Our Readers Are Appeased

Are you happy now?

All of those comments pointing out to Mistress that it's been a while since I wore that cock cage gathering dust in my sock drawer apparently reached critical miss.

I got the following text yesterday afternoon at work:

"I read those comments slave.... they're right..... we need to get you back in that cock cage."

There was even a postscript about getting out her strap-on Friday evening when our daughter has plans to spend the night elsewhere.

So Mistress has succumbed to the demands of our rabble of readers, sort of like a Roman Empress looking to the Coliseum riff-raff and asking whether to let the lions devour a Christian or two?

Slave knows how to follow orders though.  I made sure to smuush my cock and balls through that hard steel ring this morning when I climbed out of bed, before I head back upstairs for some wake-up sex. At least she'll have a particularly hard cock before it goes into lock down.

I hope you're all happy.

Way Too Early Sex

Mistress required her slave to cross a boundary into the unknown yesterday morning:

un-caffeineated wake-up sex!

Mistress had one of those way-too-early morning meetings up the highway, which meant she had to get up and into the shower by 6:30 am. Typically that requires us to abandon our wake-up sex traditions, deferring to later in the evening or even the next morning.

But for some reason Mistress and slave found ourselves awake in bed together at around 6 am, a time when Mistress is usually fast asleep.

"How about sex, slave?", Mistress asked.

But when your wife is the boss, that's just a rhetorical question isn't it?

"Hmmmm..... not sure I can get it going without coffee, Mistress."

The equivalent of a withering stare from Mistress threw down the gauntlet.

By starting with some pre-fucking worship, slave was able to get his head straight (and awake) which got other body parts straightened as well.  The result was an encouraging discovery: this old pampered house slave can still "get it on" (and up) without chemical stimulants!

Once our morning efforts were done we each headed off to the daily work drudgery. When I got home after a post-work meeting, Mistress had some interesting developments to share.

"I messaged K (her backup side dish) and we're having lunch on friday, slave....."

So Mistress has taken in hand the cuckolding conundrum we discussed here on Monday.

"Then later in the day I started getting some salacious texts from him..... pretty hot!"

"And what was he saying , Mistress?"

"He had some scenario in mind where he comes over here in the am, after you fuck me, and climbs into bed with me while you are in the shower...."

"Hmmmm..... sounds pretty hot, Mistress....."

Of course the problem is the presence of our college grad returnee.

"I mentioned that slave.... but K seems pretty interested....maybe we can set it up some morning when she's visiting the boyfriend, or has to go to work...."

Hope springs eternal, like old slave's work-a-day cock.

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?