Just What Mistress Needed...

On Saturday a box arrived here at the UCTMW World HQ.

It was an assortment of gifts from our Senior Correspondent Donna and her lovely daughter in honor of Hanukkah. (Or is it Thanksanukkah this year?)

There were some candies, hot chocolates and coffees. A few feathers which she said were for the cats, but could have a more diabolical use if in the hands of an uppity pampered slave on switch day.

But at the bottom of the box, there were these:

"Great for risotto, Mistress?"

I said a little dubiously.

"Or for the next time you get surly, Slave...."

Moi, surly?

Gee thanks, Donna. Just what Mistress needed to compliment her super sized shoe horn, bamboo cane  and riding crop.


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I did want to briefly comment on the events that unfolded last night in the frigid tundras of Foxboro, Mass.

I know the WC and Suzanne over at All Mine were at the edge of their seats over the renewal of the rivalry between "PFM" and Mr. Giselle, though my sense is that they never settled on appropriate wagering terms. Suzanne seemed to be  doubting the prospects of her team and their Glamour Boy QB.

She even offered a bet with some sexual consequences to Jay, I hear, but he turned down the chance to put his own ass on the line.... the prospects of which  all of us have been rooting for.

The game  turned out to be a Tale of Two Halves, on Ice. I turned off the TV with the WC's Donkeys up 24-0 before the half, and the Patriots looking like they had already checked out for the night.

When I awoke this morning and checked ESPN I discovered that whatever trance they had fallen into in the first half had dissipated, with Mr. Giselle shaking off his ass-fucked doldrums and leading a rally that ended in an OT victory for hoodie's team.

It left me wondering.... did Jay leave the game at half time, sulking back for the solace of Suzanne's bed. Or did he stay to the bitter, but ultimately triumphant end in that low 20's stadium. If so..... it makes you wonder if the so-called trophy cock succumbed to frost bite.

If so, the monumental Patriots victory will be of the Pyrrhic variety. But I hear they sell nice implants these days. Good luck Suzanne!

Girding for the Holidays

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.

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....