Torn from Today's Headlines

Over at All Mine they've been doing lots of spanking of late.  Apparently they're not the only ones:

Landlord Charged with Spanking Tenant Over Late Rent

Snow Day

It actually snowed in River City yesterday - the first real snow of the winter, though only a paltry 3 or 4 inches. It was wet and heavy, clinging to the trees and bushes.

But it did allow local schools to use one of those reserve snow days, and provided a good excuse for Mistress and Slave to "phone it in", through the AM.

That meant a little extra hang around in bed time.

Mistress had slept in the peek-a-boo tights, which I had been allowed to fuck her in the evening before.

"It's a little cold Slave.... you don't mind if I wear them to bed do you?"

Duuuuh.

That meant that I was allowed to feast on her after my morning coffee, and then press her work-a-day cock home through that sexy aperture with her full permission. The texture of those tights sliding against my thighs and balls is always .... compelling.

We need more snow days!

Free at Last! And a Movement is Born

After a long, uphill battle, the tireless struggles of the Tammy liberation movement have finally born fruit.... late yesterday afternoon, word filtered out from behind the tall foreboding walls over at  All Mine  that Suzanne had finally relented in her cruel and unusual punishment and released Tammy's "clitty cock" from its close caged confines after 15 brutal days of denial, spanking and forced oral pleasuring of the entire cast of characters there.

I want to thank all of you who rallied to Tammy's cause. But for your efforts, I suspect her punishment could have gone on for what? At least another few days?

No doubt Tammy's plight will go down in sex blog annals as comparable to the long and heartless solitary incarceration of Nelson Mandella on Robben Island at the hands of the South African apartheid regime. And while Tammy may have thought she was alone and isolated in her suffering, well let's hope by now that she knows that the (sex-blog) world was galvanized by her plight and rallied to her side.

The Whole World Was Watching!

Thankfully, Tammy was released before we had  to resort to civil disobedience, such as mass protests displaying caged and liberated cocks at all "March Madness" venues, as we had been scheming until we heard the "uplifting" news. 

Of course, our movement does not end here.

It is just a beginning.

The "Tammy Liberation Movement" will now evolve into the "Cock Liberation Movement". Tammy is now the "Rosa Parks" of our movement - That historic figure who's quiet courage  finally got the ball rolling.

Of course, We will need a logo, a 501(c)(3) entity to accept tax deductible contributions, and maybe even a Super PAC to fund lobbying and TV attack ads in the next election cycle. Our goal is clear and we will not be deterred. We must convince the Congress to adopt and the President to sign into law the

CONFINED COCK BILL OF RIGHTS:

1. No cock shall be caged for longer than 7 days without an intervening 24 hours of freedom.
2. No Wearer of a Cock Cage Shall be Simultaneously Forced to Wear a Butt Plug or Be Subject to Strap On Play.
3. During the at least weekly  24 Hour Release Period, the Caged Cock Will be Granted Full "Exercise Privileges".
4. The Caged Cocked Confinee shall have access to the lubricant of his choice throughout his confinement to reduce chafing.
5. Like professional Tennis players, the Caged Cock Confinee can call a "time out" for medical attention and treatment as needed. (But if the time out is deemed a bogus effort to rattle his Mistress, then confinement can continue for an additional 7 days).
6. Any Mistress imposed "equipment change" can allow the Caged Cock Confinee to trigger an immediate end to a round of confinement (The Rory McIlroy rule).

I suspect once we focus group this Bill of Rights, we can add some additional bells and whistles. Maybe we can exploit the popular Zeitgeist by call this "COCK SEQUESTRATION" instead of Confinement?

The possibilities are endless. I may contact Rachel Maddow's booker to kick this movement off with a bang.

As an aside, I must say that one thing about Suzanne's liberation posting sparked my curiosity.

She mentioned that over the 15 days of his ordeal, Tammy's chastity device was  locked with one of those numbered plastic locks, rather than the keyed lock she typically uses.

Was that because she didn't trust Sherry, her designated keyholder / babysitter to keep her hands off Tammy's cock?

Just wondering.

Improvisatory Switch Day

Mistress and Slave are back in River City, once again, deep in the midst of another  crazy work week.

But our Sunday on the Cute Co-Ed's College town was relatively laid back. We took full advantage of the lake view suite at that old state park lodge. And while I did not pack all of the accouterments of a proper Switch Day, I was able to improvise.

A belt from a fluffy robe was used to bind Mistress's hand in front, and then to the post of the bed.

And then I surprised Mistress with her favorite power tool, packed surreptitiously at the bottom of my bag.

"Oh, Slave.... a treat."

I suppose I could have spanked her, but she'd been a good girl all week. ANd she certainly looked fetching in the cute nightie I had bought her for V Day, her lovely breasts peeking out in her bound "discomfort".

So I just gave her one of those slow building mega-cums that had her begging for permission before she was allowed to take her full measure of pleasure.

And after that.... well I made sure to take my full measure of pleasure too.

After our wake-up sexual interlude,  we planned to just chill at the Lodge until it was time for the birthday dinner for our newly minted 21 year old.  But she surprised us with a call at around noon.  She and a friend who had driven in from another college town for the birthday celebration were "bored".  So they drove out to check out our Lodge. They even brought along some guy who seems to be our daughter's kind-of-boyfriend. But a walk in the lightly falling snow down by the lake soon had them ready to head back to campus, leaving the two staid old parents to their own (secretly perverse) devices for the balance of the afternoon.

Dang.