Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Putting the WC on the Clock


This morning we have some advice via our Senior Correspondent to share with our Western Correspondent. But first a follow up on yesterday’s post about the “shock collar”. I must say I was assuming that the collar was really for pets, or maybe necks, but “anonymous” did pass on this post from “Male Chastity Journal” that demonstrates the ability of a Mistress to strap one of those little suckers around the base of a submissive male’s cock and balls already equipped with a cock cage.

Ouch!

Fortunately, Mistress has not placed this item on her Amazon “wish” list just yet, though she might have wished for one last night, when we attended a political fundraiser in town. It certainly would have curbed any thought I might have had to stray from her side for even a moment. (Not that I did, I might add…. But what can a little extra deterrence hurt?)

Now, back to the WC. 

As our loyal readers know, he has a knack for exercising his special occasion cock throughout the work day and beyond. His penchant to burn through  large drums of high end lubricant almost broke the bank here at UCTMW, and caused several rounds of budgetary retrenchment.

But one thing we have never documented (for science of course) is how long the WC typically takes from unzipping to rezipping. Does he go for multiple quickies, or does he enjoy dragging out each self- encounter with his impressive specimen of manhood? 

Over the weekend, Donna passed along a post from a blog called “The People Your Mother Warned You About” suggesting that guys not subject to a “not touch” rule (like yours truly) should extend their moments of “self-abuse” as long as possible to train themselves to better please their “better halves” in the sack. Here is an excerpt:

The most important part first: Don’t rush through your petting session with the one-eyed monster. A weightlifter lifts as much weight as they can and a marathon runner runs as far as they can. Do the same with your stamina for the bedroom. Make it last as long as you can as often as you have the time to. When you rush through three minute fap sessions, you are training your brain to rush toward busting that nut. That leave seventeen minutes of recalling baseball stats or picturing your grandmother in the shower (which, by the way, who the fuck suggests this? That’d make me get dressed and go home to drink myself to a black out and leave my partner really confused). In the Navy we said “train like you fight”…well, train like you fuck. Sex is an important part of a healthy life so you really ought to train for it anyway, just as you train to stay fit or stay sharp at your job.
Secondly, use lubrication when you choke the dolphin. The brand doesn’t matter at all. You can even use some Oil of Olay rejuvenating whats-its to keep you dick looking young and wrinkle free. Just use it. Tune your nerves to deal with as close of an approximation of a pussy as you can. Pussies are wet, warm and fucking magical! You need to tune your nerves.

Well we know the WC uses plenty of high priced lube. But what about the other advice provided here, Miguel: Do you go for a quick burst of fun, or do you take the opportunity to train the SOC for those moments when the lovely B wants your complete attention.

Maybe we can put your cock  on the clock for a few weeks and publish the results in some upscale medical journal.

It’s all for science.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

A Reader's "Helpful" Advice

It was a relatively restful weekend at the UCTMW World HQ. There was time for "two-a-day" sex in Saturday, and Slave regaled Mistress with attention from her favorite power tool on Sunday morning. Mistress definitely gave me a "thumbs up" on that one!

Unfortunately, we were back to the grind on Monday morning. Mistress has this every-other-week 8 am meeting out in the Ex-urbs to start too many of her Mondays, which forecloses our typical "wake-up" sex, sending our respective sexual balance askew.

Fortunately, Slave did not have to wear his cage because I rode my bike to work. And at the end of the day, both of us had the time and energy for some pre-dinner nooky.

"Put in your device, Slave...."  (the aneros).

I was happy to obey, and then buried myself between Mistress muscular thighs, all nice and salty from her own end of the day bike ride. Once I had suitably pleased her, she gave me the green light to take my own pleasure from those lush, clean shaven folds.

But apparently some of our readers think Mistress is a little too indulgent to her Slave. "Anonymous" made a comment to Saturday's blog suggesting that Mistress may want to consider cranking up the level of security for her work-a-day cock with this "helpful" device:
The manufacturer claims that this "shock / vibration collar":

  • Provides a professional 100 level shock and 100 level Vibration with Rechargeable LCD digital remote control electric training Collar
  • Rechargeable LCD digital remote control electric training collar. Remote control electric shock devices
  • Convenience of easy-to-read LCD screen shows the stimulation level. Over 3,000 different identity codes to prevent conflicts with other e-collars.
  • The system can be used for 1 or 2 receivers.(the additional receiver must be the same type as your previous one and purchased from us)
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  •   What  Slave can't tell is whether this little sucker is scaled to fit aroung the base of a cock, or only around one's neck.  Is there a chihuahua size that could go where a cock cage would normally be parked?  And is the idea one where's it in combination with a cock cage? Or solo?
  • It's also interesting that the same control device can be used on 2 separate receivers. I suppose that could be helpful if Mistress decided to add another Slave to her stable.

  • Gee, thanks Anonymous for this helpful suggestion. Maybe Mistress will put this on her Christmas list!


Sunday, September 21, 2014

Sprung Loose

Mistress did require me to wear my cage to work on Friday. And yes, Fury, it had been a while. Word from the Executive Suite here at the UCTMW World HQ is that slave will be expected to wear it more often, though I've been given some slack on days when I ride my bike to work.

On Friday I was in my "full metal jacket" version. It's rather heavy and noticeable (at least to me), but not particularly uncomfortable once my sack gets accustomed to its close confines. It certainly makes me want to avoid and concupiscent thoughts as I work through my rather tedious work day. (I make a mental note to avoid any sex blog surfing during the lunch hour to prevent any unnecessary "lurches" against my metal encasement). And of course there is the reminder of my "chaste" status everytime slave has to sit to pee.

While we don't have the full assortment of cages depicted to the left,  we do have a plastic model as a backup in the event there are security checks to clear for work duties.

Recently Mistress mentioned that both a potential suitor who reads the blog, and a former lover who has been back in touch recently, had asked if "Mick really does wear a cock cage."

Of course, it does make Mick blush a bit that there are folks out there wondering "is he, or isn't he" on any given day.

"What did you tell them Mistress...."

"That you do, but not as often as you should."

Probably true.

 I suppose Mistress is pretty indulgent. On Friday, it was a beautiful day in River City. I got home before Mistress and was yearning for a bike ride to shake off the cobwebs from a day behind a desk. Mistress was generous enough to let me "self-release" and take that ride without fear of cock decapitation on my bike seat.

But I made sure she was rewarded for her mercy with some oral devotions as soon as she got home.

It was the least I could do.

Friday, September 19, 2014

"Who Makes the Rules Around Here?"

Slave stepped in it yesterday.

It was at the end of our days. Slave was out of the shower, after a bracing bike ride home from the office in some late summer sun.

Mistress was changing after her own bike ride through our neighborhood. Our plan was the head to the grocery store to stock up for a family dinner this evening.

Mistress was sliding into a short sundress. More "around the house" attire than "go to the market" garb. That's where Slave made his big mistake.

"If we're going to the grocery, is this too revealing, Slave....?"

I took a look, saw a hemline that ended at mid-thigh, and expressed my POV.

"Not if you wear undies, Mistress....."

She gave me that look....

"Since when do you make the rules around here, Slave...."

Oops.

"After a long day in business attire.... then a bike ride.... it's nice to air out the parts, Slave."

Who could argue with that proposition.

"And who's going to  notice anyway?"

"I suppose no one, Mistress, as long as you don't bend over to get something off the bottom shelf....and I suppose that's what Slaves are for...."

"Exactly, Slave...."

The subject was dropped as I settled between her thighs for some end of day, pre-grocery shopping worship. Once Mistress had been sufficiently pleased, it was agreed that the punishment for impertinence would be wearing my cock cage today.

That seems more than appropriate, particular since Mistress has a lunch date with a would-be suitor who has been texting her for the last few weeks. At least I won't be tempted to breach the "no touch" rule downtown in my office as I contemplate what comes of that lunch date.

"Make sure you have that ring in place when you come back to bed in the morning, Slave.... it always makes your cock a little harder."

"Yes, Mistress."