Ask Mick: What's the Policy on "Self-Abuse" at UCTMW World HQ.?

Earlier this week, one of our legions (actually dozens) of current readers asked an important and timely question about  corporate policy at the UCTMW World HQ: Does Mistress allow her devoted and pampered house slave to masturbate?  

Please keep in mind that for the most part this is a hypothetical question. We are rarely apart and have sex almost every day, typically in the morning. What's better than wake-up sex? The exception might be a morning when we are getting up and out extra early to go on a long hike, or a drive to the airport. At my age, one cum a day is more than my reproductive system demands or needs. With that level of frequency, who needs to masturbate? (Other than our long since retired Western Correspondent, who used to buy lubricant in 20 gallon vats). 

But the question comes at an atypical time.  Mistress is off with an old friend for two nights at a nearby hot springs spa. Slave is home alone,  tending to the cat. It's now been nearly 48 hours since we last had our normal wake up sex! That' my longest dry spell in years! 

In the past, Mistress might have ordered me to wear a cock cage during any period when we are apart, particularly if I was going out, as I did last night, attending a local concert. At the very least, she would have reminded me that her policy was "no touching. Slave". So, cage-less and unrestrained,  feeling unusually liberated this week. In theory, I have license!

And yet..... maybe it's my age,  or a sense that a little frustration might make our reunion sex this evening  all the more thrilling, but so far I have exercised a little self discipline. 

Who da thunk! 

 

Mistress Gets 2 Days at the Hot Springs

Mistress and a friend are spending two days (and nights)  this week at a nearby Hot Springs / Spa with an old high school classmate.  It's really just a short drive from here, but in an exotic SW setting.  Nice restaurant. Cozy Bar. Plenty of sunshine. Lots of guys with bodies covered in exotic tatoos.

Last year she went there with her mom and sister. I recall her telling me that she got up early one morning to go swimming and ending up being chatted up by a hunky younger guy, only to be interrupted by her impatient family members, who were anxious to go to breakfast. 

"It might have gone somewhere if they hadn't been so rude, Slave."

So back here at home, minding our cat, I can't help but speculate about whether she might end up flirting with one of those guys hanging around the hot tubs this week.  

Somehow, I don't think her friend would be too judgmental. What' the point of a hall pass if you don't get to use it every now and then. 


 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Cut Off by the Bull?

 

None of Mistress's lovers over the years  seemed to mind that she and her Cuck continued to have a robust sex life, regardless of her activities with her various "side-dishes". Indeed, her extracurricular sex life seem to pour a powerful accelerant onto our own sexual activities. 

Why didn't any of her "bulls" ever try to crack down on us? My guess is they were not really bulls.  Just nice guys who figured they were lucky to have their occasional chance to "get lucky" with a hot babe who's husband seemed crazy enough to grant her a hall pass.  I suppose some real "Bulls" out there might have been a tad more controlling.  

Or are guys like that really creations of cuckold fantasies, not actually found in the wild?  Thoughts....

Stick to Sex, Mick!

 With all the crazy, divisive and depressing   shit going down in the world of politics these days,  kinky blogs like this one should probably remain a politics free zone where  reds and blues can find steamy  common ground. 

Of course, in MAGA world the notion of willful cuckolding and male chastity as  lifestyle choices is, no doubt, considered un-American! But that doesn't mean the likes of  Eric Trump and Tucker Carlson don't have a cock cage  shoved to the back of their sock drawers. So I would not be surprised if more than a few Trump supporters have read this blog from time to time.

Hope I am not too deeply offending them by posting the above photo of the new GOP VP candidate, a guy who claims to have grown up in humble circumstances not far from our Midwestern hometown, went onto get a couple of Ivy League degrees, make lots of venture capitol cash in sinful San Francisco and now lives in a mansion only blocks from where we lived for many years before bailing out to our SW hideaway.  He's clearly going for  phallic symbolism in brandishing the type of gun used just a few days ago to take a pot shot at his new running mate.

I'm sure he likes the thought that a lot of MAGA babes out there were wondering if what he packed in those tight jeans somehow mirrored the length and rigidity of that macho assault rifle he brandished.  My own suspicion is that guys who need to flash long guns typically come up short in their own hardware. 

No doubt  MAGA world was supposed to be so impressed by this contrived image of hyper-masculinity that it would forget he is just another one of those overeducated elitists rolling in dollars that they might otherwise despise. 

I wonder if in reality JD's lovely wife actually has a little key on a necklace around her neck that may or may not unlock a tiny pink cock cage as he barn storms the country in the days to come? 

In this photo, maybe she's explaining that she won't be back to their convention hotel suite until early morning because she'll be getting together with a certain someone with a much larger cock. "Don't wait up cucky"!