Mistress's "Punishment"

 Mistress and her Cuckold / Slave  got back to our SW Hideaway yesterday at mid-day.  While it was nice to host our youngest for 10 days, we were more than ready to get back to "normal" life, including the right to engage in our sexual rituals without fear of embarrassing ourselves or our little darling. 

As we drove home, Mistress received a text from the Boss directing her to post her personal reflections on the events of Monday afternoon, including her "punishment".  But Mistress (believe it or not) is a little gun-shy about exposing her personal feelings on the blog.  That's why it's always fallen to her Slave to "tell the story".  So, risking her further discipline from the Boss, it's fallen to me to fill in the blanks, after fully interrogating Mistress at the point of my tongue.  Consider this an "oral history" that was surrendered in our drive home with some details filled in during the throes of oral ministrations  on Tuesday morning and afternoon.  Mistress was still cloaked in her peek-aboo tights!

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Where we left off....

Mistress and the Boss disappeared into the recesses of  the darkened parking garage, heading toward his black SUV.  Slave slid into the driver's seat to wait.  About 15 minutes later the passenger side door opened, Mistress climbed aboard with the Boss looking over her shoulder at me....."Have a safe ride home, Cuckold".  He then leaned in and gave Mistress what was a lingering kiss on her generous lips, one that she returned with a little embarrassed enthusiasm.  After all, she's not used to kissing another guy in my presence.

She buckled up, the Boss waved goodbye, and we headed out of the garage.  In my mind there were two issues: what happened?  and where was that fucking key?

Over the next 24 hours, and with a little badgering from me, Mistress "came clean" about her private conference with the Boss.  Here's the download:

"So what happened Mistress....?"

"First, he spanked me, Slave...."

In his car?"

"In the backseat....."

"Over his lap?"

Yes.....he pulled me over his lap, held me down and pulled up my dress...."

"Through your tights?"

"That's right.....and it actually HURT, Slave.   He was mad I was laughing at first. But...

"So hard he stopped you laughing?"

"Yes......"

"Is your bottom still sore?"

"No.....it's OK now.  But he made his point."

"Did that turn you on.... the spanking?"

".......it was hot. He didn't hold back.  I was squiriming in his lap, but he said he could smell my arousal....  With those tights on, he could just reach in there between his spanks.  So he knew I was turned on and horny."

"What happened after that?"

"He pinched my nipples....making me squirm some more...."

"Through your dress?"

"Yes, Slave.... through my dress.  That hurt too, but not too much...."

"And then?"

"He fingered me....made me come....made me ask permission to come...."

'Awww.....poor Mistress....."

"He also says I can't cum again until tomorrow morning...."

"And you agreed to that sort of control?"

"I did Slave.....he can be VERY persuasive....."

Having gone through Mistress's experience, I had to ask my next question...."

"What about the Key, Mistress.... did he give it back?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out in due time, Slave......Now why not pay attention to your driving....."

To Be Continued.....

Powers of Persuasion

 Mistress and her Cuckold came to grounds last night about an hour south of the Mile High City. We had decided the long road trip to and from DIA was a little too much to bite off in one night.  I'm typing this from the "common area" of our semi-hipster motel, waiting for the coffee to be brewed .  Mistress, as is her want, is sleeping in.  But I thought I would share first impressions of our "come to Jesus" (or was it Aphrodite?) meeting with our new wannabe Boss.

But let's back up a moment. 

Yesterday morning, as our daughter packed her bags and we had finished with the mornings wake-up sex in Mistress's chambers,  she began her "get ready for the road" preparations.  Typically that might involve some jeans, cowboy boots and a black T-shirt.  But I soon could tell that Mistress was marching to a notably different drummer.

As I entered the bedroom to grab our overnight bag, I found her skillfully applying make-up , wearing those hot ebony peek-aboo tights and a sexy black bra to match. She was clearly dressing to impress, and not for her Slave or our daughter.

"Whoa....so you're following the Boss's fashion requirements, Mistress?"

Why not, Slave.....wouldn't want to disappoint him."

"God forbid...."

"And don't you have something special to wear too?"

"You mean?"

"That's right Slave.....the cage.....it's been a while and we might as well get with the program if only to amuse our former Western Correspondent."

"Ummmm..... I thought we were just kidding about that."

"Think of it as a little diversion for an otherwise boring day in the car."

So we were doing this?  Moving from just joking around with our former WC to actually taking orders from him as our new Boss? I suppose I had no standing to object. But it was becoming increasingly clear that Mistress's long dormant flirtation with our former WC was heating back up again.  Like one of those volcanoes that suddenly pops its cork centuries after burying a local village or two?  ( Oops.  I should avoid pretentious  metaphors.... this is just a sex blog, not Ulysses.) 

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's a good slave."

So I dug into the recesses of my underwear drawer, unearthed one of my several aging cages - hoping it was the one that did not pinch too painfully. I found a compatible tiny lock and its key. Then I squeezed and cajoled my "junk" into the hard metal confines for the first time in about 18 months or so.  Not so amazingly, it still fit.  At my cage, those parts don't grow from year to year. Drat. 

Our caging ritual involves me inserting the lock,  then presenting myself to Mistress for her to snap it shut.  Doing her part, she seemed to enjoy my return to chastity.

"You're always  much less uppity,  Slave....."

Mistress then made a little show of secreting the key in a compartment of her purse.

It was a long, squirmy drive.  With me behind the wheel and Mistress beside me, I was treated to a distracting view of her long, shapely, tights clad legs, which I pawed from time to time.  The thought of that strategic opening, so tantalizingly close,  induced the occasional  twitch from her work-a-day cock as it strained against its steel confines.  Of course, with our daughter in the back seat, we remained mute and discrete through the 4 hour journey.

After tearful goodbye hugs at the airport,  we headed to our rendezvous with our new Boss, at the same restaurant  where we had gotten together about 10 days earlier.

He had a full agenda, with notes on prospective editorial policy, ideas on how to expand our readership and "go viral", and that also involved the recruitment and acquisition of additional couples for him to dominate! (He's talking about you, Strict Julie!).  He wants to collaborate on a book about a dominated couple with a charismatic and well endowed Bull pulling their strings. Sound familiar? 

 "Smut sells" he pronounced.  Hard to disagree.  

But ultimately, things got more . . . intimate.

Looking at Mistress....."Well Slut, did you wear what I required?"

"Ummmm.....I did.....", she admitted, with a demure blush.

"Excellent. No more demerits today. " 

 The Boss reached into a bag at his side and handed her a special gift.  A red insertable vibrator. (illustrations to come).

"It's got a remote control. I'd tell you to go to the ladies and put it in now, but I forgot to charge it up.  So await further orders on that....."

Mistress, handled her new toy gingerly,  apparently intrigued. 

"And what about the Cuckold... did you put him in his cage?"

Now I'm blushing.  

"I did."

"And did you bring the key?"

"I wasn't going to leave it at home....what if there was an emergency?"

"I think he can handle 24 hours caged..... let me see it."

Mistress fished around in her purse. A little longer than I would expect. Did she actually forget it?  Or lose it along the way?

"Ahhh..... here it is."

She brandished the little silver key. 

The Boss held out a meaty paw.

Gulp.  

Mistress hesitated a bit.  Then handed it to him.  He inspected, then closed his fist around it.  

"Think I'll hold onto this for a while."

Gulp.  

Twitch. 

The disturbing but tantalizing scenario for any caged cuckold had just come to pass.

We sat there, me on mute, caged cock on alert, as we finished up our snacks and beverages.  We had planned to hit the road at around 5:00 or so, and that time was fast approaching.

Where was this heading?

The Boss broke the ice.  Looking at Mistress....

"Well slut, I think it's time for that spanking you earned by defying my no orgasm order last week."

She looked around the relatively deserted dining room. 

"Here?"

"No you silly slut.  In my car. Let's go....."

Were we now really doing THIS?  

The tab settled, we rose from our booth. The Boss took Mistress's hand. As I trailed behind we headed across the street to a covered parking garage where we had both parked. The Boss pointed to a black SUV in a far corner.

"I guess I'll just wait in our car?",  I asked, indicating a silver wagon to the right.

"Good idea, Cuck....this may take awhile....."

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.....

 

A "Stable" For Our New Boss?

 Mistress and her Cuckold/Slave are hitting the road today, on a road trip to deposit our visiting daughter  back at the airport.  Once she's safely out of town, there will have to be further discussion about how to handle our new Boss's somewhat mercurial and arbitrary management style.  Here are some of the editorial notes he gave us following yesterday's post:

Very clever writing cuckold:)
The Boss is pleased 

Well that's nice.  Positive feedback!  The equivalent of "good boy!"  Thanks, Boss.

But then his tone quickly shifts: 

            WTF?

Suck it up cupcake 
6 hours in your cage is too much?
Consider yourself’s lucky 
Would you two prefer sitting on large butt plugs all the way to my fine city?
Well that’s exactly what you’re going to do on the way home
Nota bene:
Cuckold make sure to bring two butt plugs with you
Make ‘em big ones 

Yikes.  That's a lot of squirming in store.  Fortunately, the UCTMW supply closet is fresh out of big butt plugs.  Our purchasing manager informs me they've been on back order for months.  Supply chain issues apparently. 

After imposing such cruel and arbitrary punishment, the Boss then informs his underlings that he has the sort of ambition that could leave both of us kicked to the curb:

 

Now cuckold and slut
This company values competition 
Steel sharpens steel 
I have taken the otherwise offensive 
Full a shit Republican bullshit Jack Welsh’s council on this
Top 20 percent up
Bottom 20 out
I’m a greedy Boss
I want it all
So I’m informing you that you have competition 
Strict Julie and her sissy’s are going to be joining my stable
This is what they desire 
What turns them on 
Severe punishment of men and women is what makes the boss’s dick hard
Then the boss gets all hot and bothered and sticks his large member in sluts and sissy’s holes
Do I make my self clear?
Note to any other submissive couples out there:
If you would like to apply to be in my stable send a polite request to the cuckold 
Nota bene:
Cuckold you better be very polite and helpful to them
Nota bene:
Strict Julie have your sissy send a polite request to the cuckold to join my stable 

 

So it seems we can now anticipate additional couples being added to the Boss's "stable"?  We may need to add some staff to the UCTMW HR department to handle all this intake. Who's going to do all the background checks? 

Finally, Mistress got some additional fashion directions from the Boss:

Slut wear one of your crotch less tights to Denver 
I’m going to get you to squirt all over on of Teds booth seats
Readers can you believe that the slut used to wear crotch less panties to work?
She claimed that it was because she could go to the bathroom easier 
The real reason she wore them was so she could go to the ladies room and rub herself off
Go ahead and blush slut
You’re so cute when you blush:)

Now there's an edict  I can finally get on board with.  I love it when Mistress wears those peek-aboo tights!   But it's always interesting to find something kinky that Mistress had shared with the WC, now Boss, back in their phone sex days.  I can imagine her slipping off to the loo to take care of her needs following some messaging with him.  So apparently those tights were not just for MY amusement?

What About the Key?

 Our daughter's visit is winding down.  Tomorrow we head to the Mile High City to send her off on her plane across the pond. It's been good to have her, but it does cramp our style a bit.  Morning sex and afternoon worship require a little more restraint (no, not ropes or leather!) and a closed door.  Hopefully the buzz of Mistress's power tool this AM will not be too obvious!

We have tentative plans to meet up with the Boss tomorrow afternoon after airport drop off.  Hopefully it will give him and Mistress a chance to resolve any lingering ambiguity  about "editorial policy" for the UCTMW reboot, including who gives the orders to her Slave on important matters such as punctuation, illustrations (X or R?) and cage time.  The lines of authority need to be cleared up, don't they?

One of our readers, "Strict Julie" has some firmly held convictions of her own on the subject, as shown by a recent comment made after our post describing Mistress's refusal to accept the Boss's "No orgasms on V-Day" edict:

Extreme bratting! The slut getting herself pleasured without your say-so and against your orders? The cuckold "unsure" of whom he should obey? They both need a lesson. A very long, very hard, lesson. Both the cuckold and the slut need to be taught who wears the pants in this threesome. I would suggest a good hard belt whipping for them both. Then a good hard fucking in both their disobedient assholes.

Ouch.  Hasn't she ever heard of "progressive discipline"?  That was just a first offense!

In the meantime, the Boss left a comment on how those new purchases he requisitioned from the UCTMW acquisition department are supposed to be utilized:

Nota bene:
Cuckold let me clear up the reasons for these first purchases 
The double dinged dildo harness is unisex 
The dildos are removable 
For some examples:
Molly can insert 2 or one to peg you
You can insert one and fuck Molly in my stead
Molly will really like it
It’s much bigger than you:)
While not having to remove your cage
What a bonus for you!
Molly could insert 2 and go skiing 
How much fun would that be Molly!
Why you’d really enjoy that while on orgasm restrictions 
Point being it’s unisex:)
Molly get the sorority paddle 
Vola!
Now it’s unisex too!
Don’t worry your pretty little head if they don’t arrive in from Amazon Prime before your upcoming trip to my dusty old cow town…
I have plenty of my own:)
I look forward to visiting with you to next week here in the mile hi city!

As for me, I'm not so sure I am looking forward to the upcoming drive.  the Boss had directed that I "come caged".  But since I usually take orders from Mistress on such matters I raised the subject with her:

"So what do you think Mistress.  Should I wear the cage Monday?  "

"I've been considering that Slave.....on the one hand, it could get uncomfortable for you.....it's a long drive.  Then again, you never want to get off on the wrong foot with a new boss.  It might be a sign you want to be a team player!"

'What about the key?"

"Oh, I'd keep it in my purse, just in case of emergencies."

"But what if he wants it?"

"Hmmm..... why would he want the key?"

I guess the jury is still deliberating on this unresolved issue. 

Stay tuned.