Indulgent Mistress

My brief trip to the east coast was uneventful. As ordered, I wore my cage when not in my hotel room, which I hope gave Mistress something to reflect on as she entertained her lover Jay on Thursday night / Monday morning.

She had me check in with her after my dinner with my sister Thursday evening. Fortunately, my call was well timed.

"We had dinner out, slave....Jay's making a  call right now, and then we are going to bed....."

I had a feeling that it wasn't just so they could catch up on lost sleep.  Then, the next morning, I got a text from her at around 7 am.

"Morning, slave.  I am up, but there's going to be some sex for a while. Will call when Jay leaves."

As you might imagine, slave had a little difficulty getting that hard steel cage back on as my mind tried to avoid mulling over what was going on back in our marital bed in River City.

But by about 6 pm,   slave was reunited with Mistress. I found her in bed, already in one of those sexy nighties, and awaiting my return. Fortunately, she had enough energy left to reward her devoted slave with some pre-dinner nookie.

Our weekend featured several more rounds of conventional marital congress, so you can rest assured that I quickly recovered from that "horrid" 72 hours  of abstinence.


Yeah, I guess I am pampered.

You can be assured that I showed ample gratitude for Mistress's generosity and indulgence.

When slave is Away, Mistress will.....

Slave is on a two day trip to the East Coast for a professional conference. And for the first time since my surgical procedure back in February Mistress has me back in her cage.

"Better safe than sorry, slave..." was how she put it.

 Of course, I was not required to wear that metal behemoth on the plane.  Even with one of those "TSA Precheck" stamps on my boarding pass I would not want to consider all the bells and whistles that would go off if I stepped through the metal detector with a big chunk of steel hanging from my balls. As it was, I had a little concern that my carry on bag would get some extra screening, raising some questions.

"So what is this for, sir?"

But once I arrived at my hotel, I followed orders and scrunched my "package" through the hard steel ring that acts as a base for the steel cage that fits over Mistress's work-a-day cock. Then I reported back by text that her orders had been followed.

"Good, slave....."

On the phone she confirmed that I could remove the cage only when I was safely back in my hotel room last night.

Yeah.... I know what some of you are saying.... what a wuss. Can't even sleep with your cock on a tight steel cage for a night or two?  But it is nice to have a compassionate Mistress concerned that her old pampered slave gets a good night's sleep.

In the meantime, while her slave is away, Mistress gets to play.

Her lover Jay is planning to "stop by" tonight. No doubt there will be dinner out and a sleepover to keep Mistress company.  When I last talked to Jay a week ago, the morning following his most recent sleep over, the three of us discussed my upcoming trip.

"Keep an eye on her while I'm out of town", I said.

"Rest assured, Mick....."

I know I'll be resting better if Mistress gives me a pass on the cage when I go to bed again tonight.

Empty Nest Easter

Mistress showed her benevolence toward her devoted slave on "Holy Saturday",  following my Good Friday abstinence day and her own frolic with her lover Jay.

There was our traditional morning wake-up sex, then a bonus round on Saturday afternoon after a much needed nap. It was our mutual reward for a day devoted to family duties - me with my cute grandkids and Mistress lunching with her mother, the Dowager Domme.

Then on to Easter.  For so many years that was one of those religious / secular holidays on the calendar that required wallowing in family related activities. There were baskets of candy, Easter egg hunts in the yard, then overstuffed family dinners that reprised Thanksgiving or Christmas duty with lots of cooking, clean-up and guests who seemed unwilling to pitch in.

Yesterday represented a break from our routine: no kids or grandkids underfoot. No baskets. No big dinner to cook or attend.

Just the two of us. Of course there was sex in the morning, a bike ride, dinner on our patio with the Times. Some afternoon worship and a nap. And dinner for two. Slave whipped up a roast chicken for the occasion, foregoing traditional Easter dishes like ham or leg-o-lamb.

But, truth be told, we did not forego all things Easter.

Mistress munched on some seductive chocolate eggs that the Dowager Domme had delivered on Saturday.  And she also wore her Easter undies.....

GOOD FRIDAY CUCKOLDRY

Confirming my lapsed Catholic status. slave relished Mistress's Holy Thursday / Good Friday spanning frolic with her lover Jay. (Their planned Wednesday night tryst was rescheduled for Thursday evening).

We didn't attempt to recreate a three way "Last Supper" on Thursday evening.  Slave had made a commitment to baby sit my cute grandkids at dinner time. That left Mistress and Jay to their own romantic devices for dinner.

"I think we'll just walk up the street for some Indian food, slave...."

I was with the kids when Jay would be arriving at our house. My mind naturally drifted to what might be going on back at my house with the slave away.  Would Jay get a little "appetizer" before his lamb vindaloo? I could only speculate.

When I arrived home at around 7:30 pm, Mistress and Jay were still out for dinner. There was evidence that they had enjoyed a glass of wine (for Mistress) and a beer (for Jay) before their dinner. But the bed was still made. I settled in for a little review of the daily news on line, while awaiting their return. Soon enough they wandered in, seeming to have enjoyed their dinner date.

I hadn't seen Jay since February, so the three of us sat for a while in our living room, catching up on the developments in DC and our respective lives. But all of that was a bit of a distraction, wasn't it?

By 8:30 pm, Mistress was ready to move on to the main event.

"Well Jay, is it too early to go to bed?"

"Jay eyed me a tad uncomfortably, as if I might have standing to object.  But of course, I did not.

"Sleep tight, kids", was all I had to say.

So the two lovers climbed the stairs, leaving me to watch that amazing PBS series on WW I. Down stairs, I was out of range of any sounds of lust emanating from our bedroom.  But one could certainly imagine.

I went to bed myself in the adjoining bedroom about 90 minutes later. By then there were only sounds of silence coming from our CEO's executive suite. Sweet.

In the morning, slave was up before the two exhausted lovebirds. At some point, Mistress came down in one of those skimpy nighties to request a cup of coffee for her lover. Naturally, I complied with her request, whipping up a latte for Jay. We shared a kiss.

And about 40 minutes later, the both of them appeared, Jay heading back to his world. Slave was invited back up to Mistress's bed, where I was allowed to soothe those well used, clean shaven folds with my avid tongue.

But that was it.

"Sorry slave.....but you're just going to have to wait until tomorrow."

I guess I can handle a single abstinence day, particularly on Good Friday.