Back In the Saddle....

Slave has become a bit more useful a week out from my out patient surgery. While I have been fully ambulatory, and have whipped up some tasty dinners for Mistress during my pathetic convalescence, I have come up a little short when it comes to fulfilling my conjugal duties. Sure, my tongue and fingers have delivered a few cums over the last week. And I got an assist on Sunday from Mistress's favorite power tool.  But the work-a-day cock was out of action.

Not only that, but it was a sad source of amusement for Mistress. In particular, one post-op development was the discoloration of my "equipment".  I had a serious and unprecedented case of (black and) blue balls.

"Wow.... pretty scary slave....", she snickered as I displayed this gruesome development.  By Monday morning I was emailing my surgeon to verify whether this was normal under the circumstances. Fortunately, I was reassured that a gaudy scrotum was a passing and typical side effect of my procedure.

By yesterday morning, my equipment was fully, if hesitantly, deployed.  Mistress had already been provided with a "starter cum" before my clumsy and tentative reintroduction of my work-a-day cock. And despite a few twinges, things went well (at least on my end). Though I probably came up a little short when it came to pleasing Mistress in the traditional way.

"It was good for me Mistress..... and hopefully better for you tomorrow!"

Today's hoped for development: cock riding!

Kinky Super Bowl Ads

Mistress and slave hunkered down last night to our obligatory watching of the Super Bowl. Slave outdid himself in the culinary area, by whipping up some beet risotto that had a reddish tinge that aligned with the team colors of the Falcons, the team I was pulling for if only because the Patriots' QB was a pal of our new POTUS. The risotto was definitely the highlight of our night.

The lowlight was that Tom Brady was not facing punishment from Gisele, his super model wife when the game finally ended in overtime. Those of us who were hoping for an upset were sorely disappointed, though at least there was some drama on the field.

So those of us hoping for some kink, were stuck with the endless commercial breaks. And not disappointed.

T-Mobile had two S&M themed commercials, based on the premise that cell phone rates by their competitors amount to "punishment". The actress in those ads definitely likes to be punished.

Check out the video here: T-mobile Super Bowl Ad.

Another ad featuring the same actress, has her engaging in what appears to me phone sex, going orgasmic when a customer service rep explains that she will be "penalized" for exceeding her allotted quantity of video downloads and text messages.

Maybe next year, the ads will even go kinkier, and feature Giselle cuckolding Tom Brady with some (hopefully) new Super Bowl hero. After all, isn't it time for Tom to retire?

Stupor Bowl Sunday Edition

It's another Super Sunday. And while slave's work-a-day cock is still on involuntary lock down, I will make sure Mistress enjoys a few cums before the culturally mandatory game watching begins this afternoon.

The Patriots are once again in the SB..... Big surprise.  Their return necessarily brings to mind our late, very great fellow sex blogger Suzanne at "All Mine", who, along with her cuckolding lover Jay, was a big Patriots fan. In fact, Suzanne was an insufferable Patriots fan, always ready to remind us how great Tom Brady was / is.

There is no denying the accomplishments of Brady and  his  head coach Bill Belichik, aka, "Hoody". But the bromance both have with a certain bloviating orange hued POTUS gone rogue has given the SB an unusually political tinge.  The fact that both Brady and our new President have foreign born super model trophy wives is another odd, if off putting coincidence.











The fact that the Patriots have been known to toy with the rules in their obsessive quest for victory at any cost, adds to the comparison betwixt their dominance of the NFL over the last decade and Trump's rise to power. But all of that has made the Patriots the team that a good chunk of America loves to hate.

You have to wonder if the Russkies have hacked into the Falcons's secret game plan to give Trump's favorite team a leg up.

I suppose it's a shame that even the Super Bowl has become politicized in an era of hyper-partisan divisions.

Maybe the best approach is to tune out, go to bed, and lavish your respective Mistress with the attention she deserves.

Hospital Sex?

Slave is on the mend from some same-day surgery yesterday.

I have always avoided social media posts about one's health or maladies.  There are a few of my Facebook pals who routinely update us on their sniffles and more serious health matters . And while I try not  to be judgmental about those out there who need to "share" all that personal information, I prefer light and fluffy, or at least snarky and pithy postings on my accounts.  So no one on Facebook or Twitter knows I was "under the knife" yesterday, with a couple of incisions a little too close for comfort to Mistress's work-a-day cock.

But here on our "sex blog",  I am always looking for a snicker, and willing to share TMI in that quest.

I was supposed to be at the hospital by 8:30 am yesterday. Which meant that I was directed to wake Mistress a little earlier than otherwise to accommodate one last round of "wake up" sex before I was put out of commission. Rest assured I fulfilled my marital duties, with the nagging fear that it might be a week or so before I am cleared for further action.

As I suspected, once we arrived at the appointed hour, there was a lot of hurry up and waiting involved. As Mistress waited with me in the pre-op cubicle, I was directed by the cute little nurse (she seemed like a teenager!) to "take everything off and put on this robe..... it ties in the back."

As a well trained slave, I obediently stripped, and Mistress was kind enough to do the back tying honors.

Then it was..... wait..... and wait .... and wait.

Fortunately, I brought my NY Times. and Mistress had her kindle. But as an hour of waiting turned to two, I was getting bored.

"Do you think we can slip in one more before they knock me out, Mistress?"

"What, here?"

I was lying on one of those skinny little gurneys, ready to be hooked up and hauled away.  But without and undies on, all Mistress had to do was slide off her jeans and hop on board.  True, there was no "door", just a curtain that the nurse had slid shut. We could hear the MD's and nurses buzzing about beyond the curtain.   But as long as no one peaked inside, would we be discovered "in flagrente"?



Sadly, Mistress did not succumb to  my unsavory solicitation.

Fortunately, all went well, and I was home by 5 pm, a little tender and groggy but (apparently) repaired and ready to get back into action.

And while Mistress may be denied access to her work-a-day cock for a few more days, at least the anesthetist left my tongue intact.