Tights Season Has an Inauspicious Start

Mistress and slave had a pretty laid back weekend here in River City. There was that raucous night of domestic discipline and ass fucking Friday night. More wake-up sex on Saturday, and then even more sex here Saturday afternoon.

Cold and gloom had descended on our town, with the thermometer stuck in the 40's. It meant there was no excuse but to huddle in bed and let nature take its course.

Sunday was a little busier. After deploying Mistress's favorite power tool as a prelude to our morning sex, Slave spent the afternoon watching the now 4-0 Pussycats send the Chiefs back to the reservation.  (I do miss our old blogger compadre Suzanne when football season kicks in, since Mistress is hardly a sports fan!) Mistress spent some time with her Mother and sister who was in town this weekend.

Back at home at around 5:30, we were back in bed, and Mistress enjoyed a little more worship before we paged through the Times.

Mistress pointed out this article on the history of stockings and pantyhose in yesterday's magazine: The Politics of Pantyhose.  The gist is that the workplace expectation that women wear hose to cover their lovely stems is some hideous form of male repression. The trend is to leave them in the drawer, gathering lint. On the other hand, bare legs, even in the cold of winter are a "power move" by those women who have the legs (like Mistress) which can pull that off. If not, I guess you go with Hillary Clinton-esque popsicle colored pants suits?

In any event, this leaves a pampered if pathetic slave, with a tights fetish that goes back to middle school,  drooling over memories when all those "oppressed" women would show up on the street in their tights and hose once summer turned to fall. A gawker's delight! It's clear those times have passed.

I guess I am just stuck with football!

Another thing I am stuck with - based on popular demand apparently - is my cock cage.  My body is a little stiff from a lot of bike riding yesterday (to and from the game), so I'll be driving to work. And under Mistress's newly enforced rules, it's a cage day. I've already got that solid steel ring in place.

Are you happy, rabble?

Ouch!

Mistress was definitely in a feisty mood when Slave emerged from the early October gloom at the end of the work day.

I was allowed to shower off the detritus of my bike ride home through a mix of blustery wind and mist. But after that, the agenda was hers. And, very conveniently, our daughter had just left the house for the evening.

"It's been a very long time since I fucked you in the ass, slave....go fetch our supplies...."

It had been a while. So it took me some time to gather up her "tools" : the leather strap-on harness. It's plastic "business end". And of course the lubricant.

But, sadly, that was not all the equipment needed.

"And get the riding crop too, slave.... be quick about it."

Maybe it was Freudian, but I had absolutely no recall where the riding crop was. It's clearly been gathering dust somewhere.  When I made that confession, she had a substitute in mind. And I quickly came to regret my lack of preparation.

She emerged from the closet with her strap-on in place and a wicked wooden "back scratcher" in hand.  About 15 inches long, and very, very hard.

Slave obediently assumed the position, and proceeded to endure Mistress's wacking on my back side, with a good deal of squirming involved. I guess this is when some restraints would come in handy, because my inability to stay in one place had me enduring some extra wacks as Mistress ordered me to get back into position.

"So what is this punishment for?", I had the temerity to ask between whines of pain.

"You've not been paying enough attention to me, slave...."

Sadly, that's probably true.  I have been a little distracted at work and with some civic activity these last few weeks. Mistress deserves more. And she taught me that lesson very, very effectively.

When the whacks stopped falling, slave was shuddering a bit, and very relieved.  Mistress decided to take a photo to commemorate the occasion.

"This is for sharing with our readers, slave....."

Clearly, she's still appeasing the rabble. Although I have a feeling most of you will find my pale, blotchy ass less than appealing. Wouldn't you much rather see Mistress's bottom? With or without crop marks?

Rest assured that my butt is now back to normal, and that Mistress seemed to take much pleasure in deploying her strap-on. She always cums with mucho gusto when she gets to do all that thrusting.

And slave was allowed to take his own pleasure too after Mistress had done her "worst" on my aging ass.

After the dust settled, we settled down to watch a kinky Australian movie ("My Mistress"), culminating a night of excess that was too long in the cumming.

"We need to do this more often, slave", she murmurred, snuggling against me as I massaged her feet.

We am I to disagree.

Glad You Are All Amused

Based on the volume and tone of your comments here yesterday, it's clear you are all pleased as punch about this pampered house slave being locked away for the day.

You will be happy to know Mistress was pleased too.

"It really is reassuring to know you're under lock  and key slave.... I think you called and texted me more through the day...."

Mistress likes her slave to be in touch and attentive.

And I might add it was a long day in the cage.  Mistress had a drink with Jay around 5 pm. Jay's still working through a family medical crisis, so there was no sex involved. Then she went to a Board meeting, not getting home until 9 pm.

Slave was home, preparing dinner for our back at home daughter, and one of my older daughters and her husband. So while I was not in an apron and panties like Terri might be, I was attending to domestic chores.

And I was certainly grateful when Mistress arrived home and she popped me loose after about 14 hours on lock down. You get bet I showed my gratitude by some extended time between those firm and fit thighs.

As for Diane's comment that this become a more regular routine, Mistress seems to agree.

"If you're not riding your bike, I can see no reason for you not to be caged, slave...."

Now that's an incentive to get more exercise if I ever heard one.

I'm hoping its not a rainy day today.

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.