Cuckold Pscych 101

Another week of pithy reporting, banter and smutty photos has flown by here at UCTMW.

During the course of the week, our Senior Correspondent lost and then regained her internet connection. That means we're expecting some post from her in the not too distant future (hint! hint!).

We've received confirmation that the WC was a non-stop wanker, even back in middle school, and that Suzanne was already embracing her inner Domme at the expense of totally over-matched 7th grade boys while the Nuns were looking elsewhere.

Here in River City, Mistress and Slave have been going a little crazy over a 20 year old Co-Ed who seems to have not much to do other than hang around here in the evenings and cramp our sexually expansive style.

Tonight could be where that comes to a head.

Mistress and Slave are heading over to J's love shack for a long bike ride with him at the end of the work day. Afterwards.... well, it would certainly seem normal for Mistress to remain a little longer with him to enjoy a little of their "special" relationship, while Slave heads home.  Either he could drop her off later tonight, or she could sleep over and return on the AM.

But what if the Co-Ed has no plans tonight?

"I could just go hang out somewhere, Mistress!"

"No you won't Slave.... you might get into 'trouble'".

AS if.

So what happens tonight (beyond a bike ride) may depend on whether the Co-Ed gets her cute little sorority girl ass up and out the door, or spends another evening watching videos with her kitties.

This brings to mind a post that Suzanne shared earlier this week from the Daily Beast entitled "Cuckolding: the Intellectual Sex Fetish".  The author, who seems to have limited her research to some tacky web sites, calls cuckolding:

"S&M for Ph. D's: Cuckolding in which men watch their wives have sex with other guys, is catching on among people with high IQ's who revel in the psychological agony."

The article goes onto describe couples who engage some random "stud" to fuck the wife, with the guy watching and wanking, as the woman explains what a far superior lover this anonymous dude is compared to the pathetic cuck of a husband. The husband revels in the humiliation, but would be horrified if the stud and the wife did something like take a walk to an ice cream parlor together. Now THAT would be threatening.

Now Slave hardly thinks of himself as an intellectual, a word given a pejorative connotation back in the days of Adlai Stevenson and Joe McCarthy.  But if you've been following us here, you know that what we've been up to does not involve me watching my wife have sex with other guys, while wanking. (Well I suppose there was that strange scene involving Francois and Didi and Mistress a few months back....but Slave waited for later!)

First off, neither  J or Mistress would be comfortable with old Mick sitting back and enjoying their "show", with or without my cock in hand.  Would she welcome a chance for us both to show her some physical attention in the same venue.... now that is another story, but J is probably not there yet. And may never be.

Nor do we see J as some anonymous "stud". AS Mistress says, "he's like having a new friend, Slave, but we get to fuck too!"  They do enjoy each other's company, and are on the phone and text one another regularly.

It's really quite romantic!

Mistress says "it's like a little escape..."

And she deserves one, don't you think?

"So what's in it for Slave?", you might ask.

(Of course, Suzanne might say, at that question.... "who gives a rats ass, a good Slave lives to make his Mistress happy.... and she would be onto something.)

The Daily Beast article, and some other more thoughtful and researched pieces goes into it a bit.  The notion of "healthy competition", or "sperm competition" may express it. When it is apparent that your wife is "hotly contested" there is a little extra thrill in the chase. Why shouldn't I, after more than 20 years with Mistress, have to compete a little for her attentions?

It does seem to heat things up in our bed. And of course, it makes her happy, reflates her self-esteem at a point in her life when that can't hurt, can it?

So, sad to report Daily Beast, you seem to be way off the mark, at least in our household.

 

 

 

 

HNT / Hitachi Transit 2012

Did you catch all the hype about the Venus Transit this week?  Because of local cloud cover, I missed any opportunities to go blind through direct observation, but I did catch some rather impressive photos, like this one:

But the more I thought about it, the more it reminded me of a shot I took Sunday, as I was exercising my switch privileges. It was when I took a little frustrating "break" from using the hitachi on Mistress as she was tied face down on our bed.

 Downright Astronomical, isn't it?

I know the WC and Suzanne were skeptical about my ability to "keep it together" until last evening, when Mistress and Slave were finally reunited after a cruel two days of abstinence to accommodate her bike /cock riding sleepover  at J's "love shack". 

Suffice it to say that I always received good grades back in Catholic School under the "exercise self control" category.  I suspect the WC did not go that route, and was wanking off in the "cloak room" on an hourly basis back in 8th grade. As for Suzanne, I can imagine her mentally enslaving 6th and 7th grade boys by giving them teasing little glimpses of her inner thighs, and maybe more,  as they stold surreptitious  glances of her  down the aisle while a surly Nun was leading the daily rote recitation  from the Cathecism ( as in "Why Did God Make You?", etc.).

But rest assured, I was able to "save it" for my opportunity last night.  There was an appetizer of worship when we got home from work at about 6 pm, before heading out on a bike ride.... not nearly as long as the 20 mile extravaganza she enjoyed with J.

Then it was time for me to make dinner for Mistress and our cute Co-Ed.

But when dinner was done and the kitchen was cleaned there was no more lollygagging.

I think Mistress was enjoying the tease of it all though. She commanded me to insert my "device", the aneros, which she knew would be divine overkill. And after I brought her off with a nice lips induced starter cum, she used her soft fingers to get me to the pleading point.

Then she elected to ride my amped up cock to a few more rather dramatic cums of her own, before allowing her Slave to take his pleasure from the top. 

Ahhhh..... exquisite relief. My long abstinence nightmare was over. And, yes, dear friends, it was certainly worth the wait.

Mistress Goes for a "Ride"

Mistress was able to stop by at my office shortly after lunch on Tuesday for a little drive by office worship.  Her office is farther now from mine, so our chances for me to provide a little mid-day sexual attention are fewer and farther between. But that just makes the opportunity more valued.... we chatted about the days developments as I closed the door, slid the chair against it, and fell to m knees.  She was wearing a summer dress, so it was easy for her to just slide off her black undies and spread her elgs.

All very seamless and routine, but still very nice to savor those juices as I licked and sucked her to a nice mid-day release.

For me, it would be my last chance to savor for more than 24 hours.  I had a work event that evening at the local baseball palace, so Mistress made arrangements for a sleepover at J's love shack.

"I hope you don't mind me staying over, Slave, but its so much easier that driving home late at night."

"As you please,  Mistress. I won't be home until late anyway. "  And although I missed her in the bed last night , I do worry about a late night drive home in an overly relaxed or fatigued state of mind.

Mistress called me on the way and said "I don't know what I am looking forward to more Slave.... the long bike ride we've planned or riding J's cock afterwards."

She is a tease. And she said she mentioned the same to J.

"I told him we could just become biking buddies if he preferred...."

"I bet he didn't like that idea, Mistress."

He said "only if I'm a biking buddy with benefits".

I suffered through a marketing event at the baseball game.... in my mind a combination of two rather miserable activities, since I find baseball pretty tedious (no wonder all the new baseball parks are packed with things to do other than to actually watch the game), and have never been particularly good at banal small talk designed to get someone to hire me.

But I did hear a few times from Mistress, including a text saying,

"just back from 20 mile bike ride.... maybe too tired for sex!!!"


Somehow I think the two lovebirds rallied, if not last night, then at some time early this morning.  I doubt J can resist Mistress's charms for long any more than I can.

So Slave slept solo last night, honoring the "no touch" regime imposed here.  I will be particularly horny for her tonight.

But before signing off and heading for the shower, I did want to share the following news item, worth checking out.  School Boss sacked over Explicit emails.

It seems that the Superintendent of the Des Moines, Iowa  school district, Nancy Sebring, on her way to a new job running the Omaha, Nebraska school district,  made the mistake of using her office email account to exchange rather naughty messages with a guy with whom she was having what appears to be a new and torrid extra-marital affair.  Nancy,  57 years old, seems like the all American grandma in her sensible midwestern school administrator photo. Sadly, the local newspaper found the emails through a public records request.  The article has a link to the actual emails, which suggest to me that the Superintendent might have a promising "career" as a sex blogger now that her days as a public education poo-bah have come to a rather spectacular end.

Here is just one exchange, which was nice to have as blog stuffing, particularly since Slave has gotten no action in the last day, and our Senior Correspondent's internet remains on the fritz:

At some point, she does note that she's "craving every inch of you" and "fallen hopelessly in love with your dick."  Good to see her loosening up!

Clearly, Nancy missed that part of the employee handbook which says "You work for the government. Don't use office email or equipment for personal stuff you don't want everyone in town to see."

But having known more than a few big city school superintendents in my day, its good to know that at least one of them has a sex drive and knows how to use it.

All in all, a cautionary tale for those of our readers who are tempted to comment here via office email, or let it all hang out on their office issued PDA's.

It's why Slave and Mistress both take their personal laptops to work!

Donna Goes Domme

By Sunday I had noticed that the typical snappy cyber banter from Donna, our Senior Correspondent had fallen silent. So I picked up the phone to give a call to her and Bill down in the wilds of North Carolina, where beast and homophobe live as one.

I suppose it was possible that they had just gotten into a long scene involving the "excruciating" sufferance by Donna of multiple orgasms under Bill's calm but stern hand.  But I wanted to check to make sure they had not succumbed to a mud slide, or a Cherokee uprising.

As it turned out, it was worse than I imagined: the good folks at AT&T had somehow fucked up their internet connection. As Donna recounted (i.e., ranted) to me, they had been persuaded to switch out from that old fashioned (but reliable) DSL service to some sort of new fangled service that was supposed to be oh-so-much better. That involved disconnecting the DSL service, and hooking them up to the new service in what allegedly would be a single seamless service call.

Right.

The DSL was disconnected all right.  But the crackerjack AT&T "technicians" were unable to consummate the new service. The horror of Internet Interruptus ensued.  They say Bill and Donna may have service some time on Wednesday. But who knows?

By the time I talked to Donna again on Monday afternoon she was in a full blown internet withdrawal rage. It was the equivalent of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson going cold turkey (as opposed to Wild Turkey).

And the effects were very interesting. Donna is typically the consummate submissive, always ready to fall to her knees and open her mouth at the drop of a domly command. But now she's imagining all sorts of exquisite horrors she might impose upon  the AT&T guys should they fail to perform as promised on Wednesday.

There was something about stringing one of them from the rafters of their cabin, with intermittent applications of a flogger and a hitachi until he went insane.

Then there was a threat to suspend a whole crowd of them from the trees nearby, completely nude, and smeared with honey, so that the insects and wildlife might feast on them.

It's funny how 48 hours of internet withdrawal can expose Donna's inner sadist.

Let's hope those guys can perform adequately soon, or Bill himself could find himself spreadeagled on the bed, with nothing to do but suffer the clothes pins Donna is maniacally applying to his tenderest parts.

God speed AT&T guys!