Spinning Season

Mistress and our last remaining Co-Ed, in town for the holiday, have been going to morning spinning classes the last few mornings. And while it's cut into our shared bike rides, slave didn't realize that spinning has it's own kinky allure.

The costume.

Check out the rather fetching black tights Mistress combined with some cowboy boots for her trip to the spinning salon:

I was a little surprised how fetching Mistress looked just to go to a morning exercise class.

"You don't actually spin in cowboy boots, do you Mistress?"

"Of course not, that would be silly, slave....they provide special shoes there."

"Sort of like bowling?"

"NO it's nothing like bowling slave....you actually work up a sweat. Try it some time with me."

No. spinning isn't for me. I actually did it once with Mistress a long time ago. way too exhausting for an old, pampered slave.  And my sense is this place is mostly a babe thing. But if the babes where hot tights like this to exercise, maybe I should reconsider.  It would burn a lot of calories, and the view might no be too bad either.

Of course, Mistress and slave were able to enjoy their morning wake-up sex, playing a little music to mask our furtive couplings from the two daughters and one boyfriend across the hall from us before that mid-morning spinning session.

Then we were off to run our respective errands. Slave had some household chores to do, a trip to Home Depot, and even did a little Christmas shopping.  Mistress and our daughters went to the third consecutive family meal with the Dowager Domme and her sister and brother in law at a local restaurant, which I was able to get a pass on.....

When we got together back home at around 2:30 pm, Mistress explained how she let us dodge another big feed bag family feast.

"My mother was a little miffed when I told her we would not be coming to her house tonight for "leftovers", slave.....you owe me....."

Yes, I definitely owe her. The thought of three nights in a row chowing down with the same in-laws was a little more than a pampered slave could handle. And a night at home with Mistress was a lot more appealing.

Plus there was a bonus....Our Co-Ed was lured to grandma's house at the thought of leftover turkey and pies. And truth be told, she doesn't get as much time to spend with family as we do. With our recent grad working late and her boyfriend out with boyfriends, well that left us with a temporarily empty nest for at least a few hours, starting at 6 pm sharp.

You can bet we fully exploited it!

There was some introductory worship, some very enthusiastic cock riding, and then, after she had enjoyed several cum, Mistress gave her slave permission to cum.

So rather than Black Friday, Mistress and slave celebrated Two-fer Friday.

It was so much better than getting in a brawl at Best Buy over a wide screen TV!

May the Turkey Be With You!

Mistress and slave did some Thanksgiving "pre-gaming" last night over at the Dowager Domme's house. In addition to my mother-in-law and her husband, there were my sister in law and her husband and one of our "Dommes in Training". I'm not sure where the tradition of the pre-Thanksgiving chow down came from, but it seems odd to me. Is it to help stretch the membranes of our tummies to prep for what is to come?  Is it to exhaust all of the polite subjects of conversation so we can get too personal and catty when the full complement of guests show up for the full feast?

Last night's twist was that Mistress's sister and her husband (who drove me crazy seeking legal advice a few Thanksgivings back), are now on a diet. But rather than simply cut back on eating, they spent a good bit of the night explaining how bad all the things we were consuming were for us. Her I-phone now has an Ap that explains how many "points" are in each cup of soup, dab of dip, glass of wine, or slice of pie. And she made us well aware of each purloined brussell sprout from someone else's salad she grabbed and popped into her mouth.

I'm already wondering when she will run out of points and leave the table tonight!

At least we have built a little relaxation into our schedule today.  I am hoping for some wake-up sex with Mistress a little later this morning. Then some time hanging out with my cute grandsons.  We are lazy and pick up our turkey and fixings from a local chef at a funky downtown restaurant. So that should leave a little time for a mid-afternoon nap before we hunker down to greet our guests and family members for the annual force feeding.

And by starting at 4 pm, isn't there a good chance that all we be gone and the dishwasher grinding away for its first run of the night by 9 pm?

One can only hope.

Mistress did invite her lover Jay to stop by for desert. He could easily pass for a family friend with this crowd. And while it seems unlikely that he will show, the very thought of him sneaking upstairs, or out to the garden or driveway with Mistress for a quickie while her family digests the 5 pies already on hand should give us all something to be thankful for as we  work our way through yet another Thanksgiving!

When the Kids are Away....

Slave broke his 48 hour of abstinence streak early on Tuesday morning.  I knew I had better get some action while I had the chance . . . before the masses descended on the humble UCTMW World HQ.  Mistress was very accommodating, allowing her slave to take my pleasure after some wake-up worship, and before I headed into the office.

But I figured it might be a while before we had enough privacy for some intimacy in our bedroom. After all the boyfriend will be here through the weekend, and our youngest daughter would be arriving after midnight.

Sure enough, when I pulled into the drive at the end of the workday, the boyfriend was already there.  He's a nice kid. Maybe a little too suck-uppy to his girlfriend's parents for my taste. He clearly makes his presence known before heading off to bed with our cute former co-ed, who got home from her new job a little bit after the boyfriend arrived. The house was feeling more than a little crowded.

Mistress arrived home shortly thereafter, and we decided to hide out in our bedroom before dinner for a while. Mistress was sleepy, and we had that midnight run tot he airport ahead of us.  The sun wa already down, so we figured, good time for a pre-dinner nap. With the lights out, we cuddled with no particular prurient intent.

Then there was an unexpected announcement.

"Mom.... we're going to the grocery.  Do we need anything?"

I tried to squelch my enthusiasm, as I gave her a few items to search out that I hoped would prolong their stay.

When the door closed, and we heard their car back down the drive, suddenly our napping plans changed.

First, of course, there was some oral devotion showered on Mistress.

And then....

"How about some sex, Mistress?"

Of course in some F/m households that would be considered a breach of protocol.

How dare a slave take the initiative when it comes to nooky?

Fortunately, Mistress was in an indulgent mood, and we conducted our furtive couplings with abandon, enjoying the brief moments of privacy that will be all too limited this weekend.

But when we heard the car door close out in the driveway, we knew things had to be brought to a quick conclusion . . . fortunately slave was able to bring things to a head and finish the pleasant task allowed me before we heard that all too familiar query:

"When are are going to have dinner?"

Slacker Slave

Holiday overload  has already begun here at the UCTMW World HQ. One of my older daughters and her very earnest husband joined us for dinner here last night.  At least it was a small, manageable crowd to cook and clean up after. And some nice dinner conversation that was not swallowed by the din of too many squabbling family members.

Tonight it's a very late night drive to the airport to collect our youngest daughter. Then Wednesday evening we go to the Dowager Domme's house for dinner, just in time to begin expanding our bodily cavities to prepare for Thursday's forced feeding.

In the meantime, all this forced family timing can get slave distracted from his prime directive - appreciating and pleasing Mistress.

Yesterday was an abstinence day for me because Mistress had one of those too early Monday morning meetings. But I did get to appreciate Mistress slithering into those fetching black tights that hit some of my hottest buttons.

When I got home from work I first had to focus on getting some of our dinner into the oven.  But that did leave about 45 minutes before our guests arrived.  That gave me just enough time to shed the power suit, pull on some jeans, and then implore Mistress to wriggle down those tights (she still had them on) for me to shower those clean shaven folds with some much needed attention.

Today I'm a slacker because 1) I did not wear the cage yesterday; and 2) I can't wear it today because I am dropping off my daughter's car for service and will ride my bike into the office.

Mistress was a little disappointed when she heard the news.

"Sounds a little too convenient an excuse, slave."

And I must say I do enjoy that moment when Mistress closes the lock on my cage, particularly on those days when Mistress has some extracurricular plans of her own.

I feel a little guilty denying her the pleasure of knowing her cock is locked away for the day.

Maybe I have to give her that pleasure during Thanksgiving dinner?