With Her Slave Locked Away, Mistress Will .....

Thursday started like any other day here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Blog written.

Blog read by Mistress while being worshiped.

Wake-up sex.

Slave into his cage and Mistress closing the lock.

Slave off to work, while Mistress works from her home office.

But then.... I was "slaving away" at the office when I got a text from Mistress.

"Lunch with K, slave..... he's coming here...."

Hmmmm.... this required a follow up phone call. Mistress explained that her lunch appointment canceled, so on a flier she texted K (her side-side dish) and asked if he wanted to meet for lunch at the restaurant they've been a few times.  Further texting ensued....

K: Is your daughter working today?

M: Yes.

K: Why don't I come to your house?

M: Really?

K: I've got a hard cock for you.

While it had been a while (maybe 6 months) since they had "hooked up", Mistress was clearly intrigued.  Not one to shirk a hard cock, the answer, of course, was "Why not?".

Slave went back to work, attending a lunch meeting at my office, but my cage seemed a little tighter than usual as I downed the catered eggplant parmesan and tried to pay attention to my blathering colleagues.  The fate of a  cuckold husband is to imagine the things happening in the marital bed when his wife is entertaining a lover. And I have a very vivid imagination.

Turns out, what happened was even beyond the imaginings of my in-the-gutter brain.  Here is a brief summary of Mistress's after action report, served up in our bed Thursday evening, after Mistress woke from her much needed nap.

"When I opened the door, he just pushed me against the wall, slave.... and kissed me, his hands going where you might expect....I was a little worried that the neighbors might see...."

Hmmm.... hands all over her?  I was imagining Mistress had some work-a-day jeans on.... or maybe her bike riding clothes....

"So what were you wearing Mistress?"

"That little black nightie I lie around the house sometimes when you're here slave.... I figured after I took my shower, knowing K was coming over, well why get all dressed up...."

Why indeed.

"Was that hot, Mistress.... him pushing you against the wall....very dominant...."

"Of course, slave... He said I looked incredibly hot...."

Mistress does like a complement. But then K's observation was dead on.

"And then?"

"Then he told me to walk up the stairs in front of him, so he could fondle me on the way to our bedroom....'

"Like with his hand between your legs, Mistress?"

"That's right, slave."

I couldn't help but imagine how wet Mistress must have been, after K's 'surprise attack" at the door, then his fingers probing those clean shaven folds as she was hustled up the stairs.


"And then?"


"Well then I was in our bedroom, him stripping for me, then me sucking that cock, slave...he really likes that...."

"No doubt."

"There was cock riding, and more conventional fucking.... he stayed for about an hour and a half.. We did it three times in all....."

"Huh . . . are you saying he came three times while he was here?"

"That's right, slave. He is kind of amazing. Very fit...."

That is a jaw dropper. K is about 8 years younger than Mistress, a very macho hockey player type.... but how many of us, even in our 30's could do it 3 times in 90 minutes?  Not this humble and pampered house slave.

No wonder Mistress was tuckered out by the time I got home.

But she did let me worship, adding one more cum as a nightcap after her rather busy day. And K's lunch time "hat trick" left a compelling and complex aftertaste to Mistress's lush, well exercised folds.

It made for a sweet and savory nightcap for me too.

Mistress Visits Her Caged Slave

As promised, it was a cage day for Ol' Mick yesterday.

After our morning wake-up sex, Mistress seemed pleased to click the little lock closed for the day.

And the bonus was that Mistress had a meeting downtown that allowed her to stop by my office for a late lunch date. She sauntered into my corner of the floor at around 1 pm, looking particularly hot in her ankle boots and black tights. And although we were both a little hungry, there was some "business" to take care of first.

"Would you like some worship, Mistress?"

"Of course, slave.... I thought you'd never ask...."

(Well it had only taken me about 60 seconds, but I don't want to try Mistress's patience).

It's always fun to watch Mistress slither out of one leg of her tights, and then pull down her panties, while perched on the corner of her "throne" in my office, chair pressed against the door to avoid any untimely intrusions.

Soon slave was on his knees, cock securely caged away, showering Mistress's clean shaven folds with the sort of attention that Mistress seems to relish. It was not long before she was stifling a moan of release, her hips pumping against my eager mouth.

"Good job, slave....."

After she rearranged her clothing, we were off to a little French joint up the street for a relaxed lunch. And while we ran into a few folks we knew walking up the street, or in the restaurant, I doubt anyone would have suspected that my privates were under lock and key as I lunched with my lovely wife.

At home last evening, Mistress sprung me loose so I could go for a quick bike ride before the sun disappeared. I showed my appreciation by a little more pre-supper worship, raising Mistress's cum total to at least three for the day (in case you are keeping track Terri and Diane).

Cage Day in River City

Mistress has become a bit more militant when it comes to cage time for her devoted slave.

I had an excuse yesterday, a trip to the MD and then a bike ride. So I got the day off. But, as so will see,  not today.

 Monday  turned out to be an abstinence day for me. It was one of those days when Mistress had a very early morning meeting, which meant no wake-up sex. And maybe that was a good thing for Mistress.

On Sunday evening she had a rare complaint.....

"All that sex with Jay on Saturday morning, and then with you Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning, slave..... my parts are a little sore."

"Poor Mistress. I guess you havn't been that well used in a while...."

"No, slave... I suppose not."

It's sort of like that first long run or ride in the spring....your body needs a little time to get back into fighting, or in this cawe, fucking shape.

Monday evening when I got home from work, Mistress was relaxing in our bed, still in the black tights she had worn to her early morning meeting. ANd she was more than amenable to some pre-dinner worship, wriggling out of her tights to accommodate my devotions.  But she didn't insist on her slave taking his own pleasure.

She clearly needed some R&R time, free of her intrusive work-a-day cock.

Before bedtime she confirmed that I would not be riding to work this morning.

"Then it's a cage day, slave....."

"Of course, Mistress."

I already have that hard steel ring on. But I'm hoping she will be more receptive to her slave's attention before the lock gets clicked shut for the day.

Epic

As promised, slave spent most of his Saturday in the cage, while Mistress was off for some much delayed play with her lover Jay.  ANd while there was none of our traditional "wake-up sex" here at the UCTMW HQ, I did use my tongue and lips to provide Mistress with an early morning "starter cum" before she headed over to Jay's house at 8:30 yesterday morning.

She made sure that steel cage was locked in place before she left.

"I suppose it's a little silly to make you wear the cage on a Saturday, slave.... but it does make me feel better to know you're secured away while I'm having fun with Jay."

I had very domestic plans: morning with my cute little grandsons, then watch my alma mater play a little college football starting at noon. The boys were fun, and the team was doing well when Mistress called me at around 1 pm, on her way home.

"It was epic, slave.....good to be back to normal with Jay again...."

Jay has had some serious health issues to deal with in his family that have kept him distracted.  That has finally (and sadly) been resolved at least, so he may be emerging from his understandable funk. At least yesterday, he must have been focused on their mutual delight.

"It was the usual, slave.... lot's of cock-riding, doing it with him standing behind me....."

"Did you get to suck his cock, Mistress...."

"Of course slave..... Jay loves it when I do that....."

Now there's no surprise.

You could tell she was well and properly used later that afternoon, as she dozed off on the couch next to me as I watched my team finish their job in workmanlike fashion, possibly on track for a post-season run. But she rallied to take a bike ride with me when the game was over. (Thankfully she sprung me loose from the cage first).

Later in our bed, Mistress gave her devoted slave a chance to taste the fruits of her busy morning,  her natural aromas mixing with the juices Jay had left behind to make a heady, alluring concoction that had slave's work-a-day cock more than anxious for some relief.

I was a little concerned that Jay had worn out my welcome, and was fully prepared for Mistress to defer me until morning. But you have to admire a Mistress always game for just a little more....

"Go for it, slave..... "

And you can bet I didn't have to be invited more than once.


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