Nest Re-Infestation

After a school year of freedom, our empty nest is refilling as of tonight. The cute Co-Ed is driving back from campus after her exam week,

Mistress and Slave will have to get used to "stifling" their fun for the next several months.

But Mistress may be taking her last liberties at home this afternoon with another Friday lunch served to her former lover Jay, here at the UCTMW World HQ.

The situation with her and Jay is certainly confusing, isn't it?

He's still texting, calling, and soliciting lunch or drink "dates". There's a bit of making out thrown in, high school  style. But Jay has this strange reluctance to pull the trigger. He pines in silence, because, as you might have heard, Mistress is married, and well, somehow that now troubles Jay. Oddly, Mistress is willing to tolerate this strange behavior from a grown up, seemingly red blooded guy.

"We've gotten to be friends, Slave.... and he's still fun to be around."

So from friends with benefits to just plain friends?

"But I suppose I would still fuck him if he ever got his head out of his ass."

Makes sense to me.

Certainly more sense than Steve, who came here last night, and went home with those freshly bought condoms still all wrapped up.

On the drive home last night, Mistress confessed that after due deliberation she just wasn't that into Steve... nice guy, but....well no chemistry at all.

So what do you do? Cancel dinner so he they both have an easy and less uncomfortable out? Or fix him  a nice dinner and then send him packing.

Mistress opted for # 2.

I mean, I had already gone shopping for dinner for three.

The two of them had a little conversation in the living room as Slave fixed dinner. And it was clear he took the news, "like a man" but with some degree of disapointment.

Mistress gave me a little aside as I popped the trout out of the broiler.

"I was afraid he was going to cry, Slave...."

Yikes.

We did make it through dinner. Steve is a nice guy, but sadly geeky and way too scrawny and unsophisticated  for Mistress.

He did have some funny stories to share with us about his trips with his wife to some local swingers clubs. And we shared our strange "dungeon" story. We had some laughs (though his laugh was a little odd and kind of unnerving).

After dinner.... well there was no "dessert" served before Mistress sent Steve backed to his wife.

Sad in a way, but no way should Mistress bed someone not compelling.

So it looks like she's stuck with Slave through the summer months. That is unless Jay decides to his head out of his Ass.

We will keep you updated.

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.