Cuckold Meme of the Week

Looking for (kinky) America....

Mistress and slave are on the road, passing through the flatlands of Kansas, on the way to our SW hideaway. Our daily wake up sex came in the pre-dawn hours.

Last night we came to ground in Abilene, home of Dwight Eisenbower, in  a classic "no tell Motel", reserved via Travelocity. The friendly clerk handed me a key without even asking for an ID or credit card.  My guess is cash would have worked too.

Later we went to dinner at a joint we had been introduced to by a local policeman on a prior trip,  Mr. K's Farmhouse,  had been a favorite of the former President, the type of straight shooter who might have had an affair with his WWII WAC driver, but would never have paid off a porn-star or bragged about "grabbing her by the pussy".

One feature of this place is the collection of paddles.  Tradition is that when you come to celebrate your birthday, your waitress will give you at least one stroke after the staff sings you "happy birthday". We actually saw this little ritual, involving a pre-teen boy who collected a few strokes.

So I had to ask our charming 20's something waitress sporting an "I Like Ike" button,  "So if I told you it was my wife's birthday, you'd give her a swat?"

"Sure.  But only if she said it was OK."

Mistress blushed at the thought.

I guess I was fortunate that she didn't remember that we had just celebrated my birthday.

Cuckold Meme of the Week

Happy Birthday from the Dowager Domme!

Over the years, we've made some joking references to Mistress's Mother, the "
Dowager Domme".  She's known here for her kinky shoe collection and severe dressing style, which are evocative of a "she who must be obeyed" self-image. The DD is now past 80, and still working full time.  She can also drive Mistress a little batty, because, as many controlling mother's can do, she knows all the bad buttons to push.

So I had some trepidations when Mistress called me on her way home from his weekly Saturday lunch with the DD.

"Slave, you won't believe the birthday present my mother gave me to give you! "

"Really?"

The DD doesn't usually give her seemingly useless son-in-law  a birthday gift.

Soon Mistress was home, brandishing the DD's birthday gift.  It's a braided leather lasso, no doubt some sort of antique from an exotic journey, that I had seen hanging on the wall of her den (along with some penis gourds of various impressive dimensions, that she had persuaded some New Guinea natives to sell her).

"She said she saw you admiring it when we were over for dinner a few weeks ago.....She figured it would make a great gift...."

I wonder how we can put this to something more than a decorative use?