Would You Trust Mark Zuckerberg with Your Cockshot?

"So the old boyfriend sent me a cock shot, Slave,"

"Hmmmm...... what was that like?"

"Funny, I don't recognize it. I guess I wasn't all that focused when I was only 20...."

Apparently Mistress's small liberal arts college did not offer "Comparative Male Sexual Organs 101".

"Maybe he's had a transplant. Traded up for a larger model?"

"I suppose.  Here, you take a look....."

She tilted the face of her I-phone in my direction, giving me a glance at a relatively slender male body, reclining, his seemingly large cock stretched flat across a seemingly flat belly.  It made me wonder.... was it erect, or not? Mine would be poking upward if erect. Ah well. I guess every one is a little different, isn't it.

"Did he send you that by text, Mistress?"

"No .... facebook messenger....."

"Hmmm..... not sure I would trust facebook with something like that. It's probably already in Steve Bannon's in-box.  Maybe even Putin's."

"I agree, slave..... a little odd."

"So what did you tell him about his picture, Mistress....."

"I said it looked hot slave....."

I suppose one has to say something like that, if only to keep the tease alive. I mean, you can't really say...."I've seen better", or "I don't remember it looking like that back in the day."

Long Distance Tease

Mistress and slave have escaped to our SW hideaway for an extended "spring break". While we might typically expect snow out here in the Sangre de Christo mountains this time of year, we found our local ski area still stuck in what has been a winter long draught.  Fortunately, enough fake snow has been made to keep the ski season alive. And we've been spared a nasty string of cold and snow back in River City.

On the sex front, we've been enjoying our typically robust daily diet. Nothing too kinky, but very satisfying for this old, pampered house slave. In fact, our sexual diet raised a few eyebrows one evening last week when we were enjoying some music from friends.  Mistress described her conversation with two other women on our way home:

"Somehow we got into whether some mutual friends ever had sex, and I said that we have it every day. I guess I was a little tipsy....."

"How did they react to that?"

"Joanne said, 'everyday!?", like she couldn't believe it...."

"I guess we are a little extraordinary on that front, Mistress..... I may get more action than any semi-retired guy in America....."

"You are lucky, slave....."

On the cuckolding front, we are on a bit of a dry spell.  The guys who have been served up through slave's search efforts have been not up to Mistress's justifiably exacting standards.  I will have to go back to the drawing board. But our upcoming travel schedule will make that a challenge. The cuckold quest  may have to be back burnered until August.

In the meantime, Mistress is continuing her own back burner tease of that former college boyfriend.

"He shows up on my facebook feed every week or so slave. Now he wants some semi-revealing photos."

"Are you going to bite, Mistress?"

"Maybe.  Can you help me find some?"

I agreed, and came up with a few to select from.  She scanned her options and asked me to forward two .  Here they are:



One of her in some colorful undies I gifted here not long ago.

And another, of her sunbathing here last summer.



She must have sent them off to former boyfriend, because later last evening she provided this report.

"He thinks they were hot, slave. But now he wants something 'frontal'".

"Are you going to accommodate, Mistress?"

"No way ....."

Always leave them wanting more.

Aborted Abstinence Experiment

I started out yesterday morning with plans to test the hypothesis presented by that article from "Moneyish" discussed on this page: would the denial of wake-up sex make me less efficient at work.

The bad news (or the good news) , my experiment never got off the ground.  Shortly after I posted here, Mistress sent me an early and unexpected text message from her chambers above.

"Are you still here, slave?"

Of course, I was. And so I scrambled up the stairs to find her awake and raring to go for some earlier than normal wake-up sex.  I guess I will have to reschedule my experiment at some yet to be announced day when slave will have to go to work horny.

Since I was out the door so early for work, and the weather was unusually warm and sunny here, I bolted from the office early to go on a bike ride with Mistress. We were then back in bed by about     4 pm  for a much needed late afternoon nap. (That's what happens when you have your wake-up sex at 7 am!)

But before we nodded off, I noticed Mistress tapping away on her lap-top.

"It's my old college boy-friend again, slave....."

Mistress had mentioned that they'd had a conversation yesterday afternoon, the first talk they'd had on some time.

"Hmmm..... I think he wants to fuck you, Mistress...."

"He probably does slave.  He reminded me of a time we had sex with me pressed up against his car....."

"Did you remember that, Mistress?"

"After he reminded me, I did.  It was pretty hot....."

I must say it was rather hot contemplating my lithe, hot Mistress in her college girl persona being taken from behind as she was pressed up against a Reagan era Camaro, thrusting her ass back to meet college boyfriend's anxious, frenzied thrusts.

"Did you raise the issue of him tying you up 'back in the day'"?

"No slave.... I'm taking it easy....so far....."

"So where is this headed, Mistress....."

"He says he'd like to get together sometime if our travel schedules puts us close."

We will see how this develops.

Abstinence Day Experiment

Mistress and slave had a relatively restful weekend, including a night on the town, an evening watching one of the Oscar nominees, and Sunday evening at home. We fit in some time with family. And of course there was plenty of sex, including a two-a-day Saturday.  For us, it’s common to have sex at least once each day, with the occasional exception caused by an early curtain call for one of us at work. That’s typically every other Monday morning when we are here in River City. For an older guy like me, it probably puts us as “outlyers” on the scale of sex frequency. According to an article I noticed in “Moneyish”, we might be having too much sex!

About one in 10 (12%) had no sex in the past year, 21% had it several times per year, and 34% once or twice a month, according to a study of 20,000 couples. One study found that having sex once a week is the perfect amount to boost relationship satisfaction.

So if we cut our sex back to only once a week, we might be less satisfied with our relationship?  I don’t think so! (The article does not say how many couples have sex 6-7 times / wk.)

One thing this article makes clear is that if you have more sex at home you are amore efficient and effective worker.

Having less frequent and less satisfying sex isn’t just a problem at home either: It also impacts your work. A study of married couples published last year in the Journal of Management found that, regardless of how happy their marriage was, the day after an employee had sex with his or her partner, she was more satisfied and engaged with her career. What’s more, people who engage in sex at least four times per week make more money than those who do the deed less frequently, according to a discussion paper from Nick Drydakis, a fellow at the Institute for the Study of Labor. Regular sex is also correlated with lowered stress and higher on-the-job productivity.

I may be putting this hypothesis to a test today.  I am the one with the early curtain call this AM. So while there was sex yesterday morning here at the UCTMW World HQ, there will be none this am.  Mistress has made it clear that while she enjoys here work-a-day cock, she does not want to be woken so early this morning. So slave will just have to “buck up” (or, I suppose, take matters into my own hand.) 

I promise to report back whether my morning of unwelcome abstinence will make me a grumpier, less effective worker today. I may have to survey my co-workers to see of they notice the difference.