Mistress' s Bad Dream

Well, as promised, Mistress did impose abstinence day on her Slave yesterday.

Because she had to be out the door early, there was only time for some worship before we hit the shower. So the extra hard cock that would have been available to her as a result of that hard steel ring went to waste.  After the shower, I slid the top over the ring, and let Mistress lock things down for the day.

Before she headed to her early meeting, she mentioned a bad dream she had.

"I hate this Slave.... I dreamed that I found you in bed here with that #@!*#! (insert expletive) and it was obvious you wanted me gone...."

"Well you know that's not true, Mistress.... not gonna happen...."

"I believe you Slave, but its obviously still something lurking back there in my mind...."

She was out the door soon thereafter, all foxy in a short dark brown knit dress, brown tights and suede boots.

Muy caliente.

I knew that heads would be turning through her day.

It was a busy day for both of us .... with a little angst thrown in when we heard from our overseas daughter about some horrific act of random violence in a town where she had been with friends only a few weeks ago. Fortunately, she seemed to take it with more perspective than her parents. One more sign that she is maturing through this year away from the nest.

Mistress and Slave met up again after work, at an old and regal business club here in River City for a reception for some newly elected public officials. It's always fun to share this type of an event with Mistress, who is well known and liked by all of our town's poobahs. Slave enjoys reflecting in her glory.

And it was nice to see some old friends, with one generation passing the proverbial torch to another. It's funny how quickly we move from the "Young activist' to "savvy insider" to "old curmudgeon" phase of our lives. Let's hope my next phase is not "annoying crank". As one of our friends said last night, a former Mayor, we're all just "trying to stay relevant".

We were among the last to leave, and Slave even briefly scouted out some of the quieter rooms at the club where I might engage in a little surreptitious worship ---- a high risk but certainly blog-able  activity at this bastion of River City's establishment. But, alas, I could not find a sufficiently secure location for a "quickie".

And anyway, that blasted cage was still on.  It had been pinchy and tight all day!

When we got home at around 8 pm, I immediately offered to worship.

"In a rush are we Slave?  I bet you just want to get the cage off...."

She was teasing me.

But soon she had shed her cloths, stripped away the brown tights. She laid back on the beg, spread her legs, and let Slave take it from there. Knowing that whether the cage came off would depend on the quality of the services provided, I made sure I did my work with gusto.

Fortunately, Mistress seemed pleased, and I was released from the cage for the evening.

It was determined, however, that Slave's own satisfaction would have to wait until morning. I settled into bed next to her, my cock tingling a bit, semi-hard, satisfaction to be deferred.

Before we went to sleep, Mistress brought up the subject of her dream again.

"It was very annoying Slave....."

"If it helps, maybe you should get out the riding crop to purge those bad feelings."

"Well my bad dream isn't really your fault, is it Slave?"

"Maybe not.... but the roots are in my misbehavior...."



Was I really suggesting that she, literally, take it out on my hide?

In my view, better to let it out than allow it to fester, even if it was just a dream.

And maybe a few thwacks on my ass would distract me from that tingling cock.

A Stocking "Stuffer" From Our Western Correspondent

Here in River City we're getting ready for the holidays. Out daughter heads home from College on Wednesday, putting a bit of a crimp in Molly and Mick's empty nest "stylings".

But the demands of work remain as well. Mistress was up in our flat state capitol again yesterday, and this morning she has an extra early meeting "off campus". That presents two problems for her Slave.

After I finished worshiping her last evening, following a work out at our gym, she laid out the next days regime.

"Slave, we're going back to Abstinence day tomorrow.... we won't have time for our usual sex in the morning."

Hmmmm. Ok. I guess I can handle a day without a little action. I mean, lots of you guys do, right?

"And I want you in your cage, since we'll be driving to work separately.... no point in worrying about you being tempted. "

So here I am, blogging away, that hard steel ring already in place, but no "wake up sex" action to look forward to. It could be a long day.

Of course, Mistress need not worry. But I know the cage gives her an extra dose of security. It made me wonder though. Yesterday I saw that Newt Gingrich, a few years my elder, has taken the "fidelity pledge". ( See the link here). Of course, that will make married men in America sleep a little easier at night, knowing that Newt is no longer on the prowl and after their wives. 

But do you think Calista keeps him in a cock cage, just to be sure. Does Tiffany have a branded model similar to mine? It would probably be a great stocking stuffer in a lot of homes this holiday season.

In any event. speaking of "stocking stuffers", the WC shared with us this little blast from his ski instructor past, which I thought would put our readers in the holiday mood. It shows how, in his jaded youth, the WC found ways to spread holiday cheer: 








 

 

I used to work for a then famous French vacation company

I was a ski instructor

I had a longstanding relationship with a woman called L

She was married and I knew her husband well, they vacationed there several weeks each winter

I guess I was cuckolding him, although I didn't know the term at the time

He would go to bed early and I would be up till all hours with her in the disco and my room

I used to tell her fantasies as we fucked, one was that I should rent her to the French ski instructors for my amusement

There was one American guy named E who she thought was hot, but she didn't like because she thought he was arrogant

She was right!  But he was a friend of mine.  He is now a captain for a major airline.

Mick and Molly have seen pictures of both the individuals in question and I think they would agree that they were both very attractive

One day I told L that I was going to rent her out to E after skiing the next day

“You wouldn't…”, she gasped.

“Yes I would, and I want you to come to my room after skiing tomorrow.”

We had sex for a long time and she was red hot thinking about it

The next day after skiing she came to my room about 4, I told E to come about 4:30.  he was very keen on the idea BTW:)

I had L take off all her ski clothes so she was naked, I remained in my ski instructors uniform

I fondled her and teased her kissing and rubbing her breasts and rubbing and fingering he pussy till she was basically a quivering mass of lust

BUT

I didn't let her cum

Around 4:30 I had her assume position number 3 with her ass facing right towards the door

Her pussy was swollen bright red and dripping wet and her bottom was spread wide open showing her pretty little asshole

I had told E that she would be waiting like this and that he should just come in and fuck her

I told L that after her fucked her and left I was going to fuck her in the ass

The door opened and L literally jumped!

I stood over her and pulled her bottom open and told E to take his pleasure

He knelt behind her and pulled his pants down and mounted her fucking her hard and spanking her bottom

L started cumming right away and just kept cumming and cumming

When E was done he wiped his cock off on her ass and just left ... as I had told him to do

After he left L just kept saying over and over again

“I can't believe we just fucking did that!”

I said I know it was crazy!

Was very hot and we often talked of it later, but never did it again

L was a very good friend of mine but,  unfortunately, I strayed on her and we parted

Hope you enjoyed the story .....  I enjoyed the memories

Thanks, WC, for sharing a bit of your sordid past with us. And speaking of pictures, we do have a few of him in his "glory days" to share:

 Nice hat, dude!  And good form too!

Too Busy Sunday In River City

Molly and Mick were way over-scheduled for a Sunday.

Yes, we did get in our morning sex here, but there was no time for a proper switch day. I had to go to my office to deal with a client emergency, and Mistress wanted to get in that 9 am spinning class.

For me, it was then onto watch the local pussycats pull a sad 4th quarter fade against the bullies from Texas. Mistress caught up with some of her own work.

But fortunately, there was a UCTMW staff member available to help her through the lonely afternoon.

When I got home from the game at around 5 pm, my head hung a little lower than normal after one of those come from ahead last minute losses, Mistress had a little good news to share.

"I did fit in a little phone sex with the WC, Slave."

At least Mistress had been having some fun.

"How many, Mistress?"

"Just two, Slave...."

"And did you get out your power tool?"

"Yes, Slave...."

"Well at least some of your day was well spent, then, Mistress...."

There was time for a little nap before my cute grandkids came over for dinner, so we took a little nap, cuddled in the UCTMW executive suite.

After dinner, we did take a walk. It was luminaria night here in our charming little town, and everything was a glow. To add to the scene, a full moon shined in the cloudless sky. All we needed was a little snow to hit a holiday home run. Maybe I should have kept Mistress home, tied her to the bed and given her a suitable switch day.

But strolling in the quiet cold, all bundled up,  seemed to best way to end a too short weekend.

Putting the WC's Tutorial to Good Use

Here in River City Molly and Mick had busy mornings. We spent time together at our gym, then Slave went off to help his grumpy mother excavate and hang her Holiday lights. Mistress spent a little time on foot and finger nail maintenance. Then, by around 2 pm, we found ourselves at home ---- alone ---- until we were heading off to a Holiday Party at around 7:30 pm.

"I think you're going to get in on all this ass fucking action this afternoon, Slave...."

"As you wish, Mistress."

Sure enough, after a little reading and a nap, Mistress directed me to "get out my supplies, Slave."

I suspect Mistress was  even more enthusiastic than normal about preparing for our little ritual after reading about Suzanne's plans for Jay, and seeing that cute video from Weeds we posted yesterday.

I retrieved her harness, and "cock", and of course our little bottle of lube.Once she cinched her harness in place, she slid in to bed next to me for a little kissing and kanoodling  as a prequel to her taking me from behind.

"I want to make sure you're already nice and hard before I take you from behind, Slave...."

I must say she was true to her word. Feeling her warm body next to mind, our tongues intertwined, and considering what was to come, it was not long before my "work-a-day cock" had taken on a life of its own.

Of course, Mistress was monitoring the situation and knew it was an apt time to place me on my belly, ass avaiable to her.  It was easy for her to find her mark and drive it home, so to speak.

Soon Mistress had reached her own critical mass, and was cumming hard, moaning and thrusting even deeper into me, until she had her fill.

AS the WC described yesterday, this little exercise is not one that makes Slave come, but it sure does the trick for Mistress.

Once she'd had her fill, she rose off me, shed her harness, and told Slave to go insert "your device...."
, as a reminder of what had transpired. ANd yes, WC, that extra stimulation makes sure the cock is particularly needy.

I slid back in to bed, and, sliding next to Mistress, her fingers found "her cock" and began to toy and tease. Soon Mistress was begging for the privilege to do some of our afternoon fucking

"You know Slave, you really are pampered.... A lot of the Mistresses out there deny their slaves more often than not...."

"No doubt about it Mistress.... you're pretty indulgent."

But by now I was pretty desperate to be indulged. Those fingers, the aneros, and all of the preliminaries had Slave very close to the edge, even though we had our wake-up sex not that many hours ago.

But she wasn't done just yet.

"You know we used to have that weekly abstinence day here.... but I got a little easy on you about a year ago... maybe we should start that again... right now."

That last line was delivered as a single recently manicured finger slid oh so tauntingly up the length of my cock.

By now I was getting a little worried.

Was Mistress suddenly opening a new chapter in our  contractual relationship?

Yikes.

Fortunately, it was about this time -- after a little more particularly pathetic whimpering and pleading on my part - that Mistress indulged her Slave, once again.

"Yes, Slave.... you can fuck me now...."

Ahhhh.....