Slave Soothes Mistress's Tender Folds

Slave spent the day in his cock cage, tending to some tedious work related tasks at my office, then visiting a client's office in the afternoon.  That allowed me to head home a little earlier than normal, for a late afternoon bikeride with Mistress.

But before we hit the road, Mistress shared with me some details of her "nooner" with Jay.....

"It was short but intense, Slave. Lots of cock riding, lots of sucking, and all those other things...."

"You must be tired, Mistress."

"Yes. I could have taken a nap afterwards, but we both had some work to do."

She did mention that Jay complemented her legs.

"At one point I had my legs wrapped around him as he fucked me, Slave. He was amazed how strong they were....'like a vice grip' he said."

"All that biking pays off, Mistress."

I was allowed to worship Mistress, soothing those tender folds with my lips and tongue after all that wear and tear.  As I rested between her legs, Jay called on the phone, and I got to listen in to their cute 'after action" repartee. Mistress assured Jay that in fact he does seem very "sexed up" these days. They also discussed how to schedule another rendezvous next week.

And while Mistress was a little too tuckered out to handle her "work-a-day" cock last night, I have a feeling she'll welcome me back "into the folds" this morning.

Mistress Schedules a "Nooner"

Slave rode his bike to work and back yesterday... the sun was out and the cool fall weather provided a lovely respite from a tedious day in the office.  Mistress arrived home from a business meeting shortly after me, and soon we found ourselves resting in bed.

We were almost observed by our painter, perched on the scaffold outside our window (he hadn't been there when we got home) as I slid between Mistress's legs for some end of day worship. Fortunately, the tell tale sound of scraping got me over to the window quickly to drop the shade).

"That was a close one, Mistress...."

After my lips and tongue had extracted a nice end-of-day cum from Mistress, my head rested between her spread, firm thighs, her hand gently stroking my neck... purrrrfect.....the ultimate reward for a loyal slave.

Then Mistress shared her plans for today.

"Jay wants me to come over at lunch time, Slave...."

"I think he misses you, Mistress...."

"It seems so Slave, it's been a week since our last sleepover."

Jay's son is back, so his windows of opportunity are substantially limited. So it's nice that the two of them can find some time for a little lunch time action, don't you think.

"That means it's a cage day for you Slave...."

"As you wish, Mistress...."

"I want that ring on for our sex in the morning...."

Her wish is my command.

Gettting to "Yes".

Slave spent a long day in the cage yesterday.

Mistress surprised me a bit when she pronounced that Tuesday would be a "cage day", for no apparent reason. She had no hot date planned with her lover Jay, or one of her "back-ups". Slave would not be in any perceived "danger zone" for temptation to display her cock to another.

But in retrospect, I may know the answer: Slave pushed back a bit when Mistress announced that on an upcoming Saturday night she had made a social engagement for us.

"But that may be the night when (my alma mater) plays the #1 team in the country, Mistress!"

Mistress was not amused.  And I suppose that's what DVR's are for, right?

Slave needs to recall who is in charge here in moments like those.

In any event, the cage was mounted after some early morning wake-up sex with that hard steel ring assuring an extra hard cock.

Slave had a seminar to teach at in the morning. I wonder if my audience noticed me fidgeting a bit more than usual as I talked them through my power point crutch. Luckily no photos of me locked into the cage leaked into the presentation.

At the end of the day I was happy to worship Mistress's lush, clean shaven folds, and grateful when she elected to spring me loose rather than condemn me to an extended sentence on lock down.

But the real subject of today's blog is not my whining, but an article I noticed last week on California's new "consent" sex law, designed to assure that female students (and others) agree to any sex acts with horny frat boys (and others). Here' is the article: California's "Yes Means Yes" Law

AS a father of some college students, I am all for protecting them from non-consensual sexual interactions. (Or any sexual interactions for that matter!).  But you can't help appreciate the humor of a law and policies designed to elicit a "yes" every time you escalate from a chaste kiss to more robust slap and tickle, so to speak.  Here is a taste of some college policies explaining what and how to do it, forst from Oregon State University:

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Consent Can Be Fun!

In fact, many people find it sexy. This is the fun part of sex; you get to talk about what you want to do and how you want to do it. You can be creative! Some examples of what your partner might like to hear are:

• “Wanna have sex?”
• “I’d really like to _____. Would you be into that?”
• “Would _____ feel good to you right now?”
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These phrases are only examples. To find the best option, ask your partner what phrase(s) they find attractive when being asked for consent. It can become part of foreplay! Remember, communication is the best sexual technique and is the easiest way for both people to get what they want from the sexual experience.

The University of Wyoming

Make Consent Sexy

▷ Do you like when I do this?

▷ What would you like me to do for you?

▷ It makes me so hot when you…me there. What makes you hot?

▷ Do you want me to (kiss/touch…)?

Make Consent Fun

▷ Baby, you want to make a bunk bed: me on top, you on bottom?

▷ May I pleasure you with my tongue?

▷ Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It’s like a French kiss, but “Down Under.”

▷ I’ve got the ship. You’ve got the harbor. Can I dock for the night?

I must say that I would never had been so glib with my high school or college girlfriends as I fumbled through those first, clumsy sexual interactions. 

But then I got thinking, what about all those Domme inclined college girls at Berkley or USC just coming into their own, wanting to let their kink fly. How would this game be played when they found some potentially submissive young stud from Oxnard and decided to have their way with them? Clearly a "safe word", that authorizes a "yes" unless it is affirmatively used is not in the spirit of these new rules.

"Sweetie, do you mind modeling these leg-irons  for me?"

Honeybuns, wouldn't you like to see if you fit inside that little cage under my bed?"

"Don't you think my pedicure is nice? Wouldn't you like to suck on my toes and see what they taste like with that new shade of polish?" 

"Wouldn't these clothes pins look lovely on your nipples?"

"Your cock is so nice, but don't you think it would be even prettier with this cute little cage wrapped around it?"

"It's called a strap-on, silly. Would you like to show you  where it goes?"

Of course, there's always a contract, like Molly and mick have. That's the ultimate way to assure informed consent.  

Mistress and her "Back Burners".

Things have cooled off here in the heartland. Temperatures fell over the weekend, leaving our painter scrambling to finish his work before the snow falls. He's been at it for what seems like months now, sort of like that character in Murphy Brown who never seemed to finish painting her apartment. (Did they end up moving in together?  I lose touch?)

Last evening, at the end of our work day, Mistress and Slave found ourselves in beg, having some "cocktail hour sex" to the sound of him scraping outside our bedroom window.  Fortunately, we do have effective blinds. Hopefully he could not hear us as well as we could here him.

But the day's blog is not so much about fucking to the sound of a paint scraper, but an article I noticed last week in the Washington Post that reminded me of Mistress's active "virtual" social life. Here is a link to the article: Back up husbands and the rise of digital infidelity.  

Here is a little snippet:

A new study by researchers at the University of Indiana found that Facebook users in relationships frequently use the site to keep in touch with “back-burners” — exes or platonic friends they know they could connect with romantically, should their current relationships go south. Men have back-burners at roughly twice the rate of women, the study found. But among both genders, the practice is widespread: On average, respondents in relationships said they had romantic or sexual conversations with two people (!) besides their current partner.

That comes on top of a a recent release by the research agency OnePoll, which suggested as many as half of all women keep in touch with a “back-up husband” they could contact if their current husband doesn’t work out. (“With sites like Facebook and Twitter, it’s easier than ever to stay in touch with an old flame,” a OnePoll rep told the Daily Mail.)

Of course, we're not talking about infidelity in this case. Mistress has the contractual right to "mess around", and slave has no complaints. Indeed unlike the folks described in this article, Mistress is more than happy to share the details of her texting and facebook messaging with past or potential suitors.

But what's wrong with being in touch with past or potential prospects for filling the role of "cuckolder" when you are a hot and sexy wife and Mistress.

Last week Mistress mentioned that she heard via facebook from the guy we called "E" back in the day when this blog got started. E was married then. Since then he's been divorced, in a relationship, and now apparently loose again. And trying to rekindle with Mistress the flame he sparked a few years ago. 

"How did you handle that Mistress?"

"I told him to get over it, Slave."

"Seems reasonable, Mistress.... he'd just freak out again when you called his bluff."

I guess he's someone who saw Mistress as a "back burner". But she's not playing the game.

Then there is Mr. Perfect Cock, who has been in touch on and off in recent weeks.

"He is pretty hot, Slave....."

So maybe Mistress sees MPC as a "back burner" depending on how things go with Jay?

She also was on Facebook last night, checking out a guy she has worked with  and also serendipitously encountered via Ashley Madison.

"He must have gone on that trip to Florida with some woman. When I had a drink with him a couple of weeks ago he was trying to cancel the flight...."

See, isn't it nice Mistress can share all this stuff with her husband / slave?

 She doesn't have to slide into the ladies room to check for the latest enticing text message.