It's been a busy week for both Mistress and slave. And now I am off in our nation's capitol while Mistress has been left to her own devices back in River City.
"Maybe I should have made you wear the cage, slave...."
I suppose I should have asked before I left down. But at least I have been following the "no touch" rule, looking forward until tomorrow evening when I will be reunited with her.
In the meantime, at least I can electronically page through my collection of provocative photos of Mistress and share a couple with our devoted readers.
Here's one from tight's season. It's the only thing I miss once sprng finally arrives.
But then this view of Mistress's un-tighted legs isn't so shabby, is it?
And finally, how about a photo of Mistress in some of her colorful under-garments:
I hope some illustrations will at least give me a pass until I can provide some more substantive blog-fodder for our devoted readers.
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Thursday, April 14, 2016
HNT./ Missing Mistress
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Sunday, April 10, 2016
Cuckolding In the News
Mistress and slave have had a
rather low key weekend so far here in River City. Friday involved dinner at
home and an evening at a local jazz club, where my lovely Mistress caught more
than a few eyes. In an odd coincidence she ran into a woman who was an underclassman
at her small liberal arts college. I wasn’t flattering when I whispered that
Mistress looked much younger than her supposedly younger friend.
Saturday I spent the morning with a
cute grandson, and returned around 1 pm for an afternoon in bed….both of us
needed the R&R. And we were thrilled to dodge a dreaded bullet. The couple
who insisted we join them for dinner and a night at the symphony cancelled!!
(Happy dance from Mick, who is not
much of a classical music buff!)
That left our evening open for a
movie and a stop at Mistress’s favorite ice cream parlor, just a short walk up
the street. Much more relaxing!
But today’s blog is not about Mick
avoiding Segovia and dinner at a dreary country club. It’s about one of our
little fascinations here at UCTMW – the science behind cuckolding! And an article in yesterday’s NY Times
shed some historical light on the phenomenon under the headline: “(Fathered by the Mailman?#55FFFE) Fathered By the Mailman? Mostly an Urban Legend.”
It turns out some crackerjack
scientists have done some intensive DNA and genealogical studies and discovered
that the likelihood that someone else fathered a guy’s child are actually
pretty low:
“In a commentary in Trends in Ecology and Evolution,
Dr. Larmuseau and his colleagues argue that it’s long past time to toss out
frequent cuckoldry as a myth. Studies relying on different methods in different
cultures all point to cuckoldry rates of less than 1%.”
Apparently that’s not only true in
the more “civilized” world, but also in less “developed” societies. (the
difference is apparently based on the frequency in neighborhoods with fast
food restaurants and obese people). The tell is us pathetic human males have
rather lazy sperm --
Beverly I. Strassmann, a University of Michigan anthropologist
who gathered the data on paternity rates in Mali,
agreed that widespread cuckoldry “was an urban legend. It seemed to have a life
of its own.”
The evidence of low rates of cuckoldry comes not just from gene
studies, she noted. In species where females mate with many males, the males
tend to evolve sperm that are good at competing for fertilization. The males
may produce large amounts of sperm, for example, and a high percentage swim
well.
Humans, however, don’t rate in the sperm department.
“It’s of amazingly low quality,” Dr. Strassmann said. “Half the
sperm can be duds; they can have two heads; they can be defective in all sorts
of ways.”
The only way for men to have evolved comparatively ineffectual
sperm, she added, was for them to have experienced high rates of paternity over
time.
I’m having trouble getting my head
around what my lazy, ineffectual, two headed sperm have to do with
the likelihood that someone else is having fun with my wife.
Maybe one of our commenters can explain that to me.
But I digress. The more interesting factoid is that some
human communities are more inclined to cuckolding than others:
It’s not that widespread cuckoldry doesn’t exist in some
cultures, Dr. Larmuseau said. Some South American tribes with high rates share
a belief that more than one man can contribute to the formation of a fetus.
But Dr. Larmuseau suspects that these populations are the
exception, not the rule. Humans have evolved to avoid cuckoldry, he said,
because of our peculiar biology.
Human infants are born quite helpless, compared with the
newborns of other animals, and they need a lot of food over a long period to
fuel the growth of their calorie-hungry brains. Mothers needed fathers to help
find the food.
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“Babies really need good investment from the fathers,” Dr.
Larmuseau said, “and the paternity has to be very sure in order for them to
make those investments.”ckoldry rates of about 1 percent.
Of course, all of this is based on
history, not the evolution of community values in the 21st Century.
And it relates to reproduction, not recreational sex! While the rate of cuckoldry may have been historically low
for women in their child bearing years, it says little about women of a certain
age who, like Mistress, have the occasional itch for a little sexual variety that
just needs to be scratched. Or
husbands who get a strange thrill when their wives grab for a little extra
gusto via a sidedish.
We may need some more social
science research to get to the bottom of this phenomenon.
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Friday, April 8, 2016
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.
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.
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016
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!
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!
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