Mistress and Slave aren't typically in town for one of these three day weekends. So having that extra day at home was a rare and enjoyable treat, even with the nest a bit too infested for extracurricular activities with Mistress's sidedish.
We did find some "just the two of us" time at a corner of our swim club that opened over the weekend. That's where I surreptitiously grabbed this photo of Mistress's firm ass and muscular legs for your amusement.
On Monday, our "bonus" day, it was a little rainy here. So we lounged in bed a bit longer, enjoying some furtive wake-up sex with Joni Mitchell providing some sonic cover from curious ears on the other side of our bed room wall.
After our time in bed, Slave spent some time with my cute grand kids, and then visited my grumpy mother. But by 4 pm or so we found ourselves back in the UCTMW Executive Suite. There was time for a nap before a dinner engagement with friends. When Mistress woke up, I offered to worship, an proposal that is rarely rejected.
"Of course, Slave.... I was wondering when you would ask."
I went on task, plying Mistress's clean shaven folds with my eager and skilled tongue until she quietly but persuasively evidenced her satisfaction.
That's when I made my (apparently) unexpected request.
"Can I fuck you now, Mistress?"
"WOW, Slave....."
Apparently Mistress did not anticipate that her moldering house slave would be up to a double header on the third day of a three day weekend.
It's good to know that I can still exceed expectations.
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Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Slave Exceeds Expectations
Labels:
sun bathing,
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Sunday, May 24, 2015
Science Sunday: Do Our Genes Make Us Do It?
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Mistress and Slave continue our
efforts to find a little privacy as we cope with our newly crowded house. Sex in the morning, before we hear our
little “Divas in training” up and about is one way. Then yesterday, before Mistress headed to our swim club, and
I went to stop by to check out my grandkids, we discovered that our kids had
suddenly disappeared. I was able
to coax Mistress into a few moments of worship before she went on her “sun
worship” mission.
“Do you mind just sliding my
bathing suit aside, Slave…..”
“Of course not, Mistress….”
For once she did not have to
suppress those little sounds of delight as I went about my business.
But today’s entry has a higher
purpose than simply the play-by-play from here in our re-infested nest. I am
reporting on an intriguing summary of recent scientific research that suggests
there may be a genetic explanation for a woman’s impulse to cuckold her
mate. In this morning’s NY Times
there is an opinion piece (Infidelity Lurks in Our Genes) by science writer Richard Friedman about how genes may
pre-determine what he describes as “infidelity”, but presumably also
incorporates the contractual right to enjoy the company of an occasional “side
dish” that Mistress enjoys.
We
have long known that men have a genetic, evolutionary impulse to cheat, because
that increases the odds of having more of their offspring in the world.
But
now there is intriguing new research showing that some women, too, are
biologically inclined to wander, although not for clear evolutionary benefits.
Women who carry certain variants of the vasopressin receptor gene are much more
likely to engage in “extra pair bonding,” the scientific euphemism for sexual
infidelity.
Brendan
P. Zietsch, a psychologist at the University of Queensland, Australia, has
tried to determine whether some people are just more inclined toward
infidelity. In a study of nearly 7,400 Finnish twins and their siblings who had
all been in a relationship for at least one year, Dr. Zietsch looked at the
link between promiscuity and specific variants of vasopressin and oxytocin
receptor genes. Vasopressin is a hormone that has powerful effects on social
behaviors like trust, empathy and sexual bonding in humans and other animals.
So it makes sense that mutations in the vasopressin receptor gene — which can
alter its function — could affect human sexual behavior.
He
found that 9.8 percent of men and 6.4 percent of women reported that they had
two or more sexual partners in the previous year. His study, published last year in Evolution and Human Behavior,
found a significant association between five different variants of the
vasopressin gene and infidelity in women only and no relationship between the
oxytocin genes and sexual behavior for either sex. That was impressive: Forty
percent of the variation in promiscuous behavior in women could be attributed
to genes. That is surprising since, as Dr. Zietsch points out, there are so
many other factors that are necessary for promiscuous encounters, like circumstance
and the availability of a willing and able partner. Although this is the
largest and best study on this, it’s not clear why there was no relationship
between the vasopressin gene and promiscuous behavior in men.
The article goes onto describe
tests conducted on two variations of the vole “family” that may confirm this
genetic impulse to stray from the marital bed. It turns out that Montane Voles
are prone to have a wandering eye, while Prairie Voles are relatively
monogamous. Until the evil scientist begins his experiment:
In
the monogamous prairie voles, the vasopressin receptors are close to the
brain’s reward center, but in the philandering montane voles, these same
receptors are mostly found in the amygdala, a brain region that is critical to
processing anxiety and fear.
So
mating for the prairie voles activates the pleasurable reward pathway, which
reinforces mating and promotes attachment and thus monogamy. For the
promiscuous montane voles, sex has little effect on attachment; any vole will
do.
It
is even possible experimentally to take a home-wrecking montane vole and make
him behave like a family-oriented prairie vole. Using a virus as a delivery
vehicle to transmit the vasopressin receptor gene, it’s easy to artificially
boost the number of vasopressin receptors in the brain’s reward center, and
make a male vole behave monogamously. The story for female voles is similar
except that it is oxytocin, not vasopressin, that triggers monogamous behavior.
Of course, all of this potential
for genetic manipulation has Slave’s imagination running wild:
1) Could
you make a potential spouse undergo a genetic test to calculate the likelihood that
they would or would not take up with other lovers during the course of a
marriage?
2) If
you feared a spouse was “cheating” could you order up a cocktail of “vasopressin”
or “oxytocin” to get them back in line?
3) And,
even more deviously, suppose your wife had her eye on some guy who was married
and annoyingly anonymous. Could
you spike his drink with a batch of genetic material that would make him more
likely to loose his inhibitions?
All of this also made Slave wonder if
there is a genetic explanation for what makes Slave enjoy it when his hot
Mistress falls into the arms of another guy. Do you think male Montane Voles get off when their female mate reports back on her encounter with another male Montane Vole? I guess I should have taken more science classes in college.
Labels:
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Friday, May 22, 2015
Mistress Stops By For Worship
My relatively dreary Thursday at the office had a nice "pick-me-up" mid-afternoon. Mistress dropped by between a lunch meeting and a 4 pm meeting for some "personal attention".
I was in another colleague's office when I received notice of her arrival via text message:
"I'm in your office, slave".
As you might imagine, I found a way to wrap up my "consultation" quickly to perform more important duties.
It was an unusually chilly day here in River City. Mistress had on a leather jacket over her black dress. But she would never let unseasonable weather disrupt her fashion policy of foregoing leg coverings once May arrives.
As a result, all she had to do was slither out of her black undies, spread her legs, and let her Slave get to work.
I efficiently devoted my tongue and lips to task, leaving Mistress with a cum to tide her over for a while, and my own face smeared with her fragrant juices.
As a memento of the moment, I took this photo - a closeup of those semi-kinky shoes and her well manicured tootsies, which I suspect could be inspiring to at least some of our readers.
I was in another colleague's office when I received notice of her arrival via text message:
"I'm in your office, slave".
As you might imagine, I found a way to wrap up my "consultation" quickly to perform more important duties.
It was an unusually chilly day here in River City. Mistress had on a leather jacket over her black dress. But she would never let unseasonable weather disrupt her fashion policy of foregoing leg coverings once May arrives.
As a result, all she had to do was slither out of her black undies, spread her legs, and let her Slave get to work.
I efficiently devoted my tongue and lips to task, leaving Mistress with a cum to tide her over for a while, and my own face smeared with her fragrant juices.
As a memento of the moment, I took this photo - a closeup of those semi-kinky shoes and her well manicured tootsies, which I suspect could be inspiring to at least some of our readers.
Labels:
office worship. feet
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Mistress's Walk of Shame
Mistress indulged her slave with some stealthy but gratifying wake-up sex on Tuesday morning. It was particularly generous, since she knew there would be plenty of not so stealthy sex during her planned "nooner" with Jay.
I was at work when she called to say hello on her way to meet her lover. And it was not until around 2:30 pm that she came back onto the radar screen, calling me from her car.
"It was hot, slave. I think Jay missed me!"
"I'm sure he did after 2 weeks, Mistress."
She told me she was headed to a meeting with a local theatre director - a woman she had worked with in the past. Then heading home. Slave had ridden his bike (excusing me from 'cage time') and it was around 6 pm when I wandered into our bedroom, where Mistress was reclined on our bed, checking her emails.
Soto voco (our daughters were in their rooms) she shared some news.
"You won't believe what I did, Slave...."
Hmmmm.
"You mean in addition to some hot lunch time sex with your side-dish?"
"Well there was that.... but I mean afterwards.... when I got home after that meeting downtown, I realized I had put my dress on inside out."
Oops.
She had on a black dress. Right-side out by now. But I was imagining what she looked like with the labels and seams showing. And how dazed and confused after all that fucking she must have been to not notice the difference.
"Didn't that lady you met with notice, Mistress?"
"If she did, she was too embarrassed to mention, slave...."
"So does Jay get demerits for not noticing?"
"Hmmm.... I guess he was a little too unfocused too....."
After we shared a laugh over Mistress's untypical fashion faux pas, we settled onto our bed. Slave had stripped out of my sweaty cycle ware, and showered. Mistress put down her laptop.
"I'll permit you to worship now, Slave...."
I was more than happy to taste the salty aftermath of her lunch time diversion, before whipping up dinner.
I was at work when she called to say hello on her way to meet her lover. And it was not until around 2:30 pm that she came back onto the radar screen, calling me from her car.
"It was hot, slave. I think Jay missed me!"
"I'm sure he did after 2 weeks, Mistress."
She told me she was headed to a meeting with a local theatre director - a woman she had worked with in the past. Then heading home. Slave had ridden his bike (excusing me from 'cage time') and it was around 6 pm when I wandered into our bedroom, where Mistress was reclined on our bed, checking her emails.
Soto voco (our daughters were in their rooms) she shared some news.
"You won't believe what I did, Slave...."
Hmmmm.
"You mean in addition to some hot lunch time sex with your side-dish?"
"Well there was that.... but I mean afterwards.... when I got home after that meeting downtown, I realized I had put my dress on inside out."
Oops.
She had on a black dress. Right-side out by now. But I was imagining what she looked like with the labels and seams showing. And how dazed and confused after all that fucking she must have been to not notice the difference.
"Didn't that lady you met with notice, Mistress?"
"If she did, she was too embarrassed to mention, slave...."
"So does Jay get demerits for not noticing?"
"Hmmm.... I guess he was a little too unfocused too....."
After we shared a laugh over Mistress's untypical fashion faux pas, we settled onto our bed. Slave had stripped out of my sweaty cycle ware, and showered. Mistress put down her laptop.
"I'll permit you to worship now, Slave...."
I was more than happy to taste the salty aftermath of her lunch time diversion, before whipping up dinner.
Labels:
cuckold,
fashion faux pas
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