The TSA Wants the Key to Your Chastity Belt

Sometimes I wake up here at the UCTMW World HQ  without a clue on what I will write about. And this morning, with the need to wake Mistress by 6:30 am if I am to have my chance for wake-up glory, there was a little extra pressure to meet more morning deadline.

You're probably tired of me reciting the glories of wake-up sex, or the thrill of worshiping Mistress's clean shaven folds at the end of the day. There was no news on the J / Mistress front today - though he will be joining us for dinner tonight. (But alas, the cute C0-Ed will be here too.)

But then I noticed Suxanne's comments over at All Mine about a recent TSA Blog that notes the discovery of a chastity belt by an airport scanner. The writer notes that such devices are not specifically prohibited, but suggests it's not wise to travel with them without the key.

Of course, this raised Suzanne's eyebrow: as she noted, I've you've got the key, what's the point? (Unless you are traveling with your Mistress and she's got the key!)

And I also had to wonder what exactly the folks at TSA would want to do with the key.  WOuld this be like discovering a treasure that someone would want to convert for their own use?

Images of being pulled into a private viewing area by a well armed, long legged TSA inspectress come to my smutty mind.

"I need to perform a more complete inspection, Sir, before I can send you on your way...."

Back in the day when Slave was commuting to see Mistress on the weekends, there were some times when I was required to wear my CB 2000 on Delta. We had those little numbered plastic locks.  It was always a pleasure to have Mistress decide when (or potentially, whether ) to cut that little plastic lock and let me free for our re-union sex.

In those days there were no full body scanners that would detect something that was not metal.

But now that I have the hard steel cage, and rarely travel on my own, it's really not been an issue.

But I have speculated about what folks like tammy do when they are in a plastic cage and need to stand in that scanner, arms overhead, waiting for someone to titter or pull them aside.

Are there any reports that our readers can share?

Mistress's Drive By Cum

Because her new work location is a bit farther from my office, Mistress's opportunities to stop by for some mid-day stress relief have been much fewer and far between.

So it was nice that yesterday she had a meeting in my building with a client. Unfortunately, she had to bring a colleague along, a junior member of her staff.

But that did not deter her.

She mentioned the possibility of a "drop by" at around 11:30 am, and she surprised me when she waltzed into my office at a around 11:20, clearly with mischief on her mind.

She entered closing the door behind her, but was in a bit of a rush.

"I told 'Karen' (her staffer)  to wait in the lobby for me, Slave.... that I had to see you about something...."

I was already up out of my seat, sliding the chair into place against the unlockable door.

In my haste, I forgot to place the absorbent maroon blanket I normally use on such occasions on the blue upholstery.  Ah well, a little Mistress juice won't do much harm, will it?

I did have a chance to take this photo with my I-Phone, if only to show you her nice summer frock. And those well exercised and tanned legs.

I was already on my knees to capture an alternative camera angle, so simply crawled to her pressing my face against those delicious thighs, and worming my tongue and lips to the cusp of her clean shaven folds.

In no time, Mistress was squirming as I poked and probed my way to the spot that took her over the top, her head gently bumping against the door as she stifled a moan of release.

I guess it's lucky that the intern delivering the mail this week had already made his rounds. I'm not sure he knows the protocol of not opening a closed door.

Her "business" concluded, Mistress wriggled back into her undies, now the picture of purposeful lady executive again. Total elapsed time?  Maybe 5 minutes.

"Thanks for the lick, Slave...."

"My pleasure, Mistress.  I hope Karen didn't mind the wait."

Color Co-Ordinated Mistress

Mistress had another challenging schedule yesterday, balancing time with the two men in her life.

I was told to wake her at 8 am, which gave us two hours together, which, as you can see, were used constructively.

After some newspaper reading, Mistress found herself with those red cuffs affixed to her wrists, arms locked behind her, and available for whatever her slave had in his devious mind for Switch Day.

Don't you like the way her nail polish matches those cuffs?

There was some spanking, much caressing, and, of course, the application of her favorite power tool. The churning Hitachi soon had those well exercised ass muscles flexing with purpose, and Mistress begging for permission to cum. 

As you can imagine, I was indulgent.

She did make some lovely mewling sounds as my anxious to please her cock took her from behind, her hands now fixed together above her head.

All in all it was a lovely switch day, made all the more pleasant by the fact that our cute Co-Ed had fled the nest to visit a friend for the weekend.  It was nice to ahve that empty nest back again.

But by 10 am, Mistress was off, for a long bike ride with J over in his more pastoral neck of the woods.

I had some chores to do, and a grumpy mother to visit.  I heard from her at about 2 pm, via text.

'Went for a 25 mile ride, Slave ... see you soon."

And I did, at around 3 pm.

"I showered over there Slave.... and there wasn't really sex...."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, he did insist on licking me down there Slave... he's like you about that...."

"I can't say as I blame him...."

Well, I was going to go on a little longer this morning, about our early dinner together, but Mistress is paging me, and I hardly want to miss that window of opportunity, do I? .  I'll close, with a shot of Mistress's color co-ordinated ass after our morning switch!

The Demanding Task Mistress

You probably have gotten the impression from these reports that Mistress is a devoted exercise fiend. And it's probably good for the well being of both of her men that she likes company when she exercises.

Left to my own aging body's proclivity for inertia (What's the rule we learned in Physics?  an object at rest tends to stay at rest, while one in motion tends to stay in motion), I would more likely than not find a place in the shade on a hot humid day with a newspaper or good book than try to increase my heart beat rate.

But Mistress likes to jump on her bike or go to the gym every day, and usually can persuade me to come along. Of course, when I do, I always appreciate the benefits, including watching Mistress's shapely ass and legs as I trail her up a steep grade.

Now Mistress has sucked her lover J into this routine. He's more of a golfer than someone into a hard core cardio fitness regime, but she's got him leading her (and sometimes us) on long rides through his hilly neighborhood, which is much more pastoral than our own.

Although it sounds like things got off to a slow start yesterday morning, which ties into something that may distinguish women from men.

She had spent the night, and I was leaving the UCTMW World HQ around 9: 30 am to pick up my cute grand kids for a swim, as my phone rang.

"Hi Slave.... just getting ready to go for a ride.... I'll see you around 1 pm back at home for sex... will you be ready for that?"

"Absolutely, Mistress!"

But then, at around 10:30 or so, I got another call as I was sitting at poolside, watching the two cuties paddle around in their water wings.

"Hi Slave.... still trying to get J moving.... should be biking soon....."

Hmmm. Wonder what had deterred their earlier departure, I'm thinking.

Back at home later, as we were shedding our clothes, Mistress filled in the blanks.

"Well we had some rather ... vigorous sex in the morning, Slave.... and he went back to sleep.... I had one hell of a time getting him up and out of bed."

As she was telling me her sad story, I followed her direction to insert "your device", the aneros, as a little extra stimulant.... not that my cock needed any more encouragement after nearly 30 or so hours of neglect.

"I can feel for him Mistress.... after we have sex, I'm usually the one to nod off, while you're invigorated and ready for the next activity...."

"I suppose that's true Slave...."

I handed her the laptop so she could read the blog, as I settled between her clean shaven folds to provide her with the stimulation she so clearly deserved.

Needless to say, Mistress ultimately got J moving, and they did another 15 miles before she headed home to see me.

And this morning, her plan is to head back over there for more "riding", time I will use to visit my grumpy mother.

But fortunately, we've built a little extra time into our morning for switch day.

Gee, I hope her bottom is not too sore for the saddle.