Mistress's new prospect, JJ, has been keeping her attention the last few days with a series of fawning and provocative text messages. The intent seems clear: fanning her sexual fires into a nice smoldering blaze before he joins us here for dinner on Saturday night.
Mistress alerted me to his text based seduction strategy sometime on Thursday morning.
"He's been texting slave....it's a little distracting....."
She was working on a long and tedious work project for much of the day at her computer. The frequent ping of an arriving text on her I-phone was providing a welcome diversion.
"I'm responding some, but I can't just do this all day, slave....I have work to do."
Before our late afternoon siesta, Mistress handed be her I-phone to check our her ongoing dialog.
"It's a shame I can't just transfer this to you slave.....it would be great for the blog".
Yes it would be. And it also got slave's uncaged cock distracted as I scrolled through their smutty conversation. Here are a few highlights that I recall:
"So do you keep him caged?"
"Yes. He was caged last night...."
Ouch. There goes that little somewhat embarrassing secret.
"Do you like oral...."
"Of course. Do you?"
"Yes. I am anxious to taste you......"
There was also some puffery about the girth of his cock.
"Slave, do people actually measure that?"
"Apparently he does."
We recalled the need to take measurements for the right size of my cage a few years back. Somehow I don't think that's why JJ had measured his, which seems to exceed my "work-a-day" dimensions.
There was also some discussion about whether and what role I might play in preparatory or clean up service - a subject that was left hanging for now.
After our siesta slave enjoyed the benefit of JJ's "pump priming" ( I got that analogy from Donald Trump!), when some worship turned into some full blown late afternoon fucking.
Yesterday, JJ's campaign resumed.
"Today he asked me if I was shaved, slave."
She apparently told him about her clean shaven status, which seems to have pleased him.
"He also wanted to know if I could take a spanking."
'What did you say, Mistress?"
"That my bottom is pretty solid, and can take what he has to dish out."
Hmmm..... that sounds like a challenge, doesn't it?
For my part, I sent an email to JJ asking about whether Salmon was OK for the menu. He agreed, while noting his preference that any "play" occur before dinner, or after sufficient time passes to digest his meal.
I responded that he and Molly need to work on the schedule. I will serve when they direct.
As for my status, Mistress made that clear.
"I definitely think you should be in your cage again on Saturday night, slave".
Friday, June 2, 2017
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Mistress Shops for a Dom
It was a little too busy here in River City over the holiday weekend. I had a new granddaughter to visit, and there was much hoopla associated with that, including some extra time tending to my cute grandkids, and a visiting daughter. For her part, Mistress was catering to the needs of our older daughter, who was in town with her earnest fiance, running a variety of wedding planning errands. And there was a Monday morning brunch hosted by the Dowager Domme
By Monday afternoon, when all of the family duties were discharged, Mistress and slave were ready to crash. (Rest assured we were able to squeeze in some early morning wake up sex, though we had to "stifle" to avoid disturbing the engaged couple across the hall).
But by Tuesday evening, we were back into our empty nesting groove, meeting with another OKCupid "prospect" at a local watering hole in a downtown hipster neighborhood.
This one seems to have potential. JJ (what is it about J's?) is a local guy, tall and about 50, who meets Mistress's exacting standards on a physical level. He also piques her interest on an intellectual level as well --- JJ is very well traveled, with some interesting stories about his adventures growing up on South Africa and Antwerp, and then as a member of the merchant marine living in the Caribbean.
One thing that was a little amusing (or unnerving) was that we clearly know many of the same people. We were sitting at the window of this corner bar. Several mutual acquaintances walked by, giving the three of us a wave. One local politico even came inside to chat with the three of us, not expressing much surprise that we knew one another.
After said politico took the opportunity to ask us for a campaign donation, he ambled on. We laughed about the coincidence. "Think he's now speculating about how we know one another?, I offered.
But I know what all of you are asking....."get to the point Mick? Was their any sexual sizzle betwixt JJ and Mistress?"
There certainly is some potential.
JJ clearly "gets" the cuckold dynamic. He's had some experience with other couples, but they are all out of town and / or faded away.
He wasn't reluctant to press Mistress for her "expectations" and "hard limits" when it came to potential interactions. On her part, Mistress was a little timid, not willing to venture too much about what she might like or dislike so early on in this mutual exploration.
We did share our own pecking order with JJ, in response to his query.
Looking at both of us, he bluntly asked, "So who's in charge here?"
I made it clear that Mistress is in charge, though I did not share that she had me in my cock cage for this particular rendezvous. TMI, at least for the moment.
JJ also wanted to know if we are open to some 3-way interactions, something he claimed to have experience with. Looking at me, he said. "Does he watch, or do you just tell him about it afterwards?"
We shared that we had only one real "watching" experience, but were certainly open to more.
JJ he was clearly taken with Mistress, making it clear that he was ready to move onto a more intimate exploration of her charms.
One drink turned into three. The sun set. The bar emptied. We all headed home after nearly three hours of chat. I stood to pay the bill and let the two of them negotiate next steps. When I came back to the table, JJ was putting Mistress's phone number into his I-phone. Mistress then asked if he was busy Saturday evening, and he said he was, if it involved spending time with Mistress. I wasn't sure what Mistress had in mind -- a solo date maybe? It was her call, and she made it.
"Then you can come over to our house. Mick will cook. "
He readily accepted her invitation for an evening at home with us, but took the opportunity to make clear what his expectations of Mistress were for their second encounter.
"Wear something revealing....".
Mistress actually blushed at that directive. But brooked no dissent.
"I can do that.....", she said.
By the time we got home, Mistress reported that she already had a text from JJ.
"He says I'm very sexy, slave....."
No doubt about that. And I'm wondering what sort of revealing outfit Mistress has planned.
By Monday afternoon, when all of the family duties were discharged, Mistress and slave were ready to crash. (Rest assured we were able to squeeze in some early morning wake up sex, though we had to "stifle" to avoid disturbing the engaged couple across the hall).
But by Tuesday evening, we were back into our empty nesting groove, meeting with another OKCupid "prospect" at a local watering hole in a downtown hipster neighborhood.
This one seems to have potential. JJ (what is it about J's?) is a local guy, tall and about 50, who meets Mistress's exacting standards on a physical level. He also piques her interest on an intellectual level as well --- JJ is very well traveled, with some interesting stories about his adventures growing up on South Africa and Antwerp, and then as a member of the merchant marine living in the Caribbean.
One thing that was a little amusing (or unnerving) was that we clearly know many of the same people. We were sitting at the window of this corner bar. Several mutual acquaintances walked by, giving the three of us a wave. One local politico even came inside to chat with the three of us, not expressing much surprise that we knew one another.
After said politico took the opportunity to ask us for a campaign donation, he ambled on. We laughed about the coincidence. "Think he's now speculating about how we know one another?, I offered.
But I know what all of you are asking....."get to the point Mick? Was their any sexual sizzle betwixt JJ and Mistress?"
There certainly is some potential.
JJ clearly "gets" the cuckold dynamic. He's had some experience with other couples, but they are all out of town and / or faded away.
He wasn't reluctant to press Mistress for her "expectations" and "hard limits" when it came to potential interactions. On her part, Mistress was a little timid, not willing to venture too much about what she might like or dislike so early on in this mutual exploration.
We did share our own pecking order with JJ, in response to his query.
Looking at both of us, he bluntly asked, "So who's in charge here?"
I made it clear that Mistress is in charge, though I did not share that she had me in my cock cage for this particular rendezvous. TMI, at least for the moment.
JJ also wanted to know if we are open to some 3-way interactions, something he claimed to have experience with. Looking at me, he said. "Does he watch, or do you just tell him about it afterwards?"
We shared that we had only one real "watching" experience, but were certainly open to more.
JJ he was clearly taken with Mistress, making it clear that he was ready to move onto a more intimate exploration of her charms.
One drink turned into three. The sun set. The bar emptied. We all headed home after nearly three hours of chat. I stood to pay the bill and let the two of them negotiate next steps. When I came back to the table, JJ was putting Mistress's phone number into his I-phone. Mistress then asked if he was busy Saturday evening, and he said he was, if it involved spending time with Mistress. I wasn't sure what Mistress had in mind -- a solo date maybe? It was her call, and she made it.
"Then you can come over to our house. Mick will cook. "
He readily accepted her invitation for an evening at home with us, but took the opportunity to make clear what his expectations of Mistress were for their second encounter.
"Wear something revealing....".
Mistress actually blushed at that directive. But brooked no dissent.
"I can do that.....", she said.
By the time we got home, Mistress reported that she already had a text from JJ.
"He says I'm very sexy, slave....."
No doubt about that. And I'm wondering what sort of revealing outfit Mistress has planned.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Slave Gets Used for Mistress's Pleasure
Mistress and slave met with OKCupid prospect #2 on Thursday evening. "Sam" is tall, skinny, and in very good shape. About 50. He's a former paratrooper with a southern accent who now works for River City's biggest employer's. Sam is into motorcycles. Definitely the alpha type, but not in a redneck sort of way. He and his wife have recently dipped into the "open relationship" waters. She took the opportunity presented by her husband's meet and greet with us to spend the evening with her "boy toy".
We met at a local restaurant, shared drinks and a meal, and chatted about our respective backgrounds and experience. There seemed to be quite a few synchronicities, including tastes in music and an affection for the outdoors and the west. He sat across from Mistress at our table, and it wasn't long before I was feeling like a "chaperone", trying to leave the conversation to the two prospective lovers, and feeling like an unnecessary third wheel. I could tell Mistress was at least somewhat open to the new prospect when she ordered a second beverage as our plates were cleared. But although we had arranged in advance for her to signal me if she wanted me to get lost for a while, I never got that signal.
Sam seemed enthralled with Mistress (who wouldn't be?), never letting his eyes scan the room away from Mistress's fetching visage. But he didn't seem too annoyed that her husband was tagging along. "I get it. I'm very antsy when my wife meets someone for the first time. I'm always nearby, ready to come to the rescue if needed."
By the time the meal ended, they were making plans to get in touch again. Unfortunately, Sam and his wife are heading to Italy for a vacation this week, and after that Mistress and slave will be traveling too. It won't be until Mid-July that there will be time for them to go on an unchaperoned date. In the morning, there was a very nice email from him by the next morning. "I had a wonderful time meeting you. You are funny, intelligent and gorgeous. I must confess I was a bit distracted by your piercing eyes. I hope it wasn't too mitigable." Clearly, the guy knows how to sweet-talk a lady. Mistress was impressed.
Friday was a busy day for us. After some early wakeup sex, there was a bike ride, then a trip to the airport to fetch our daughter and her fiancé. They are here for the holiday weekend for some wedding planning activities. Luckily, slave did not have to go on the girls' trip to pick a wedding dress.
By the end of that expedition (which was a success), Mistress was ready for an evening at home. The happy couple were off with their friends, leaving us empty nesters for the night. Slave grilled some salmon and we ate in our placid secret garden, the birds serenading us. As the sun set, we came back inside to watch the final few episodes of "I Love Dick". Cuckold fans will be happy to know that those magic works "Please Fuck My Wife" make their appearance in the penultimate episode. But I won't disclose the ending for those of you who may want to watch.
Suffice it to say that the sexual action in a few scenes were enough to prime Mistress's pump. She was lying there next to me on the couch, in one of those short nighties I have gifted her over the years. Slave's acute, well conditioned senses detected her mounting arousal. I naturally came to her rescue, using my experienced digits to bring her to a rather dramatic climax before the semi-cliffhanger ending of Season 1.
I assumed that my work on that from was done. But I was wrong.
As we climbed the stairs to bed, Mistress made clear that all that cuckold action had left her with an itch that needed more scratching.
"I need my cock, slave."
It was late and I had a little uncertainly about my ability to perform. But it turned out that I was able to rise to the occasion. There was more worship and some robust cockriding before the night was done. Rest assured that Mistress's itch was very well scratched before our two little lovebirds reinfested the nest sometime after midnight.
We met at a local restaurant, shared drinks and a meal, and chatted about our respective backgrounds and experience. There seemed to be quite a few synchronicities, including tastes in music and an affection for the outdoors and the west. He sat across from Mistress at our table, and it wasn't long before I was feeling like a "chaperone", trying to leave the conversation to the two prospective lovers, and feeling like an unnecessary third wheel. I could tell Mistress was at least somewhat open to the new prospect when she ordered a second beverage as our plates were cleared. But although we had arranged in advance for her to signal me if she wanted me to get lost for a while, I never got that signal.
Sam seemed enthralled with Mistress (who wouldn't be?), never letting his eyes scan the room away from Mistress's fetching visage. But he didn't seem too annoyed that her husband was tagging along. "I get it. I'm very antsy when my wife meets someone for the first time. I'm always nearby, ready to come to the rescue if needed."
By the time the meal ended, they were making plans to get in touch again. Unfortunately, Sam and his wife are heading to Italy for a vacation this week, and after that Mistress and slave will be traveling too. It won't be until Mid-July that there will be time for them to go on an unchaperoned date. In the morning, there was a very nice email from him by the next morning. "I had a wonderful time meeting you. You are funny, intelligent and gorgeous. I must confess I was a bit distracted by your piercing eyes. I hope it wasn't too mitigable." Clearly, the guy knows how to sweet-talk a lady. Mistress was impressed.
Friday was a busy day for us. After some early wakeup sex, there was a bike ride, then a trip to the airport to fetch our daughter and her fiancé. They are here for the holiday weekend for some wedding planning activities. Luckily, slave did not have to go on the girls' trip to pick a wedding dress.
By the end of that expedition (which was a success), Mistress was ready for an evening at home. The happy couple were off with their friends, leaving us empty nesters for the night. Slave grilled some salmon and we ate in our placid secret garden, the birds serenading us. As the sun set, we came back inside to watch the final few episodes of "I Love Dick". Cuckold fans will be happy to know that those magic works "Please Fuck My Wife" make their appearance in the penultimate episode. But I won't disclose the ending for those of you who may want to watch.
Suffice it to say that the sexual action in a few scenes were enough to prime Mistress's pump. She was lying there next to me on the couch, in one of those short nighties I have gifted her over the years. Slave's acute, well conditioned senses detected her mounting arousal. I naturally came to her rescue, using my experienced digits to bring her to a rather dramatic climax before the semi-cliffhanger ending of Season 1.
I assumed that my work on that from was done. But I was wrong.
As we climbed the stairs to bed, Mistress made clear that all that cuckold action had left her with an itch that needed more scratching.
"I need my cock, slave."
It was late and I had a little uncertainly about my ability to perform. But it turned out that I was able to rise to the occasion. There was more worship and some robust cockriding before the night was done. Rest assured that Mistress's itch was very well scratched before our two little lovebirds reinfested the nest sometime after midnight.
Thursday, May 25, 2017
I Love Dick
No, slave is not changing teams. I'm simply referring to the new Amazon series by that name that has some interesting cuckold themes worth watching. 
The show features Katheryn Hahn as a 40's something wife who's pretentiously professorial husband (played by Griffin Dunne) takes her off to Marfa, TX on sabbatical. His fellowship is sponsored by Dick, a cowboy / sculptor / rich guy. The wife gets a glimpse of Dick in his Marlboro man get-up and is immediately smitten. Her wimpy hubby gets the dividend of a suddenly sexually voracious wife. The second episode features some rather explicit marital sex inspired by the mutual fantasy that Dick is in the bedroom, supervising and deciding when Katherine and cum.
Mistress and slave are only about 4 episodes deep into the series. So far Dick seems disinterested in Katherine's crushing on him. But who knows where this might head. Here's a link to the trailer.I Love Dick. No cock cages yet for the hubby. They may be waiting for season 2.In the meantime, Mistress is fending off entreaties from the guy we met Sunday night for a quick step to the "horizontal" aka "test fuck" phase. She has two more "interviews" to conduct before deciding with whom or whether to move forward.
Tonight we are meeting a guy at a local bar who is new to the "open marriage" scene. He's about 50, and his wife is 40 (according to her own OK Cupid profile). Sounds as if his wife has had a little more luck in scoring. (Big surprise!) When we suggested that maybe his wife should join, he demurred on her behalf. "When she heard I was occupied Thursday night, she immediately set up her own date with her 'boy toy'". Sounds like another wife who likes them fresh out of diapers. So unfair to us old farts!
We will let you all know how this evening's encounter goes.
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