Sheltering In Place

We hope all of our readers (those of you still paying attention to sex blogs!) are taking the sorts of precautions recommended to keep you and your families safe.  We probably have not been perfect, but are doing our best!

With slave's job on hiatus for at least the next three weeks - and maybe longer - we loaded up an aging Volvo and headed West, coming to ground yesterday afternoon at our SW hideaway.  The drive had a surreal quality - all that "breaking news" on the CNN feed we monitored describing increasingly draconian efforts to close normally open societies. And yet..... when we chatted up or overheard the conversations of locals along the way in Illinois, Kansas and Colorado, we got the definite impression that most folks are still buying the "no biggie",  just a politically motivated "hoax" version of reality they've heard on a certain cable news network.

Out here in the southwest, social distancing should not be a problem.  There's plenty of elbow room. But last night we did go to a (premature" end of the ski season celebration at a Rathskeller up on the mountain to hear our favorite local troubadour.  and before you scold: the crowd was definitely under 50.

We were observing the "no shake / no hug" protocol.  But others, not so much.  In fact, at one point when Mistress went to the ladies, slave was actually approached by a rather hot blonde of a certain age who invited me to join her on the dance floor.  Of course, I deferred, despite her insistence. I did not use the "social distance" excuse. Just said, "No thanks.  I'm good" with a smile.  No slave worth his salt would have dared take to the dance floor without his Mistress's permission!

Of course, I immediately explained to Mistress what happened when she returned.  And she was definitely amused.

"I wouldn't have mined, slave", she assured.

Right. I could just imagine her reaction if she had returned to discover me out on the floor, wiggling with the blonde, less than 6 feet away.  What would Dr. Fauci say?  It would have been a recipe for a very sore bottom and some cage time.

But the good news is that after a 6 week sexual hiatus, due to Mistress's surgery, we are "good to go" these days, with full sexual privileges restored!

At least we have that to soften the blow of no spring skiing and our self-quarantine.

Happy Valentine's Day from Molly and mick

Here in River City we are hunkered down in the typical cold, damp and dreary weather typical of a midwestern winter in the global warming era.  Still no meaningful snow here.  And to make it worse they've already had about 3 feet of snow in February at our favorite SW hideaway ski valley.  Ouch!
We are missing some nice powder.

The good news is that Mistress is slowly recovering from her surgery, walking each day to build her strength.  The full blown sex embargo remains in effect for another 3 weeks or so, but we have continued with some hot and fantasy inducing morning "activities".  First, a little cum inducing oral worship. Then some oral attention to slave's work-a-day cock. At that point, Mistress encourages her slave to bring himself off as she watches, fondling a bit, grinding against me a bit.

"But remember to ask for permission, slave....."

"Of course, Mistress...."

This morning the routine was enhanced by a new nightie Mistress was gifted for V-Day.  Smooth, sexy and very feminine.

And a little smutty talk too.

"What if one of your lovers, and not your MD imposed this embargo, Mistress?"

"That would be hot, slave...."

"What if he demanded that only his cock had the privilege to  fuck you?"

"Mmmmm..... that would be pretty demanding; slave?"

"Would you follow his orders, Mistress.  Would you limit me to this sort of release?"

"I might, slave.  It would depend on how good he was, wouldn't it?"

"But at least I would still get to come, Mistress."

"Yes, consider yourself lucky.  What if he had you caged and made me give him the key?  That might get your attention....."

It was about then that I asked for permission.

Fortunately, Mistress was in an indulgent mood.

Back in (Sort of) Action

Mistress is still recovering from some surgery done about 2 weeks ago.  Her MD put her on an intercourse embargo for 6 weeks....so 4 more weeks to go before she is "good to go".  But on Sunday we tried an experiment.

Two weeks without any sexual interaction (or release) was definitely stressful here at the UCTMW World HQ.  Would it still work?  What if we forgot how to do it?  And the lack of our normal intimacy probably was making us both a little testy. And certainly horny. So we were going to start our slowly with some non-fucking play.

As I pulled back the covers to expose her clean shaven folds, it was with some trepidation.

"Let me know if I should stop, Mistress.....we need to be careful...."

""I'll let you know, slave...."

I began to caress her with my tongue very, very gently.  She held her breath at first, then relaxed into my oral caress.  Within a moment or two, her hips began to undulate with my slow, gentle lapping of those creamy folds.

"Do I taste the same, slave?"

"You do, Mistress....heavenly."

Cutting to the chase, Mistress came enthusiastically, but with a certain restraint designed to avoid too vigorous a convulsion.

Then it was my turn.

"You don't have to Mistress if it makes you uncomfortable....."

"Oh Slave, you deserve a break from abstinence too....."

She started with her mouth, then with her hands.  At some point I lent a hand myself. And while it probably was harder work for both of us than our normal wake-up sex, it got me there in a way that was intense and very, very satisfying after nearly a two week dry spell, which was probably the longest of our 30 years or so together.

We were able to replicate all of that, yesterday morning. If anything, it seemed even hotter as we developed a more unrestrained and relaxed routine of mutual masturbation.

And there was a bit of fantasy attached with a cuckold theme that seemed to fuel both of our fires.

"What if your lover told us this was the way it had to be, Mistress?"

"MMMM..... that would be hard, slave... you mean.....

"What if he said your cunt was only for him.... off limits to my inferior cock?"

"That is a hot thought, slave.....poor you....."

But then we both came with a certain desperate fury.

It's nice to be on the road to recovery!

Sustained Abstinence at the UCTMW World HQ

Mistress and slave are in a very and atypical dry spell.

After years of nearly daily sex (unless someone was out of town), we are in a mutual abstinence mode because Mistress had a medical procedure.

"The Doctor says no sex for six weeks, slave."

Yikes.

We are now on the cusp of week two or our painfully long sexual desert.

That's right, no orgasms for either one of us for 13 days and counting.

We used to have a weekly "abstinence day", for slave but we gave up on that years ago.

When Mistress travels for more than a couple of days, she typically gives me permission to engage in "self abuse".

"I don't want you to be tempted to take that cock elsewhere, slave....", she has said, and she's kind enough to not keep me in an uncomfortable cage for an extended number of days.

She is a kind and indulgent Mistress after all.

But we are off into a new frontier now.

Every night we are aligned side by side in bed, her lovely body pressed against mine.  So tempting, yet out of bounds.

And when we share a shower, I can slide my paws off her firm breasts and ripe buns.  But can't take it any farther.  Yesterday in the shower she playfully teased my cock, which began to firm up for her in seconds after a few gentle squeezes.  Ugh.

Mistress has offered to indulge me if I want.  But I feel a little guilty taking her up on her offer.  After all, if she can't cum, then why should her slave have all the fun?  Or any fun.  Shouldn't I be sharing her pain?

This morning we are planning an experiment.  I will see if I can safely worship with my lips and tongue, without causing her any pain.  It could be dicey. And she may have to "call off the dogs" before I can deliver what she certainly deserves.

But if I can't, should I allow her to pleasure me?  Or would a good slave put his Mistress's pleasure before his own, and voluntarily continue to abstain until her MD waves the "gentlemen start your engines" flag?