Relegated

I've always enjoyed the way this word is used in the context of the English soccer league. "Relegate" is defined as "consign or dismiss to an inferior rank or position". The concept is that if your home team is fairing poorly in the major league, lingering in the cellar of the standings, the risk is that you will be bounced to an inferior (minor)  league next season. "Relegation" from the Premier league is a fate dreaded by sports fans as the ultimate loss of communal pride. When the sad, pitiful fate of relegation befalls your team, it gets the competitive juices flowing with a focused determination to  get back to the Bigs after a sad season swimming with the other losers in the lower tier. (It's something we could use in our nation's professional and collegiate leagues, where some teams become perpetual cellar dwellers with no apparent incentive to improve and become competitive, let alone champs.)

But at this moment the terms applies to your humble slave. I'm definitely relegated to the minors this morning.

Jay, Mistress's recently missing lover, finally made his way here last night. We went out to dinner for some Vietnamese in a funky downtown joint, then returned here, where the two lovebirds were soon headed to bed in the "UCTMW executive suite".  Slave took the adjoining bed in our daughter's room.

My sense is that there wasn't much action last night.

But this morning....  as I've been catching up on the news downstairs, I've heard the rather avid, accelerating  moans of my wife as Jay has been pounding into her in these pre-dawn hours.

They now seem to be in round two.

And while Jay has never been interested in inviting slave in on the action, there is a certain sexual buzz   in hearing your wife moaning in the throes of passion as the floor shakes a bit above your head. Definitely a good way to start the morning for my wife and her on again, off again lover.  But I have a feeling that slave will not have the chance for his own fun until after work tonight, at the earliest.

Can I hear a "poor slave"?  

The good news is that "I'll be back" sooner than the following season.

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.