Long Day in the Cage

I guess I need to get used to it.

It was a long day in my little steel cage.

As predicted, the answer was yes when I went upstairs yesterday, and asked Mistress if it would be a cage day. Before we started our Thursday morning session between the sheets, I scrunched and wiggled by balls into the hard steel ring – always a bit of a challenge. And the result was pleasing for both of us.

A very hard and long lasting cock for Mistress.

And a rather explosive cum for her “pampered house slave”, a phrase that I may have been a little too clever to come up with earlier this week. Now it’s starting to stick.

At that point it was time for Slave to fit the cover on the cage, confining my now satisfied cock, and give Mistress the privilege of snapping the lock shut.

I kissed her goodbye as she was getting ready for a breakfast in the neighborhood with an old high school friend. Then she’d be coming back home for her training session with M.

I resisted the temptation of hiding the Hitachi.

That would be grounds for punishment, and while her “punishments” are usually pretty enjoyable in the end, I was not going to tempt fate.

Around 11 am I called her to see how things had gone, but she did not pick up.

Hmmmm. Overtime?

But not long after that she did call, on her way into work.

“How’s. the cage, Slave.”

“Tight, Mistress.”

“Sorry, but when you called M and I were just finishing up…”

“No problem, Mistress. How many?”

“Four, Slave.”

Not bad. It wasn’t noon yet and she was up to at least six, as far as I could tell.

Of course the thought of it gave my cock a little twitch in its close quarters.

“And M… did he get off too, Mistress.”

“He did, Slave…. It was very impressive.”

“did he get another one of those doubles in today.”

She giggled. No. Just one today, Slave.

Somehow, I suspect M made the most of that opportunity.

We finally got together again at around 6 pm, to attend a little party for a friend who is leaving her old job and going to work with Mistress. It was a lively gathering, and we ended up staying there for a few beverages, then joining some old acquaintances for dinner.

A couple of times as our evening progressed, Mistress discretely asked me how I was doing in the cage.

“It’s tight, Mistress…. But OK.”

“Poor Slave…. I guess you’re going to have to get used to it while I’m gone.”

Somehow I didn’t detect a whole lot of sympathy.

By the time we were finally home, it was nearly 11 pm. Late for a Thursday night here at the UCTMW World HQ.

“Would you like me to worship, Mistress.”

“Really Slave…. It’s so late.”

“Well I was hoping if I did a good job, you’d unlock the cage.”

“Oh dear…. I almost forgot.”

She laid back, spread her legs nicely for me, and let me get down to business. She knew I’d apply myself, particularly with that little key in the palm of her hand.

HNT / Photo Shoot

If you missed them, stop by to check out some of the comments left yesterday, in response to my request for any ideas you might have for how Mistress’s “pampered house Slave” should be handled while Mistress is across the pond, starting next week.

Suzanne, was on the mark: I should be very grateful for the kid glove treatment I get around here. Thankfully, Mistress does not seem inclined to follow M’s rather cruel suggestion that she simply lock my cage and literally take the key with her on her 10 day excursion with her mother and sister.

Donna was thinking ahead, noting that ample usage of my equipment will keep it in good working order so that when Mistress returns she can be serviced in the manner (and frequency) which she has come to expect.

 Suzanne’s suggestion that I “fall to my knees” at the first opportunity available to express my appreciation for Mistress’s mercy brought to mind a little episode I forgot to mention earlier this week.

This was on Monday, the dreaded tax day.  Mistress had been worshiped once already, in my office, when she had come over to sign our returns, only to learn that they still had not been finalized. At least there was a consolation prize for her inconvenience.

On the way home, Mistress shared a bit of her conversation with M from earlier in the day.

“He says he and B had ‘epic’ sex this morning Slave.”

“Well that’s good, Mistress….”

“Yes, I suppose it is, Slave.”

But I did feel a little bad about it, since, although we had some rather primo sex in NYC over the weekend, now that we had gotten back in River City, we were focused on work, kids, blah, blah.

I wondered if Mistress was concerned that we had been somehow less than “epic” in the preceding 24 hours.  Was there a little competition brewing here?

By now we were back at home, and Mistress graciously accepted my offer for some additional worship before we took a pre-dinner bike ride. 

She slid off  her dress and black undies, spreading her legs.

I was about to “chow down”, so to speak.

But then Mistress had an idea.

“Hand me my phone, Slave…. Maybe we should send M a photo to demonstrate that we can do ‘epic’ too.”

“Of course, Mistress… always happy to accommodate….”

She handed me the phone, as I was kneeling between her firm and luscious thighs, her clean shaven folds spreading before me.

I clicked one shot, handed it to her for approval.

“Try again, Slave…. There’s a little too much body…. Let’s give him a little more beaver….”

Well, in this case, since Mistress is completely fur-less, I wasn’t sure that “beaver” was really the right term, but a Slave should not quibble, right?

“Of course, Mistress.”

She seemed pleased with my next effort, then texted it off to her “personal trainer”.

“Let’s hope that he wasn’t riding his bike in traffic when that popped up, Mistress.”

“It would server him right, Slave.”

Mistress was really in an uppity mood, I suppose.

At that point, I returned to my primary directive, pleasing Mistress.

So here we are, Thursday morning. Mistress and M have a training session scheduled later this morning, which means I will be headed to work without her. I guess that also means I better ask if I should wear my cage.

And after she reads this blog, I think I know what Mistress’s answer will be.

But at least M has not imposed a pre-training embargo on Mistress. 

Mistress Makes Plans for her European Trip

Next week, Mistress is off with her mother and sister on a tour of two Eastern European Countries. In total, about 12 days on the road, visiting some places she has always longed to see.

The odd part is that its also the longest Slave and Mistress will have been apart since… well, since we began living together nearly 20 years ago.

Mistress has mixed feelings about that, I know. She looks forward to her journey, but also has some insecurities about what trouble her Slave might get into when left so long to his own devices.

(Not that she has anything to worry about, mind you. I can stay out of “trouble”, and will have work to do and teens to hover too close to while she is gone.)

SO there has been some ongoing chatter here these last few weeks about the protocols that will be followed while she is away. On the drive home yesterday we talked it over some more.

“Slave, I was telling M about what plans we’ve been making….”

“yes.. and what did you share, Mistress?”

“Well…. that you’ve ordered some plastic numbered locks for your cage.”

Yeah… the cage…. I’m supposed to wear it whenever I leave the house, and send her little email photos of me in it at work….. maybe with a newspaper showing the date, like when those Euro-radicals of the 70’s would kidnap some Italian right wing Mayor’s wife.

“I told him that you are supposed to masturbate no more than once a day, and then write about what you were thinking when you do it.”

“That’s pretty indulgent, Mistress.”

“I know, that’s what he said…. He seems to think you should be in the cage the whole time I‘m gone…. That I should take the key with me.”

“Nice…. I’ll remember that for his next annual review….”

“But I think that would be too cruel, Slave….”

“You are very kind, Mistress.”

“No coming for 12 days would drive me insane Mistress…. What’s the use of an insane Slave?”

“I told him I was going to type up a list of tasks for you to do while I’m gone….”

“You mean I’m supposed to do something other than masturbate?”

“Yes…. There will be tasks….but then he said he’s going to prepare a list of protocols for me to follow on the trip, Slave….”

“Oh goody…. The worm turns….I bet that will be interesting, Mistress.”

And it’s also true, that Mistress will be missing M over those 12 days…. After all they are in touch just about every day too. I guess I will need to me a little more empathetic to both of them during this separation.

If M lived near here maybe we could go bowling or something.

It was threatening to storm by the time we got home, so we skipped the bike ride we had planned, and Mistress got some relatively quick worship before it was time to sit down for dinner with the teens.

Mistress had more work to do for a while after dinner, but we also had some plans for bedtime.

During the day, Mistress had texted that she was going to shoot for the reverse cowgirl, to see if it lived up to all the hype we had heard from Donna and M these last few days.

By the time we went upstairs, Slave was a little tired, not too sure that all that potential exertion was in the cards. But Mistress was undaunted.

“Go put in your device Slave (my aneros), and get in bed!”

We cuddled, cajoled, fondled and provoked. Soon Slave had overcome his initial fatigue, and my work-a-day cock was more than ready to be mounted.

Mind you, no props were involved for this first go round. No boots. No cowboy hat. And, thankfully, no spurs.

Mistress had no problem climbing on board. And my cock was not stressed at this unusual angle.

Mistress was squirming and sliding back and forth, looking for the right angle of attack.

But…..

No magic.

I mean, the view of Mistress’s bottom was divine. And I could stroke her back and reach around to fondle those lovely breasts. And I was NOT distracted like the guy in the photo.

But….

There was no carnal pizzazz there for either of us.

Soon Mistress had reversed her self, switching to the full frontal cowgirl.

And the magic was back. Mistress was riding my cock to a full gallop, with a few fallen logs to vault along the way. And the cums came, and went , and came again for her. There must have been three in relatively quick succession, until she collapsed onto me, rolling off, then onto her back so that Slave could finish the job.

And when I finally did…. I was in no hurray…. Well, I had my own rather extraordinary explosion that left me gasping for breath on top of her.

Yikes.

Afterwards, as we came down to earth, we rehashed why the vaunted reverse cowboy had not been a big hit for us.

“The eye contact was missing Slave…. I like to see you.”

“Same here, Mistress….”

And the angle that Mistress uses to press herself against me when she rides facing forward may give her just the sort of special friction she needs for those mega-cums.

Ah well, to each his own. Maybe we’ll try it again sometime with the boots and hat and see if that makes a difference.

Oh…. One thing I forgot, Mistress solicits our readers’ input on any other precautions she should take or tasks she should assign her Slave while she is off to Europe….

But please, be kind! Mick is just an over-pampered house Slave.

MIstress's MIA Slave.

Don’t you love Tax Day?

No, I’m not some cranky Tea Partier, who angrily demands that the government keep its grubby hands off my Medicare. I really don’t mind paying taxes.

What I mind is that no mere mortal can figure out how to fill out those forms these days. I mean, even the Secretary of the Treasury screwed up using some off the shelf software package.

So I have come to rely on the time and talents of a Partner who does this for a living. But the trouble is he always seems to save me for last.

I know, you say, “Beggers can’t be choosers.”

But Don’t you think his feelings would be hurt if I told him I was relying on H & R Block this season . (They do the massive UCTMW returns, though maybe I should see who does GE’s tax planning and prep next year).

So Slave was a little more than stressed out as the time ticked away late yesterday afternoon, and I was still waiting for him to make some final tweeks and print out the state, federal, local, and school district  returns for us and our sullen teens.

Mistress had stopped over for lunch – and some worship – around noon time, hoping to be able to sign off. But, of course, they were no where close to ready by then.

By the time we climbed in the car and headed home – checks finally written, multiple envelopes sealed, and deposited in the building’s mailbox moments before pickup, old Mick was more than a little frazzled.

Now that does not mean to say that Mistress didn’t get another round of worship before we took a bike ride. Of course she did.

But later that evening, after she spoke to M, her “personal trainer”, out on our deck for 15 minutes or so, Slave was probably not the best of submissive sexual companions.

“M was telling me all about that Reverse Cowgirl position, Slave.  He says he first tried it when he was 22 or so….”

‘And what does he have to say, Mistress.”

She was settling into revisions of a work project on her computer, as I caught up on the blogs I had missed during the day.

“It takes a little getting used to, but it sounds like fun…. The man gets a great view of the ass, and the ‘Cowgirl’ has a good view and chance to play with the man’s balls.”

“Sounds like an experiment worth trying, Mistress….”

“But I told him you seemed not up for it tonight Slave….he said it can wait until the morning, then.”

Ahhh. Good plan. I was having trouble thinking I could muster the energy for that sort of “ride”, as enticing as it sounded.

As Mistress did her revisions, I picked up the phone to see if Donna and Bill had survived the crazy tornado situation down in their rural paradise, not far from the Appalachian Trail.

Although the River is high, it seems they were spared the tornado craziness, and will continue to marinate in their own particular brand of crazy. Don't you think it's time she gave us an update?

Donna did share the attached  video link, about the adventures of a crazy New Yawker who goes for the all male “Brazilian”. M has been known to get a partial Brazilian ,  and has even sent Mistress photographic evidence from time to time of his “Special occasion cock” neatly trimmed. But, M, how about going for hairless in all it’s glory.

UCTMW will cover the generous tip in exchange for an action video, M!

Now I better go wake up Mistress, and see if I will be allowed to make up for her MIA slave of last night.