Cuckold Interruptus

The good news here is that Mistress is now back on our bed. Wednesday evening was our big reunion.

When I arrived home from work I wasted little time closing the door, and putting some "passion masking" music on the radio in our room to spare our daughter in the bedroom next door the sound of her desperate father enjoying his opportunity for some "real" sex after several days of the bogus kind.

Of course, Mistress has had plenty of her slave's workmanlike sexual attention these last few weeks. But she's been missing the tongue, cock and exertions of her more alpha lover Jay because of the vagabond daughter camping out here since early August. While they were able to act like casual friends at lunch last week in front of her, it might be hard to explain an hour squirreled away in our bedroom.  Plus I am not confident that Jay could "run silent, run deep" in a way that could mask their carnal fun from curious ears in the house.

We thought last evening would be her / their  big opportunity.  I arranged to take our nest crasher out to the Pussycats' final "exhibition" (aka practice for guys who won't be on the roster by Sunday) game, so Mistress could have an un-quiet evening at home in our marital bed with Jay.

But all my devious planning was for naught.

"His babysitter fell through, Slave", reported a crestfallen Mistress when I got home yesterday afternoon.

Bummer.  So much for my devious planning. And now I was stuck going to a game where the primary objective seemed to be to use players you never heard of who's mission was to generate some video tape that might catch the eye of some desperate coach in the Canadian football league.

When we got home after 3 quarters of fruitless on-field mediocrity from C-list players that had generated a 3-3 tie, Mistress was tucked away in bed. For all I know, the orgasms I had delivered in our Thursday morning wake-up sex were the only ones she enjoyed all day long.

Poor Mistress!   I'll try to make amends this weekend.  I may have to volunteer to be Jay's babysitter.

The Doctor Is In

Slave's sad 3 days of solitude are almost over. Mistress and our daughter are already in the car, headed back from the River City.  And you will be surprised to hear that slave was a slacker when it came to exploiting Mistress's "permission" to self-abuse daily while she was away.  I did it Sunday evening, and again on Monday night.  But by yesterday I couldn't muster the energy or interest in taking matters into my own hands.

I guess I am spoiled. I read over at A Married Sissy this morning that Terri has had only 11 orgasms in 2016. That's a little less than my average over two weeks. I may typically miss one day each week. But that's about it. And every now and then there might be a two-a-day!  Talk about your pampered house slave!  So I guess it makes sense that permissive pocket pool would seem like a yawn to me.  It's so much better to have Mistress's assistance!

I also dodged any cage time on this brief hiatus from daily supervision.  Following Mistress's edict, I was able to go to work cageless on Monday and will today because I rode my bike to work.  And yesterday - well there was an MD appointment at the dermatologist. It was time for my annual check-up for this fair skinned Irish lad. Since my MD - a sultry Iranian lady with a kinky wardrobe - is very thorough, well you would not want slave to be embarrassed!

Sure enough my MD appeared in her traditional black leather pants. But since it's still August, she was not in the knee high black boots she sported last November when we met for the first time.  Instead, she had on some strappy black sandals, showing off some well groomed toes in some sort of dark, purplish toe polish.  Impressive. Though not quite as kinky as some fantasy Domme MDs might be.

It turns out I was prudent not to wear the cage. On arrival the perky assistant proposed that I disrobe and put on one of those flimsy surgical gowns. (In green, not pink, Terri!)

"Opening in the back", she helpfully reminded. As if I would think to put the damn thing on with my front wide open, connected only by a couple of flimsy laces.

Soon my Doctor Domme swept into the room, dark hair and smoldering  eyes quickly sizing up my mottled, aging skin with a wisdom beyond her ears.  She quickly ordered me to shed the thin garment to allow for a less obscured inspection.

I had on some madonna blue underpants Mistress had selected for me -  a bit long in the leg, and very soft fabric. Not quite "panties" but the texture comes close.  If Doctor Domme reacted to them, I couldn't tell.  She had me turn around, and had one more direction.

"Would you mind dropping your shorts so I can take a better look down there?"

"Of course not.....( oops....I had to stifle the impulse to conclude with a "mistress"..... I guess that's what happens when I'm left unmoored for three whole days.)

In any event, hopefully Mistress will now understand why I didn't wear the cage yesterday.

Soon my inspection was over. But before I left there was some "discipline" in the form of her torturing my face and head with some of that ultra cold gas she sprayed from a little tank to freeze off some "pre-cancerous" spots here and there.

"Maybe I should just stick my head in a bucket of that stuff" I snarked.  She was not amused.

Sadly, she then left me to my own devices, with a nod and hand shake and instructions to come back in two months. I quickly climbed back into my street clothes, and caught one more glimpse of her at her desk computer, no doubt recording the results of my exam.  Or maybe she was just checking her "Fetlife" or "collarspace" in box?

Solitary slave

To entertain our Domme in training, Mistress loaded up the car yesterday and drove her up to the Windy City to visit with Mistress's sister. It's about a 5.5 hour drive, and sister's apartment is right near the Beach, so Mistress should have a little relaxation time, though surely she will miss her slave's daily worship.  How can you not miss this sort of well trained orgasm delivery system?

(Fortunately, we did have time for some stealth sex in our bedroom yesterday morning to tide Mistress over.)

But what about me, you might ask?  How is slave going to handle three nights solo without getting into all sorts of mischief?

Rest assured, I was well and safely occupied last night, sharing some pizza with my oldest daughter and three cute grandkids.  Then home to watch a meaningless Pussycats  exhibition game.  

Mistress did lay out some ground rules>

"If you're not riding your bike to work, then you should be in your cage, slave."

"Yes, Mistress".

I see this rule as an incentive to exercise.  And it looks like the weather will cooperate today.

"And you can play with yourself once a day while I'm gone, slave...."

Well that won't be too hard to comply with.  I can just hear Terri and Diane scoffing about this one.

And even though we had our Sunday morning to tide me over, I took advantage of my privilege last evening, after watching the Pussycats build a comfortable lead against the hapless lesser Pussycats from north Florida.

I guess it could be  worse.  Mistress could have left me with a babysitter.

Staycation

Mistress had a busy day yesterday.  After our stealth morning worship and wake-up session, she was quickly at work at her computer on a long project for a client. But she broke at lunch time for a date with her lover Jay.

While it was a date of sorts, it was chaste and chaparoned affair: our daughter tagged along for her stick shift driving instructions. But Jay drives a hard bargain (in addition to hard appendages). He extracted a sushi lunch with Mistress and the Domme in Training.

"So how did that go, Mistress.... was our loving daughter suspicious?"

"She seemed to buy the story that we met through work and have become friends."

Sounds as if the lessons went well.  Another may be scheduled next week.

But the big news is that our little darling actually had social plans last night. One of my older daughters pried her loose from our home for dinner and a movie.

At last.....our Nest was empty again.

Rest assured Mistress and slave took full advantage of a few hours of freedom.

Although we were tempted to do it on the living room floor like this cute couple with the vivid wall paper, we quickly  retreated to the "Executive Suite"  for an extended pre-dinner "open door" session, involving lots of worship and a modicum of cock riding with the noise modulators off.

It was liberating to know that if slave was able to use his meager skills to induce a cum or two from Mistress, she would not have to squelch those inspiring sounds of passion.

Once the dust settled, there was a late "snack" dinner in our living room, binging on the "Casual" TV series we had lost track of..... then back to bed where we slept soundly after a night of liberation.

Of course, all good "staycations" come to an end.  Our daughter is back in her bedroom next door. When I worship Mistress this morning, we will be back to "stealth mode".

But better than not at all, right?