Lazy, Spooky Saturday.

But for my visit to my aging Mom, and Mistress's simultaneous lunch with her (it's been a while) lover Jay, we had the day to ourselves yesterday.  Our daughter has been working a lot, leaving the nest more empty than not. And after her shift on Saturday, she headed up to her old campus for a sleepover with the boy friend.

"We've got the house to ourselves, slave...."

And we took full advantage.  There was some lazy wake up sex yesterday morning. A bike ride in the afternoon. A nice cozy late afternoon nap, and some worship afterwards.

Around 5:30 pm, we did the short drive to my older daughter's house to witness my grandkids in their cute trick or treat get ups. But I resisted the invitation to join them on their rounds. Been there. Done that.

"That's what parents are for, Mistress....."

Maybe that's bad grand-parenting, but I think our children understand, and appreciate the fact that old Mock and Molly like spending time with themselves.  It could be lots worse, right? Who wants those helicopter grand parents who never go home?

One thing we did not do was dress up in costumes. I suppose we are of the age (slave more so) when Halloween was for kids, not an excuse for adolescents of all ages to dress in some slutty or dorky costumes like our college age kids, and some older friends now do. No, we are old school.  But I suppose if we ever did get persuaded to dress up for some costume party, we could do something like this:

And Mistress would certainly fill out this type of costume nicely:

But, truth be told, we enjoy our private time much more than hanging out with grown ups trying to revisit their childhood trick or treat fantasies.

Back at home, slave whipped up some dinner and we settled into an evening at home, me watching my alma mater eke out another come from behind victory, and Mistress reading her kindle.

She had on some of those sportsy tights - thicker than pantyhose or her typical black tights, but form fitting.  It was a little too tempting for slave when Mistress stretched her feet over my lap, so may hands wandered up her legs, finding the apex of her firm thighs and fondling through the clingy fabric.  It seemed like it only took about 60 seconds before she moaned and bucked with what was likely her 4th cum of the day (at least as far as I knew).

Terri- with October in the books,  you need to focus on setting a better pace for Diane in November or we'll kick your collective asses again!

Back to Back Cage Days

Those of you who have been lobbying for more cage time should pat yourselves on the back today.

It was rainy here yesterday. And cold. So no bike ride to work. Mistress pounced, reminding me that my excuses had run out.

"I do have to go to a public building on the way to work, Mistress.... they may have a metal detector."

But she quickly reminded me that was what my plastic, back up cage is for.  It's a CB 3000 model, and its "moving parts" can tend to pinch and snag pubes, leading to some uncomfy moments beyond having to sit to pee.  But I knew that was no real excuse.

"Yes, Mistress...."

Fortunately, Mistress hasn't required me to decorate my cage, like this one.

As it turned out the pinching was not too distracting, and Mistress popped me loose when I got home.

Today I have to drive to work, even though the rain has stopped. She reminded me of my obligation. before we settled into bed last night.

"Another cage day, slave."

We have a social event after work, that could go on for a while. But I will be home before hand, So I guess the big question is whether I get sprung loose before or afterwards.

Slave Gets a Once Over

The cold and damp descended on River City yesterday. All that rain that fell on our Texas friends has crossed onto the heartland leaving us chilled and sodden.

Of course, there is an upside..... Mistress broke out her black tights after our wake-up sex, taunting me and presumably all red blooded guys she encountered during the day as she made her rounds.

As for me, I dodged cage status for the day because I had an appointment with the dermatologist. And it turned out I was fortunate to go cageless.

This MD was a rather fetching woman of Iranian descent in her 30's, and had a bit of Domme in her.  She had black (seemingly) leather pants tucked into black knee high boots, and a charmingly exotic accent.

On the other hand, slave was told by her nurse / assistant to strip to my undies and slide into one of those thread bare "robes" that ties behind your neck, making this old slave seem rather naked and vulnerable once the Doctor and her assistant returned to the room. She worked her way over my body - back, chest, legs, even toes, identifying a few areas the circled for "further study".  Then she turned to my"groin area".

"If you don't mind could you drop your underwear, Mr. Collins?"

Heck, what choice did I have? She was the expert, and I came for her expertise. (I guess that didn't cum out the way I wanted....).

She gave my ass the once over. Fortunately, Mistress had not used that hard wooden back scratcher on me over the weekend.  Nothing of interest made her poke or probe there.

Then she returned to my front, squatting a bit to get a closer look.

Fortunately, I did not have a hard steel cage to interfere with her examination. Mistress will be happy to know that she did keep her hands to herself, asking me to push my "package" to the right and the left so she could check out those creases at the apex of my thighs.

Fortunately, there was nothing going on down there that seemed out of the ordinary. And I mean that both in terms of skin anomalies and involuntary physical reactions to her close scrutiny.

Since there were a few patches that she wanted to biopsy for safety sake, slave had to sit there for another 40 minutes or so in my skivies as the nurse and my Iranian Domme numbed and carved me, using what looked like a mini paring knife to skin me here and there.

I'm sure somewhere in the kinky blog-o-sphere you can find a fetish involving dermatological skinning as foreplay..... but quite frankly it was much more fun to go home at the end of the day, watch Mistress peal away those black tights to her knees and put my lips and tongue to their highest and best use.

Excuses, Excuses

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.