Unscheduled Abstinence Day

Mistress and slave are passing through the very smokey Smokey Mountains. on a journey to visit our cute daughter and her boyfriend in GA for Thanksgiving.  Anything for an excuse to dodge to tired ritual of the big family dinner with all that cooking, whining, and slackering by  extended family members. So many  love to chow down at our table but always find ways to resist any impulse to pitch in when it comes time to clean up.

 This is a particularly good holiday to dodge the ritual big family feast. No doubt there will be plenty of bickering and finger pointing at Thanksgiving Tables throughout America over the results of the Presidential election here in the US.  Did you support the bigoted blowhard? Did you not embrace with sufficient enthusiasm his entitled, prevaricating and seemingly disengaged opponent? Did you "waste" your vote on one of the more idealistic third party candidates?  The options of blame are endless.

We are  anticipating dining out with two young ones not particularly focused on the political havoc, and visiting a town along the shore that is steeped in history. I mean, can the ascendance of Trumpism rival the mayhem of the Civil War and Grant's March to the Sea?

I guess we will find out soon enough.

In the meantime, lets clean up some missing details following Mistress's sleepover date with Jay on Sunday night.  I left you hanging with Mistress locked away in our bedroom with her lover early Monday morning.

As it turned out, Jay had to leave very early. Once he was gone, Mistress invited me to return to the marital bed.  But there was no nookie to be had.

" After all that hard fucking I'm pretty sore down there, slave.....you'll just have to wait until later."

Fortunately, she was willing to accept some morning worship before I headed for work.  Some soothing attention from a skilled and attentive tongue couldn't hurt, could it?

And the up side for slave, despite stirrings from below the belt that could not be immediately satisfied, was savoring the tangy mingled detritus of Mistress arousal from the night before and what her lover left behind.

Yum.

I went off to work a tad horny, but with the expectation that satisfaction might be on the horizon at the end of the day.  But it was not to be.  I had scheduled dinner with my daughter and cute grandkids, while Mistress did some work and packed for our trip.  When I got home around 8 or so, we adjourned to the bedroom.  But there was no hanky panky beyond some additional palliative worship.

"I'm giving you a rain check slave.....I have to say I am still tender from last night."

"Sounds like Jay had some pent up demand after all those weeks of hiatus, Mistress>"

"Definitely. He did that thing where He fucked me standing up with me at the side of the bed.  I'm surprised you didn't hear us."

Not to self: next time go to bed early and turn off the TV.

But don't feel too sorry for this pampered slave.  By Tuesday morning, Mistress was "good to go". And slave was more than ready to break that long, horrific  48 hour abstinence streak.

Switch Morning and Date Night

Mistress got plenty of "action" Sunday. Consider her "tag teamed" by both her slave and her extracurricular lover, Jay.

WE started with a rare exploitation of slave's "switch day" privileges. Mistress was bound face down on the bed attached with those red leather bondage cuffs locked on with tiny pad locks.

"I can't believe I just let you do this to me, slave....."

Maybe it's because she likes it?

I had been wanting to try out a new implement of "torture" Mistress brought home from her trip to Africa last summer..... a flogger made from zebra tail hairs.  With her in no position to resist, I discovered that what first just tickles evolves into something more complicated....

As I applied the flogger to Mistress ass and thighs she began to squirm and thrash quite attractively.

"Owww.... it's staring to sting, slave...."

I got a rise from her as the tail teased and slapped at those naughty bits between her legs...

"Ouch.....that kind of hurt, slave....."

But this wasn't a punishment. Not at all. I slid Mistress's favorite power tool betwixt her spread thighs as I continued to lash her with the tail, producing some delightful squirming and clenching of those strong yet supple butt muscles of hers.  But pleasure seemed to quickly turn to frustration.

"Oh....I don't think I can cum this way, slave....."

"Poor Mistress..... are we getting frustrated....", I said as I applied a few more strokes to her ass and thighs.  She really was working herself up into a lather of arousal, humping the Hitachi, with relief apparently just beyond her reach.

Of course, slave is merciful, so I ultimately succumbed to her pathetic requests to be flipped over onto her back and given her due.  Once she was reattached to the bed, arms and legs spread, I used the tail on her thighs and oh so swollen clean shaven folds, producing a whole new range of gyrations. But by then I knew I was playing with fire.....Best give Mistress her release before she began plotting to turn the tables when she first had the chance.

Rest assured that once I applied the hitachi as she demanded the results were a rather incendiary sexual meltdown. And Mistress, still bound to the bed, was in no position to prevent her devoted slave from "piling on" and taking my own pleasure from her helpless and very well satisfied body.

But a slave's life is not all ice cream and bon bons.

Now I'm in our daughter's bed, while Mistress and her lover slumber in the "executive suite".  Slave had planned dinner at home last night, but when Jay arrived last night it became clear that after several weeks of separation, he and Mistress were more inclined to a private dinner out, sans slave.  No problem. The fish went into the freezer, we shared a pre-dinner beverage, and then the two were off to to local restaurant.  I was most content to make something for myself after a cold afternoon watching the Pussycats drop another one to a mediocre opponent.

Mistress and her lover returned from dinner at around 9 pm, and quickly adjourned to bed.  There was some catching up to do, and both of them had early morning engagements.  I suppose I could have been nosy, and gone to bed too.  That would have given me a chance to hear their late night machinations.  But instead I lingered downstairs to watch some bad TV.  They deserve their privacy after all.

And I know Mistress will be happy to provide a full after action report once Jay slops off into the dark this morning.

Back to the Drawing Board....

Here in River City, Mistress and slave have been slowly adjusting to the 6 hr. time shift and the notion that our nation will soon be under the thumb of a narcissistic blowhard with an itchy trigger finer and a penchant for locking up folks he disagrees with.

So at least one distraction has been dabbling in the quest for a new (or additional) side-dish to amuse Mistress and cuckold her slave.  There was a prospect- an outdoorsy type about Mistress's age who lives up the road a bit.  We had exchanged emails while we were overseas, and Mistress set up a lunch "date" with him yesterday.  But the report was not so good....

"He's nice enough slave....but a little dorkier than I would have expected...."

"Any spark?" (i.e. that de rigeur spark of attraction that must accompany any suitable side-dish).

"Not really slave....he clearly liked me... said I looked hotter than my pictures....but I must say there was no spark on my side of the table for him...."

"How did you leave it with him?"

"Told him that I'd have to 'think about it'".

Not what one wants to hear from the Ashley Madision hotty he's been courting, is it?

Ah well.....  there were a few "Plan B" suitors we may need to consider.  Then there was some 37 yr. old who got in touch via our "Slave on the Lam" twitter account... He asked if we wanted to "hang out" some time, and aspires to be a cuckolder. I politely responded to him that we were probably too old for him....But he was non-plused:

"Age is a number to me. I love older folks".

Why does that sound like he enjoys visiting the elderly at his local nursing home to sing Christmas carols?

In the meantime, Jay has made up with his Trump voting Mom and apparently has arranged for child care on Sunday evening.

"He asked if he could come over for dinner Sunday evening. Sounds like he wants to stay over...."

I guess slave has some menu planning to do.

Cuckolding Cums to PBS?!?

Mistress and slave have slowly re-entered the ugly brew of post-election recriminating here in the states. It's a pretty toxic mix when combined with jet lag and the sagging fortunes of one's local NFL team.  It means you spend a lot of time in bed, and avoiding the hard news sections of the papers or CNN all together.

The upside is that there's more time for sex. On Sunday we actually had a two-fer: with some robust use of Mistress's favorite power tool and some cock riding in the morning, followed by some more conventional worship and fucking in the late afternoon.

Sadly, the election has had some unexpected fallout for Mistress's side-dish hanky panky.

"I tried to get Jay interested in a little birthday action this week, slave....but he says he's not talking to his mother because of the election and now he has no one to watch his kid!"

(Jay voted for Clinton. Apparently his Mom voted for Trump, reversing the gender stereotype that the polls had predicted).

This sounds like a bad episode of "All in the Family", doesn't it?

With Mistress left to only her slave's work-a-day cock for solace, we found some amusement by catching up on some episodes of "Indian Summers" on Masterpiece theatre, which has two separate cross- racial cuckolding themes going this season ---- clearly it's not your grandmother's PBS anymore.

On the one hand we have your aspiring young Indian bureaucrat - dabbling with both the independence movement and the wife of some creepy and sadistic English dude who has a skinny moustache and plays the ukulele.

The husband does not actually know much about his wife's idealistic and earnest side-dish until the two lovebirds try to go on the lam to Australia.


Here is a picture of cuckolded husband # 1.  Any guy who wears an ascot all the time deserves to be cuckolded. right?









In the meantime, another more intriguing cuckold situation broke out involving the ambitious, aspiring English Viceroy wannabe, and his oddly foxy American wife.

The husband needs the political support of some Indian "royal" for his scheme to give the Indian people some sort of "democracy light". But the Majarajah, who controls some small corner of the country, doesn't like the idea of giving up any of his power, But he proposes a deal:

"Give me your wife for the night, and I can find my way to support your plan....."  On the left is the English twit and his wife before the deal goes down.



The Majarajah, an older and supercilious fellow,  has several wives. And one of them - an Australian - is there and apparently all in on the transaction proposed.

The aspiring Viceroy acts "shocked, shocked" about such an "outrageous" proposition, but finds his way to explaining it to his wife. The wife though .... seems intrigued. As the evening develops, she makes it clear to both the Majarahah and his wife that she is "available" as consideration for this political bargain, particularly after the old Indian royal throws in some flashy jewels he wraps around her neck like a collar over dinner.

Of course, this is "Masterpiece",  so there is no actual footage of the Majarajah collecting his prize... just the sounds of the wife's moans of passion heard through the bedroom door by the cuckolded husband.

Allister Cook must be rolling over in his posh, mahogany  grave somewhere.