Wake the F**k Up!

Life was back to a very nice cruise control level here in River City yesterday. Mistress indulged her Slave a little earlier than normal with some mellow wake-up sex. Though first she made sure that my hard steel ring that forms the base of my cock cage was in place.

She enjoys the extra hard cock it assures during our love making. and also knows its a little harder to smush my balls and cock into after we've had our morning "activity".



When we were finished, and after a joint shower, she locked me away for the day, with plans to get together at home around 6 pm.

I did have an unexpected treat after lunch during a rather tedious day at the office. Mistress was between meetings near my office and elected to drop by. It didn't take me long to close the door, and slide her "throne" against it to squeeze a little office worship into our day. Its nice to have the taste of her fragrant, musky juices on my face for the rest of the afternoon. And Mistress seemed to enjoy a little sensual distraction during the course of her busy day.


Back at home at the end of the day, Mistress was kind enough to unlock me. Then there was a nice bike ride in the twilight. A great time to see the neighborhood deer out grazing as we churned our way up the hill that provides some intense cardio exercise for this aging Slave.

Back at home some post bike ride worship led to some pre-dinner fucking in our executive suite.

"Insert your device, Slave.... I want a nice hard one from you....."

I happily lubed up the aneros,  a very nice alternative to that danged cage.

It was a nice way to prepare for what will hopefully be a laid back weekend at home for Mistress and Slave. And I'm also looking for sometime off from that pinch cage, since we'll be driving to work today and I think I'll be getting a "pass" today.

I did want to share an amusing video with you all, realizing that I'm treading off of sex blog material in a way that could offend some of our readers. (I don't think I've kept our political leanings secret here. It's part of who we are. And as we get closer to election day this year, those of you who sometimes see our comments on their blogs can probably tell old Mick is a little more focused elsewhere. )  In any event, here's something that popped up yesterday that made us smile:

Wake the Fuck UP!

Deliverance

No, not the movie with the catchy banjo tune. Or the squealing pig.

I was finally delivered from my two days of denial and atonement here in Wednesday morning. Mistress had come home from her evening at Temple in a holy (and burnt out) state of mind. After some raucous wake-up sex on Tuesday over at J's love shack, she apparently did not have the same desperate for sexual release state of mind as her (used to be) pampered Slave.

"Slave.... I think you're going to have to wait until morning.... but I will be nice and let you out of the cage for the night."

Well, half a loaf was certainly better than none. Though I think the semi-rigid cock that greeted her firm ass as we cuddled in bed and drifted off may have been a little distracting to her.

Nonetheless, we had a good night's sleep, and my apparatus was relieved to be loose and free for the night. And we more than made up for my sad 48 hours of denial in the morning. You may have even heard my thunderous moans of release at around 7:17 am, eastern time.

After I had delivered her a few morning cums, Mistress was even in an indulgent mood.

'We're driving together today, Slave. so I'll give you a day off from the cage.  But you'd better behave. Don't abuse your good fortune."

"You can count on me.... and thanks for the day off.... it's a little tender down there."

"Awww.... poor slave....."

Can you hear a little sarcasm there?

She did let me know that as the "solo" hot chick at Temple on Tuesday evening she got a lot of attention from several of the men who seemed anxious to do something they could atone for next year.

"That could be an interesting alternative to Ashley Madison, Slave. "

"True. But it might cut into your Friday nights or Saturday mornings."

Now, in the midst of writing this morning's blog, I was interrupted.

I heard Mistress's footsteps up stairs and then her page....

"Slave.... you'd better get up here if you want some action...."

You can bet I did, even if I ended up missing my normal publication deadline this morning.

Sorry, readers... but there are certain priorities here at the UCTMW World HQ that are not deferred, even at the expense of readership.

And Suzanne will be pleased to hear that Mistress checked to make sure that my hard steel ring was back in place before I was allowed to fuck her this morning.

"One day off was all you deserved, Slave."

Atonement Tuesday

Slave is home alone this evening, waiting for Mistress to return from her evening of atonement with some friends with which she shares a tribal religious heritage.

Old Mick is more of the "Tuesday night Bingo" school of religious training, and so was able to beg out on the trip to Temple.

But in my own way I am atoning tonight.

We left off this morning with Slave still on abstinence duty, because Mistress had a sleepover with her lover J. She cut me some slack and released me from my cage once I got home Monday evening, allowing me a vigorous bike ride and a good night's sleep without one of those "wake up in the middle of the night with an ambient hard-on straining against my steel confines" incidents.

Believe me, friends. You don't want to go there.

And despite what you skeptics out there think, particularly Suzanne and the WC, I was well behaved on the "no touch" honor system.

This afternoon, I was fantasizing that when we got home this evening there might be time for a "quickie" before Mistress headed off to her rendezvous with her God.

But some work calls and the quick turnaround required meant there was no time for more than some well deserved worship for Mistress as she laid back on our bed, her lovely, athletic legs spread, and read this morning's blog entry here in our executive suite.

"You're just going to have to wait until services are over Slave..... I'm sure you can handle a few more hours of cage time. A little more atonement on your behalf won't hurt, will it?"

"I suppose not, Mistress....."

I was not going to press my luck... After all, these is still hope for some action for my locked down cock later this evening. It's not like asking Sandy Koufax to pitch in the World Series.

Is there any religious prohibition  against operating a key on a little lock on the night of Yom Kippur?

Let's hope not.

Abstinence Monday

It's been a while since we've had a formal "abstinence day" for Slave here at the UCTMW World HQ. Yes, some of you would say that Mistress is a little too indulgent of her Slave. But the screws have been tightened a bit of late.

Sunday evening Mistress announced that she would be spending her Monday evening with her lover J.

"I suppose I'm just going to have to trust you with the cage Slave.... can I count on  you not to get in trouble?"

"Of course, Mistress."

And because she had a very early meeting Monday morning, there would be no "wake-up" sex.

"Sorry, Slave.... you're just going to have to suck it up for a day."

I was off to work, safely locked away in my cock cage. Mistress off to her own meetings. She even had a lunch meeting with a guy who has been doing the "linked in flirt" with her for a few months.

Of course, we talked several times during the day. She described details of her lunch meeting, with a guy who clearly would like to make more than a "business connection".

Did you tell him you had your husband's permission for such things, Mistress? (I suppose "permission" is a little presumptive.... "contractual right" might be better).

"No Slave..... though if I had, I'd never be able to get rid of him.... and he's an interesting guy, but a little too short for me."

At around 5:30 pm I headed off to a service shop to drop off my dead laptop to see if it can be revived (apparently the genius was not all that he was cracked up to be). And Mistress was heading up the highway for her dinner date and sleepover with J.

Whether I was sentenced to sleep in the cage was still in the up in the air.  I told Mistress I was hoping to take a bike ride.... something that might put her cock and balls in some jeopardy if I did it in the steel cage.

"Call me when you get home, Slave, and I will give you my sentence.... and you'd better ask politely."

You can bet I was very polite when I got home and called her. It took her a little while to get back to me. Who knows what I might have been interrupting over at the "Love Shack".  But when she did call back, and after I politely begged for my parole from the cage, she indulged me, though only on the condition that I follow the "no touch" rule and resecure the cage, with a photo to her this morning.

You can bet that all of her requirements were met. And I know that by the end of the work day, I will be anxious to get home to her for a little personal celebration of the end of what by then will be two days of abstinence.

Can I hear a "poor Mick"?