Rainy Labor Day

It had been a while since Mistress and Slave were home in River City for this wend of summer weekend. More frequently, we've been out west, or maybe at the beach in Michigan for a football game at my alma mater. And with the remnants of Isaac slowly rolling through the region it was a rather dark and rainy day here.

Not a bad day at all for chilling inside and having slow and leisurely sex. Of course, there was our traditional wake-up session, which I was able to initiate a little later than planned because the rain was going to interfere with our planned early morning bike ride.

After I made sure Mistress had her full compliment of orgasms, I was off on a little outing with my cute grandsons, and Mistress took our sorority girl and her friend out for a mid-day brunch.

Later, we took a little mid-afternoon nap in the executive suite, and about that time Slave got some good news, though I'm not sure how Mistress received it. Due to some unanticipated family developments, J had to defer their planned sleepover last night. Now Mistress may have missed her opportunity to test her abs with J's unique brand of aerobic fucking last night. But Slave did not have to worry about whether he'd been sleeping in that infernal cock cage.

Let's hope for her sake they can reschedule before we head off to the Southwest.

Plus there was a bonus in my future: After a very wet bike ride, and the Sorority Girl's departure back to campus, we pealed off our sodden shorts and tops and had  a long pre-dinner matinee back in the executive suite. Mistress even directed me to insert that clever aneros, assuring that her Slave's cock was more than ready once I had used some of my finest worship skills to deliver a starter cum.

Now I have a much better attitude about rainy labor days at home.

The Mystery of Mistress's Sore Abs

With our Sorority Girl asleep down the hall on Switch Day, it was hard to develop the sort of loud and gaudy Switch Day adventure that Mistress certainly deserved yesterday morning. But I did administer some discrete spanks, hopefully muffled by the sounds of our classical music station playing on the radio. And as a reward for her "suffering" Mistress got some attention from her favorite power tool. There is nothing like the sight of those tight ass muscles flexing and straining when I slide the Hitachi between her thighs from behind, and Mistress pumps against it to reach her hard worked for cum.

And she was even polite enough to ask permission!  Once she was done, Slave made sure to fully exercise his Switch Day privilege of fucking her to my heart's content, first from behind, then "straight on 'til morning".

Afterwords we had a nice morning bike ride, and a rather laid back balance of the day. But Mistress did have one complaint:

"My abs are really sore this morning, Slave....."

Hmmmm.

"Sounds like J's athletic sexual stylings got to you Mistress...."

"Maybe, Slave..... am I out of shape?"

Well, as you can see from today's illustration, Mistress's legs and ass are quite firm. But there must be something about the way she and J were fucking Saturday morning that betrayed a weakness in her "core".

"I wonder what it is Mistress.... the cock riding, or him pumping into you  with your legs up?"

"Not sure, Slave...."

She and J were talking about it over the phone yesterday evening as Slave was preparing dinner for the two of us.... salmon poached in a sauce of fresh late summer tomatoes and eggplant that I must say was pretty darn delicious.

"I'm not sure what it is you did to me J, but my abs are still feeling it today."

If any of you have thoughts to share with Mistress on how to better "prepare" her abs for these sessions with J, feel free to pass them on. My advice is sit-ups, but there may be something less painful to prescribe.

In any event, Mistress's attitude appears to be "no pain, no gain". She mentioned to me yesterday her plan to head over to J's "love shack" late this afternoon, after our Sorority girl heads back to campus. With the two of us heading off to our Southwest hideaway late this week, it seems only fair that she slip in a sleepover with her lover when she can.

"But I may make you wear the cage while I'm gone, Slave.... just to make sure you don't take advantage of my absence...."

Sleeping in that steel cage? 

Let's hope she shows a little mercy.

Slave's Lonely, Caged Wait is Rewarded

Wondering how the sexual cliffhanger resolved itself here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday?

After I finished the entry, and at the appointed hour ("Don't wake me before 7:30, slave"), I walked upstairs to wake Mistress, first making sure the steel ring for my cake was safely ensconced at the base of my cock and balls.

Thank God it wasn't a cold morning here in River City.

I let Mistress read the blog, as I worshiped those clean shaven folds, giving her a little warm up cum.

But the decision was made that Mistress would be nice to her lover and not make him the beneficiary of "sloppy seconds". It had been a while since he had the opportunity to fuck her properly, so why not allow him "first dibs" of the day.

Instead, looking outside to see that the Isaac spin-off rains had not arrived yet, we changed into our riding togs and headed out for a morning ride on our local hills Back in the Executive suite, we showered together, then Mistress locked her cock up tight for the day.

She waved the little key in my face, and made a bit of a show of sticking it in her wallet, before primping for her morning "date".

She shared their agenda in amusingly blunt terms.

"We'll be going out for breakfast first, Slave.... then back to his house for sex....Should be home by around 3...."

It does sound kind of brazen when you put it that way, doesn't it. Maybe not something that works for everyone. But I happily gave her a kiss goodbye, and admired her shapely form in a sort of black tennis dress with the little gator over her left breast. I even inspected the lacy black undies she had slithered into  to please her lover. Mick's caged cock gave a little twitch at the sight and aroma of her as I kissed my wife goodbye for the day.

As for me, I settled into watching Saturday morning opener for my alma mater's football team from foreign shores. Fortunately, they rose to the occasion, unlike my work-a-day cock, that would not be doing any "rising" until Mistress returned with her key.

After the game, I ran some local errands, worked in the yard (no chain saws) and did some laundry. The sorts of things a helpful Slave should do when his Mistress is out with her lover, right?

Our Sorority girl had been out overnight at a friend's apartment, and came home around 1 pm. I told her that mom was at a work meeting and would be home around 3 pm, in case she was curious.

(Fortunately, I do think we have her trained enough to give us a call or text if she is coming home, but there is still a bit of "style cramp" here this weekend.)

And Mistress did make it home as scheduled, though looking rather dazed, her hair a bit disheveled.

We adjourned to the bedroom, informing the sorority girl that her parents would be "resting" for a while.

"So do you want to fuck me now, Slave....."

I try not to appear too desperate on such occasions, but my body language and words were definitely sending affirmative signals.

She gave me a brief summary of the day's activities.

"J loves those big weekend breakfasts, He's a regular at this place.... then it was back to his place for about two hours of sex.... that athletic thing where I'm at the side of the bed, legs up, and he's standing there fucking me....."

No doubt Mistress had her fill of orgasms over those two hours.

"It's nice you have the variety Mistress....."

Mistress and I are more typically the 20 minutes a session team, always rewarding, and suitably to two a days worked into a busy schedule.... but with J, it's definitely more of a cinematic "epic" on the rarer occasions when they can coordinate their schedules . It's like comparing a Woody Allen movie to Lawrence of Arabia, I suppose.

In any event, this talk about Mistress's adventures caused me to become acutely aware that her cage was still locked tight around her cock.

Somehow I communicated this "situation" to her, and she retrieved the key from her wallet, setting me free. I returned the favor by savoring those accumulated flavors and juices that had gathered between those firm thighs.

"Do I taste differently, Slave...."

"Absolutely....."

Her normal sweet flavors were mingled with something more primal and savory. Hard to describe. I guess you had to be there.

And after I had used my tongue and lips to please her with yet another cum, she indulged me with the privilege of deploying my liberated cock with a certain wanton abandon.

Ahhhh.  Definitely worth the wait.

But another day has dawned. Switch Day in fact. And though the sorority girl is sleeping down the hall, I do need to come up with a special treat for Mistress this AM, don't you think?

Change Up

The weekend schedule I announced here yesterday morning was scrambled a bit. The rain from Isaac is headed this way, so J decided to get his golfing in last night rather than today. And it was probably a good thing, since our cute Sorority girl decided to flee her bucolic if boring college town and come back home to visit her "lonely" parents.

So maybe it was a good idea that there was no "sleepover" with Mistress sleeping in another bedroom last night.

But that did give us some time for our own special fun. We went off for a nice bike ride once home from work last night. Then a joint shower that turned into some quality time between the sheets.  Mistress even instructed me to insert my "device" (the aneros) to assure that her cock was suitably firm and randy for the occasion.

Today's plan is for Slave to stay home and watch the early morning kick-off of my alma mater's football season. Then Mistress will be heading over to J's "loveshack" for what is likely to be a Saturday morning "booty call".

But she surprised me with some additional orders.

"I want you in your cage tomorrow, Slave."

Hmmmm. While it is unlikely that Slave will abuse his privileges without a lock down, it may be that Mistress has decided to take fuller advantage of her contractual rights.

I suppose one question remains: does Mistress plan to have sex with her Slave this AM before she heads over to J's? Or not? Who will get the privilege of "sloppy seconds" today here in River City?

We'll let you know tomorrow.