Missed Opportunity

Mistress and Slave are jetting west as I type this, exploiting the overpriced and underspeedy in flight wifi to reach out to our dozens of regular followers.

We were up so early that we had to forego our regular wake-up sex, which means your editor has  actually gone 24 hours without an orgasm to speak of (though Mistress did get some worship through the aperture of her peek-a-boo tights last night when we got home a little later than normal from a social / political event.

After We packed up I switched on the opening minutes of the dreaded confrontation on the hard court between my own alma mater and Suzanne's own Alma mater. It made me realize that I had forgotten to communicate the terms of a potential UCTMW v. All Mine wager on the outcome of the game.

I figured my team, ranked 24 deserved some points against her team, ranked 12. They had split home and home games in the regular season. I would have asked for a 10 pt. spread, but would have been prepared to settle at 5. Heck if browbeaten by Suzanne, I might have taken a straight up bet, with no points for the obvious underdogs.

But what about the stakes?

I know Suzanne would have wanted to propose something involving me in a cock cage for several days. But that would have unfairly denied Mistress the pleasures of her work-a-day cock. So unfair!

But what about spanks: 10 for me with the crop if my my team lost, with the sentence executed by Mistress Molly.

And if Suzanne's team lost? 10 for her via wooden spoon, imposed by Jay.

I doubt he would mind playing his role, since he had no dog in this particular hunt.

I suppose I could have emailed Suzanne once I realized the game was starting. But then I saw those puke green uniforms and watched as my lads fell behind by double digits within minutes.

Sending up rocks at the basket!

I turned off the TV in disgust, glad that I had not been suckered into that wager after all.

But when I awoke this am, before jumping into the shower with Mistress I checked the score:  my team had rallied and won going away.

Suzanne, you would have taken that bet, right? 

Admit it.

And if so, well Jay.... go for it.

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!