Mistress Takes on a Familiar Role

As Slave languished in his cock cage yesterday, while tending to my normal work-a-day tasks, I traded a few text messages with Mistress.

"J's pretty fired up Slave.... he wants me to tie him up tonight."

Hmmm. So it seems J has been  paying attention to the blog and finds Molly in Mistress mode a little too hard to resist.

We had talked  a little about this last night.

"It seems every time I go out there looking for a Part Time Dom, I end up with another candidate for Slave instead, Slave."

"Maybe it's your natural role after all, Mistress...."

"I'm starting to think so".

As the day progressed, and I sat in an endless meeting, we played with the theme a bit via text.

"Did you suggest he stock up on rope, Mistress...."

"He says he has some old ties around...."

"Very Preppy, Mistress."

And I got a little push-back too.

"Don't worry, no matter what happens, you're still the lead Slave....."

"Good to hear that.... but be careful of leaving rope burns, Mistress."

Of course, all this had Slave increasingly uncomfortable in the unfriendly confines of my hard steel containment device. 

After work I headed home, did some chores, finished mowing the lawn, read the Times, listened to the folks at MSNBC rant.  At some point I probably nodded off. I awoke to Mistress coming up the stairs at the time she promised, around 11 pm.

She seemed surprisingly perky, if slightly disheveled.

"So how was your evening, Mistress..."

"Good, Slave..... a little wine.... a little sex .... a little ice cream.... a little more sex."

"Sounds productive....."

I felt a little sorry for Mistress.... she must be tired, and the morning promised another work day.  But when she graciously unlocked my cage .... well let's just say her cock was not exactly dormant."

"Do you think you have the energy for one more round, Mistress?"

"For you, Slave? .... of course I do. But put in your device (the aneros)..... it's a little late and I know that will put you in an even more desperate mood."

Of course, that would not be a problem here, but I dutifully complied, and soon found myself on my knees between her spread legs, savoring the flavors of her evening's pursuits as she recounted some of the smutty details.

"Yes... J certainly liked me tying him up, teasing him, riding his cock, Slave....."

"I'm sure he did, Mistress.....who wouldn't?"

"I told him next time I'm tying down his legs too...."

"That will give him something to think about...."

By the time I had delivered Mistress one more cum to pad her evening's totals with my hungry lips and tongue, my cock was more than primed to take matters to the next step.

Fortunately, Mistress had just enough energy left to accommodate her lead Slave.

Bullet Dodged.

Around 11 am yesterday I got the text from Mistress....

"spanking tonight, Slave.... after our bike ride."

Yes I had been a little cross with her via phone and text message. The "controversy" at issue was really irrelevant. Just Slave being a little petulant over one of those administrative duties that come up in navigating a marital household. But my tone was  something that clearly crossed the line, and Mistress is entitled to take it out on my hide when and how she sees fit.

Come to think of it, she doesn't really need an excuse at all, as exemplified by the preemptive cropping I got Saturday evening before I headed out for my St. Patrick's Day soiree and she headed over to J's house for her sleepover.

But, as you might imagine, I was not looking forward to the sting of the crop, so I did my best to (literally) suck up to Mistress when we got home .... I made sure to lavish those clean shaven folds with extra attention as she lay back on our bed, still transitioning from work cloths to biking wear.  After she was satisfied, we did out ride, with Mistress taking a second loop as Slave spent some time mowing the grass (yes.... our lawn needs mowing on the first day of spring..... but some say this whole global warming thing is just political science?)

When Mistress returned, I joined her inside, and she whipped up a lovely smoked salmon salad with fixings she acquired on her weekend outing with J to COSTCO. Then we sat down to watch another episode of Californication.

Mistress was attired in that lovely "tie-dyish" top and thong confection I got for her at Christmas, and nothing more. Another benefit of a warmer than normal March here in River City.  Remember this?

All in all, it was a perfect evening.... at least so far.

When our show was over, Mistress suggested we adjourn to the Executive Suite.

"Happily Mistress". I joined her there after taking care of the dinner dishes.

And to my relief, the crop was not on the bed.

Instead, Mistress required me to insert my "device" (the aneros), so that my cock would be of ample and sustained girth to please her.

That mission, I believe was fully accomplished.

As we snuggled later in post-coital bliss, Mistress explained her decision to "spare the rod".

"You've been a very good Slave of late.... so I figured I could let this one slide.... for a while."

I expressed my appreciation. It's nice to be in her good graces, and I do enjoy my status as pampered house slave.  (I felt a little sorry for Tammy when I read ALL Mine this morning and learned about his evening with that wooden spoon..... damn. And with Sherry watching too? )

But Mistress reminded me of my responsibility today....

"I want that cage on all day, Slave.... until I get home..... it should be by around 11pm."

Mistress will be calling on her "sex-toy", as she teasingly calls J after work this evening. I could tell she was pleased that he was out buying some Pistachio ice cream as a little treat for her this evening.

I wonder who will be licking it off of what body part before the night it done.

In any event,  Slave already has the ring to his cage firmly in place, and will let Mistress close the lock before we head off to work in separate cars this AM.  It could be a long day.

The Pheremone Effect?

Last night it was just Mistress and Slave at home here at the UCTMW World HQ.  I had an after work meeting, and Mistress got home before me and took a "double loop" bike ride on our local hills.  As I stepped out of my work costume, Mistress we stripping away her exercise shorts and seemed a little impatient with me.

"Have you forgotten something, Slave?"

Oops. I had been a little slow on the uptick when it came to offering my services.

"Sorry, Mistress....."

I tossed a pillow on the floor next to our bed, to cushion my bony knees, and went to work on those clean shaven folds, which were especially ripe after her strenuous ride in this 80 degree, end of winter weather here in "tropical" River City.  But of course, for me the taste was absolutely fabulous.  And Mistress was soon shuddering through a couple of post exercise cums.

Mistress commitment to exercise brought to mind an article that somehow popped onto my screen yesterday, and that I shared via emails with Suzanne, over at All Mine, and Donna.  It raises the subject of women who have orgasms while exercising. "Core-gasms" is what some folks call them.  I know the WC will find this inspirational the next time he goes to the gym, and ponders all those women on the stationary bikes, so here is a link, Miguel. Maybe this will get your mind off the sad demotion of Jesus's favorite QB on the Donkeys' depth chart.

Afterwords, as Mistress had a late snack and we prepared to catch up on an episode of "Californication", we shared details of our day.

"I was standing in the driveway, on the phone with someone from work, and that doctor down the street (the one I threatened to  call to help with condom removal on Sunday) actually pulled into the drive behind me to talk ..... he was very flattering in his comments on my appearance, Slave...."

"Who can blame him.... you are muy caliente, Mistress...."

Later, on the phone with  J, Mistress shared this little story with her new lover, and they speculated about whether all this sex has pumped up both of their pheromone output in a way that has other folks taking notice.... sort of like the proverbial cat in heat.

"J says he's noticed the same thing.... women at the gym suddenly coming up to talk to him, or ask him for golf lessons....."

"No doubt they'd like the feel of his hands on their hips, Mistress, guiding them into the proper position .... or the feel of his "club" pressed between the cheeks of their asses...."

"Hmmmm.... do you think that's how he teaches golf, Slave....."

I searched for  a little intelligence  on the subject this morning, and think I found a picture of J using his unique style of golf instruction with one of those curious ladies.

I'm thinking those ladies clubs gathering cob webs in the basement may see the light of day again after all.

Retrieval and Release

Both Mistress and Slave were a little tired yesterday.

I had been out late with the  Irishmen, celebrating our common cultural heritage and affinity for Jameson. Mistress had her marathon sexcapade sleepover with J.

At around 10:30 am, I got a call from her with notice that she would be home by 11:30. They were just "finishing up", and reviving themselves with some coffee ice cream. I suppose the sugar / caffeine combo could not hurt.  I was finishing up collecting our tax data (always a hoot), which at least is a great remedy when you need to avoid thinking about sex due to a hard steel cock cage trapping your cock and balls.

But, as promised Mistress came home withing the hour.  I, of course, had one priority: that little key setting me free. But first things first.

"Slave..... we think there's another condom lost.... would you do the honors?"

I fell to my knees. She leaned back on the bed, spreading those firm and sexy legs.

Of course, I believe it's important to get the juices flowing properly for this procedure, so I applied my lips and tongue to warm those clean shaven folds until Mistress was fully lubricated (never hard for her, I might add).

It's always an extra thrill to taste her after one of her sessions away from the marital bed, as I try to pick up the mixing of aromas and fluids that she has acquired.  And soon she was squirming under my well practiced ministrations.

Then, as I continued to ply her with my tongue, my finger slid inside, poking and probing on it's purposeful quest. I stretched farther than normal, trying to minimize any discomfort, all the while hoping to distract her with my tongues caress.

Alas, Mistress came with a moan and convulsion before my other mission was accomplished.

"Are you sure it's in there, Mistress..... I can't find anything".

She leaned back, catching her breath.

"We couldn't find it in the sheets, Slave."

"Maybe we can get that doctor down the street to pop over..... I bet he's got some instruments that might come in handy."

She gave me a gentle slap to my ass.....

"I don't think we need to panic yet, Slave.

Fortunately, despite my 'mission fail' , Mistress was feeling merciful, so she reached for her little key and unlocked her Slave's increasingly distressed cock from its unfriendly confines.

Ahhhh. Free at last. (Yeah, I know, some of you guys go for days in that thing.... I feel your pain!)

But any further relief would be deferred. We decided to go for our bike ride instead of further indulgence, hoping that maybe some exercise would drive that little rain coat down to more reachable turf.  But even after that exercise, Slave's questing fingers came back empty.

And Slave was getting increasingly frustrated. The back of my mind was saying "fuck the lost condom, let's just fuck!", but we were both a little concerned about driving it any deeper into those clean shaven folds.

As it turned out, resorting to the internet was the ticket. Mistress googled "Finding a lost condom in your vagina", and found a technique that worked wonders. She made sure to call J with the good news. All three of us were relieved, though I did coach both of them on techniques that might avoid this little problem in the future. Always the helpful Slave, aren't I?

This successful retrieval paved the way for some luxuriant afternoon sex for Mistress and  Slave in the executive suite.  I mean, it had been almost 24 hours since  the last time this poor Slave had been given the chance to beg to come, and Mistress gave her consent!

While I had missed Mistress during her little sleepover, her absence clearly had made my heart grow even fonder, and her work-a-day cock was even more desperate for her.

Is that why this whole cuckold thing seems to work well for both of us?