Lonely Bed Give Time to Answer Reader Question.

Mistress was up early this morning and off on an overnight business trip. Sadly, I'm here alone in our bed, and she doesn't even have a handy side-dish to keep hers warm.  I spent the evening visiting my cute grandkids, getting my ass kicked in a game of stratego with a 10 yr. old, and bickering on facebook over the endless Presidential election campaign.

I suspect I will hear from Mistress before I drift off to sleep.  But in the meantime, slave is following the "no touch" rule. There was not time for sex this morning, so it may  be a whole 60 hours or more between cums for Mistress and slave.  Not a good way to kick off June!

So with nothing to report on, why not rely on an old blogging contrivance: answering reader questions.  Yesterday Lapsed Catholic Wife (LCW) asked why Mistress recounting her Saturday night nookie with Jay made me horny:

"is it the thought of another satisfying the Mistress?  Or is it the sex act itself?  Does Jealousy every rear it's head?"

LCW, I've scratched my head about that more than a few times. The whole cuckold turn on is a real mystery, and, quite frankly it never even occurred to me as a hot concept until I was writing up our contract, found a few forms on line, and came upon the notion that the Mistress could take other lovers as a matter of contractual right. Here's the language from our contract (which is posted to the right this text):

4. Mistress has the right to engage in other relationships with men or women, of whatever nature, without obtaining additional consent from the Slave. Such relationships may include “vanilla” relationships, her taking or training of additional slaves, or her submission to other men or women.

4. Mistress has the right to disclose to any person her status as the Owner of Slave and the terms of this contract.

I did a whole blog on this subject back in 2010 that keyed off a Psychology article on the subject: So What's This Cuckold Stuff Really About.

But in reviewing that ancient post, our experience these last few years requires an update:

1) The "sperm competition" referenced in that article is part of the thrill.  It makes you "up your game" when Mistress describes a hot encounter with a side dish, or even if she sees some guy who turns her on, but has to admire him from afar.

2) The masochistic / humiliation thing also is a potential turn on for me. Oddly, all of the men Mistress has been involved with since we signed our contract have been almost too respectful to old Mick. Maybe it's my stature (I am nearly 6 ft. and hardly skinny); maybe it's my age and seeming gravitas.  Whatever, all the guys I have met seem to go out of their way to be courteous and respectful even as they have their way with my wife. I confess It would be pretty hot to have one who taunted me with his privilege. 

3) Finally, at least so far jealousy has not entered the picture. Maybe part of it is my age, or experience, or my trust in Molly, but I've never felt threatened and (therefore) jealous of any of Mistress's lovers. Oddly, if one came a long who made me feel threatened and jealous, that would probably make things all the hotter.

Yeah, call me crazy.

Hope that answers your question LCW. 

 

Two Lovers and a Funeral

Mistress had a busy Saturday.

It started the way a typical Saturday does at the UCTMW World HQ. Slave wakes early, but at the appointed hour (around 7:30 am) I went back up to the marital bed for some worship and wake-up love making. Nothing flashy, but quite fulfilling. (Certainly more fulfilling than those of you who are stuck in those infernal chastity devices for weeks at a time!).

We took a bike ride in the neighborhood after the dust settled in our bed, then had a sad obligation to fulfill : a memorial service and reception in honor of an old friend, a little younger than me, who had passed away a few weeks ago. It was a sad, but also joyous occasion as we remembered the life of a true bob vivant, who enjoyed entertaining his friends and colleagues at pool side in the summer months. I suspect I've written here about afternoons or evenings enjoying his food, beverage (many) and gathered friends on sultry summer days here in River City. He would always tease Mistress that her deep tan was found in a tanning booth. She always insisted it was quite natural. And, of course, Mistress was always right.

Mistress was dressed as a sexy mourner, in a black summer dress with a hemline that gave us all a nice view of her muscular legs. I suspect she was a pleasant distraction to some of the older men there to mourn the passing of our friend. And don't you like those semi-kinky shoes?

We were home by mid-afternoon, and while there was some talk about Mistress deploying her strap-on, the mood of the day, and the tequila sipped by both of us at the reception had both of us in the mood for a nap.

When we woke at around 4:30 pm, there was a little time left for slave to worship Mistress, giving her a little starter cum before her next engagement: a rare Saturday night out with her lover Jay. I was having dinner with my sister, daughter and cute grandkids. That gave Mistress a chance to schedule  a "date" with her side-dish.

Not surprisingly, I was home earlier than Mistress. She found me in bed when she got home at around 11 pm.

"Jay wanted me to spend the night slave, but you know I like to wake up in bed on Sunday morning's with my slave by my side...."

And I was happy to have her back.

Mistress only gave me a brief after action report.

"We had dinner out. and then some pretty hot sex back at his house, slave.....lots of cock riding and cock sucking....."

I knew that meant Mistress had more than her fair share of cums for the day.

"Does that make you horny slave...."

"I can't deny it Mistress....."

"Well you'll just have to wait until the morning.... I think my body is done for the day."

Fair enough.  I'm personally looking forward to some more details as I worship this morning.

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!