The Cuckolding Conundrum

Mistress and slave were delightedly surprised to learn that our back from college daughter was abandoning the nest over the weekend to go on a road trip with her boyfriend. She was gone Friday afternoon and not back until Sunday evening dinner time.

It gave us a chance for some more relaxed and somewhat louder sex on Saturday and Sunday morning.  Yesterday slave broke out Mistress's favorite power tool for a little intro-cum, culminating in Mistress asking her slave for permission to cum.

Then Mistress treated her slave to some taunting oral attention to her work-a-day cock, making me to do the begging before I was allowed to fuck her.  Toss in some robust cock-riding and it was a very hot and extended session in the UCTMW World HQ!

Saturday evening we went down the street to a local bar where a band slave has followed over the years was playing. It was a balmy early fall evening, and the band and the followers gathered were out on the patio. As slave ordered drinks at the bar Mistress stood behind me in the middle of the room, and my peripheral vision picked p some conversation between her and a guy in his 40's or so, about 6 foot.

Done at the bar, I handed Mistress her tequila on the rocks, and the guy faded into the crowd.

"Was he hitting on you, Mistress?"

"Kind of slave..... but I pointed to you and said my husband was getting me a drink...."

It got us talking about Mistress's on again off again efforts to find that perfect "side-dish".

Slave had been pretty busy all day Saturday visiting my aging Mother and an older daughter in the hospital.

"With that empty nest on Saturday, it would have been a perfect day for some cuckolding, slave...."

But alas, while Mistress and Jay have a solid connection, his own family duties have made it increasingly difficult to connect. And while Mistress is open to finding someone who is more accessible to fuel our mutual cuckolding fetish, it isn't easy.

"We've tried the whole on-line thing, Mistress.... AM, fetlife, collar-space.... but that has shown diminishing returns...."

"Lots of wackos, slave....."

And while some folks find side-dishes at work, Mistress is self-employed. She gets out to meet with clients, but that's probably not the best way to shop for extracurricular fun.

"I could probably get picked up places, slave.... but I'm not too comfortable with that...."

"Can't blame you, Mistress."

And while Mistress might easily find potential one-night stands at a local watering hole, that's not the thing she's into. Take into account that not many guys are "string-less" and don't get the whole cuckold dynamic, and the odds are definitely stacked against finding that right guy, are they?

Any thoughts on where Mistress should go shopping?

Wake Up Sex Interruptus.

Does this ever happen to you?

Yesterday morning, our wake up sex rituals were proceeding as normal.

Slave used his considerable oral skills to induce Mistress's first cum of the day.

Then I was given permission to take my own pleasure by engaging in conventional sex, me on top, Mistress below. The old reliable missionary position is not No. 1 in most bedrooms without a reason.

Mistress seemed to be enjoying the moment. And so was I. For sure.

But all good things come to an end. In this case, an orgasmic one. As I got to that moment of no return, I did what I always do.

"Mistress may I cum?"

"Yes, slave....."

But just at that very moment, just as Slave was going to do what Mistress had allowed....

Mistress pushed one way, Slave pumped another, and , well.....

"Oops", as Rick Perry would say.

Slave's work-a-day cock popped out at the very last moment. What was the moment of climax turned onto the moment of "arrrgh".

And it was too late to stop, regroup, and re-enter.

Our sheets got a bit damper, rather than Mistress's clean shaven folds.

Slave cried out in frustration.

Mistress giggled.

"What happened, Slave?"

It was a cum, I suppose. But a spoiled one.

Later in the day, at work,  I got a text message from Mistress.

"Kind of thought it was oddly hot when your cock fell out"

"Glad you were amused Mistress".

So was this hot? Is this something that Domme women typically find amusing?

Cage Time Complications

In the last couple of days we've heard via email from a long time reader, John, who also publishes his own blog http://exquisitedungeon.com/, (Exquisite Dungeon). Mistress was curious when I read her John's emails and asked to peruse his blog. She was particularly drawn to some illustrations of women (John's mistress?) with keys on chains around their necks.

"Hmmm..... that would certainly be a good way to both remind you who's in charge, and make other folks curious..."

"As in, 'gee Molly, what's that key for?'"

"Exactly, slave....."

I suspect Jay would know exactly what the key was for if Mistress wore it over to his house for one of their lunch time or sleepover dates.

This morning I noticed on tumblr a photo of another way to not so subtly display a Mistress's key:

Although in this case, I'd worry that the key could easily get kicked  off and end up on the pavement somewhere. Hopefully there is a back-up key at home?

Another interesting story line popped up on Terri's blog, A Married Sissy, who discovered on Tumblr a card that one unfortunate cage wearer is required to give to random strangers to disclose his status as a cage wearer:

The back of the card has a description of why this fellow wears a cage, and a place for the stranger to initial so the keyholder knows her submissive is following orders.

This development ties in with a recent article about a transgender air traveler who got delayed in Orlando recently by TSA because of confusion when "she" went through the scanner, which disclosed an "anomaly" in the region of her crotch.

TSA claimed that the staff in Orlando was simply following the applicable "protocol" for such travelers.

Could the same thing happen to traveling cage wearers?  Is there a "protocol" for TSA to follow when they notice a steel or plastic anomaly affixed to one's genitals? And maybe a helpful carrying card could help persuade TSA to "stand down" under some circumstances.

All this makes me feel a little guilty that I've been dodging cage time in recent weeks.

Almost.

Mistress's Return

Mistress spent the night at her lover Jay's house on Monday.

Slave dutifully prepared dinner for our "home for the time being" daughter, and spent the evening doing seemingly manly things - catching up on my alma mater's showtime football show, and watching a bit of the Jets and Colts on ESPN.  I scrupulously followed the "no touch" rule, and heard from Mistress by text or over the phone several times during the evening and then again Tuesday morning.  She seemed to be enjoying her evening "out"

It's always a little bit lonely in that big bed without her, but she does deserve the occasional "night out", in this case with a certain guy rather than the "girls".....

And the reunion is always special, isn't it?

When I got home after work she was napping on our bed in one of those foxy black nighties she is fond of.

"I hate to say it slave, but I didn't get much sleep last night....."

She sent me off on a solo bike ride, while she rested a little more. Then I was able to enjoy worshiping those well used clean shaven folds.

She mentioned that I wasn't the only one who had spent some time "down there" in the last 24 hours.

"Jay loves to do that too slave.... I think he likes it almost as much as you do....."

And while she was a little too tuckered to allow me my sexual privileges last night, I made sure to worship her one more time before we both got some shut eye.

But I have a feeling she'll let Slave break his sad 48 hour abstinence streak  this morning.