Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Slave Earns a Punishment

At the end of the day, slave rode his bicycle home and discovered Mistress in our bed. She was resting after a busy day. I slid in next to her after a quick shower,  naked, sliding up against her lush body in a short nightie.  Soon we were both drifting off.

Our post work naps have become increasingly common it seems.

I woke around 6:45, and attempted to glean some hidden meaning out of the CNN exit polls, maybe a little too focused on the hotly contested NY primary. Mistress was waking too, and I announced I was heading downstairs to get dinner going.

Did anyone notice something there?

Mistress certainly did, pointing out while we were settling down for dinner that I had forgotten to offer to worship. Too focused I was on those pesky election results!

Oops.

Of course I made good on my "rain check" before we drifted off last night. Attention to her clean shaven folds was given priority over the CNN talking heads.

But I do have a feeling that there is a demerit on an imaginary sheet somewhere in Mistress's head, and that a comeuppance is due.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Back to Basics

It's always sad to be away from Mistress for two nights. The bed is cold and lonely, and its never a good night's sleep without her by my side.  So after two nights and three days in our nation's capitol, it was nice to be back in our cosy bed (we only have a double, no need for a king or queen for us) on Friday night.

I made sure to dip my balding noggin betwixt her firm and athletic thighs for a good night worship. But saved my own pent up demands for morning.

Things went rather quickly for our Saturday morning wake up sex.  Heck, it had been a couple of days for slave!

Then I was off to take care of some errands, grocery shopping for a dinner with two friends, and an outing with my cute grandsons in the afternoon. When I returned, Mistress, who had lunched with her mother, the Dowager Domme, was settled back into bed for our traditional late afternoon nap.  I joined her in bed and we both nodded off for an hour or so.

Fortunately, the dinner guests were not scheduled to arrive until 7:30 pm. Which led to Mistress's question when we woke at around 5:30 pm.

"Slave.... are we having sex this afternoon?"

"I was hoping, Mistress....."

Our afternoon encounter was a more drawn out and leisurely affair. It featured a prelude of worship, an interregnum of vigorous cock riding, and a dramatic crescendo with Slave on top, taking his own pleasure after Mistress had 2, maybe three cums of her own.....

I'm not sure whether our guests could detect the glow of well earned content when we both greeted them at the door.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

HNT./ Missing Mistress

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.

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.