Mistress's Endurance Test (Part I)

Yesterday Mistress had her first encounter with her new (and very much younger) lover, Jimmy. Slave was sent to work in his cage, something that had been gathering dust in my dresser these last few weeks.

""It's about time, slave", was all Mistress said as she snapped the lock closed and pocketed the little key to her "work-a-day" cock's freedom.

Jimmy was scheduled to arrive at around 11:30 am. Not long before that I saw my text app light up.

"I'm nervous".

Not surprising. First intimate encounter with a new lover. And Mistress had shared some degree of insecurity about how Jimmy, who just turned 41,  might react to her mid-50's bod. Of course, slave had reasured her.

"You're hot, Mistress.  He would not have pursued you back when you first met, and now, if he didn't think so too."

"He's only seen me with my clothes on, slave....."

"Without clothes, he'll find you even hotter."

"I hope so. slave...."

Yes. She was a little nervous.  But I suspect Jimmy was too.

After that, there was radio silence. Slave's cock twitched a tad inside his cage as I speculated about what might be underway back in our bed. As the clock ticked past 1 pm, I had to speculate that things were going well. By 2 pm, I was getting a little worried. And then Mistress rang me at my desk.

"Hi slave...."

"So how did it go?" (no small talk on my end.... I was VERY curious......)

"It was good slave...... we did it four times.  I'm tired and a little sore....."

"Four times?  Really?"

"Yep. Four times.....I'll give you a full report when you get home. In fact he wanted to know if I would tell you all the details."

"What did you say, Mistress?"

"Of course.  He thought that was very hot."

When I got home, Mistress was reclining in bed, wearing nothing more than some skimpy yellow lacy undies and a clingy black top, thumbing off a text message on her I-phone.   To Jimmy, of course.

"I'm tired, slave.....  he says he's tired too.  And  that he couldn't get enough of me....."

Slave was quickly out of my work attire, and joined Mistress in bed. And once I settled my balding head between Mistress's legs to tend to tender clean shaven folds, Mistress began filling me in some of the steamier details.  But since slave was cut off yesterday ("My parts need a rest, slave"), I am going to head back upstairs now to join Mistress in bed.

I'm sure you understand.

More details in the next few days.

Back in (Cuckold) Business

Mistress surprised her slave a week ago with some unexpected news.

"Remember Jimmy *******, slave?"

"That guy from [large local consumer products company] who came onto you a few years back?"

"Exactly".

"What about him, Mistress?"

"I'm having lunch with him next Friday...."

It was all very matter of fact. And I remembered only a little about the guy. One of those AM candidates that Mistress had considered and rejected. He had been very persistent and flirtatious via text. And a lot younger. Was that what had given Mistress second thoughts. Or was it her on again, off again relationship with Jay?  Hard to recall.

"So why now, Mistress?"

"He recontacted me a few days ago.  And since there's nothing else going on these days, I figured, what harm is there in a lunch.... he's clearly still interested. Why not hear him out?"

As Friday approached, I was waiting for news that Mistress had changed her mind. But her plans remained steady.  I was sitting at work on Friday morning, and when we talked as she headed for her "date" I asked that she give me a call afterwards to let me know how things developed.  But I was not really expecting the news she reported when she called back at around 2 pm.

"Hi Slave......"

"Hi Mistress..... so how did your lunch with Jimmy go?"

"It was good slave......better than I expected.....he's pretty engaging. Fun to talk to. And very interested in me still."

"That's no surprise, Mistress. He always was pretty persistent. So where's this headed?"

"He's coming over next Wednesday.... to our house....he was pushing for something more today, but I told him we're taking this slowly....."

"Hmmmm...... so you're attracted to him Mistress?"

"I am slave.....he's pretty hot....and  smooth. "

I got home around 4 pm.... it was a Friday after all.....to find Mistress in our bed, settling in for a late afternoon nap. She was in some tight black undies that hugged some delectable curves. I was planning on a bike ride, so left her to her nap and changed into some biking attire. When I returned, sweaty from a ride in River City's late summer heat and humidity she was stirring. Once I hopped out of the shower we had a chance to talk a little more about her lunch and unexpected plans to move forward with Jimmy.

"So what changed your mind, Mistress?"

"It's hard to remember why I blew him off a few years ago. He is attractive. And interesting. Maybe it was the age?"

"He's 41, right?"

"Right, about [my daughter's] age.....but he seems more....mature. Maybe it's his work experience. "

"Think about it....he's about the same years younger than you that you are younger than me, Mistress.....that's not so bad."

"I suppose so.  His father's actually younger than you are, slave....."

Ouch!

I got permission to worship, and Mistress wriggled out of those black panties, spreading her thighs to give me access to those clean shaven folds. As I went "on task" I couldn't help murmur some questions about Mistress's upcoming tryst to kindled our mutual blaze.

"So will he want you to suck his cock, Mistress?"

"I suspect so, slave.  Most guys like that. Why would he be any different?"

"Do you like that Mistress...."

"Ummmmm...... I do slave....."

"Do you want him Mistress?"

"Yes..... I definitely do, slave."

It wasn't long before Mistress was bucking against my avid lips. And afterward, she gave me permission to take my own pleasure from those luscious folds.

Hw many semi-retired slaves like me get a twofer on Fridays?

Still Crazy

Yes, we've been remiss with our postings these last few weeks. No trauma or disasters befell us. But after we returned to River City for the start of the school year (which sets the rhythm for Mick's workalike these days), there hasn't been much to blog about.

In particular, we have run dry when it comes to potential cuckolders. Anyone have any thoughts on a potential source of supply?

Of course, there still is (virtually) daily sex, and a little extra worship thrown in on the side.  But not much in the kink category (unless you count an occasional cropping by Mistress of her sometimes recalcitrant slave).

Fortunately, we got a long weekend off these last few days for a brief "end of summer" escape to our SW hideaway. There has been plenty of sex, music and socializing.  I even surprised Mistress with a request for some afternoon delight this afternoon, following our midday siesta.

And to prove that Mistress still remains tanned, ready and rested, the above photo provides all the confirmation you need.

We will try not to leave our shrinking group of devoted readers in the dark for this long again.

The "V-shot" Isn't Just for "Victory" Anymore

Mistress and slave have been enjoying a very laid back summer here at our SW hideaway.  There has been much sex, and naked sunbathing  too, along with daily bike rides or hiking and checking out the local music scene.

It’s been so laid back that I sort of forgot about the blog. And, in truth, we’ve not had much of the exotic to entertain you with.

“I guess I’m in between side dishes, slave…..”

It’s hard to recruit them out here in our little town on the edge of the Sangre de Christo mountains.  Sure, there are plenty of “mountain men” types that could potentially appeal to Mistress.  “But it’s a small town slave….. people will talk and that would be embarrassing.”

In addition, it’s hard to find things to put in a sex blog these days that you can’t read about in the MSM (main stream media).  Take the article in yesterday’s NY Times with the tease of a headline "The Selfie that Dares to Go There".

Remember when slave would blog about how Mistress had sent me, or maybe one of her lovers, one of those daring and jaw dropping (depending on how and where received) photos of her delectable clean shaven folds?  Or when a female dinner companion started scrolling through my I-phone photos one evening and I rudely had to snatch it back from her to make sure she did not see more of Mistress than she had bargained for?

Well according to the Times, the “V-shot” has now gone mainstream.  The Times recounts how unsolicited or “surprise” photos of private parts aren’t just for guys to send anymore. And then proceeds to lecture on what sort of angles and filters one can use to make one’s “V-shot” stand out in a crowd of crass pretenders. Here’s some advice from a lady who supposedly runs the “VSpot”, a salon in NYC where would be V-selfie senders go for Vaginal maintenance, make overs and “plumping” before deploying their favorite cameras on their privates:

“Snapchat  filters banish blemish and razor bumps,” she said, adding that when she gets really fancy she uses Photoshop. “My mother is a photographer — lights and background are everything. Sometimes filters can make the ‘v’ look shaved even if it’s been two days and you’re stubbly. You want your ‘v’ to look good, so whatever light, filter, position will make your ‘v’ look best, that’s the one you should use. I use it as a narrative, as if you’re telling a story. It’s an aspect of that, it’s not just a vagina.”

This apparently mainstream phenomenon may explains why some guys (thinking here of Mistress’s former college boy friend who she has communicated with lately) immediately begin lobbying for the “intimate” selfies as soon as the cyber correspondence gets past “remember what we used to do together in my VW van?”

I guess this sex blog, one that has traditionally been “R-rated”,  is now as  “cutting edge” as “Adam-12” re-runs, the Penthouse letters section, or Mad Magazine.