter:

“You have a message on Collar me from Colorado Dom the meanest nastiest SOB west of the Mississippi!  Sadistic brutal pain giver but with a sense of humor and a heart of gold that will have you rolling as u writhe in pain U can have the best of both worlds with me, BDSM and a comedy show, the ladies love me I and I dress in really creepy clothes like leather aprons to keep body fluids away from me 

contact me for the time of your life on Collar Me, I am the Dom of your dreams,, see attached pic of me in costume. “

Yes, our WC has a robust sense of humour.

On the way home last night, Mistress was exchanging texts with the WC and the conversation went to Mistress’s thirst for adventure. She reported a bit of their exchange:

“He says maybe he should lend me to other men. He would get paid in tequila and “laughing cow” cheese.”

(We get COSTCO charges for both on the WC’s UCTMW credit card. Have to keep the branch office well stocked to keep his “creative” juices flowing).

“Do I get a cut, Mistress?”

She tapped away on her I-phone, and reported back.

“Yes Slave…. He says you can both drink tequila and eat cheese while these other guys get a crack at me.”

Call us crazy, but by the time we got home, I was in an urgent need to worship Mistress. And she seemed equally anxious for worship.

Those black work day tights were unpealed, to reveal some juicy and swollen parts all ready for my tongue and lips.

I will take that little treat over Laughing Cow cheese anyday.