Date Night

Saturday is a traditional date night for Mistress and Slave. But last night....

At least not for Slave.

Instead, Mistress had arranged an early evening date with one of her prospects from AM. We'll call him the Chef, because he had that job a while back. (Ironically, his real name is Jay too.... how many Jays are there out there?) There seemed some potential for connection based on his profile, and Mistress decided to cut to the chase and meet him at a local bar / restaurant not far from our house, rather than engage in a long and tedious cyber flirtation.

 Suzanne will be happy to know that Mistress made clear what my status would be for the evening before she began primping for her  little date.

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

"No problem, Mistress."

We were both a little grimy after a day outside... there had been morning sex, of course. And a bike ride. Slave did some of his "field slave" activities - mowing the newly burgeoning lawn. And Mistress had spent some time out on our deck, collecting some early spring rays.

So Mistress was showering before her date, and I joined her, taking along that nasty little steel ringthat forms the base of my cage. It is a little easier to smush my cock and balls through it under the arm water of our shower than otherwise.  Mistress watched the process with a little amusement.

"What an obedient Slave.... I'm glad I didn't have to remind you...."

Unfortunately, here was a little confusion about pre-date protocol, and Mistress called me on it as she applied her make-up.

"You didn't offer to worship, Slave...."

Oops.

"Well... I wasn't sure if it's good idea to take off your sexual edge before a date, Mistress...."

"Hmmmm.... " she gave a little snicker...."clever excuse Slave...."

Naturally, I offered to make amends for my oversight, but Mistress demurred....but she did make sure I was safely locked away and that I had turned over the key to the cage for her to conceal somewhere out of sight.

Of course, Mistress looked quite fetching as she left.... a summery black dress showing a tad of thigh, naked legs and sexy but not overly slutty shoes. And a turquoise scarf and some of her SW jewelry to add a little flash. I was sure the Chef would be impressed.

While Mistress was off on her date, I did our weekly grocery shopping, then sat down tow atch the Louisville / Shockers game... which sadly had an un-shocking ending. (At least we've avoided the All Big East Refugees Championship game.)  I did get a text from Mistress letting me know all was well, and then, towards the end of the game, notice that she would be home soon for dinner.

When she arrived home I poured her a glass of wine, and began our dinner, some gnocchi with a sauce of my own creation.

"He was nice Slave.... tall....we had a lot to talk about.... he seemed very interested....but I am not sure I am attracted to him. "

There's no accounting for chemistry, is there?

"He wants to take me to dinner this week..... we'll see."

So I would say the jury is out on the Chef.  Like my alma mater's boys team, he could be "one and done."

We settled into a couch with our gnocchi, then watched an episode of a show we'd been following. By then Mistress had stripped to a nighty. After we finished eating, her clean shaven folds became a bit of a distraction there on the couch next to me.... particularly since Mistress had not seen seen clear to unlock her cock just yet.

"I'm looking forward to that opportunity for worship, Mistress....."

"I'll bet you are, Slave....."

"Frighteningly Hot"

That was how Mistress described her prospective LL when she arrived at my office a little after 1:30 pm yesterday. Naturally, I had been curious about how things were proceeding, as I sat at my desk, locked away in my cage. She did give me a brief text message a few minutes before hand saying she was "on the way" after their 90 minutes over fish tacos.

I de-briefed her as I shut the door, slid the apolstered chair against it, and laid the maroon blanket across it's surface. Mistress had dressed quite nicely for her "date", a black dress showing knee and a tad of thigh, bare legs, and black heels.

Hot.

And as she wriggled out of her black undies and spread her legs, our conversation continued as I fell to my knees, though my lips and tongue were otherwise engaged.

"Yes, Slave.... he's pretty hot... and really doesn't seem to young for me."

"What's next, Mistress?"

"He wanted to get together with me tomorrow [Friday] but my schedule is just jammed.... so we decided he'd come by the house next Wednesday morning."

"Sounds like a good way to spend 'hump day' Mistress....."

"Mmmmm...... "

I wasn't sure if that sound was generated by the culmination of my oral attentions, or Mistress already considering her plans for Wednesday morning.

"Did he try to kiss you, Mistress...."

"No, but he did give me a hug goodbye out on the sidewalk. I guess I acted a little strange, but he said 'what's the big deal.... I'm going to be fucking you by Wedneday...."

"I suppose he had a point, Mistress....."

"Plus what's strange about giving a business acquaintaince a little hug...."

But last night, after some worship, a bike ride and post- bike ride sex I did notice Mistress sorting through the photos on her eye phone.

"Hmmm.... I just can't seem to find that cock shot he sent, Slave....."

Hope she found it. It would be rude to act as if they'd never been introduced cum Wednesday.

Slave Back in the Cage

I suppose if it's worth a headline, there are some of our readers likely to conclude that Slave doesn't get enough quality "cage time". But we have been traveling a lot, haven't we? ANd you wouldn't expect me to wear a cock cage whilst skiing would you?

In any event, Mistress has a lunch time "date" with her prospective latin lover, and made her plans for me clear.

"I think you should be in your cage tomorrow, Slave."

"Of course, Mistress."

She's lunching with LL just down the block from my office, and says she will stop by afterwards for some worship and to give me an update. LL knows that Mistress's "hubby" is in on their cyber flirtation so fat.

"He says he hopes I'll have some good stories to share with you, Slave....."

But Mistress remains a little skeptical.  After all, we've been to this rodeo before, and most of the guys turn out to be less than self-advertised.

Maybe these "first dates", are a little too much like opening day in River City. Lots of hype, hope springing eternal. But when they actually start playing the games.... well, it turns out that new lead off hitter, or the upgraded starting rotation are not all they are cracked up to be, right?

Fortunately, Slave and Mistress have each other to fall back upon. The whole cuckold fantasy is a hot one for both of us..... And the concept  seems to have caught on in the wider world hasn't it.  Check out this rather amusing video, one of a series, I stumbled on at YouTube. cuckold talk. But Mistress and Slave  aren't exactly having a sexual dry-spell without it are we?

Indeed, last night, there was some rather hot sex in our empty nest after our bike ride. And this morning, as a little warm up for her date, Mistress will have the benefit of Slave's work-a-day cock a little extra firm as a result of that hard steel ring that forms the base of my cage.

No, whatever happens with LL, I plan to make sure Mistress has a solid quota of cums today. But can you blame a woman for considering the merits of a somewhat larger cock mounted on some 35 year old stud?

I can't.

Cock Shot Proliferation

Mistress and Slave are back in River City. Nothing like some gray sky and snow flurries on opening baseball season day to remind you that you are no longer in the land of Enchantment. In fact, maybe "disenchantment" best summarizes our state of mind after a day back behind our desks.

Nevertheless, we move on, and at least Mistress has some "shopping" to look forward to this week as she evaluates two potential suitors.

By Sunday, she had taken over Slave's correspondence duties with a certain Latin Lover, and by the time we were riding home from the River City aerodrome that evening, he had escalated (or should I say de-escalated) the level of discourse to subjects including favorite positions, threesomes, bondage,oral sex, etc. 

"I'm not sure what we'll have left to talk about at lunch on Thursday,  Slave."

Not surprisingly, he's a hot blooded fellow at 35, who has already pointed out that he would just love it if Mistress could find another woman for a three way.

"He's already got another babe involved and he hasn't even fucked you yet, Mistress?"

When he said he'd happily return the favor and share her with another guy, Mistress had a tart response.

"Don't worry, I know exactly where I can find the other guy."

Glad to know she was thinking of me.

Yesterday, he was already sending Mistress the infamous cock shot, which she told me about via text.

"What is it with guys and self-portraits of their cocks, Mistress?"

You see, Mistress has been undertaking a seemingly endless effort to root out past cock shots from her I-photo collection. The evils of "photo stream" have created a problem some of you may appreciate. Photos seem to migrate endlessly across boundaries between I-phone, laptop and whatever other Apple devices you have. Mistress found that suddenly she had 11, 000 photos on her thin little "Air" lap top, gobbling up available memory. And salted among them were not only the cute nakers photos of her that Slave sometimes takes, but also a collection of angry male appendages that kept cropping up again and again, no matter how many times she deleted them. The thought of one of our sullen co-eds "accidentally" discovering some of these photos on a family computer while downloading bootleg audio files is a source of heart burn for us.

Of course, a few of those cock shots were mine, all caged up, to show I was following the proper protocol when she was out of town,

But the ones that were thick , proud and ready for action belonged to some folks I will not name here to avoid potential embarrassment.

"Just when I though I had gotten rid of those, now.... more cock shots, Slave... Argggh."


She showed me one sample, and I suppose it was impressive, though it was hard to compare to a certtain "special occasion cock". 


"You really need to line them up against a coffee mug, pickle,  or magic marker to get the right perspective, Mistress."


We discussed the strange need of some men to get their goods so conspicuously out on the table, even before the first public meeting.




"I guess some folks take more pride in their peters, than I do, Mistress... to me it's just an accessory, but not the center of my self-worth."

"Who knows, Slave.... maybe he was afraid I would think there wasn't one there unless he showed it to me?"

"One suggestion though Mistress.... until this need of his passes, turn off the fucking photo stream."