Lost Weekend

No... Mistress and Slave did not over indulge this past weekend. But we did get a little overly scheduled, and had the pleasant company of our older cute Co-Ed, who fled her bucolic campus for "fall break".

(As an aside, WTF is a "fall break"? Was it intended to coincide with Canadian Thanksgiving, as Sin was celebrating over the weekend, complete with an overdose of nipple pain for her to be thankful for? When I was in college (back in the stone age before the internet) the "fall break" WAS Thanksgiving (the real one, not the Canadian one). So I guess now we have two fall breaks. This is the sort of thing that gives higher education faculty a bad reputation, and may explain why Suzanne over at All Mine has been on hiatus the last few days.)

By  Saturday evening we realized the day had gotten away from us.

I was snuggled up against Mistress, reading a book, after a long dinner with my whiney, elderly Mother. Mistress had a separate dinner out with her mother and sister and the Co-Ed, and we finally were home at around 10 PM.

"Do you realize the only time we spent together today is in bed, Mistress?"

There was wake-up sex, some afternoon sex and a nap in late afternoon, but other than that we were off on errands or dealing with other family members.

"True, Slave.... but there are worse places to spend time."

Very true.

Sunday was better..... some hot wake-up sex, a bike ride, then Mistress made her Slave a nice breakfast to fortify him for a little yard work and wasting a perfectly nice afternoon watching the Pussycats figure a way not to loose to the mighty Buffalo Bills, who could have used the ghost of Jack Kemp in the first half. Mistress even did some grocery shopping while I was watching the game.

When we landed up back in bed after the local team won in what should have been an unnecessary OT, when ended up back in bed again. Slave was sidling up against Mistress, sliding my hand up her thigh, and under her black skirt,  when I discovered that something was amiss.

"No undies, Mistress?"

"Does that surprise you, Slave?"

"Was this the way you went Krogering?"

"Sure..... can't think anyone would notice...."

Somehow, the thought of Mistress's uncovered and clean shaven folds wandering through the meat department made me realize there are better things to do on a Sunday than watch football.

To Cage or Not to Cage?

In response to Thursday's blog, the WC left a lengthy comment summarizing his take away from all these years of following us here at UCTMW....

Apparently he's been keeping track of all of Slave's many excuses for persuading Mistress that this is not a good day for confinement in my cage. After all, there are circumstances when wearing that tight steel cock cage is inconvenient, hazardous, or just too uncomfortable for a pampered house Slave to bear.

I'm thinking that someone with a clever capacity for rhyme could turn this litany into a kinky Dr. Seuss knock-off, but that is not my forte. So here it is:






Not too hot

Not too cold

Not too wet

Not too busy

Not while sleeping

Not while traveling

Not while bathing

Not while biking

Not while fucking... duh....


Not while being fucked in the ass.

Not while swimming

Not while waterboarding (or being waterboarded)

Not while hiking

Not while skiing

Not while bowling

Not while golfing

Not while skateboarding

Not while snowboarding either......

Not while exercising

Not on weekends

Not in any month that ends with an y

Not in any month that ends with an r either......

And I'm pretty sure

Not any month that ends with an h l e or t too

Not while doing ballet

Not while doing any other kind of dancing either

Not while thinking

Not while reading

Not while walking

Not while sitting

Not while driving

Not while rock climbing

Not while hang gliding

Not while parasailing

Not while gambling

And especially

Not while pontificating .............

Suzanne, Harry

Did I miss anything?



I must say that this takes things a little too far, WC.  But you did forget to add "not on days involving air travel or entering buildings with metal detectors".

For the record,  I'm not into gambling, so that one hasn't been tested yet. I did wear the cage this week while lecturing and fundraising. And I've certainly worn it while worshiping. So those are off the list.

But this got me thinking about good candidates for cock cages..... maybe, for starters,  the entire Congress until they decide to re-open our gubmint. Here are too candidates in particular, who have the sort of Shutdown bromance going that would make Bill and Monica (the last big Shutdown romance) blush.

1,000,000 Page Viewers Can't Be Wrong

Or can they?

We've been edging closer to that number for several weeks. So now we're there. More than a Million page views here at UCTMW over the last almost 4 years of blogging. That includes 1260 posts. And I'm not including that brief but silly life we spent over at our companion blog Mistress and Slave on the Lam.

Molly and Mick are in a much different place than we were when we began this silly enterprise back in November 2009:

More secure in our relationship, at least so it seems to me. Kids out of the nest (though one returned last night for a little fall break R & R).

Mistress has a few extra extracurricular lovers under her belt.... that have created opportunities to amuse and entertain here.

Slave is a little grayer, and a little closer to hanging up his business suits and eagerly moving onto the next phase of life.

We've enjoyed making some new friends here in the blog-o-sphere, seeing friendly competitors or "staff members" come and go, or shift into their own new phases.

And it's fair to say we have down shifted here.... We're not doing the daily entry thing that kept all those page views piling up for several years. Our blog was therapeutic for Mick and Molly. But the therapy seems to have worked, and is not nearly as necessary as it was back in 2009 when we kicked things off here.

How long will we keep at it? That's not clear. Maybe as long as it's fun and mutually entertaining.

In the meantime, I may go out and look for a a sparkly gold tuxedo.

HNT / Long Day in the Cage

Fortunately, Slave was able to overcome the effects of cooler weather, and get that hard steel ring to seat properly yesterday, containing my cock and balls through coffee brewing and wake-up sex in the UCTMW Executive Suite until Mistress was able to put my on full lock down before sending me off to work.

And it was a long day..... morning in the office.... a lunch time lecture to a group of about 50 fellow professionals down the street.... back to the office.... pick up some snacks and beverages for a reception Mistress and I were hosting for a candidate for public office at the end of the day.... back slapping.... schmoozing.... etc, etc.

Fortunately, Mistress had time to stop by my office for some "private time" before the candidate and our guests arrived.

"How's the cage, Slave?"

"Tight Mistress.... it is a little odd being up there in the front of a crowd, trying to sound all cool and professional and charming .... flipping through my power point... but knowing I've got that steel contraption on too...."

"Do you think anyone could tell?"

"Not that crowd, Mistress.... my guess is they'd never even consider the possibility."

There was just enough time to squeeze in a little pre-reception worship behind my closed office door. You know the drill..... Hopefully our guests could not detect the sweet musk of Mistress's clean shaven folds on my face. And I doubt they even considered checking for a lump of hardened steel below my beltline. They may have been too distracted by the fact that the candidate's zipper was at half-mast in a rather ill fitting suit....

How do you tell someone who's running for state office that his fly's not firmly in place? But I guess it's better than saying "Hey Pal.... your cock cage is showing."