Bad Hombres

Here in River City, in the heart of "swing state" country, Mistress and slave are counting the minutes until this long and ugly political campaign finally ends. So desperate are we to tune it out that we plan to leave the country for the last 10 days of the campaign. At least we can get in the front of the Q for political asylum if things go badly, right?

But of course, we couldn't look away from last night's train wreck of a final debate. And snickered when Mr. Trump warned of all those "bad hombres" he was going to track down and deport.  Was he talking about these guys.

Of course, Mistress has had a few "bad boy" suitors on AM who purport to be "doms", but they tend to melt away when Mistress declines to engage in on-line smut talk before any face to face encounter.

"I think some of these guys are just into the cyber-thrill slave...all talk and no spanking!"

SAdly, the Donald's slur of immigrants from south of the border was quintessentially sexist. Slave would be more interested in hearing about all those Mal Chicas free ranging here until he builds that big assed wall. Like this one on the left.

 Finally, without wanting to get anyone's hopes up, there is a rumor that Mistress's long lost lover Jay will be coming by tonight. Should he actually materialize, there are plans for dinner out (the three of us) and a sleepover after, with slave consigned to one of our daughter's rooms. But lets not get our hopes up.

What Losing Streak?

It was a relatively rare activity free weekend at home for Mistress and slave, after what seems like a lot of travel so far this fall, with more to come.

And while Slave's football teams both collapsed in the 2nd halves this weekend, maybe their lack of success was a counter-indicator of what was in store for slave in the sack.

I definitely "scored", both on defense and offense.

Saturday started as normal, with some gratifying wake up sex, and a bike ride.  Then slave was off for some time with my cute grandkids.  We both ended up back in the sack by late afternoon.  But after our nap, Mistress was definitely feisty.

"Get out my supplies slave....."

I retrieved her strap on, the faux cock and lubricant for her use.

"What about the riding crop, slave?"

Hmmmm..... how had I forgotten that?  In fact she found it in the closet herself, and required slave to assume the position that made my aging ass available for her use, and abuse.

"I'm not sure what this punishment is for slave....maybe just a deterrant for future bad behavior?"

She lit into my bottom with about 10 robust strokes that had me squiriming and whining by the time she was done.

"Aww, poor slave....I think you'll survive...."

No doubt, my bottom was red and tender, but hardly harmed.  And it got my submissive juices flowing for what came next.

Mistress lubed up her "tool" and went to work, sliding onto the bed behind my prone body and (with a little help from me) bringing her tool to bear on her slave's rear entrance.

She was soon pumping into me, slowly but surely building to her own cum, collapsing onto me, then returning to a slow churning rythmn that seemed to delivery another follow up orgasm before she came to rest on top of her well pegged slave.

When she caught her breath, she pulled out, slid out of her harness and gave her slave direction to insert my aneros. Then it was my turn to do the plunging until we were both sweaty and satisfied.

I returned the favor Sunday morning by deploying Mistress's favorite power tool to give her a nice powerful cum that preceded more conventional love making.

So with all that sexual action, I can simply ignore the pitiful seasons my alma mater and the Pussycats are putting together, and look forward to ski season!

AM Outtakes

Mistress and slave have been back to the grind these last few days, sustaining ourselves on our daily wake-up sex and evening worship sessions.

Here in River City we are at the apex of the Presidential campaign - a swing county in a swing state - so the last two days saw both Donald "The Pussy Grabber"  Trump and a former President known for his creative use of a cigar in town for back to back appearances. When I posted on facebook that we might want to consider "hiding our wives and daughters" until both had left town, I was berated by one feminist friend for suggesting that the using of the possessive adjective suggested I saw my wife and daughters as "property" that I could put under house arrest at will.

If only she knew who was the slave in this household!

The only amusement has been filtering and responding to the various supplicants Mistress has had in her AM account over the last few days. Most seem to be "attached" guys who whine in various ways about their "passionless" marriages.  Mistress has no sympathy for these guys.  The last she wants to do is spend time with some guy who feels sorry for himself.

Of course, there are some singles on the site, or guys who claim they have their spouse's permission. While there might be some skepticism about those fellows, they can at least survive the first round of screening.

But Mistress is selective. And she is not reluctant to screen out some guys once she eyes their photos. After all chemistry is key and part of that is physical appearance.

One guy, from a more rural part of our state (aka "Trump Country"), refers to himself as a "Bad Boy" who says he knows that seemingly high achieving women sometimes yearn for a good spanking and a take charge guy.  He even sent Mistress a weekend "reading assignment" from a web site called Dominant Soul. He claims this is the training regimen he would impose should Mistress give him the opportunity. Here's an excerpt:

My training objectives for my submissive/babygirl is to make her an extremely sexually responsive woman who is multi-orgasmic and a multi-squirter. My second training objective is to be on her mind throughout her day, wherever she may be so she feels constantly possessed and consumer by me. My ultimate objective is to train a sub to achieve Cum-on-Command via a visual signal, verbal command or via text message to her mobile, to achieve an instant orgasm without any physical sexual contact.

Daily Routine:

▪                Before leaving her home every day, she must be wearing an item of ownership (necklace, bracelet, anklet, choker, or ring) that reminds her constantly of Master. The item must be worn in plain sight in public for other to see.

▪                Before leaving for work in the morning, she must text me a photo of her outfit. This is not to control her wardrobe in anyway but to be able to compliment her on how sexy and beautiful she looks at the beginning of her day. Every morning she receives a text at 7AM wishing her good morning and every night at 11PM she receives a text wishing her sweet dreams.

▪                At lunch, she must perform 100 Kegel exercises at her desk then text me about her day.

▪                Every day after work, when she changes out of her work clothes, she must insert the Ben Wa balls into her pussy and wear them until bedtime. She must wear the ben wa balls for all social, exercise, yoga or work out activities.

▪                Every night before bedtime, BabyGirl must masturbate until she cums 3-5 times.

▪                Whenever BabyGirl masturbates, she must first insert a butt plug in her ass, insert Ben Wa balls into her pussy and wear nipples clamps (with bells) on her breasts. (All sex toys provided by Master).

Now it's a little hard to imagine Mistress fitting all this masturbating into her busy day, particularly considering that her slave can provide "hands free" services.  But the deal breaker was the photo.  This gentleman clearly tips the scales at over 240 and while he claims to be in his 50's, he looks a decade older.  

"He looks like some red neck sheriff, slave."

True, maybe Carroll O'Conner in that "Mr. Tibbs" TV series from the 1970's. 

I guess we need to keep looking, Mistress.

Is There a Bot For This?

Back in River City, Mistress and slave are settling into a few weeks of the grind before a trip in late October to visit our daughter who is across the pond working on a  Masters degree.

And while Jay remains vaguely in the picture, hampered by child care issues, and yet a little snippy about Mistress’s travel schedule, we are still sorting through a variety of AM applicants.

Slave is in charge of deleting most of the “attached” suitors, who seem to try a little too hard to explain why they need succor from their sterile marriages.

Isn’t that their problem? 

But there are a few single guys, or those who claim they have permission, that have surfaced, so we are now in the vetting process.  But it all is a bit of a hassle for a Mistress who has work to do. Thankfully she has her “corresponding secretary” to help her sort wheat from chaff. But it still puts a burden on Mistress to do the final screening, presumably over drinks or dinner, or by phone call interviews.

Which brings up the alternative: in this world of artificial intelligence, isn’t it a shame that there is not a faux male sex robot to provide Mistress with some sexual attention?  Yesterday the Washington Post had an article titled "Don't Worry about Sex Robots.  They Won’t Ruin Sex”. Here is the  link. The discussion is about some recent popular media depictions of sex robots as a replacement for personal attention (like the HBO series Westworld) and the feminist backlash:

Anti-sexbot sentiment is so intense that it has even prompted a feminist grass-roots collective, the Campaign Against Sex Robots. In its mission statement, the organization equates the relationship between a sex robot and its owner to that of a john and a non-consenting prostitute, breathlessly warning that sex robots will “reduce human empathy,” “reinforce power relations of inequality and violence” and “sexually [objectify] women and children.”

I suspect that all of this  feminist outrage may be triggered by the fear that men will rely on sex-robots to the detriment of women in an already competitive sexual marketplace.

But with a little imagination, and a lot of technology, couldn’t all those geeks in Silicon Valley come up with a pleasing male like android who could do just as good a job pleasing a Mistress with high standards as the lady bots in WestWorld purportedly do for the male guests?

 

Certainly there would be no problem in engineering a special occasion cock that never has performance issues. Or, even better, would not get all chafed and irritated of sealed away in a cock cage between uses.

And with such technology available, Mistress would never have to worry about a sidedish with child care issues, or wasting a cocktail hour on some guy who turns out to be  much dud-ier than his pithy AM messages would otherwise suggest.

Maybe it's time for GE to bring good cocks to life.