Metrosexual?

Mistress and Slave had a very busy day on Saturday.

In the morning, Slave got an unexpected bonus.  Mistress had one of those annoying business "management retreats" starting at 8:30 am. The third over the last two months. (If she didn't have the contractual right to take other lovers, I'd be suspicious right?) 

I had been instructed to wake her at 7 am, but not to expect the opportunity to fuck her because of the early curtain call.

But at around 6:30 am, she called down to me as I was putting the blog to bed.

"I'm up Slave..... come upstairs NOW."

I surely wasn't going to argue with that command. And it paid the typical hot morning sex dividends for me, once I had worshiped her to a nice little wake-up cum.  Lucky Slave!

But soon she was up and out, and I was working on a variety of tasks. Planting flowers, inserting window boxes, filling her car with gas, some grocery shopping and laundry too.  I even visited my cranky mother and did some weed eating and gardening over at our City rental house. Definitely a "field slave" day for me.

This, btw, included a little bamboo "harvesting".  More on that later.

We were both home by around 2:30 pm, and Mistress deferred her worship for a nice bike ride in the steamy humidity.

By the time we got home, and Slave showered, it was time for a late afternoon nap.

Both of us were pretty burned out by then and we didn't wake until just after 6 pm.

There is nothing like an afternoon siesta to recharge the batteries -- including the sexual ones.

Soon Mistress and Slave were locked in a long leisurely embrace that evolved into something more than leisurely fucking .... at some point Mistress instructed me to "go insert your device, Slave....", the aneros that always sends a jolt to her cock. 

By the time I was given permission to cum, Mistress seemed to have had a couple of cums herself, and her Slave was moaning with desperation.

But at some point it was time to get out of bed.  We'd been invited by some friends to an art opening at their store / apartment downtown.  It's in an old 6 story building, built sometime in the 1890's I would surmise.  They sell furniture and fixtures and their second floor is a warren of high ceiling rooms. As we wondered about, Slave was looking for a quiet corner room where one might engage in some quick but compelling worship.  But, alas, the event was a little too crowded, and it felt a little "wrong" to simply close and barricade a door.

But we did get talking to the proprietress. She explained that all of the buying and design work was done by her husband. Apparently he has some great decorating instincts, and loves to shop.

The girls giggled a bit, as if these "talents" raised the spectre of sexual ambiguity.  

And, as I stood there, Mistress made a few comparisons.

"Sometimes I wonder about Mick too.  He's always been into Sondheim. And he's got a great touch when we decorate our house."

She raised her eyebrows with that little tease.  Fortunately, I was not in my cock cage, or I probably would have gotten a little "jolt", as she took that "Mistressy" tone with me in public.

"If he wasn't such a big football fan, I'd probably wonder..... but then I guess I know better."

Our friend was clearly getting a chuckle out of this.

"I guess it's that metrosexual thing..."

"I suppose so", Mistress responded. 

Cute.

She can be such a tease. 

But maybe she should have read yesterday's blog a little more carefully.


Now it's time for me to trim one of the bamboo rods I harvested yesterday. 

It is switch day, after all.

Cash Crop?

Yesterday I was driving to a meeting and had a chance to talk to Donna. She described Bill's efforts to find some blueberry bushes for developing  a little side business, and the thought of some fresh blueberries made Slave's mouth water.

After my meeting, I headed over to the home we own in the City, between tenants now. I had a couple of hours, some work to do in my bag, and wasn't inclined to head back downtown to the office.

AS it turned out it was a lovely afternoon, but a little too warm and humid to sit on the patio with my work.  But I did step through the back yard, what there is of it, to see what maintenance needed to be done this weekend.

What amazed mew was the burgeoning bamboo stand, that had spread like crazy even in the week or so since I had last stopped by.  Apparently a neighbor had planted bamboo about 25 yards up a hill from our yard about 10 years ago. But once the roots spreads, the shoots pop up everywhere, and fast.  Some of the tall stand alone plants you see here were not even visible two weeks ago.  Now they are taller than me. 

They seem to get long and firm as quickly as the WC's special occasion cock when he is getting one of those Waxing's of his on the UCTMW's AMEX card.

But this got me thinking. Rather than rent our little house out, maybe I should simply grow bamboo, dry it cure it and sell it on the internet to all you kinky folks into caning!

As you can see, these rods, are slim, whippy and I bet they sting like hell.  I could provide them in various lengths and sizes.  Maybe even decorate them or include fancy handles?

To do a little market research, I may want to rap some up and male them to Bill so he can try them out on Donna at his convenience.  And if I had an address for Suzanne, well, I'd be happy to send her a few too, to experiment with on Tammy, or maybe Sophie.  A little initial market research would be money well spent.  I may even pick up a few shoots to try ou here at the UCTMW World HQ on "switch" day. 

As it turned out, Mistress got off work a little earlier than planned. We had planned to meet at our City house and then head over to a fund raising event nearby.  So with a little extra time on our hands....

There was a blanket handy. The upstairs bed room was carpeted.  Pretty soon Mistress was naked, her legs spread and those clean shaven folds spread out before me.

Yum.

And Slave was naked too, by the way.  Once she was satisfied with the work of my lips and tongue, she deployed her own lips on her work-a-day cock and gave Slave permission to fuck her.

"It's the 2nd time for me in tow days on the floor, Slave....."

Ah yes, Thursday night at J's "love shack".

"Oh dear.... don't want to give you a sore back, Mistress."

Trust But Verify

The highlight of my Thursday was shortly after I put the blog to bed here and crept up the stairs to Mistress.  After she woke from her slumber her first question was "did you remember your ring, Slave?"

"Absolutely, Mistress...."

I think she's missed what that hard steel ring does when it traps my engorged cock and balls in its grip.

Sure enough, after I had finished my morning devotions to her clean shaven folds, my cock was throbbing for her, the ring putting not inconsiderable pressure at it's root.

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

No further manipulations were required on her part.... just some encouragement. 

"Ahhhh..... nice Slave....."

What ensued was some intense love making in our executive suite, and a rather explosive cum for me once Mistress waved the green flag with her consent.

After that, it was business as usual.  We showered. I slid the "cap" over my now shrunken cock, and presented myself to her to click the lock closed. 

"That should keep you out of trouble today, Slave."

Not that I would be inclined to get into trouble, but Mistress subscribes to that old Reagan line, "trust but verify."

Though the day she reminded me of my status with occassional, queries by text or phone.

"How's that cage, Slave?", or "love my caged slave."

Of course, these are little reminders that typically send a little jolt down below.  Most hours of the day I'm not all that conscious of that little device (other than on trips to the men's room).

Around 5 pm Mistress reported that she was off to see J for the evening.

I was soon headed to a political event where all the usual suspects were in attendance. Many asked where Molly was.... I was tempted to shock with a comment like "she had a date tonight", but mumbled instead that there was another "event" she needed to attend.

And of course, it was frustratingly stimulating to consider what exactly she and J were up to over at his "love shack".

I was home by around 8 pm, and had a few chores to attend to before settling down with the news and my New York Times.  Slave has no problem being home alone from time to time. And the fun part, of course, is when Mistress comes home to me.

It was around 11 pm.  Mistress had that "well fucked" look.  Gave me a kiss in the hallway. By then I was in my "sleeping attire": T shirt and nothing else. Other than the cage, of course.

"Slave, let me wash my face, get ready for bed, then I'll unlock this....." she gave it a little squeeze.

Of course it took her another 15 minutes or so to accomplish that..... then picked up the key and released me.

I guess that was the other highlight of my day.


I could tell she was not up to another round of sex with her Slave.... it had been a busy night for her.

So we snuggled close, she gave me a few highlights of her evening, and we drifted off.

"Wake me for sex at 7, Slave...."

"You can bet I will, Mistress."

Long Day Ahead

Unlike som of our blog-o-sphere friends, like Tammy over at All MIne and  Harry  at "What the Fuck Does Harry Have to Say Today?",  this relatively pampered Slave has not been spending too much time in his cock cage these last few weeks. We've been able to drive together most days, and Mistress usually gives me a pass on days when I'm acting as a "field slave" (outdoor work at our rental house), or have to risk venues with metal detectors.

But today..... well, we are driving separately. After work, Slave will be attending a rather tedious political fund raising event - the usual suspects trying to get their moneys worth from the rationed drinks and paltry munchies spread while a rogues gallery of local candidates preen during their brief introductions.

Mistress usually goes to such affairs with me, but it was a busy week for her and J, so this is the one night they were able to arrange a little get together over at his "love shack".

After our  bike ride last night,  I fulfilled my obligations under our contract.

"Mistress, would you like me to wear the cage tomorrow?"

"Excellent idea, Slave....  I don't want to worry about you off at that political gathering .... I know the temptations that can arise."

Well I suppose its true that Mistress and I met at a similar event way back in 1987.  But these days the crowds are bereft of temptation.  I mentioned this to Mistress but she was not moved.

"Better safe than sorry, Slave."

"Of course, Mistress."

So while Mistress will be off with her lover tonight, experiencing their unique brand of mischief, Slave will be safely locked away.  In a way its reassuring that she wants her cock under lock and key, to be popped loose and available whenever she returns this evening.

And in the meantime, with the hard steel ring already seated in place around my cock and balls, she will get an extra bonus in just a few minutes..... one of those extra firm and resilient treats that it always assures.

Win Win, for her, I suppose.