Fortuitously Free Range Slave

Slave got the day off from his cage yesterday.

I think Mistress was feeling sorry for me, because I was a little under the weather.

And thank goodness for her merciful beneficence.

I had a mid-afternoon appointment at our local City Hall. But what I was unprepared for was that the Mayor, out of some fit of paranoia, had instituted a new security screening system, complete with some rent-a-cops doing the TSA thing. They not only had a walk through metal detector turned up very high, but some guy with a wand which kept clicking as he passed it down my right leg, where there was no apparent metal.

"Do you have some metal in your leg, sir?"

"Hmmmm.... not that I know of...."

"Do you mind if I run your hand up your thigh here...."

"Go for it."

One can only imagine what would have happened if I had my hard steel cock cage on. Alarms sounding! Real cops called! And if I had retreated once I noticed the metal detector, would that have set off alarms too?
I suppose I could have just gutted my way through it, offering to "drop trou..." and demonstrate that I was not the 2nd coming of the infamous underwear bomber. Now that would have given the rent-a-cops on duty something to talk about.

So it was very good luck that I had been a "free range" slave for the day.

And I had a special treat after my run in with security at City Hall. Mistress stopped by after her own downtown appointment for some late afternoon worship.  It had been a while since I had a chance to take a break from office drudgery and lavish Mistress's clean shaven folds with my avid lips and tongue. And although tights season is now over, much to my own disappointment, it does make it easier for Mistress simply to slide off her black undies and spread her legs for the attention she deserves.

Yum.

Back in the Cage

Slave played a little prank on our readers on Friday, portraying Mistress as turning a new leaf when it came to perpetual cage time. At least one of our readers "blew the whistle" on what was an April Fool's Day deception.

But there was a kernel of truth to the little tall tale told.

Mistress has pointed out that slave seemed to have completely shirked "cage time" in recent months.

"So many excuses slave...."

So we've agreed to a new protocol which I started yesterday.

If I'm not riding my bike to work, then it's cage time.

That way I have an incentive to get some exercise. Only bad weather, or maybe the need to use my car for a mid or post workday engagement, should be a good excuse for avoiding my cage.

So yesterday, after our wake up sex with my steel ring already in place, Mistress seemed pleased to shut my little lock in the morning and send me off to work in a more "high security" state of dress.  From time to time she would text me--

"How is my caged slave doing?"

So she seemed much amused by my status.

And when I got home, before collecting my cute little grand kids for a dinner engagement, she was happy to inspect my lock and then spring me loose for the rest of the evening.

So at least there was no "overnight" cage duty.  Being sprung loose made me all the more earnest as I provided some pre-dinner worship.

Today-- well it's barely 30 degrees out. But should be sunny.  Sounds like a good day to ride my bike!

Sentence Commuted

Mistress and slave are now back in River City, after two long days on the road. Fortunately we had the mobile wifi cranked up, with lots to entertain us on the long slog home. (It always seems longer traveling East than West. Go figure!)

 Our Friday started very early, with all of that new (and frustrating) snow, which covered the high desert with a magical glow at dawn:


By mid-day we we were working our tedious way across Kansas, past the little town that Truman Capote made infamous in his book "In Cold Blood".  Mistress has a strange attachment to the scene of that gruesome crime, which now seems mundane in an age of mass shootings and terrorism.

We finally stopped our exodus in Independence, MO. ,  home and final resting place of our beloved 33rd President. After a late dinner, slave was a little too tuckered for full blown sex, but made sure that Mistress did not have a big goose egg on her hypothetical "cum chart" with some pre-sleep worship.  And fortunately, there was ample time for some wake-up sex in our hotel room before we got back on the road to finish our journey.

And for those of you worried about slave's condemnation to an indeterminate sentence in his cock cage, at least one of our discerning readers put together the entry with the date. I will repeat his very perceptive comment here, in case some of you less than diligent readers missed it this morning:

I  think that Mick has pulled an April Fool's Day Joke on all of you. He will probably be punished by Molly if he did not get permission since it implied several things.

1. This posting hints that Molly has been too soft and lax in enforcing the rules which we all know is not true. Slave just told a lie about his Mistress...WHACK !!

2. This posting gives the impression that Molly wants the sensation of cold steel pressed up against her in the middle of the night. Not being there to snuggle and cuddle properly to keep Mistress warm and cozy in bed is a dereliction of duty....WHACK !!!

3. Lastly, Molly would never give up the "morning wood" or wakeup sex. Mick has a responsibility to be there at the ready and on command to serve Molly's needs.....WHACK !!!

I am sorry if I have burst your bubbles on the fantasy of Mick living life in the cage 24/7 but this is not about Mick after all. It is about Molly and serving one's Mistress. You all should be punished for forgetting that.... DOUBLE WHACK !!!! :-) 

Someone has been doing his homework!

New Quarter. New Rules.

Mistress and slave are cruising through Kansas this afternoon. Sadly, we rose to a couple of  new inches of snow on our car, and a "powder day" on the mountain. Since snow has been scarce this last month, it was particularly cruel for the snow gods to taunt us on our way out of town.

But today's entry is not a rant on the vagaries of precipitation, but a primal scream from a guy with a very tender ass, that has been squirming through the day against the well worn leather seats of our ancient Volvo.

You see, last night, Mistress had a "come to Jesus" meeting with her erstwhile slave.

I should have known there was a problem when she asked me to retrieve the riding crop that had been sitting unused for so many months, poking out from her hand tooled cowboy boot in our closet.

It wasn't long before she had me across the bed, pants and undies around my ankles, ass fully exposed.

"You deserve a punishment, slave....and tonight you're getting one!"

Silly me, I asked for an explanation. And got a litany:

- failure to turn off bathroom lights without being asked.

Whack

-wearing my underwear to bed, contrary to our contract.

Whack

-and, of course, coming up with myriad excuses for not wearing my cock cage....

Whack.

"We are headed home, slave....and it's time for me to crack down on all these rule violations...."

Whack.

As she laid into my ass, eliciting mucho squirming and whining, Mistress laid out her new expectations:

"When we get home, the cage is going on....indefinitely...."

Whack

"What do you mean, exactly, Mistress?", I managed to mutter as her crop landed once again on my glowing ass.

"Your little blogger friend Terri seems to get along just fine with no scheduled release time or date, slave.....It's time for you to get with that sort of program...."


Whack....

"You don't mean me sleeping in the cage, do you Mistress?"

"Of course I do.... your cock will get used to it!"

Whack....

"But what about 'wake-up' sex....How will I fuck you with the cage on...."

"Your tongue can do just as well, slave....and I suppose I could find substitutes if I get a hankering for cock..."

Whack....

"No doubt, Mistress..."

So not only are we heading back to the heartland, away from our idyllic hideaway, but slave has a whole new reality to look forward to...it could be a long April.