Mistress and slave had a particularly restful Sunday, despite the extended presence of our working girl daughter and her boyfriend.
Sunday morning both couples were holed up in our bedrooms. I turned on some music to mask the sounds of Mistress's favorite power tool which seemed to have a desirable impact once applied to those clean shaven folds. My devotion was generously rewarded afterwards.
Who knows what was going on in the bedroom across the hall.
Later in the morning, we climbed on our bikes for a long ride downtown for brunch at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, enjoying the color show put on my the changing leaves. Then, with the Pussycats enjoying a bye week, we indulged in an afternoon movie at the neighborhood cinema.
The verdict at the end of our day was in: despite company in the house, we scored some quality couple time.
Now, sliding into the work week, slave has raised Mistress's eyebrows about the lack of cage time.
Excuse yesterday: it was a gorgeous day and I rode my bike to work. So, no cage.
Mistress looked at the weather report and decreed Tuesday a cage day.
"But Mistress.... remember I have a doctor's appointment."
It's my annual visit to the dermatologist to check all those spots and splotches that pop up on an aging slave. And they make you strip and put on one of those tie in the back robes for a full body inspection.
"Hmmmm...... you always seem to have an excuse, slave....."
There's always Wednesday.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Caught in the Act
Mistress and slave had planned a quiet Friday night at home. The only question was whether we would have the company of our now working, former co-ed.
When I arrived home, a bit sweaty from my bike ride, Mistress greeted me in one of those silky black nighties she will slither into for an evening home.
"Are you ready for an ass-fucking, slave?"
Who could argue with that proposition? And after a shower to rinse off the grime, slave collected Mistress's equipment to assist in on her mission.
"Our daughter's not responding to my texts, slave....what if the comes home in the middle of this?"
We took a risk, shut the door, and went "on task".
Mistress seemed pretty enthusiastic as she pumped into me, achieving her own cum while reducing her slave to a quivering husk of submissive hubbie. Then she allowed me to finish the job in a more conventional way before sending me off to clean up her tools for their next usage.
After a little R & R we adjourned to the kitchen and assembled a light snack, poured some wine, then settled onto the couch to watch an indie film -"The Overnighter" - about a Seattle couple that move to LA and share a strange evening with a kinky LA couple. Mistress was still in that short nightie, sans undies. As the movie kicked into a distinctly swinger vibe and clothes were shed on the screen, slave lazily fondled Mistress's clean shaven folds....
But just as she was about to enjoy her 3rd, maybe 4th, cum of the evening, a key rattled in the door.
Naturally, it was our daughter, with her eager to please boyfriend, who is finishing up his own degree this semester. He must have decided on a conjugal visit off campus.
At least I had my pants on. But Mistress was still in a less dressed state, and struggled to make sure her folds were covered and her lovely breasts were not peeking out as the boyfriend did his best Eddie Haskel impression, chatting us up about how our work has been going, yada, yada, yada.
Meanwhile slave quickly froze our movie, which otherwise would have created the impression that Mom and Dad were watching some sort of softcore porn while the kids were out.
I know we were a tad embarrassed. Not sure the boyfriend was embarrassed as he got a healthy dose of Mistress's generous cleavage looking down on her from the edge of our cozy couch.
Fortunately, the two horny 20 somethings soon adjourned to her cramped bedroom, just across the hall from our own.
I wonder if they feel any less weird about doing it across the hall from us than we will this morning doing it across the hall from them?
When I arrived home, a bit sweaty from my bike ride, Mistress greeted me in one of those silky black nighties she will slither into for an evening home.
"Are you ready for an ass-fucking, slave?"
Who could argue with that proposition? And after a shower to rinse off the grime, slave collected Mistress's equipment to assist in on her mission.
"Our daughter's not responding to my texts, slave....what if the comes home in the middle of this?"
We took a risk, shut the door, and went "on task".
Mistress seemed pretty enthusiastic as she pumped into me, achieving her own cum while reducing her slave to a quivering husk of submissive hubbie. Then she allowed me to finish the job in a more conventional way before sending me off to clean up her tools for their next usage.
After a little R & R we adjourned to the kitchen and assembled a light snack, poured some wine, then settled onto the couch to watch an indie film -"The Overnighter" - about a Seattle couple that move to LA and share a strange evening with a kinky LA couple. Mistress was still in that short nightie, sans undies. As the movie kicked into a distinctly swinger vibe and clothes were shed on the screen, slave lazily fondled Mistress's clean shaven folds....
But just as she was about to enjoy her 3rd, maybe 4th, cum of the evening, a key rattled in the door.
Naturally, it was our daughter, with her eager to please boyfriend, who is finishing up his own degree this semester. He must have decided on a conjugal visit off campus.
At least I had my pants on. But Mistress was still in a less dressed state, and struggled to make sure her folds were covered and her lovely breasts were not peeking out as the boyfriend did his best Eddie Haskel impression, chatting us up about how our work has been going, yada, yada, yada.
Meanwhile slave quickly froze our movie, which otherwise would have created the impression that Mom and Dad were watching some sort of softcore porn while the kids were out.
I know we were a tad embarrassed. Not sure the boyfriend was embarrassed as he got a healthy dose of Mistress's generous cleavage looking down on her from the edge of our cozy couch.
Fortunately, the two horny 20 somethings soon adjourned to her cramped bedroom, just across the hall from our own.
I wonder if they feel any less weird about doing it across the hall from us than we will this morning doing it across the hall from them?
Friday, October 23, 2015
Window of Opportunity
Our cute former co-ed has a job!!!
It may not be a career path. Who knows. But at least she's not just hunkered down in the house between trips to the gym and the mall, as she has been for the last few months since graduation.
"She was driving me a little crazy, slave!"
Mistress's "office" is here at our house. When she's not out meeting with clients, she is hunkered down at her computer writing and communicating. Typically, it's a nice, quiet, relaxed environment.
Except when someone else is lurking around, tramping up and down the stairs, looking over her shoulder. But with our daughter spending the work day out .... actually working.... well that restores Mistress's privacy.
And there is a side benefit too, isn't there?
And I'm not just talking about the chance to spend some private time with her favorite power tool.
What's the point of having the privilege of "messing around" if there is no safe and private place to get together with a prospective, or even an old reliable lover.
Mistress mentioned at dinner last night that she is having lunch with K today, just up the street from our house.
Will K suggest after lunch that they adjourn back to the UCTMW HQ for a quickie?
Will Mistress acquiesce?
It will have me wondering at lunch time down at my own office.
It may not be a career path. Who knows. But at least she's not just hunkered down in the house between trips to the gym and the mall, as she has been for the last few months since graduation.
"She was driving me a little crazy, slave!"
Mistress's "office" is here at our house. When she's not out meeting with clients, she is hunkered down at her computer writing and communicating. Typically, it's a nice, quiet, relaxed environment.
Except when someone else is lurking around, tramping up and down the stairs, looking over her shoulder. But with our daughter spending the work day out .... actually working.... well that restores Mistress's privacy.
And there is a side benefit too, isn't there?
And I'm not just talking about the chance to spend some private time with her favorite power tool.
What's the point of having the privilege of "messing around" if there is no safe and private place to get together with a prospective, or even an old reliable lover.
Mistress mentioned at dinner last night that she is having lunch with K today, just up the street from our house.
Will K suggest after lunch that they adjourn back to the UCTMW HQ for a quickie?
Will Mistress acquiesce?
It will have me wondering at lunch time down at my own office.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Genital Toaster?
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!
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!
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