Better Fashion Choice

Slave found some baggy grandpa jeans in the closet. Maybe not much of a fashion statement. But not a threat of decockatation when combined with my cowboy boots for a night at the local Cantina. 

Mistress Checks In ... and Up On her Slave

Mistress has figured out how to get a wifi connection at their exotic location, and we've talked a bit over the last day. She's 11.5 hours ahead of me, and spent the day celebrating the Dali Lama's birthday. (No doubt our cute Co-Eds were rolling  their eyes, and longing for some trashy "Housewives of Las Vegas"  time).

She did check to make sure I was performing my daily task, and wanted to verify that my attention was focused on her when I "did the deed".  Of course, I reassured her that she was at the center of my thoughts.

As for Mistress, well it sounds like the opportunities have been thin.

"Have you been able to take personal liberties, Mistress...."

"Ha... not with [her mother], rolling around in the bed next to mine...I'm like those Tibetan monks.... I've taken a forced vow of chastity for the duration...."

No I guess its unlikely that I will be cuckolded by a Buddhist monk. I suppose there is a chance she will run into some Indiana Jones type character who will take care of her needs on expedition. But I doubt her Mother would let her slip out of her eye-shot for very long.

She did send me some photos via Viber (a miracle App as far as I am concerned) which confirms how exotic the locale is.... looks like those roads are scary. ANd she describes sometimes unnerving military checkpoints along the way.... though everyone so far has been polite.  Nevertheless, I will be glad when they are home safely.

And I suspect I will have one horny Mistress to take care of when I pick her up at the airport a week from Monday.

Slave's Bad Fashion Choice

Here in our little corner of the Rockies, the locals put on a festive 4th of July, with our funky little parade drawing "floats" and spectators from far and wide.

I hosted a little "pre-gaming" get together for some of our friends before the parade, but without Mistress to co-ordinate the spread....  all they got was some chips, salsa and beer. So much for my "Hostessing" skills. We did make a little video that I emailed to Mistress to show we all missed her presence.

Some of the floats picked up on recent headlines in the quirky way that you come to  expect here:

 But to this guy, among a crowd supporting leakers Bradley Manning and Edward  Snowden, I only have a two word response: "Nathan Hale!"

After the parade, there was the big pig roast in the orchard of a local restaurant. Live music, pork, beans, cobbler, all capped off my the big jalapeno eating contest!  The winner ate 32 in 3 minutes.

Glad She wasn't staying at my house.

I wandered back to our hideaway at around 3 pm for a much needed nap, planning to go see some live music at a local brew pub down the highway a bit.

Naturally, since members of the opposite sex were likely to be about, I followed instructions and smushed my balls and cock into that infernal steel cage.  But this is where I made a poor decision:

I picked a pair of jeans out of my closet. Now these are kind of old, relatively tight fitting jeans. Well at least they've gotten tight. Do you think high altitude and low humidity shrinks cotton?

In any event, by the time I had zipped up and buttoned, things were a little tight in there.  But manageable.

Then.... I reached for my cowboy boats... leaning over to pull on the boots.... ouch. The combination of tight jeans and that quick bend down to slide on the boots and pull my cuffs over them....it felt like someone was grabbing that cage and twisting.... hard. 

Damn.

Next time.... slip ons!

Happy Birthday, America!

While Mistress is celebrating America's birthday in the foothills of the Himalayas, Slave will be enjoying what has become our normal 4th tradition here in our little town - entertaining some friends and taking in the local funky parade and pig roast under what should be sunny skies here in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

Some of you will be happy to know that I followed the applicable protocol and wore my cage last night when I joined some friends for dinner and music at a local restaurant.
(And I will make sure to wear it again today for the parade and lunch.)

But it came off once I got home last night.  I know, I can hear Suzanne complaining, what sort of "enforced chastity" is going on when Slave can unlock at whim. I suppose it would be better in future circumstances like this that Mistress find a trusted "key holder" to allow Slave appropriate relief, while assuring that donning and doffing the steel confines of my device is not at my personal whim.

But how do you disclose to someone, even a close friend, that you would like to trust them with such a "personal" duty?

It's hard to imagine Mistress having that conversation with a friend:

"Hey.... do you mind keeping track of my husband while I'm gone.... you know.... making sure he's not getting into trouble, eating well, and letting him out of the cock cage for daily bike rides... he can just pop by before and after the ride. Here's the key...."

And what's the proper tip etiquette for  a "key-holder" ?  Or do they just do it as a personal favor for a pal?