Lake Escape

Mistress and slave bolted from River City early Friday morning for a weekend getaway on one of those Great Lakes to the north. There has been plenty of sex. To the point where Mistress is considering shutting me down for a day or two. 

"It's been a busy week for me. "

True. Jay last Saturday. Me all week. Then K on Thursday. 

Poor Mistress!

We also got in some walks on the sunny beach. And an afternoon at my alma mater for some college football. 

Not much time to blog now. A little more r and r before we head home. But here's a special treat from this morning:

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.