Slave's Long Nightmare Over

Mistress finally came back on the  radar screen  yesterday at around 1 pm. I had not heard a word from her since her frustrating inability to contact me on Tuesday. It was good to learn that she had rejected the Polynesian Warrior's entreaties to become one of his wives, and instead had elected to come back to River City, where we will be reunited on Monday morning.

The poor girl does have a bit of a sexual edge to blunt though.  Despite all the on-board suitors, she was never able to find the privacy to indulge any of them.  But at least there was a "winner", according to an email I received:

"Steve from the UK has pretty much won the arms race. Have spent a lot of time hanging out with him. More later on that when we see one another...."

I did get to talk to her via viber when she arrived at her hotel in Tahiti.  She said that Steve is about her age some sort of adventure travel junky and writer with lots of interesting stories that certainly enthralled Mistress. Sadly, he did not have a private cabin, but was in the boat's "dorm". So there was no place to slide off to for some late night nookie. They did exchange contact information she says. And he likes the little town where our SW hideaway.

"I told him to come visit us, Slave."

"What happened to the French guy, Mistress?"

"Oh I got tired of him. He's a bit of  a cad. Then my sister ended up chasing him around."

Hmmm. I wonder if Mistress's married sister is into cuckolding too?

"And what about the Aussie?"

"Peter.... he was very fit, and charming, but a bit too old for me. Which was a shame, because he had a suite. He and Steve would hang out in his suite. Steve said I should ask him to see it, but I told Steve that Peter might take it the wrong way, since he'd been fawning all over me for a week."

"He must have been disappointed, Mistress."

"Yeah, but he was kind of cute about it. We traded contact information, and he said 'I hope you don't mind if I stay in touch, Molly. As you can probably tell, I'm quite taken by you."

Mistress also had much praise for the hunky crew of the half cargo vessel / half adventure cruiser.

"So buff and hot, slave. An American woman could be a lot worse than setting up hut on one of these islands with one of those guys."

Maybe Mistress should offer her marketing skills to the folks who run this program. "Polynesian hunks on board" could be the new angle that could draw more solo female travelers ....or cuck couples.

Meanwhile, Slave has new orders.

"No more touching slave.  I liked the cock shots you sent me, but I'm shutting all that down so you are nice and horny by the time I get home on Monday."

So my last officially sanctioned "touch" occurred at approximately 4 pm on Friday, mountain time. After about 13 consecutive  days of self abuse, It was hardly memorable.

I've never been so happy to embrace abstinence.

I know you chastity caged readers will find this hard to believe, but I really am glad that's over!  Otherwise I was going to have to ask the WC if he gets that overpriced lube from Amazon Prime.

Rain Forest Cuckoldry

It's been since Tuesday since I last heard from Mistress. And that was a rather frustrating "contact".  Slave went for a bike ride on Tuesday afternoon.  Returning rather gamey and planning to head to some friends' home for a rather zany 60th birthday party, I figured a shower was in order. And then, after a shower, it seemed like a good time to lay down for a brief nap.... but before the nap there were certain "orders" to follow that Mistress had left behind.

I know she wouldn't want me going to that party all horny. And there was a cage to put on before I left the house. So maybe this would be a good time for the daily purge of those "natural juices" as Mistress had directed?

After a workmanlike "purge", Slave drifted off for about 15 minutes. When I woke, and walked into the kitchen where I had left my phone to charge - there they were - a string of increasingly frantic text and viber messages from Mistress. She had stumbled out of the rain forest following a hike with some fellow travelers and stumbled upon a hot spot.  The messages extended over about 20 minutes, all during the time when I was otherwise engaged, either following her orders or napping.

Pathetic.

I can tell Mistress was not particularly thrilled by her Slave's failure to be on the lookout for her. No doubt a punishment is due when she returns.  I hope she's OK, and that I will hear from her today!

Mistress galavanting through these island rain forests with all those prospective suitors in tow resonates with a book I've been reading here called "River of Doubt". The book is a narrative history focused on  Theodore Roosevelt's months long and life threatening journey with a small group of Americans and Brazilians down an un-explored tributary in the Amazon basin following his loss of the 1912 Presidential election.

The book wanders at times into indigenous native culture, and focuses on a then unknown tribe called the Cinta Larga, who posed a threat to Roosevelt's party as it trespassed across their habitat.  The Cinta Larga were primitive to say the least - with no written language or metal tools. They lived in small villages, 2-3 families to a hut, and used 5 ft. long poison tipped arrows shot from 6 foot bows to hunt game and other humans. Cannibalism was part of their diet, but only if your "meal" was not  from your tribe.

But while men and women had traditional roles, there was a bit of a kink to their sex lives that some of our readers can appreciate:

"Like women in most early cultures, the Cinta Larga women did not have a voice in tribal life or even family decisions. However, the Indian women did have a surprising amount of control over their own lives. For instance, if a Cinta Larga woman was unsatisfied in her marriage, she was free to do something about it. She could dissolve the marriage. She could marry another man. Or she could even stay with her husband and take a lover. In such circumstances, a husband would usually look the other way, unless he became the object of derision."

So apparently, there is a "cuckoldry" tradition, even in primitive cultures. Which would be a little hard to pull off when you were living in multi-family huts constructed of palm fronds.  You have to wonder whether there were some cuckolded Cinta Larga hubbies who actually got off on the thrill of
knowing their wife was over in the corner of the hut enjoying the larger and more robust cock of the guy from next door, while he was out shooting those long arrows at some rival tribe member, who might end up as the evening's dinner.

I wonder if Mistress's "Warrior" suitor is part of this long and kinky tradition?

Bizarro World Femdom?

Yesterday Terri, over at The Married Sissy blog expressed some confusion in a comment:

"What's wrong with this picture. Mistress on Abstinence for 11 days. while Slave gets his daily milkings?  I must be on the wrong FemDom planet!"

I suppose you are right, Terri. (And its really 17 days when you add it up).Not only do we have a weekly switch day option here at UCTMW (as illustrated by this photo from our vault showing Mistress ready for a good cropping), but Mistress has been particularly indulgent while she is a way. She has not only allowed slave to "self abuse" at will, but has actually required it, along with a photo via snap chat to show the "proof" that slave is following orders.

On the other hand, while poor mistress has several targets of opportunity for a little sexual adventure during her voyage, she is under the watchful eye of the Dowager Domme, her loud, whiny and indiscrete sister and our cute daughter. AS a result she's been unable to taste all that tempting and delicious fruit available to her. That sort of dietary restriction must be very frustrating for the poor dear. And what the hell is in poy, anyway?

Mistress's theory on her indulgence of me while she is away is that if I drain all of my "precious
fluids" (remember that euphemism from Dr. Strangelove, all you old folks?) on a daily basis, I won't get too horny and be tempted to misbehave while she is on her 17 day sabbatical from Mistressing. (Has that worked for you WC?)

I also am required to wear my cage when I go out at night as a reminder of who is in charge.

And while those daily "milkings" certainly keep a randy slave's libido in check, they also have had another unanticipated result: I realize that that form of discharge can become more of a chore than fun. Everyday gets a little harder to look forward to my "alone time", if you know what I mean.  It's a whole lot more fun getting to do it with Mistress, and asking her permission to cum.

As Terri notes, we may be on a different FemDom Planet?  Terri is locked up in chastity for 89% of his time, and under s very limited cum regime. He even does a daily chastity report that he shares with his wife Diane and her lover Paul.

Meanwhile, her at UCTMW, slave  is whining about how all those self administered cums are getting boring, while poor Mistress is enduring a 17 day draught, all the while being tempted by hot, available guys longing to take them off to their cabin for a good hard fucking.

It's sort of like the Bizarro World in those old Superman comics, where everything is in reverse, particularly the super heros, like Bizarro Superman and Supergirl, who are always screwing things up, rather than saving the day. And now, apparently, there is a Bizarro Wonder Woman, who uses that magic lasso to get people to lie, rather than tell the truth.

Maybe I really am in the Bizarro world. I could swear I woke up to a story on NPR about Donald Trump running for President!

Mistress Draws a Marriage Proposal

Here at our SW hideaway, Slave busied himself with a project of stuccoing our parapet. Don't believe me? Here's an "in progress" shot from up on our roof. Now I will confess it's been a little hard to match the color of the prior coat. But a little quirky texture and coloration variance is part of the whole adobe thing right?  We'll see how it looks after last night's thunderstorm!

I was all set to resign myself to another day with no news from Mistress when my text message lit up around noon time here. We were actually able to get a voice connection for a while, though Mistress was being shadowed by her Mother and sister it seemed at some primitive "hot spot", so she could not give me a candid read out about life on board. She did get an email through to me though, with some amusing details.

The crew who unloads the cargo loves [our daughter] as well. No good news on the sidedish topic. There is another guy... A newcomer from the last few days who is from the UK and traveling alone. Very interesting and works so her can travel and travels about 9 months a year to pretty remote places. Has great stories. Lots of prospects.... But no alone time. 

ON the phone Mistress explained that while she can slip out of her room she shares with her Mother to spend time in the boat's "bar" at night, our daughter has been joining her, and the Dowager Domme seems pretty conscious if she's gone for too long. What a shame. a hot babe with permission, but with too many chaperones!

Her email went onto explain another amusing development:

Saturday we went to an idyllic beach and we were pretty lazy. Was swimming with Steve and this seaman from the crew . Steve is the UK dude. Crew really likes [our daughter] and me. They speak no english.  Seaman asked Steve to ask if I would stay and marry him. He also said he is one of the Warriors on his home island. That's a first."

On the phone Mistress added a few details.

"I told him that I was already married.  He said, 'that's no problem, a lot of us have more than one wife!"

Poor Mistress, all these options but no time to slink away for fun. In comparison to her well milked slave, she's been in abstinence mode for 11 days and counting. She's may be ready to explode at anytime. Let's hope she gets a chance to relieve the tension soon.

But Slave should have taken her potential Warrior husband as an omen, and called a local bookie.  I slipped in to my cage and headed down to a local bar where the two steppin' music was playing on one side, and the Cavs v. Warriors game was on the other. I was pulling for my regional team, but as I should have known from the omen of Mistress's proposal, the Warriors came out on top. (excuse the cuckold oriented pun!) It's not looking good for LeBron and the Backbenchers.

When I got home I dropped my jeans over my cowboy boots, and snapped a photo of her work-a-day cock in its cage. If she can open her snapchat, she should be pleased to see I am following orders. Hopefully I am not so ham handed with my I-phone that the picture doesn't end up displayed like this: