Mistress and slave have been working our way through the marital distress that slave caused. (Review: I had been in e contact with a former affair partner without Mistress's knowledge or consent, which unduly distressed her.) Today we have our third appointment with a male/female therapist tag team, and it could be our last.
They've counseled "transparency", and we have certainly followed their advice on that subject. But they may be surprised at the progress we have made, and even want to take credit for it. While I am sure that talking with them has not hurt, and may have actually been some help in improving our communications on a tough subject, we have not been particularly "transparent" with them.
We have not shared with them some of the more unconventional therapies that Mistress and slave have deployed in our ongoing effort to rebuild and maintain a trusting marital relationship, such as:
1. Corporal punishment- almost daily cropping of slave's sorry ass, which has left slave a little bruised and certainly repentant. Ouch!
2. More Cage Time- Slave has worn his cage daily at work, a not so subtle reminder of Mistress's control over "her cock", which no doubt provides some reassurance to Mistress.
3. Even More Frequent Sex- Our "two a day" rate has certainly increased since these new therapies began. When Mistress reported to her ex-boy friend last week that she has sex almost every day with her husband, he expressed amazement. Apparently his wife is a "once a monther." Bummer.
4. Frequent Reminder's of Slave's Lowly Status-- Mistress has been more vigilant that has been typical in reminding her slave how lucky he is to be sharing her bed, and that I should be careful or she will go more actively shopping for a more worthy cock.
Message received, Mistress.
So before we part ways with our therapists, should we share with them our unusual therapies for overcoming a marital crisis? Or should we just let them think that they are "miracle workers"?
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
Fashion Show
We have a big family wedding coming up. Mistress has been the consummate "wedding planner", and after months of preparations, the big event is now less than two weeks away. Of course, one of the most important elements of the big date is what the mother of the bride will be wearing. She has a lovely gown all set, made by a favorite (if obscure) designer to match the bride's choice of wedding colors. But what goes underneath?
She surprised me with a smooth and sexy undergarment on Saturday night, before we headed out for dinner.
Of course, slave was impressed, and already looking forward to climbing into bed with Mistress later that evening with her new lingerie acquisition.
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Mistress's Old Boyfriend
Mistress had her rendezvous with that old college boyfriend on Thursday afternoon. The guy who introduced her to bondage at their small, midwestern liberal arts college back in the day.
Of course, slave could only imagine how things were going. She had called while on her way to the airport. Earlier that morning she had asked me (rhetorically) what she should wear.
"You could ask him, Mistress", I helpfully suggested.
"I'm not doing that slave....don't want to give him any ideas."
This was going to be a reunion after 30 years, following an ugly breakup. But the two former lovers had reconnected....and flirted....via facebook messenger for several months. They had even traded some revealing photos. So there was a bit of sexual tension in the air as Mistress headed across the bridge to meet him at an airport hotel bar during his brief day trip to River City.
Of course, slave was at work, all caged up. Speculating......
Mistress went dark for a while. I headed home, and with her permission, de-caged so I could take a bike ride on a rare warm afternoon.
At around 6:30 I got a brief message....
"Home in 15....."
And she was, waltzing into our bedroom in her black leather dress, showing a good deal of bare leg. She had made a fashion selection that must have made a compelling impression.
"he said I looked ravishing, slave.....better than the photos I shared."
Of course he did. But what else happened?
"It was interesting to see him, slave. He clearly wants me. But....he's married. I'm not messing with someone's husband."
"Of course, you are no threat to his marriage," I countered, playing devil's advocate a bit.
"No, I wouldn't be. But those are my rules."
"So did he put any moves on you, Mistress?"
"There was a brief kiss, slave. But I didn't give him a chance for any other shenanigans. "
"And was that a turn on for you?"
"It was.... a little......"
Since then, she's reported on a number of further texts from FBF. All in the tone of "are you attracted to me? Can't we explore further?" Their meeting had clearly turned his reunion ardor up a notch. But what about Mistress?
She seems flattered, but also holding her ground. I suppose we will see where this goes. But at least it was her slave who got to worship and enjoy some early evening sexual indulgence after FBF stoked Mistress's flame.
Of course, slave could only imagine how things were going. She had called while on her way to the airport. Earlier that morning she had asked me (rhetorically) what she should wear.
"You could ask him, Mistress", I helpfully suggested.
"I'm not doing that slave....don't want to give him any ideas."
This was going to be a reunion after 30 years, following an ugly breakup. But the two former lovers had reconnected....and flirted....via facebook messenger for several months. They had even traded some revealing photos. So there was a bit of sexual tension in the air as Mistress headed across the bridge to meet him at an airport hotel bar during his brief day trip to River City.
Of course, slave was at work, all caged up. Speculating......
Mistress went dark for a while. I headed home, and with her permission, de-caged so I could take a bike ride on a rare warm afternoon.
At around 6:30 I got a brief message....
"Home in 15....."
And she was, waltzing into our bedroom in her black leather dress, showing a good deal of bare leg. She had made a fashion selection that must have made a compelling impression.
"he said I looked ravishing, slave.....better than the photos I shared."
Of course he did. But what else happened?
"It was interesting to see him, slave. He clearly wants me. But....he's married. I'm not messing with someone's husband."
"Of course, you are no threat to his marriage," I countered, playing devil's advocate a bit.
"No, I wouldn't be. But those are my rules."
"So did he put any moves on you, Mistress?"
"There was a brief kiss, slave. But I didn't give him a chance for any other shenanigans. "
"And was that a turn on for you?"
"It was.... a little......"
Since then, she's reported on a number of further texts from FBF. All in the tone of "are you attracted to me? Can't we explore further?" Their meeting had clearly turned his reunion ardor up a notch. But what about Mistress?
She seems flattered, but also holding her ground. I suppose we will see where this goes. But at least it was her slave who got to worship and enjoy some early evening sexual indulgence after FBF stoked Mistress's flame.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
The WC Takes Charge
Our day started with cage in the hard steel ring that serves as a "seat' for my cock cage. Mistress had the benefit of a particular solid cock for her morning fucking, but only after some persistent oral servicing.
After both Mistress and slave were satisfied, the cage was secured and the key tucked away on Mistress's dresser. It was then time to head to our second session with a tag team of therapists to help us work through our current "troubles".
As we waited in their rather spartan waiting room, I had to tease Mistress a bit.
"Should I mention that more cage time and cropping are part of our recovery therapy, Mistress."
"There's no reason to go there, slave", Mistress scolded.
"How about the whole cuckolding thing?"
"That would only distract them from the real problem here, slave..... which is your deception of me."
"Understood, Mistress. But won't they think it's weird if I squirm too much because of this cage?"
"They'll probably just think your nervous, as you should be!"
Of course, slave had no intention to raise any of those issues. And the session proceeded pretty much as the first one had.....no harm done, and hopefully a little progress in my effort to reassure Mistress of my unwavering loyalty.
After that session we were off to work. When I returned home, Mistress gave me a parole from my cage so I could finally get some exercise on my bike after too many days on the road and with nasty weather.
When I returned, there was some more worship before dinner. But Mistress had a couple of revelations:
1. She had gotten a message from her old college boyfriend (the guy who was into bondage) who is going to be in town today for a while. He wants to meet her for a little reunion. Mistress seems inclined to pencil him into her busy schedule.
"So what's going to happen there, Mistress?"
"Hmmmm..... he's married slave.....you know how I feel about that....."
"But what if long lost love sparks start flying. Could you resist?"
"I guess we'll find out, slave....."
2. Mistress had been in touch with the WC about how her slave should be punished.
"He sent me a text he said he wants you to share slave.....He says "cropping every day. And only two orgasms / week. And of course, daily in the cage....."
"I can deal with the cropping and the cage Mistress. But only twice a week? Won't you miss my cock, at least until you find a suitable replacement? "
"I suppose I would slave..... but I can just tell you not to cum, can't I?"
Gee, thanks, WC.
After both Mistress and slave were satisfied, the cage was secured and the key tucked away on Mistress's dresser. It was then time to head to our second session with a tag team of therapists to help us work through our current "troubles".
As we waited in their rather spartan waiting room, I had to tease Mistress a bit.
"Should I mention that more cage time and cropping are part of our recovery therapy, Mistress."
"There's no reason to go there, slave", Mistress scolded.
"How about the whole cuckolding thing?"
"That would only distract them from the real problem here, slave..... which is your deception of me."
"Understood, Mistress. But won't they think it's weird if I squirm too much because of this cage?"
"They'll probably just think your nervous, as you should be!"
Of course, slave had no intention to raise any of those issues. And the session proceeded pretty much as the first one had.....no harm done, and hopefully a little progress in my effort to reassure Mistress of my unwavering loyalty.
After that session we were off to work. When I returned home, Mistress gave me a parole from my cage so I could finally get some exercise on my bike after too many days on the road and with nasty weather.
When I returned, there was some more worship before dinner. But Mistress had a couple of revelations:
1. She had gotten a message from her old college boyfriend (the guy who was into bondage) who is going to be in town today for a while. He wants to meet her for a little reunion. Mistress seems inclined to pencil him into her busy schedule.
"So what's going to happen there, Mistress?"
"Hmmmm..... he's married slave.....you know how I feel about that....."
"But what if long lost love sparks start flying. Could you resist?"
"I guess we'll find out, slave....."
2. Mistress had been in touch with the WC about how her slave should be punished.
"He sent me a text he said he wants you to share slave.....He says "cropping every day. And only two orgasms / week. And of course, daily in the cage....."
"I can deal with the cropping and the cage Mistress. But only twice a week? Won't you miss my cock, at least until you find a suitable replacement? "
"I suppose I would slave..... but I can just tell you not to cum, can't I?"
Gee, thanks, WC.
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