To Fawn or Not to Fawn?

Mistress had dinner Monday night with Steve - sushi at a local spot she enjoys - and it sounds like there was a brief "make-out" session outside the restaurant before she headed home. I suspect she would have indulged Steve a little more but for the fact that its one of those neighborhoods where a friend of a daughter, a business acquaintance or former lover might have noticed her brazen PDA and spread all sorts of nasty gossip. Maybe there could have even been a "snap chat" taken to share far and wide.

You never can be too careful.

"So how was his kiss, Mistress?"

"He's a good kisser, Slave."

In any event, she's invited Steve over for dinner Thursday evening, a last chance encounter here until the curtain falls on our empty nest for the summer months. I am already doing some menu planning.

But you can tell Mistress is a little torn on how this budding romance will go.

"He's nice. Funny. Smart."

"And he clearly is smitten by you Mistress, based on all those texts you've told me about...."

"Oh yes, he clearly is, and is definitely laying it on."

"That's good, Mistress....better than all those guys who show some interest then just fade away...."

"Yes, but.... well, he's almost too sensitive...."

So there's the rub. Mistress likes ardor, but there is some fine line between expressing one's unmistakable attraction and appearing too much the "fawner".

"But I thought you liked fawning, Mistress..... I know I'm not much of a fawner, so some supplemental fawning might be good for you."

"No Slave.... you don't fawn well at all... I wish you'd do a little more fawning...."

Of course, after yesterday's day in the cage, I was probably a little better at showing my own ardor at the end of the day. We both left work a little early, and when I got home, I made sure to worship with a full measure of devotion, hoping that Mistress would unlock my cage before our bike ride. I must have done a sufficient job, because the cage came off, allowing me to ride without the risk of cock decapitation when I took to the hills and valleys of our neighborhood.

Then, after our ride, Mistress allowed me to deploy my finally freed apendage in the manner nature intended. Ahhhh.....

After we came up for air, Mistress did show me a rather long text from Steve which described in some detail and with proper grammar and punctuation how his own cock had been acting after their dinner together as he contemplated her charms.

"It's a little yucky, Slave....I'm not sure I want to know those details...."

"But what about the guys who send those cock shots via text, Mistress.... you prefer "show" to "tell"?"

"I suppose you have a point, Slave...."

I did notice that Steve mentioned in his text that he had found the style of condom that Mistress prefers... so it may be natural that Steve has been doing a little fantasizing about his own prospects for Thursday evening.

Locked Up Lecturer

After what some might argue is a meddlesome and persistent lobbying campaign by a certain competitor in the sex blogosphere, my beloved Mistress decided it was time for a crackdown on my liberty. 

"She's right, Slave. You probably need more cage time. Otherwise you develop an uppity attitude". 

Unfortunately, Mistress elected to commence her crackdown on a morning when I had to be out the door at 7 am to teach some clients and colleagues at a continuing education seminar. So not only was I locked up by Mistress without the normal wake-up sex which like certain over the counter products helps to "reduce swelling". I was also forced to stand and present for about 40 minutes this am. Hopefully the crowd was more focused on my desultory power point. Rather than that steely lump in my trousers that  had me fidgeting a little more than normal. 

At least there were no metal detectors at the venue to talk my way through. 

Fortunately, and unlike poor Tammy, unfairly condemned to a month if chastity, I anticipate an "early release" this evening when Mistress gets a hankering for her work-a-day cock. 

Dinner Date

Here in River City its been a little gloomy today. It would be a good night for Mistress and Slave to head home, crawl into bed and let nature take its course.

Unfortunately, Slave has to accompany some of my colleagues from out of town to dinner, in advance of a seminar we have to put in in the morning. Of course, I gave Mistress plenty of advanced notice about my inability to amuse and serve her properly this evening.

And that gave her the opportunity to schedule a dinner date with Steve, her latest AM suitor. This is the guy who she interviewed in our living room Sunday afternoon. So he must have passed that initial screening and is now worthy of some additional scrutiny.

Apparently he and his wife also have gone to some local "swinger" clubs, and she's clued in on this budding courtship.

"He said I can call her and confirm she's cool with it, Slave."

"Hmmm.... that certainly shows his good faith...."

"True.... not sure I need to do that.... but maybe we'll have them both over for dinner some time if this seems worth pursuing."

All very amusing to consider. But the ultimate test is whether there is any sexual chemistry. And the jury is still out on that one.

"He's attentive, Slave.... lot's of nice text messages, but maybe a little too sensitive."

Ahhh.... it's a difficult balance isn't it?

Too macho and aloof, then you're not attentive enough.

Too sensitive, and you're not manly enough.

It's hard to find that sweet spot. I'm not sure how Slave did it, all those years ago.

BTW, Suzanne. You're constant harping about whether I'm in the cage seems to have caught Mistress's attention.

I have a feeling I'll be wearing it tomorrow.

Just Another Sunday at the UCTMW World HQ

It's been a busy weekend for us here in River City. We had one of those civic fund raiser events to attend Friday evening, and then dinner with some friends last night that lasted a little too let, and lefte us both a little bleary eyed this am. And there were some activities with my grand kids and a visit to my grumpy mother to cram the day.

Sadly, it's our last empty nest weekend for some time. The older co-ed will be back on Friday, and the following week it will be time to pick up the other one on her lovely little college campus on the East Coast.

Where did the time go?  We're going to have to get used to keeping our door closed, the volume down, and the extra guys on the low down until late August!

So you won't be surprised to learn Mistress and Slave have made a little extra time this weekend, despite our crammed schedule, for some time between the sheets.

There was some wake-up sex Saturday morning, and some late afternoon canoodling too before heading to that dinner party.

This morning it was a little gloomy out, so we lingered a little longer in bed, reading the papers before Slave got Mistress's motor running with her favorite power tool. Afterwards, she was more than happy to have me deploy her work-a-day cock as a little chaser for that power induced cum that seem to curl her toes and other body parts.

We did take a late morning bike ride before Mistress moved onto her other business of the day.... and interview with Steve, a fellow she met through AM. The plan was to meet at a local coffee shot, and Slave was doing some "House Slave" duties here after she walked down the street for her "meet and greet".  I had just finished repairing a broken hinge on a kitchen cabinet when I heard the door open.

Was he that much of a dud that she had walked off after only 30 minutes?  She did leave without too high hopes, after a series of duds encountered over the last few weeks.  Steve is a software engineer type, about 6 years younger than Mistress, and purportedly in one of those "open marriages" where he and his wife both see other folks.

"He could be a little too geeky, Slave....nice but not 'hot'".

"You should never settle for less than "hot" Mistress."

So imagine my surprise when Mistress walks up the stairs and says....

"The coffee shop closed early Slave, so I just brought Steve home with me...."

(I don't recall whether Steve was within ear shot when Mistress mentioned the "slave" part, but that is worth considering, isn't it?")

So they are down in the living room, chatting away on the couch, while Slave adjourned upstairs with the Times and my laptop. Now I'm watching the Knicks and blogging on a rainy day with a bit of a cuckoldy edge to it.

Guess we'll have to report more details tomorrow on how this interview goes.