Our readers will likely be pleased to know that slave was in his cage yesterday from about 7:30 am until nearly 10 pm. Not only was there a long work day, but after work I picked up Mistress and took her to a community event, and then later to dinner. There was no whining on my part for an "early parole" during the brief period when I was home.
Not that Mistress would have indulged me.
And at the "community event", in which slave had to do some performance art, suspect no one would have noticed that Mistress's slave was under lock and key beneath my business attire.
When we got home we both had a chance to see Diane's comment (Diane is Terri's dominant wife over at A Married Sissy) concerning slave's lame Saturday morning excuse about cold weather somehow impairing my ability to squeeze into the steel ring that is the base for my cock cage.
She suggested that there are ways to do "genital warming" to solve the problem, though her real solution seemed to be "don't let him out of the cage in the first place."
Fortunately for me, Mistress likes to have ready and frequent access to her slave's "work-a-day" cock, particularly since her side-dish has been out of action for some weeks now. And as for genital warming - well I'm not sure what she had in mind. I suppose a hot shower would have done the trick, but I was pressed for time Saturday morning, with no time for showering and warming that way.
This could be a great idea for some creative entrepreneur looking for something to introduce to the "As Seen on TV" marketplace. I can hear it now:
"New - from the inventor of the George Forman grill - the genital toaster. Make sure your male submissive never has some lame excuse that keeps him from popping into his cock cage on those cold winter mornings!"
If you act now, we'll throw in a pair of chrome nipple clamps!
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Rain Check Redemption Day
I know some of our readers were appalled at the notion that on Saturday slave failed to consummate his caging properly, using cold weather and the physiological consequences as a lame excuse. And somehow a "rain-check" seemed even less slave like to some of you.
Yesterday I dodged the cage by riding my bike to work.
Definitely don't want that cage grating against a bike saddle over my 10 mile commute to and from work, right?
But today -- no excuses. Mistress reminded me of my obligations, and I diligently remembered to grab my hard steel ring and slide into it this morning before the cold set in. It's set to go, and ready for some wake up sex before the cover is applied and Mistress snaps the lock closed.
And it's likely to be a long cage day, since slave will be attending a public event with Mistress this evening. Somehow I doubt she's going to spring me loose before that event is over and we share some dinner on the town.
Hope that makes the rabble happy!
Yesterday I dodged the cage by riding my bike to work.
Definitely don't want that cage grating against a bike saddle over my 10 mile commute to and from work, right?
But today -- no excuses. Mistress reminded me of my obligations, and I diligently remembered to grab my hard steel ring and slide into it this morning before the cold set in. It's set to go, and ready for some wake up sex before the cover is applied and Mistress snaps the lock closed.
And it's likely to be a long cage day, since slave will be attending a public event with Mistress this evening. Somehow I doubt she's going to spring me loose before that event is over and we share some dinner on the town.
Hope that makes the rabble happy!
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Crowded House
Mistress and Slave are still here, though we have had to go into deep under cover this weekend, not because of any security breach (fingers still crossed), but because both of our daughters are here this weekend. Our walls are a little too thin when all four of us are sleeping upstairs.
But despite our lack of privacy, we did somehow leverage a "two-a-day" out of Saturday's challenging environment.
There was some robust wake-up sex, plus some bonus sex after a restful after afternoon nap.
I think the latter took Mistress by surprise.
As we woke from our nap around 6 pm, Mistress figured her slave was going to take a pass.
"I guess it's too crowded here for sex this afternoon, slave?"
"Not so fast", Mistress.
I put some music on to mask the sounds of pleasuring from the daughter was seemed to be enjoying some screen time on the other side of our bedroom wall. Then furtively dived under the sheets and betwixt Mistress's thighs.
She definitely made it worth my while.
There was one problem yesterday though.
Mistress had scheduled a cage day for me since we were both heading in different directions for much of the day. But slave screwed up. I forgot to slide on the hard steel collar before our morning engagement. And Mistress left the house promptly after that, forgetting to make sure her orders were carried out.
Now don't assume I need to be nagged. I remembered the cage after I showered, but, sadly, the cold weather that has set in here had its typical physiological impact. My balls had contracted so close to my body that it was impossible, despite much poking and prodding, to slide coax them through that hard steel ring.
Oops.
When Mistress discovered my uncaged status on her return she was not pleased.
"I guess I owe you a rain check, Mistress."
"That's the least of it slave".
I have a feeling that the nasty wooden back scratcher may get broken out again once our nest is empty again.
Finally, thanks to all of you who commented after Friday's blog with encouragement to stick around here. It's great to know you would miss us!
But despite our lack of privacy, we did somehow leverage a "two-a-day" out of Saturday's challenging environment.
There was some robust wake-up sex, plus some bonus sex after a restful after afternoon nap.
I think the latter took Mistress by surprise.
As we woke from our nap around 6 pm, Mistress figured her slave was going to take a pass.
"I guess it's too crowded here for sex this afternoon, slave?"
"Not so fast", Mistress.
I put some music on to mask the sounds of pleasuring from the daughter was seemed to be enjoying some screen time on the other side of our bedroom wall. Then furtively dived under the sheets and betwixt Mistress's thighs.
She definitely made it worth my while.
There was one problem yesterday though.
Mistress had scheduled a cage day for me since we were both heading in different directions for much of the day. But slave screwed up. I forgot to slide on the hard steel collar before our morning engagement. And Mistress left the house promptly after that, forgetting to make sure her orders were carried out.
Now don't assume I need to be nagged. I remembered the cage after I showered, but, sadly, the cold weather that has set in here had its typical physiological impact. My balls had contracted so close to my body that it was impossible, despite much poking and prodding, to slide coax them through that hard steel ring.
Oops.
When Mistress discovered my uncaged status on her return she was not pleased.
"I guess I owe you a rain check, Mistress."
"That's the least of it slave".
I have a feeling that the nasty wooden back scratcher may get broken out again once our nest is empty again.
Finally, thanks to all of you who commented after Friday's blog with encouragement to stick around here. It's great to know you would miss us!
Friday, October 16, 2015
Exit Strategy?
It's been a somewhat tumultuous week here at the UCTMW World HQ.
Slave has been involved in a bit of a political uprising in town. Mistress got some nasty text messages from an angry operative as a result of my "acting out". She was not pleased, and for good reasons. My loud mouth had given her unnecessary grief.
"Maybe I should just head out to our SW hideaway for a few weeks slave, until all this stuff passes."
Who could blame her. But I sure hope she sticks around. I would miss her terribly. Plus, She might put me in the cage and take the key with her for the duration.
Some of our readers will be pleased to learn that I was in my cage all day Tuesday when this happened, actually until around 10 pm, because my older daughter was over to watch the big "debate". But I have been uncaged since Tuesday night, because I biked to work. (At least the incentive of going cageless is good for my fitness!)
Wednesday evening our daughter was away, and with an empty nest, Mistress was free to "lower the boom". Or, in this case, what she lowered onto my ass, with a snap of her wrist ,was that nasty long wooden back scratcher that has become her preferred punishment tool .
"You're getting ten, slave...."
And I did.
Ouch.
Afterwards, slave made amends with some attentive devotion to those alluring clean shaven folds. Hopefully I have atoned, and will pay closer attention to Mistress's warning that I more judiciously wag my tongue in the next few weeks.
Well if my tongue is wagging, we all know where it should be, right?
In the meantime, Mistress wondered if we should pull down the blog, as an extra security measure, just in case our political foes start poling around for dirt.
We are holding off on that for now, but don't be surprised if we go "on the lam" sometime soon, at least for a while, until the coast is somewhat clearer.
Slave has been involved in a bit of a political uprising in town. Mistress got some nasty text messages from an angry operative as a result of my "acting out". She was not pleased, and for good reasons. My loud mouth had given her unnecessary grief.
"Maybe I should just head out to our SW hideaway for a few weeks slave, until all this stuff passes."
Who could blame her. But I sure hope she sticks around. I would miss her terribly. Plus, She might put me in the cage and take the key with her for the duration.
Some of our readers will be pleased to learn that I was in my cage all day Tuesday when this happened, actually until around 10 pm, because my older daughter was over to watch the big "debate". But I have been uncaged since Tuesday night, because I biked to work. (At least the incentive of going cageless is good for my fitness!)
Wednesday evening our daughter was away, and with an empty nest, Mistress was free to "lower the boom". Or, in this case, what she lowered onto my ass, with a snap of her wrist ,was that nasty long wooden back scratcher that has become her preferred punishment tool .
"You're getting ten, slave...."
And I did.
Ouch.
Afterwards, slave made amends with some attentive devotion to those alluring clean shaven folds. Hopefully I have atoned, and will pay closer attention to Mistress's warning that I more judiciously wag my tongue in the next few weeks.
Well if my tongue is wagging, we all know where it should be, right?
In the meantime, Mistress wondered if we should pull down the blog, as an extra security measure, just in case our political foes start poling around for dirt.
We are holding off on that for now, but don't be surprised if we go "on the lam" sometime soon, at least for a while, until the coast is somewhat clearer.
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