The WC's Story Continues

Mistress and Slave have been working hard this week, trying to log hours at work before we escape once again tomorrow morning to out Mountain Hideaway. We’ll be meeting Cute Co-Ed II at the airport late Friday evening, then heading up into the Mountains for some spring skiing.  With her around we will have to keep the sexcapades low key, at least for the first week of our “fortnight” away.  But the sun, snow and views are always an inspiration, even if we have to keep it confined to our room and come out for air to keep her amused.

In the meantime, our Western Correspondence shows that at least his imagination is on the mend, as he continues his kinky fantasy about Molly at his neighborhood sex club:

Well there would be some smokin’ hot Dommes at the party

One would come up and grab the back of your hair and pull you head back and kiss you deeply 

“Can I sit on this pretty little things face?”

“Sure .... which hole???”

“Both”

“Fine with me” 

Molly you would be soaking wet as that Domme forced you to service her

I would have her turn around facing your feet and pull your legs wide open

Holding you open with her elbows

I would take out my cock and force it deep up your cunt

It would hurt and stretch  you wide open

But I would ignore your pleas to go easy and force my cock deep inside you

Taking my pleasure

Caring little about your own

“Should I fuck her ass?”, I would ask the Domme

“Absolutely, here is some lube”

“I want to feel her moan on my clit”

You would struggle and try to get away but we were too strong for you

My finger would push deep up yoursass and I would slather my cock with lube

I would gently but firmly push my cock up your ass and you moaned and wiggled against her clit

She would reach back and grab your hair pulling your face against her, cumming all over your face

As I took your bottom

To be continued

Thanks for the contribution, Miguel. I hope you don’t mind me adding a few quotation marks. Sometimes I just can't help myself!

Caged Cocks Go Mainstream

Over at All Mine, Suzanne and her many admirers (I will be polite and not call them drooling sycophants), have been chattering this week about all the supposed benefits of orgasm denial. And it's obvious that for some the long weeks of denial have their charm. Some may never understand the need for the Caged Cock Bill of Rights, we've been promoting in this page.

As it turns out, Slave was required to wear his cage yesterday.

"Slave, since we're not driving together, you'll be in the cage...."

But there was some bracing wake-up sex before I was "shut down" for the day. ANd Mistress liberated the little guy once we were home and headed out for a bike ride.

"We wouldn't want him damaged on the bike frame, would we, Slave."

ANd this morning, even though we had a particularly early wake-up call, Mistress made sure we were able to slip in a "quickie". So, as you can see,  this Slave remains pampered and indulged. Mistress's operating theory appears to be that I will be more docile and less surly if over rather than under-orgasmed.

Vive Le Difference!

Oddly, last night, as we say down to catch up with some languishing episodes of Californication, we stumbled upon an episode that must have aired a month ago:

Marcy, the foul mouthed smurf, was requiring her estranged Hollywood Producer husband to wear a cock cage as a condition for getting back together. It seems his cock had found its way into the mouth of some starlet during several moments of weakness.

Here is the video clip:

"It's a Cock Cage"

It looks like one of those plastic models, tinted silver to look like the stainless steel industrial strength type that this Slave wears as required.

Maybe I can work in an appearance next season touting my Bill of Rights!

The Tables Are Turned

Of course, Mistress certainly knew that when she applied her riding crop to my squirmy butt on a Saturday evening, the memories would linger at least through our Sunday switch day.  I think she was sending a message, don't you?  That I had been a little too reserved in exercising my switch-leges these last few weeks.

Well I did not want to disappoint her.  So after we submissively let the socialists in Washington dictate us into all moving our time pieces forward yesterday morning, Mistress found herself bound face down on our bed, secured by those red leather wrist cuffs that go so well with her manicure.

You can see how all that spinning and biking makes for  very firm ass and thighs!

I "spared the crop", but made sure she got a nice firm hand spanking, inspired, I suppose by the WC's little fantasy about the biker at Scarlet Ranch posted here yesterday. By the time I was done, that little ass was squirming, and Mistress was whining.

"Ewww... that hurts, Slave."

I doubt it hurt quite as much as the ten strokes I got the night before, but I did not want to press my luck by "escalating" to the point where retaliation might be cruel and imminent. We'll leave that to the crazies on the Korean Peninsula.

After Mistress got a good dozen or so spanks, I slid down her panties to get a good view and prepare her for the "treat" I had planned.

As you can see, she had a nice little red glow going on that contrasts nicely with the cream color of her lingerie, and the pearly white of her favorite power tool.

Rest assured that I dragged our Mistress's "torment" for a while at first denying her plaintive cry for permission to cum, before succumbing to her sad horny plight.

And after she had her fill, well I chased it with a little intrusion from her work-a-day cock, taking her first from behind, and then, after rolling her over, in the more conventional way.

Hopefully, Mistress's not no subtle hint that it was time for her Slave to Switch-Up properly was fulfilled!

He's BAAAACK!

Slave got a rather cruel cropping last night from Mistress, resulting from an unfortunate turn of phrase I used over dinner that she found to be impertinent. And in retrospect, I it was certainly a poor choice of words on my part.  My ass still tingles a bit this morning. I do find it encouraging that she took firm and deliberate (if painful) action to deal with my transgression rather than sulk about it!

But I have to wonder… why would Mistress give her Slave a cropping on a Saturday night, unless she was hankering for some serious “pay-back” on Switch Day? It really makes sense in a Freudian sort of way doesn’t it?  I’ll try to make sure not to disappoint her this morning!

But today’s post isn’t about me whining about a tender bottom, it marks the return to this page after a long and convoluted convalescence of our Western Correspondent. He purportedly was at “Muerte’s” door any number of times over the last few months according to the scrawled notes in Spanglish of some “Doctor” who signed off as “Fredo”, that occasionally arrived by fax everytime we threatened to cancel his Amex card these last few months. Quite frankly, we were afraid Miguel would never wank again, let alone generate any more column inches for this fading media empire.

But just when we had given all hope, and were prepared to shut off the utilities at our Mountain Zone satellite office once and for all, Mistress received the following under her electronic transom, indicating that, at least, our WC has gotten back some of his “faculties”:

Had a hot fantasy about you this morning

And had a great orgasm!

Thought about you coming to Denver and I took you to the ranch on 50 shades night

For the drive there you would be naked with your hands cuffed behind your back but with a long coat on till we go inside

Then we would check your coat with the coat check girl and I would put a collar and leash on you

I would lead you up to the bar with everyone watching you

We would stand next to a very tough looking but handsome biker guy

He would say “may I ?”

“Sure...”

He would grab your breasts and squeeze them 

Also pinch you nipple hard as you gasped and your cunt flooded with moisture 

He would take a big thick finger and shove it up your cunt

And then make you lick it clean

“She is a horny bitch isn't she….”

Clearly........”

“Can I put her over my knee ?”

“Sure ….”

I would love watching as he blistered your bare bottom

As you screamed and fussed

He would pull your ass cheeks wide open and look at you jamming his finger up your cunt

And once lubricated up your ass

“Can I fuck her?”

“Not till I do....”

He would give you one final swat and the grab your hair and pull you off him

“Well then I am done with her….” 

I would sit on the couch and order you down to your knees and take out my cock and balls

“Worship it Slave!!!”

You would slobber all over my cock as I pushed it down your throat

Fucking hot Molly........

Many people would be watching as all this happened

“Enough “….I said as I zipped up

“I want to cum in your cunt or ass later”

I would lead you by the leash around the party letting men and women fondle your breast, cunt and asshole

Some of the women would take particular delight in rubbing your clit, pinching your nipples and pushing their fingers up both you holes

Grabbing your hair and making you say how much you liked it

Now this is where the story ends on the email that Mistress forwarded to me…. Maybe there is a 2^nd chapter coming? Or maybe Mike got a little “distracted” at this point in the narrative.

But at least we now know he’s “cuming around…” so to speak.