Weekend Planning

The bad part about those 3 day holiday weekends is that when Tuesday comes around the work has piled up turning the days left in the week into a bit of a harried cluster fuck. The good part is that the end of the day comes blurringly fast!  Heck, it's Friday already!

Slave's sister is in town this weekend to visit my fading mother.  I'll be spending Saturday night entertaining my sister.  But Mistress has the night off from hanging with an in-law.

She and her lover Jay haven't had much quality time together lately. He's had more work travel and some daunting child care issues to deal with. But there is hope for a dinner out together Saturday while I'm with my sister. So maybe Mistress will finally get a chance for some extra-curricular nookie after a long dry spell?  We've been getting lots of sex on our own these last few weeks. But every good Mistress deserves a little variety, right?

Stay tuned.

Now I'd better get upstairs and provide the services that are expected of me.

The Deterrent Effect

We had a wonderfully low key 3 day weekend. Just enough family time.  Plenty of time together, particularly in bed.  My tongue got a lot of action, and I even broke out Mistress's favorite power tool Monday morning for a memorable Memorial Day morning here at the UCTMW World HQ.

But we were back at it yesterday, me chained to my downtown desk, and Mistress balancing a variety of clients and spending too much time on the highway.  You pay for those 3 day weekends on Tuesdays.

Making things worse,  we had yet another political event at the end of the workday, at a palatial home in our old neighborhood. After the trouble for my tender ass that arose from last Monday's political event, I would have suggested that we simply send our check in the mail and beg off the soggy finger food, plastic wine glasses and cheese trays. But Mistress and the Dowager Domme for "hosts" of this event, so it would be uncool to take a pass.

But slave was fortunate. It was an older crowd of the usual suspects. There were no women who Mistress could - even in her wildest imagination - speculate that her slave was "flirting" with, or otherwise think were interested in the pleasure of my charming company. If anything, the ladies were of the angry feminist generation who look disdainfully at some guy known for not drinking the Clintonian Cool-Aid. Mistress was far and away the hotest chick on the block last night, in a form fitting black dress that ended above the knees. Yum.

The downside was that the Dowager Domme was wearing another pair of kinky black shoes and slave was unable to come up with a good excuse to snap of surreptitious photo.

 Bottom line:  Slave did not earn anymore stokes from Mistress's riding crop, at least as far as I can tell. And to make sure the evening ended with me in Mistress's good graces, I made sure to offer some ardent worship at the end of the night.

I guess this just shows that Saturday's cropping and pegging had the desired deterrent effect!

A Domme-ey Launch To Our Holiday Weekend

A Memorial Day weekend in our empty nest here in River City seems a rare but enjoyable opportunity for some laid back time together. More typically, we've been away for this weekend, or kids and family activities have gummed up the works. But not this year....

Friday night was the annual opening night "adults only" pot luck dinner at our local swim club. And although ours is really an urban neighborhood, there is something about all those middle aged or older white folks walking in with their plates of summer salads, or store bought buckets of soggy fried chicken that screams suburbs in the 60's. We enjoyed spending time with another couple about Mistress's age, drinking wine and sharing summer plans.

Saturday morning arose, and we pushed away the mental fog of a little too much vino at poolside for some rather feisty wake-up sex.  Mistress was in the mood for some cock riding after I started things off with some devotion from my needy lips and tongue. And who was I to deny her?  I confess I enjoy the passive role I play when she rides my cock to a cum or too. If she wants to do the work, who am I to complain?

We then went our separate ways for a while. I spent time indulging by cute grandsons. She had lunch with the Dowager Domme. I wanted to take a photo of the kinky boots she arrived in (some strange combination of open toes and leather cuffs at the ankles) but I had no good excuse to fumble for my camera as she read a magazine on our living room couch waiting for Mistress to primp a little before they walked up the block.

With family duties over by around 1:30, Mistress insisted on a trip back to the pool, where she swam some laps and slave read the paper. We sunned ourselves for a while, before heading home for a late afternoon nap, with plans to walk up the street to a movie around 7:30 pm.

We woke with some time for a 2nd round of love making, and Mistress was in no mood for vanilla.

"Get my supplies, slave....."

Of course, she meant her strap-on and harness, which I scrambled to assemble.

"And the riding crop too....."

Oops.  She was in a Domme-ish mood.

It took me a while to find the crop, which somehow had worked it's way to the back of the closet. But I knew if it could not be found, Mistress had other implements at hand. Some fresh bamboo from our garden? or maybe that wicked wooden back scratcher.  At least the crop has a bit of give in it.

At her command, I assumed "the position" on our bed.  And Mistress began to not so gently lay into my aging butt.

"I think you're encouraging some of those women who flirt with you slave....."

She seemed to be referencing that lady at the political event Monday night.   I knew there would be no point in arguing on my own defense when she had a crop on her hand.

"Owww......"

"Stop squirming slave.... you'll only earn yourself more...."

Fortunately, it seemed my "flirting" had only earned me 10 or so firm swipes of the crop. No doubt my ass was red, but the paid receded soon enough. She left me in my indignity to go feed the cats. But Mistress had other plans for me, and when her task was complete, she slid on her leather harness with its firm, protruding accessory.

"You know what to do, Slave....."

I rolled back over, a pillow under my pelvis, and soon she was pressing into me.

It seemed like she took longer than usual, pumping into her complaint slave with increasing gusto, until she spent herself with a rather impressive cum, maybe her 4th of the day? But who's counting.

And fortunately for me, she was not so spent as to deny her slave the chance to for a a 2nd round of sexual release of the day.

So while she was firm yesterday afternoon, no one could argue that she wasn't fair.

Threesome Part Deaux

I believe Mistress and I were on the same page when it came to our discussion of a hypothetical threesome. It was in the context of her instructing me to ask permission if another woman ever caught my eye (or some other less discerning body part).  So when I said I was not interested in spending time with another woman, but that a threesome might be fun, I was clearly referring to a 2 babes / 1 guy dynamic, and probably of the traditional sort - Where the guy gets to mess around with two babes who just can't get enough. I think Mistress understood exactly what I was talking about.


Of course,  the opportunity to get some R & R and watch while the wife and another woman go  at it has it's appeal too, particularly if one of them is taking charge....

But then Diane chimed in and suggested that the only way Mistress should allow her slave to get involved in a three way is when his cock is safely caged away, the way she Paul, and Terri roll. Sadly, none of Mistress's male lovers have ever wanted me to witness their sexual shenanigans with my wife.  The closest I have come has been spending the night in an adjoining bedroom, or watching some relatively chaste kissing before they adjourn to the bedroom.

But I suppose there's hope that Mistress will find a lover more willing to embrace the cuckold element of this sort of arrangement. And a three way with Mistress and another woman could certainly involve restrictions on my own release, whether caged or not.

There's the pegging approach:


Or the blindfold and plug treatment:


Or the old trusty face ride while riding the strap on approach:



But I have to say I am still partial to something more conventional, at this the first time around: