Full Disclosure (Not).

Mistress and slave survived our appointment with our tag team therapists yesterday, but in the process almost lost the poker faces that we have been using to filter out some of the juicier aspects of our mutual "story".

In response to gentle questioning from the female therapist, Mistress conceded that she was "doing better" because her husband was doing "some things" that were demonstrating he is more focused on her,  and not on some menacing "third party". But when pressed on how my conduct has changed, Mistress had trouble being specific.....

"That's good to hear....but try to  be more specific about what Mick is doing that you appreciate so he can keep doing them?"

"Hmmm...... well ......".

After some hemming and hawing, Mistress finally came up with something lame, like I let her pick the movie we saw on Friday night.

Of course, there have been other things she could have mentioned.

"He sends me pictures via text message....."

But that would have led to a follow up:

"What sort of pictures, Molly?"

"Ohh.... pictures of his sad little cock locked up in his cage."

Or she might have mentioned the multiple orgasms Mistress enjoyed that morning as slave spent more time than usual at her command,  licking and sucking on those juicy, clean shaven folds.

Or my willing submission to that stingy riding crop she has used most days to remind me of the errors of my past ways.

After we left our session (which may be our last), we had a mutual laugh at their expense.

"Do you think they are a little suspicious about our miraculous progress, Mistress?"

"I'm not sure slave..... but I was afraid you were going to start laughing.... or talking about how sore your pathetic ass is."

I mentioned that it was odd the male therapist asked me if I was unusually "tired today".  Apparently there was something about my body language that he thought was different. I was tempted to tell him that I was slouching on their couch because my cage was pinching my tender cock and I was just trying to get more comfortable.

If we can share a chuckle over our seemingly clueless therapists, I suppose we are making progress.

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Unorthodox Therapy

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"?

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.

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.