It's only a few days before our empty nest is re-infested with our two cute Co-Eds, back home for the Thanksgiving holiday here in River City. Mistress has family coming to town as well, and we will all be crowded around tables this week, force feeding ourselves, and no doubt picking a few unnecessary quarrels that are the by product of too many people, related by blood and marriage, crowded into too small a space for too long a time.
Frankly, we would rather be at our SW hideaway for the holiday, where we spent quite a few Thanksgivings when our kids were in elementary and high school. It was a lovely way to enjoy family time without all the extras and hangers-on, and their posses too. But with college schedules tight, and the hassle of travel these days, it's just too hard to pull it off.
To prepare ourselves for the forced festivities, Mistress and Slave scheduled a very low key weekend here. Friday night, a little picnic in front of the computer screen, watching an obscure BBC series courtesy of Netflix.
Some lazy Saturday morning wake-up sex time in the UCTMW executive suite.
Saturday afternoon, I took my grandkids to visit their grumpy great grandma, who seemed to appreciate their spirit of rebellion and their crayoned turkeys. Mistress went to the gym, then visited her former fuck buddy Jay.
"I was all sweaty, Slave.... but I don't think he minded."
Well I know I wouldn't.
I got home just in time to park in front of the TV to watch my alma mater take on the team from Mormon land. It seems like a waste, sitting in front of a TV for 3.5 hours dabbling on the lap-top or scanning the Paper, with a football game on..... but its nice to have no more complex or harried an agenda than that once a week or so.
And Mistress spread herself next to me on the couch, enjoying our time together, though she is no football fan.
She was reading her kindle and napping, her feet in my lap, a blanket spread over her. Cuddled together, we were grateful to have dodged the temptation to drive up to the game. It was cold, blustery and snowing. Yuck.
Somewhere in the 3rd quarter, my left hand couldn't help but slide under the blanket to confirm what I suspected.... no panties under that nighty she had slid into after her shower.
So as my team held off a 4th quarter rally by the team from Utah, Slave used his highly skilled fingers to tease those clean shaven folds. Mistress acts like nothing's happening, keeping to her kindle. But within a few minutes her body tensed, and those little soft moans of hers made it clear that Slave had successfully multi-tasked once again.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
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:
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?
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
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 (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....
Sunday, November 17, 2013
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!
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!
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