Cuckolding Dry Spell Over?

Mistress spent the day on the road for work yesterday, but gave me a call mid-morning with a scheduling change.

"Jay and I were talking slave.... we had been planning to get together tomorrow night, and he wants to come over for dinner and spend the night...."

Hmmm.... another debate night with Jay?  Last Monday Jay came over and we all watched the monumental showdown betwixt the two presidential candidates. Jay is a bit of a political junkie, so he and I stuck with the "drama " until the end. Mistress retired early, and the understanding in advance was that Jay would go home when the political fireworks were over. So it was an unusually  chaste night for Mistress and Jay.

On the other hand, tonight the agenda is different: Slave will prepare dinner for the two lovebirds. And while we may spend a little time watching the "undercard" debate between the two boring white guys running for VP, I suspect the will both retire early to the marital bed, leaving slave to clean up afterwards . . . (Get your minds out of the gutter.... I meant the dishes!).

While slave will be sleeping alone tonight, it's only fair that Mistress gets in some extra-curricular action after all these weeks of relying on the same old lips, tongue and work-a-day cock, isn't it?

Childhood Trigger?

Mistress has been off to the windy city with the Dowager Domme for a few days for her sister's birthday fete. Slave was left to his own devices, and Mistress indulged me by not requiring me to wear my cage Friday or Thursday. My bike ride to work is an excellent alibi, isn't it?

She also indulged me in another way: allowing me to "touch" on Friday.

"But only once, slave...."

I was happy to oblige.

Now she's on the way back, and I'm looking forward to a Saturday evening at home with her.

But since I have little of substance to report on, why not flashback to my childhood. I was a big comic book fan and collector in elementary school, hooked on both the DC and Marvel galaxy of super-heroes. And of course there were plenty of bondage scenes with Wonder Woman and a variety of other heroes and heroines.  But I recently noticed this Superman cover posted over at Instagram, which brought back some fond memories of youthful curiosity.

Do you think this was the seed for my femdom curiosity?

Flash Back Thursday

Poor Mistress has to drive to Chicago today with the Dowager Domme for a birthday luncheon for her sister.  The DD has exercised her seniority rights by dictating the time of departure and that Mistress will drive to her home to pick her up. Once the boss always the boss.  She'll probably get to decide what radio station is played all the way up the highway.

Meantime, at the bottom of the pecking order, slave will be expected to follow Mistress's orders.

"Wear the cage while I'm gone, slave...."

Slave weadled a bit and got a partial pass. Example: tonight I'm going to the Pussycats Thursday night football game with Mistress lover Jay. It will be a chance for some cuck / cuckolder bonding time. Now, in theory, I could wear my cage. But there are two issues: NFL security screening involves a wanding as you enter the stadium.  That could generate an "oops" moment, as the cracker jack security guy gets a big blip as he scans my crotch.

Then there is the issue of trying to pee at halftime -- those men's room lines for the limited number of stalls are just impossible!

Fortunately, Mistress was indulgent and gave me a pass for today.

But tomorrow is a different story.  I can send her a photo to verify my caged status.  But I don't think she'd fall for the one above, sent when she was on a European tour with the DD a few years back. It's  a little dated.

New Halftime Ritual?

Slave "suffered" through two dismal football games over the weekend.

First there was the humiliation of my alma mater by the Blue Devils on our home field. Maybe it was fitting payback for our schooling their primo basketball team several times over the last two seasons. In any event, it was painful to watch.

Then I sat in brutal heat through the Pussycats' game yesterday.  Some rookie no-name QB  seemed to be possessed by the spirit of John Elway, and broke the home team's back via two long TD passes. Somewhere our erstwhile Western Correspondent was smiling (while choking his chicken, no doubt!).

But there was a glimmer of sunshine too!

On Saturday, Mistress ordered her slave to come visit her in her "Executive Suite" at halftime. So I passed on those cheesy promos for Sunday night's game that have long since pre-empted the traditional marching band highlights, and reported for duty.

"Gather my tools, slave. And don't forget the riding crop!"

Gulp!

But naturally, I complied with suitable haste.

Mistress slid into her strap-on harness, but had trouble coming up with even the Trumpiest of charges when it came to explaining the 10 or so stripes she decorated my as with during a flurry of stinging pain.

"Let's consider this preemptive discipline, slave...."

Apparently watching me writhe counted as foreplay for her next task.

Once the crop was tossed to the floor, Mistress quickly proceeded to the next phase of her slave's halftime therapy.  Since I was already "in position", all she had to do was apply some lube and she was ready to apply her self to the task at hand.

And she did so con mucho gusto, finding her target and pumping with enthusiasm until she had her own cum with a moan of delight, then collapsing onto her slave's back with the satisfaction of a pegging well done.

Once Mistress withdrew and shed her harness, slave was instructed to insert his "device" (the aneros), and given permission to fuck Mistress in more conventional style. Rest assured that slave was both privileged and happy to comply.

The only down side: Mistress had worked so efficiently to drain her slave of any uppitiness, that I did not miss my alma mater's 2nd half meltdown!  If your team is going to lose, I recommend this therapy as a way to innoculate yourself with the proper "who give's a rat's ass" attitude!