Saturday, May 13, 2017

Non-Monogamy?

Slave took the long drive to the east coast yesterday to visit one of my daughter's. Now that she and her husband have a house of their own, it was an opportunity to haul all of the crap in boxes filling up a corner of our attic that have her name on them. You know.... high school memorabilia, old posters, college books that somehow can't be thrown away. 

Poor Mistress is left at home to her own devices. And the worst part is that rather than canoodling with a lover, she's stuck entertaining her sister and the Dowager Domme for Mother's Day weekend. Now what fun is that?

In the absence of any active cuckolding to report on, let's discuss instead this week's big spread in the NY Times Magazine about open marriages. It's a long complicated story touching on some couples that have had varying degrees of success or failure. Sadly, there's no focus at all on the cuckold kink --these are marriages where both sides have permission, not just the wife.  But then, there is some psychobabble that opens the door just a little. The author explains that more oftern than not it’s the wife who wants to add some variety to her sex life:


Conventional wisdom has it that men are more likely than women to crave, even need, variety in their sex lives. But of the 25 couples I encountered, a majority of the relationships were opened at the initiation of the women; only in six cases had it been the men. Even when the decision was mutual, the woman was usually the more sexually active outside the marriage. A suburban married man on OkCupid told me he had yet to date anyone, in contrast to his wife, whom he called “an intimacy vampire.” There was a woman in Portland whose husband had lost interest in sex with anyone, not just her. A 36-year-old woman in Seattle said she opened her marriage after she heard about the concept from another young mom at her book club.
Perhaps the women in the couples I encountered were more willing to tell their stories because they did not fit into predictable unflattering stereotypes about the male sex drive. But it was nonetheless striking to hear so many wives risk so much on behalf of their sexual happiness.
It took decades for sex researchers to consider the possibility that women’s fabled low libido might be a symptom of monogamy. An entire scientific field, well chronicled by Daniel Bergner (a contributing writer for the magazine) in his book “What Women Want,” has evolved to try to understand the near-total diminishment of lust for their partners that so many women in long-term monogamous relationships feel. One 2002 study found that men and women in committed relationships shared equal desire at the onset of their relationships, although for women, that desire dropped precipitously between one and four years into the relationship; for men, the desire remained high throughout that period. In his book, Bergner cites research suggesting that women desire novelty as much as men. The recent attempts to formulate medication to address waning sexual interest has been predicated on the assumption that one possible response — indulging an interest in newer partners — would never be practical and could be destabilizing.
The women I met who initiated openness seemed to be defying some stereotypes about gender, but their interest was also consistent with more familiar ideas about women and intimacy: They seemed to be doubling down on building relationships in their lives.


So at least this research throws a little light on why in the cuckold world the ladies  want to add a little spice to what their less than compelling hubbies may be able to offer in the bedroom.   And towards the end of the ariticle there is some focus on a couple where the wife’s male lover has moved into the house full time.  There’s no mention of the husband having any of his own outside fun.  I guess that is cuckolding without the label.

Maybe the author will circle back and focus on relationships like ours, where the marital door (and bed) only opens one way.


There is some mention of OK Cupid as an on-line dating portal where one has the option of listing as “non-monogamous”.  Have any of our readers had much luck there?

Monday, May 8, 2017

Into The Wild

Mistress and slave broke out of the tyranny of our typical weekend in River City: no entertaining the Dowager Domme for Mistress. No chilling with the cute grandsons for Mick.  Instead we packed up our backpacks and headed south into the Bluegrass State. And it wasn't for the Derby. No we headed into the wild for a long (8 miles or so) hike in a national forest. It was raining some, but we were trying to toughen up for a quest scheduled for September to one of the 7 summits.  Putting miles on our aging legs is the key, and so we hunkered down.  Save some sore feet and achy muscles, we survived.

Fortunately, we didn't exactly "rough it" on Saturday night. We found a lovely room at a local state park lodge.  There was time for worship and a nap before dinner at the Lodge's restaurant on Saturday evening.

As we ambled into the dining room, we realized we weren't in River City anymore.

Dinner was the buffet variety, and consisted of fried chicken or fried catfish, and some rather leathery mystery ribs, with some cooked-for-days green beans to provide a color other than brown for your plate. And as we looked around the room we observed that 1) 3/4's of the males were wearing baseball caps over dinner; 2) almost all of the ladies were dyed blondes with big poofy hair; and 3) the average adult weight was about 240 lbs (although the long haired guy in the tie-dye wife beater tee shirt probably through the average out of kilter some).

"This is definitely pre-existing condition country, Mistress".

"You're bad, slave....."

After we licked our fingers of accumulated deep fried chicken grease, and indulged in the dessert bar, we headed down to the "tavern" for an after dinner bourbon.  (What else would you drink in KY?) The bar tender had a haircut that was some sort of tribute to John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. And their were more loud and brassy blondes at the bar, cackling about their disdain for football, as they watched the Yankees and Cubs on the overlarge TV screen above the bar.

Rest assured we quickly consumed our beverages and headed back to the quiet shelter of our room.
It was nice to sleep in,  and engage in some languid wake up sex with Mistress,  before we departed for another few hours on nearby trails.  We had some fried chicken to walk off.



Saturday, May 6, 2017

Photo Op(s)

Mistress and slave are headed on a little hiking expedition this weekend.  This has the Dowager Domme's nose out of joint. She's used to Mistress taking her out to lunch on Saturdays. There was a whiney phone call from the DD last evening at around 5:45 pm, as we snuggled in bed, fresh from some post-nap worship. The DD was driving home from her office, and at age 78  still goes to work everyday. She looks down on those of us who don't have an office to go to, who she perceives as kind of lazy and a little too laid back.  Maybe she needs to find some poor sap to flog on a regular basis to get the bad vibes out of her system.

But yesterday, Mistress actually was pretty busy, working through the morning to serve her biggest client. But she did have to slip away at lunch time.  There was a romantic lunch set up with her lover Jay.  I came upstairs around noon to see her primping for her luncheon engagement. Nothing fancy: jeans and a sexy top. But her shoes and toes on a rainy chilly day were worth a photo, don't you think.  What makes a woman show off all that toe cleavage even when the weather is nasty?  The goal of attracting male attention must me at the top of the list.  And that always gets a cuck's motor running.

As I was retrieving this photo for publication, I came across one from a few weeks ago that is also worth sharing.  Here is Mistress relaxing at a bizarre arts venue in Santa Fe called Meow Wolf. Don't you like those cowboy boots?


 It's hard to explain, but it's a fantasy warren of phantasmagorical rooms constructed in an old warehouse.
On a typical day it was clogged with tourists, kids and stoners all getting lost in its various nooks and crannies. But one can imagine what a kinkcter night would be like there.... lots of slaves, masters and mistresses wandering about in various states of restraint and dress (or undress).  I wonder if there is a local kink community in town that might take up the challenge.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Home Office

Have I really been too busy to post this last week?  Rest assured there have been plenty of opportunities for daily sex, worship, cock riding, and the deployment of Mistress's favorite power tool. Sadly,  her "side dish" has been MIA since his sleepover about two weeks ago, I hope Mistress has not missed her daily allotment of cums. That's what slaves are for, right?

Mistress and slave have been sharing a work space  these last few weeks. We both work from home now. I am down on the ground floor where I have pulled together a man cave of sorts.  Mistress works on our middle floor, where her computer and desk are located.

Of course, having officially "retired", my work load has been erratic, and certainly less than Mistress. I've tried to fill up the balance of my days with some sundry tasks in the nature of home improvements, as well as serving a few loyal clients.  I have been writing for some local publications, and dabbling in some local politics too. But  I am a little concerned that Mistress may decide her slave has been a little too lazy of late. Underproductive is not a quality your want in a slave, is it?

If I don't pick up my game, Mistress may have to adopt a new and more assertive style of workplace supervision.