When it Rains It Pours...

And I'm not talking about the damp, blustery weather here in River City yesterday.

No, I'm talking about Mistress's sudden abundance of side-dish nookie over three days.

Sunday I spent too much of my day watching the Pussycats succumb once again to that dreaded team from up river, who once again left our star QB on the sidelines. When I got home around 5 pm, Mistress was primping for a date with Jay.  It has taken them a while to co-ordinate their schedules, but finally the stars aligned.

I kissed her good bye and she headed off into the evening, promising to return around 10 pm. Slave cooled his heels at home, making some dinner for myself and watching a little more football.

Sure enough, Mistress slid back into our bedroom at around 10.  I was there waiting for her.

"I'm tired slave...."

"No doubt, Mistress."

It was the classic "rode hard, put away wet" situation for poor Mistress. She was a little too tuckered for a detailed debrief. But I got the highlights.

"We went out to dinner at (the rib place in his neighborhood).... then back to his house, slave.  It was your typical very athletic encounter.... only for about an hour...."

"An hour is a lot of sex in my book, Mistress".

(At least compared to our more efficient, and frequent, encounters.)

I didn't ask for the cum count. I suspect Mistress lost track. And we don't keep a monthly chart here at UCTMW the way Diane and Terri do at A Married Sissy.

As you might have expected, Mistress was a little too tired to indulge her slave with a second round of Sunday sex as she settled into bed.  But by Monday morning she was recovered enough to allow me to taste the results of her Sunday night fun, and also deploy her work-a-day cock to keep me on schedule for my monthly 22+ of cums.

By last night she was looking forward to a visit today at lunch time from her side-side dish K.

K has been texting her ever since Thanksgiving, hoping for a holiday season get together. And somehow Mistress was able to pencil him into her dance card before our other daughter returns home to overcrowd the UCTMW World HQ.

"I think you should be in your cage tomorrow while I'm entertaining K, slave...."

I thought about coming up with an excuse. Example: I have a dentist appointment this afternoon. Could that confounded electric scaling device the hygienist uses to clean my teeth form a circuit with my hard steel cock cage and fry the family jewels?  Would the hygenist ask me to "drop trou" as part of her oral health exam?

I guess those won't be too persuasive.

So it's a cage day for me, which will be a little more frustrating as I contemplate Mistress in our bed with the guy who seems able to do it three times in an hour.

Poor me!

Naughty or Nice?

Mistress and slave had a night on the town last night, dining and wandering around one of River City's old, funky neighborhoods that has become a big night life scene in recent years.  It was a nice cap to a relatively laid back Saturday, with the nest empty most of the day and evening.

That meant Mistress could sleep in, and then engage in some feisty cock riding without having to suppress the volume on her moans of delight.

After we both did some errands and visited our respective mothers, we were back in bed for a luxurious late afternoon nap and some reading.  We were so relaxed we forgot to have afternoon sex!

"This may be the last day we get to hang around here by ourselves for a while, slave...."

Sadly, that's true.  Mistress is retrieving our remaining Co-Ed from the east coast later this week. She will be back for Christmas, then heads back to Europe for her final semester once the holidays are over. And while she's here there will be a few too many family gatherings, holiday parties, etc., etc.

So that made it nice that we were able to slide off into the night for some frivolity last night. There were drinks, dinner, and a night cap wandering the sidewalks and engaging in some "Santa watching".  Apparently someone organized an "event" downtown where Santa attire was de riguer. And while it was hardly the same as wandering the charming farallito
lit streets near our SW hideaway, it had a certain funky charm of it's own.

As we were walking around, Mistress mentioned that before the house becomes more crowded, she had made some last minute holiday season plans of her own --

"It's going to be a busy week for your Mistress, slave..... Tomorrow night (Sunday) I'm going over to Jay's for "dinner"..... and then Tuesday, K is coming over to our house for "lunch"....."

I knew that both Jay and K had been lobbying for some intimacy time with Molly.  But work, family and travel schedules had been getting in the way. It was good to hear that Mistress had used her advanced multi-tasking skills to work things out before our holiday schedule got too crazy.

"Just in time for the holidays, Mistress".

Isn't it  good to know that Mistress will be able to be naughty with and nice to her side-dishes this holiday season?

Slaves' Right to 22

If you read our last post,  you saw a reference to a fancy Harvard touted study that purports to show that if a male in his middle years has at least 22 orgasms / month he has 2/3 the chance to contract prostrate cancer than his less sexually active counterparts.

In the absence of any scientific data to the contrary, I am going to assume that such a prescription for good healthy maintenance of those precious guy parts is based on good science and worth heeding.

Of course, just like those who deny the theory of evolution, think dinosaurs walked the earth 2000 years ago, or don't believe in "climate change", there are some of you out there who no doubt will insist that infrequent orgasms are the best way to maintain a male slave in good working order.

Nor would I argue  that the occasional sentence of abstinence (say one week every few months) for bad behavior - or just for the fun of it - is likely to materially raise one's health risks.

But that said, I am urging all of our readers - whether male slaves or submissives or female dommes - to sign onto a new addition to the Male Slaves' Bill of Rights: the right to 22!

Of course, Diane and Terri,  I suppose that doesn't mean that one's 22 monthly orgasms can't be administered while the cage is on and the hitachi is engaged.

Though I still can't figure out how that works!

Fortunately for this pampered house slave, Mistress is very indulgent. I have been on a 22 + / month diet for at least the last 22 years, even following the "no touch rule".

When I asked her if she was interested in following the advice of that crazy video posted here earlier in the week and limiting my cums to no more than once every 14 days, she scoffed.

"What would the point of that be, slave?"

Particularly with her side-dishes on hiatus due to scheduling issues these last few weeks, I think she would miss a good daily fucking, even if it comes from her same old, same old work-a-day cock.

Lucky slave!

In Defense of Pampering Your House Slave

On Wednesday I reported on that guy who believes that "happiness" is enhanced by denying males sexual release, based on a formula that would limit old guys like me to a cum frequency of no more than 1 every 14 days.  You younger guys can do it a little more frequently, no doubt because he's younger!  The formula of (age-7)/4 was offered up without much explanation.

I can tell you that Mistress, when exposed to this argument scoffed.  I think she likes to spoil her slave, or at least has come to believe that I behave better when encouraged to "release" all those sexual fluids on a regular basis.

But at the back of my mind was my recollection of studies that said men have a better chance of avoiding prostrate cancer.  Of course my own thoughts on who does or does not get prostrate cancer is purely anecdotal. I am at an age when I've known several guys who dealt with this disease, including my own father, then in his mid-70's.  The other, younger guys I know all fall into a certain category: nice guys who didn't seem likely to be getting much "action" at home, and unlikely to look for it elsewhere. (Of course, I could be completely wrong about that, I'm just making a probably unfair judgment about them based on their personalities and who their spouses).

Fortunately, one of our commenters did the research for me and came up with an article  with the name Harvard attached to it.  From there I found another article with the name Johns Hopkins attached to it.  The gist of both is that initially folks hypothesized that more frequent sex might actually encourage prostrate cancer by exposing a guy to STDs and inflammation.  But then someone actually did a study of sexually active guys in middle age and this is the summary:

Previous studies have been inconclusive, notes Platz, but "taken together, they hint that men who have more sex, or who have had a sexually transmitted disease, are more likely to have prostate cancer."

Platz and her colleagues at Harvard and the National Cancer Institute were unconvinced. As part of a massive study, led by epidemiologist Michael Leitzmann at Harvard, they recently studied nearly 30,000 men participating in the Health Professionals Follow-up Study. Most of these men were white and middle-aged, and very few had ever had a sexually transmitted disease. "In 1992, we asked the men who did not have prostate cancer to report their typical number of ejaculations per month in their twenties, forties, and during the past year," says Platz.

Could a man's sexual activity have any repercussions-one way or the other-on his risk of getting prostate cancer?

Over the next eight years, nearly 1,500 of these men went on to develop prostate cancer.

The scientists found that men who reported more ejaculations-more than 21 a month, on average across their adult life-had two-thirds the lifetime risk of prostate cancer of men who reported fewer (4 to 7) ejaculations a month. Notes Platz: "Compared with men reporting fewer ejaculations per month at all ages, men who reported 21 or ejaculations per month had one-fourth the risk of prostate cancer."

Certain important features of this study make these observations more credible, she adds. One is the sheer number of men involved; another is "the fact that the men reported their ejaculation frequency well before they were diagnosed with prostate cancer." Also, the scientists were able to rule out such factors as a man's history of sexually transmitted diseases, which could have clouded the results.

Another recent study of many men, with and without prostate cancer, has produced similar findings, says Platz. "Based on these two large, well-conducted studies, men should not be worried that frequent ejaculation will cause prostate cancer." The next step, she adds, is to figure out why frequent ejaculation seems to have this protective effect, and the role inflammation plays here.

I am one of those fortunate guys who has averaged more than 22 orgasms per month for the last 23 years or so.  I would bet I am at about 30  / month over those years, with the occasional two-a-day canceling out the rare abstinence day. 

So it seems that according to this study, Mistress's approach to her slave's orgasm management - whether intended or not - may assure that my chances of getting prostrate cancer are one third less than those of you who have less than 21 cums per month. 

Of course, one can still draw the bad card and lose out, despite all that good behavior. We all know folks who have had heart attacks who eat well and exercise regularly.  Sometimes your number is up despite the "odds".  

But in terms of my own "happiness", and while toying with tease and denial every now and then can have  a certain appeal, I am glad Mistress has elected to "stay the course" and continue pampering her house slave.