Cock Cage Follies

With the cold weather upon us, slave's balls were very uncooperative once again yesterday morning here at the UCTMW World HQ.

I was able to schmush my "package" into that hard steel ring in the early morning hours, and enjoyed the special intensity it induces when Mistress finally gave me permission to cum after she had fully exploited my particularly rigid "Mick unit". After all, it had been nearly 48 hours since my last indulgence.

But when the dust settled and we proceeded to the shower I had an unwelcome discovery.

"Oh Shit, Mistress. One of my balls is missing."

Actually, it was still there, but had somehow escaped it's confinement and retreated to where the sun does not shine.

Once that happens no amount of poking and prodding on a cold morning, even in a warm shower, would not induce it to "come out of hiding" and return to it's proper place.

Mistress was not particularly happy with this turn of events, but I had an alternative plan.

"I think that new steel cage I ordered is supposed to arrive today. What if I put it on at work and send you a photo."

"I guess that will have to do, slave.... but no dawdling. Don't wait until you're about to come home!"

Sure enough the new cage arrived at mid-morning, and I had it on before lunch. t has a hinged ring, and things had loosened up enough that I could squeeze it around. But it was tight. tighter than my current ring. and the moving parts and mounting device that the cage slips onto was pinchy.... like the plastic cage I used to have.

Ouch.  Lots of tugging at flesh and pubes through the day at odd times.  Not comfortable at all.

I took a photo and forwarded it to Mistress, who seemed pleased when she saw it:

 

But when I tucked on my shirt and pulled up my pants I noticed an immediate problem, which I described to Mistress via text.

"It sticks out - makes me look like I've got a super-sized cock like the WC. Do you think the babes will notice?"

Mistress was horrified:

"Oh no.... we can't have that....."

I guess it's back to the drawing board. Do you think Amazon takes returns on once used cock cages?

 

Mistress Continues Her Crackdown

Slave made it clear Sunday evening that she was expecting me in my cage Monday, and, sadly, it was one of those Monday's when she had a very early morning meeting. So none of our typical wake - up sex.

Slave (it is alright to capitalize when it starts a sentence, "anonymous"?) was certainly not going to argue, so I made sure to remember to schmush that ring on first thing, before suffering that "tighten up" cold morning phenomenon. I'm still waiting for that slow delivery from Amazon!

So I was off to work, fully caged, no wake up sex.  Dang! Should I call the "abused caged cuckold hotline"?`

Mistress did stop by for some pre-lunch worship. But sadly the key was back at home. After wriggling back into her black tights, my work done, she did not show a whole lot of sympathy.

"Aww.... poor Slave.... are you a little horny now?"

I must say I was more than a  little horny after my sad denial that morning, compounded by  the stimulative impact of Mistress's musky juices smeared across my face.

So by the end of the day, I was more than ready for "release", in both senses of the word.  But Mistress had bad news. She was feeling a little flu-ish. So while she sprung her work-a-day cock loose, she proclaimed there would  be an unscheduled abstinence day.

(I might add that she did not object when I used my fingers to deliver a quick cum while we sat on the couch watching an episode of Homeland last evening.  So maybe she'll be feeling a little better this morning.)

At bed time, she reminded me that she expected the ring on again this morning when I came back to bed, hoping that our regular regime will resume.

"You may be in the cage all week, slave, after last week's issues...."

I hope those new cages come soon....

Slave Gets a Smack Down

Slave had a sore ass last evening after Mistress administered a mid-afterenoon cropping as a way for her to express her well justified displeasure about some unfortunate developments here in River City late last week.

Slave was asked to speak to a large crowd about a civic issue on Thursday evening. It was a bit of an ego stroke for this aging crank, and I probably enjoyed my brief moment in the spotlight a little too much.

 But that's not what got Mistress annoyed.

No... it was the rather overbearing presence of a woman we usually try to avoid around town. The one that Slave briefly got into some hot water with about 5 years ago, when Mistress and Slave were commuting from afar. That brief dalliance led, in a way, to our contract and this blog. Those of you who've stopped in here from time to time probably recall the sad the story. If not, check out the "back story" on the right.

Anyway....there she was, at the door when we arrived. And later she even showed up in the background of some random photos posted on facebook of Mistress chatting up some folks at the event.  Mistress didn't actually blame her presence on me --- I didn't know in advance -- but she was not pleased.

"This is why I make sure to come to these sorts of events with you, Slave....."

And I thought it was a birthday treat.

Then, on Friday night we had plans to go to an event at a local, historic hall under restoration. It was one of those deals with a reception first, some drinks and bites, followed by some rather tedious "fine" arts performances, which turned out to be rather lame.

But once again, there was that particular woman, lurking about.

"She's a menace, Slave...."

We successfully dodged her through both events, but it's never good to remind Mistress of her Slave's past transgression.

So yesterday afternoon -- following a nice nap-- and after I gave Mistress's clean shaven folds the full attention they so clearly deserved, Mistress was inspired to grab the crop tucked away in our bedroom closet.

"Roll over Slave....."

"Oops...."

"What did I do wrong, Mistress?"

I know, it's never a good idea to question Mistress's exercise of her contractual rights, but I suppose I was curious.

"You know exactly why you deserve this...."

Ouch. The first few blows landed on my ass. I couldn't help but squirm away....

"I couldn't help she was there, Mistress...."

Double ouch.

"Don't roll away..... I'm almost done....."

I did my best to take my medicine, leaving my ass at her mercy. In all, I suppose it was only 10 smacks on my twitching ass. Nothing a good Slave shouldn't be able to handle.

"This is just a little reminder about the behavior I expect from my Slave."

Soon my medicine was fully administered, with my ass glowing. And I was duly reminded to redouble my devotion to a Mistress who is firm, but fair.

In retrospect,  it's good for Mistress to vent that way, rather than brood about this annoyance. My ass can take it.

And in her post punishment mercy, she allowed me to fully deploy the work-a-day cock that remained firm as well throughout these disciplinary proceedings.

So there was a happy ending!

Crazy Week in River City

The days slid away from us here at UCTMW this week. Lots of running around for Mistress. Lots of performance art for her devoted Slave. In the middle of it we did take a little detour through our ever so flat state capitol. Slave had a presentation to make. And with our nest emptied there was no reason why Mistress could not join me for a brief respite in a Marriott bed and a romantic dinner to celebrate Slave's latest inglorious birthday.

That left time for some sex on the double wide bed before dinner, and some hot wake up sex the next morning before Slave was off to do his thing.

Yesterday I had another bit of bloviating to do at a big civic meeting in the evening.  Mistress could have just gone to the gym or visited her friend Jay, but I was grateful that she loyally stuck by my side.

Of course, there was the incentive of a little pre-meeting worship in my office. She even wore her black tights and boots, which were a bit of a distraction to me  later as I rambled on, and apparently to the long haired fellow sitting next to her in the third row , who seemed to be chatting her up during my warm up act.

After the dust settled and the rabble I had roused were heading back to their trouble making lives, we ran into said long haired dude down in the lobby of the building. He made sure to say good by to Mistress.

"It was nice talking with you...."

"Who's that Mistress?", I muttered to her in a little aside.

"Oh... he's T*****'s grad assistant."

"He seems to have taken a shine to you, Mistress...."

"I suppose he was flirting a bit...."

At least Mistress didn't get too bored at last night's meeting.

Now I better get back up to bed and show my gratitude.