Mistress's Afternoon Diversion

The good thing about running your own business, as Mistress does, is that you can engineer a little free time in the middle of the afternoon when the stars align with a desirable side-dish.

So it was yesterday afternoon.

Slave was safely tucked away at work, all locked up in his cock cage.  Mistress checked in around lunch time, reporting that K, her occasional lover, was stopping by for an hour or two around 1:30 pm.

I heard back from her again as I was on the way to my dental appointment.

"Here I am, slave.... had a very nice time with K. Now he's off to an office holiday party."

Looking forward to Mistress's account of her afternoon, I suffered through a somewhat painful cleaning. (Does anyone hate that electronic scaler as much as I do, as it pinches at tender gums and nerves?  It could be a classic torture device if applied to more sensitive body parts! ) Don't worry Terry, unlike my leather pants wearing dermatologist, the older lady who cleans my teeth was unlikely to provoke any reaction from my caged cock.

Back at the house by around 6 pm, I found Mistress in recovery mode in our bed. She was happy to peal back her black tights for some oral worship, allowing her slave to savor the mingled tastes of Mistress's natural fluids and the remnants left behind by K.

"It was pretty hot slave....K gets down to business....it was pretty much up the stairs, strip off my clothes and get to it...."

"And so what sort of sex was it, Mistress?"

"K likes lots of different positions, slave.....from behind, me on top, him on top....and he spent a lot of time with his mouth on me, slave....."

K also has a habit of leaving a little of himself behind in our bedroom.

"Sorry slave.... there's another K stain on our comforter today....."

Oops.

It turned out that they did it twice in the 90 minutes or so they spent in bed together.  Not bad for a guy in his 40's.

Later I made us some dinner and we settled into watching a movie on TV. It was then I realized something odd.

"You never took my cage off, Mistress."

Mistress giggled a bit.

"Hmmmm..... I think you're getting used to it slave....maybe we need to keep it on you a lot longer."

I suppose I had gotten used to it yesterday.  But Mistress was kind enough to pop it off me before bed time.

So I'm back to "pampered" status.

Phew.

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!