The Big Tease....

Mistress and slave made it to our SW Hideaway by Friday evening, just in time to enjoy a glorious sunset and a very dramatic full moon lighting up our high desert vista.  We have two weeks of solitude before Mistress jets back to the heartland to join the Dowager Domme and our youngest Domme in Training for what has become an annual exotic trip.  Slave will stay here and hold down the fort and defend it from roving bands of prairie dogs.

(Don't worry Diane, we did pack the cage!)

But with a new dominant lover in her life, Mistress (and her slave) have to find ways to keep the embers warm despite her long absence.  Mistress has been trading the occasional text message with JJ over the last few days, and slave has given an assist or two. Like on the drive west, when I took a photo of Mistress's legs as she spelled me behind the wheel.  It seemed to amuse JJ, but it wasn't quite good enough.  His response:

JJ: "Very Nice, but she should hike that dress up for her bull!"

Mick: "She says it's about as high as she can and still drive."

JJ: "So looking forward to more fucking and sucking with your wife."

On day two of our drive, slave sneaked a more revealing shot as I drove and Mistress napped (don't try that one at home readers). On a break from behind the wheel, I texted it to JJ:



JJ: "Hot damn.  Love them....."

Yesterday, after a trip to the farmer's market  to restock the larder, Mistress lazed in the sun on our patio in  typical au naturale fashion.  At some point she asked her slave:

"You didn't send him a picture of me naked, did you slave?"

"Not without your permission, Mistress."

There are certain rules, after all.

"Well he just sent me a text and asked if I was sunning myself."

"He's got you figured out already, Mistress.  Why not roll over onto your tummy and I can satisfy his curiosity....."

Her sense of decorum was suspended ever so briefly and she rolled over, exposing her temporary tan lines to my lens.

"I get to approve, slave....."

"Of course, Mistress....."

I snapped a photo or two, making sure my shadow did not obscure her delightful curves and smooth, bronzing  skin.  Then I showed her a photo.

"That one's OK, slave......"

So off it went to her "Bull".

Mick: "Mistress authorized me to send this photo."

It wasn't long before he responded:

JJ: "Absolutely delicious. Definitely cannot wait to get my hands on those curves again.

Mick: "I am lucky to be cage free out here with her."

JJ: "Yes you are.... enjoy while you can."

Mistress's brazen display apparently encouraged JJ to reciprocate. Later in the afternoon she mentioned how.

"He sent me a cock shot, slave."

Well that peaked my curiosity.

"Can I see, Mistress."

She indulged, handing me her phone, I saw the rather dramatic image of a large, rigid male organ and the teasing back and forth between them over the photo.  Mistress asked if it was some file photo he skimmed off google images.  He responded with faux indignation:

"What, don't you recognize it?"

"It was pretty dark....."

"Well next time we keep the lights on...."

The gist was that Mistress was looking forward to that "next time".

Sounds as if they might be able to get together again when Mistress makes her 24 hour stop in River City before that journey with her mother.  Hopefully she will have time to give me a brief update to share with our curious readers.

Kinky Kansas

Mistress and slave are driving west to our SW hideaway. We crossed Indiana, Ill and MO yesterday, coming to ground at about the halfway point in Abilene, KS.  That's the home of Dwight Eisenhower, who is doing back flips in his grave, on the grounds of the Presidential library here in Abilene, over the shenanigans of the current POTUS.

After checking into our rather rustic but very cheap local motel, we headed into town to find a place for dinner.  Just look for the grain elevator if you're looking for "downtown" in these parts.  But as we were rubbernecking through the town's historic district, I caught the dreaded sign of a flashing red light in my rear view mirror.

Busted.

The officer took his time to amble up to my car, with the "alien" license plates. After asking for my driver's license and registration, he informed me that I had been clocked going 31 in a 20 mph zone.

"Really?  I thought I saw a 30 mph sign...."

"A lot of people get confused because there's a sign back there reducing the limit to 20 mph in the downtown...."

Oops.  He asked what we were doing in "these parts". And I explained our mission and that we were looking for a place to eat.

After running my license to confirm I was not a terrorist on the lam, he showed us some Kansas nice mercy, giving us only a warning.  Then he upped the courtesy.

"If you're looking for somewhere to eat, The best place is the "Farmhouse" out  west of town.  It's where all of us in the Department go for lunch."

I asked for directions, but he said "just follow me." We both took u turns on the wide downtown avenue, and he led us out of town, and right up the drive of this funky old restaurant. The officer said Dwight and Mamie dined there when they visited town (back in the day).

It turned out we were late diners - the only guests there at 7:30 pm.  Our very courteous waitress pointed out the chairs autographed by Dwight and Mamie, and served us some tasty chicken fried chicken with mashed potatoes. (I didn't question the redundancy -- isn't "chicken fried chicken" the same as "fried chicken"?)

But the odd thing I did have to ask about was all the paddles hanging from the wall.

"It's a tradition. If you eat here on your birthday, you get a discount and a paddling."

She  explained that even  Ike got paddled when he stopped by, by the original owner, "Aunt Lena". Ike must have had a very tolerant Secret Service detail!

As we checked out, Mistress noted the paddle on the counter, with several autographs.  Our waitress(the only waitress), a 20 something country girl with a pleasing smile, explained that when a guest gets paddled he/she signs the paddle. She pointed out several buckets stuffed with paddles covered with autographs.

So it seems there are a surprising number of Kansans who indulge in public displays of corporal punishment.

"Now that Lena's not around, who does the paddling?"

She gave me a little quirky smile.

"Your waitress, of course."

As I paid our very reasonable tab, I mentioned that Mistress's birthday is coming up in a few weeks.
"I won't ask for the discount, but maybe you could give my wife her birthday paddling?"

She seemed willing, but Mistress gave me that "are you crazy, slave" look.

Ah well, it would have made a good story, particularly if Mistress was required to pull up her dress and pull down her panties.

Cuckold Conversation

Mistress and slave are driving west, heading to our SW hideaway. It's allowing us to listen to the Comey testimony, while reflecting a little on Mistress's recent adventures, particularly her new lover. Amidst the bloviating Senators self-agrandizing rambling questions and the former FBI Director's Duddly-Do-Righting, Mistress had a few questions of her own which might have been entertaining to the vast audience listening into the the Senate Intelligence Committee:

Mistress: "So was that really the biggest cock you've ever seen, slave?"

Slave: "Well, yes.  But keep in mind, I don't have that much experience.... I see the occasional cock in a locker room, or in a men's room.  But I don't think I've seen any erect.  And certainly not that big, Mistress."

Mistress: "I suppose that makes sense."

Slave: "What about you. Is that the biggest you've had. Even bigger than (DW - a guy Mistress was involved with before me, with a lengendary large cock) ?

Mistress: "Hmmmm..... definitely thicker."

Slave: Do you think it's bigger than the WC's cock?


Mistress:  "I guess, we'll never know, slave....he never really shared it with me."

Slave:  "Yep.  I suppose we'll never know."

Cuckold Sleepover (Cont'd)

Sorry for that cuckolding cliffhanger! (Cuckhanger?)

So where were we?

When we left off, slave was in his cock cage. My caged plight  had been  disclosed with a teasing grin by Mistress to JJ, her new lover.  She sat beside him on the couch, barely clothed in that black nightie, sans undies. His  hands were roaming along her firm and muscular thighs, nipping at her clean shaven folds.

Mistress had brazenly accepted JJ's invitation to suck what was the biggest damn cock slave has ever seen as I sat there, agape. But she had turned down JJ's invitation to ride his cock on the couch as I looked on, preferring the more discrete confines of our bedroom.

Slave felt a little relieved. And, yes, a little disappointed not to be allowed to enjoy that "show".

They went upstairs. Slave washed up the plates that had born some fruit, cheese and crackers for our light pre-play dinner. Then my plan was to hunker down in the living room with my laptop, close enough to hear some of the action, but not so close as to distract or annoy.

But there was one problem..... I had moved my laptop to our daughter's room, across the hall from the "Executive Suite" where Mistress already had retired for the evening with her new lover. From the floor below, I could hear the sounds of some robust fucking emerging from the bedroom.  I figured they were too busy to hear me creeping about outside their door. I softly crept up the stairs, planning to discretely grab my laptop and go back downstairs.

But there was one problem with my stealth strategy. On prior occasions when Mistress hosted a lover in our bed, she would discretely close the door. But whether she forgot because of her fixation on that huge cock, or whether JJ had affirmatively restrained her impulse for some privacy, the door to our room was wide open as I topped the stairs and tip-toed into our daughter's room.

Oops.  There, lit by the ambient light from outside our window,  was the larger mass of JJ, mounting Mistress, and thrusting with mucho gusto. His thrusts were  producing those moans of passion coming from my wife.  I was tempted to linger and observe, but my sense of propriety had me grabbing that lap top and hustling back downstairs. I didn't want to come off as  some creepy  peeping Mick.

Back downstairs, I was serenaded for the seconds night in three with the intermittent sounds of aggressive fucking and quiet indiscernible conversation. By around 10:30, slave was getting tired, so I headed back upstairs. The two lovebirds were in a chat cycle, so I said "good night", quickly closing the bedroom door behind me. But JJ generously yelled out, "keep the door open, Mick..... that way you can at least listen in."

Disregarding orders, I closed the door, so that the light I was reading by would not distract the two fuckbirds.  But when I turned out the lights about 30 minutes later, I succumbed to the temptation to open the door, listening as their cycle of fucking and chat continued on until I nodded off, maybe at around mid nite.  I do recall some slapping sounds that sounded like he was spanking Mistress. Later, sometime after midnight,  Mistress came in to check on me, a delighted smile on her face, but no key in her hand to spring my cock free.  It would be the first night in several years that I spent the entire night in my cage.

JJ must have had an early engagement, so slipped out a little after 6 am. At that point Mistress retrieved her slave, and sprung me loose. We cuddled for a bit, her nodding off.  And slave was allowed to taste the remnants of her overnight visit.  But no fucking for me for the 2nd day in a row:

"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until tomorrow, slave......way too tender right now."

She confirmed that there was some spanking involved, in addition to a variety of positions for more traditional couplings. "I was riding his cock and he was spanking me, slave.  It hurt some, but it was also kind of hot....."

Soon I was deep into my day, picking up grandkids, and also doing some client work.  But Mistress confirmed later in the afternoon that she had been texting with JJ, handing me her phone. The gist of it was his confirmation that he enjoyed the prospect of more opportunities for fucking his "cum slut  and cuckolding  Mick....." She reminded him when she'd be back in town ( about three weeks hence for a couple of days) and a request that he keep his calendar open.

Mistress was certainly tired after a late and very active night. By late afternoon we met up at our swim club and soon she was snoozing in the sun.  Her tanned, lush body was too tempting, so I snapped the photo above and texted it to JJ.

"It's Mick. Enjoyed having you over last night. As you can see, you wore Mistress Molly out."

"Mmmmm. Love it. Did you enjoy hearing your wife take my cock so deeply?

"Yes. It was muy caliente."

Today Mistress and slave are heading west. And while the cuckolding action will be on hold for the next few weeks, at least slave will be getting more than his fair share of fucking, heated for both of us by the memory of Mistress's new lover and the prospects of further adventures to come.