Mistress and Slave Play Hookey

For reasons too complicated to explain, Mistress and Slave ended up at home together at around 3:45 pm yesterday afternoon. Sure, it was only about 2 hours earlier than the typical end of the work day, but it was as if we had discovered one of those mythological cracks in the space time continuum.  Two whole hours in our empty nest..... what ever to do?

"It's like we're having an affair, Slave....."

Sort of. Mistress generously sprung her work-a-day cock from its close confines. Slave showed his generosity with some enthusiastic worship. And before I was allowed to fuck Mistress, she instructed me to insert my "device" (the aneros), a special treat which certainly enhanced the experience of me taking my pleasure as afternoon turned to evening.

When the dust settled, there was a relaxing nap, then plenty of time for Slave to whip up some dinner and us to enjoy some TV. In the spirit of things we watched that new Showtime series, "The Affair" which shows some promise.

Of course, when Mistress "steps out" it's not really an affair in the traditional sense, since she has contractual privileges. In fact, today she's scheduled another "nooner" with her lover Jay. 

I suppose the lesson is that slave better take his opportunities when they are presented. I have a feeling Mistress's clean shaven folds will be a little too tuckered out by the end of the day today for me to expect a replay of our Tuesday afternoon fun.

Post Weekend Update

Here in River City we had a busy weekend.

Mistress got to spend sometime with our cute co-ed. They even went undie shopping together - sort of a female bonding thing?  Mistress was sporting these cute panties last evening when I got home as she prepared for a meeting. It's a new color choice for her and Slave had to capture it for our loyal readers, right?

I think it makes a nice contrast with Mistress's glowing pink skin, though it's clear that late summer all over tan has already begun to fade. How sad.

Sunday morning we woke up here wondering if our daughter and her friend from college had gotten home after a night on the town Saturday night.  I had not heard them, and was a little paniced. But when I stuck my head in her room I discovered not two but three bodies in her bed, including a guy on the far side of the mattress.

Of course Dad's who trumpet in sex blogs their open minded approach to all things kinky have a different attitude when it comes to their daughters. But as my eyes focused on the details of the bodies splayed before me - out like lights - I realized that they were all still in their street clothes. So if anything "untoward" had happened, at least they had the good sense to preserve plausible  denyability for the "puritanical" Molly and Mick,

Sunday afternoon I dragged the Co-Ed and her friend to the River City pussycats titanic struggle with the NC pussycats. It turns out our readers Lyle and Jillian (who are also dabbling in Femdom and cuckolding) are fans of those other pussycats. The game was certainly dramatic, and there were moments when Slave was prepared to throw in the towel.  But the two teams of felines scratched, clawed and hissed their way to an unsatisfying 37-37 tie.

Lots of drama signifying nothing.

But the sad part is that I did not put together that Lyle was a NC pussycats fan. If I had been thinking we could have formulated a compelling bet.... maybe he has sex with Molly while I watch if his team wins, and vice versa if his team won?  Or maybe Molly and Jillian would come up with something more compelling once they heard we were wagering with their bodies on the line?

Ah well, there's always next year.

As for me, it seems Mistress had developed a new way incentive system to keep her Slave in shape.

"I'm thinking that you should wear the cage on days you don't ride your bike to work."

"Yes, Mistress."

Of course I like riding to work. But it's hard to do when it's raining or too cold. I was hoping to do it today and avoid the cage. But last night the wind picked up, thunder was crashing, and rain was lashing against the window. Maybe there will be a break in the weather. But just in case, I slid that hard steel ring on this morning, scrunching my reluctant balls through the tight aperture.

I guess I have to be prepared too.

Be Prepared

Our senior cute co-ed has been in town this weekend with a friend from college, which has forced Mistress and Slave to go under cover and squelch our more typical weekend sexual antics.... it's one of those "mini-breaks" that seem to pop up on the college calendars all too often these days.

So while there was some fulfilling wake-up sex here yesterday morning, our afternoon was a little slower than typical for a Saturday. Rest assured, I did add some pre-bed-time worship to the menu. We would not want Mistress to go wanting, even in a crowded house, would we?

We did embark on a morning bike ride to a local farmer's market, where we ran into one of my clients, a woman about Mistress's age. She told us about a long bike ride out west she recently enjoyed, and the benefits of "cross-training" to prepare for its rigors.

I just had to chime in, remembering the subject of yesterday's blog:

"Molly's into cross-training, aren't you, dear?"

Sadly, Mistress just looked confused, not getting my sly little reference to her varying styles of sexual play with her husband and her lover, Jay.

In the afternoon, after Slave finished suffering through another near death experience with his alma mater's football team on the gridiron, Mistress mentioned that should heard more from her former college lover, E.

You may recall that E was an old college fuck buddy, and one of the initial prospective cuckold partners for Mistress when this blog got started. Here is a  link to the blog going back several years to one of those discussions of his rather on again, off again virtual "courtship" of Mistress.

Suffice it to say that E talked big about the spanking and dominance he would offer Mistress, should they get together.  But of course, he never did deliver.

The Washington Post article discussed here last week described the contemporary phenomenon of many married ladies having "back burner" relationships out there on facebook or elsewhere, "just in case" . E's occasional contacts, emails and texts to Mistress suggest a campaign to get onto Mistress's short list of backburner candidates.

"He said that he's heading to the West Coast for several weeks Slave. So I mentioned that I am going to Portland at the end of the month to visit a friend, and changing planes in LA."

"I'll bet that got him going, Mistress...."

"Yes, Slave..... he sent me this photo, saying he'd pack special for me, just in case":

I suppose you have to admire a man who follows the Boy Scout motto.

Mistress's Version of "Cross Training"

Yesterday I was spared the cock cage. I successfully pled for a little mercy, and Mistress's benevolence was much appreciated. It does get a little tender down there with consecutive days of usage!

Mistress did send me a photo during the work of those "vice grip" legs, though.

"I sent this to Jay Slave.... he's been "sexting" me all day...."

"Hot, Mistress....", I replied.

Sounds as if their Thursday nooner must have left some residual muscle memory with both of them. While Slave was allowed to worship Mistress when I got home from work Friday, she demurred on anything more vigorous.

"My muscles are a little sore, Slave...."

Poor Mistress.

But I suppose it's good for her.... having two lovers with varying  stylings is the Sex version of "Cross Training".  It has to be good for you, right?