Frozen Butt Plug?

We've had a very long and chilling February here in River City.

And with the google crack-down still ambiguously threatening, I am reluctant to persuade Mistress to pose for any provocative photos that might catch the attention of the censorship algorhythmns. So I guess I am stuck with icy imagery.

I wonder if they have a cock cage big enough to fit this guy?

The odd thing is that while Google is getting all prudish, the so called main stream media has gotten all kinky.

Of course there is the whole 50 Shades phenomenon, with all those matron and co-eds flocking to the cinema for whips, blindfolds and soft-core BDSM.  I was thinking it was time for a little Femdom to balance things out when what pops up on the Hulu trailers is a new movie called My Mistress. The teaser suggests a tale involving the curious boy from next door stumbling upon a pro-Domme who turns him into her pool boy.... and so much more.

Sadly, I never had randy neighbor ladies like that back when I was trying to earn a little spending money to buy the latest Beatle album back in the 60's.

I also recently noticed an episode of the Comedy Channel series "Broad City", entitled To Peg or Not to Peg. The short clip I've linked shows what happens when one of the goofy heroines asks her date, mud-hijinks,  if he'd like to reverse positions, and he pulls out a strap-on for her  to deploy.

Considering these deviations from more conventional media sources, I suspect western civilization will survive if I post a few more photos of Mistress's pleasing naughty bits, don't you?

New Home Under Construction

Mistress was grousing a bit yesterday about her now weeks long absence of extracurricular nooky.

"This whole cuckold thing can get a little annoying slave....these extra guys all have their own sets of issues to deal with...."

It's true, whether it's cat allergies, nosy girlfriends, kids at home, or unreliable babysitters, it seems that the cuckold ideal - the dominant guy who is always ready with a hard cock, buff body and unique sexual stylings - is hard to replicate in real life. Maybe we need to recruit a side - side dish?

It's at moments like those that slaves have to rise to the occasion. It helped last evening after work that Mistress disclosed she had worn her peek-a-boo tights thru her busy work day. It made things very convenient when it came time to put my lips and tongue to their highest and best use.

In the meantime, slave was busy exploring options in case the Google axe falls on UCTMW. I was able to quickly set up a shadow blog at Wordpress. It's a lot uglier than our current digs, but I suppose it can be spruced up and decorated to meet our readers discerning standards.

One other option I noticed is that I can buy the "Under Contract" domain from google for the grand total of $12. I think I can squeeze that out of our miserly corporate controller. But here's the question: if UCTMW went to its own google sold domain, would that spare us the google censorship axe?

I hate redecorating.

Mistress Can't Catch a Break

Poor Mistress.

She was all primped up.

Her clean shaven folds freshly tended.

Slave was all caged up for the day.

When she called before heading over to her Lover's house for a "nooner" she even reminded me of my status, as she typically does.

How's the cage, Slave?"

"Tight, Mistress...."

But at least a relative heat wave here (up into the 20's.... woo hoo....). NO need for the "peter heaters" that Fury was recommending, at least not until the weekend.

But as I was eating lunch, asking the maitre de to move my table so I would not have to sit next to our insufferable, diminutive Mayor, I got a text from Mistress....

"At Jay's, Slave.  But no sex. will fill you in later....."

I was certainly crestfallen on her behalf, despite my caged status.

Later she filled me in on the sad details.

"Jay has some guys replacing his furnace.... they said they were going to be working outside today.... but it turned out they were in and out all lunch time....it was a real cluster fuck....."

Poor Mistress. All dressed up (or ready to undress) and no one to fuck!

"We had some lunch, talked a bit, but the guys never finished before I had to leave...."

"I guess it was still a little too cold for some snow drift nookie, Mistress?"

She gave me a frustrated snort.

Of course, back in the UCTMW Executive Suite, I  did my best to replace with avid lips and tongue what Mistress had been anticipating. Sadly..... sometimes "home cooking" comfort food cannot make do when you have your heart is set on something a little spicier and more robust.

"So how did you leave it with Jay, Mistress?"

"Maybe next week, Slave....."

Slave Caged While Mistress "Lunches" With Her Lover

Mistress let me know yesterday that she's finally been able to coordinate her schedule with her lover Jay. After a few weeks of out of town travel, and a frustrating week of school closings here in the frozen heartland, the stars have aligned. Mistress will be joining Jay for some lunch and other "amenities" at his home out in the 'burbs at noon today.

"And I think that means it's a good day for you to dust off that cage, slave...."

I suppose it is. Slave has been a bit of  a cage slacker these last few weeks. And certainly the cold temperatures have not made me too efficient about asking Mistress whether I should wear it in the morning.

Yesterday, as an example, it was minus 11 when I wandered out onto the tundra to warm up my car for the ride downtown. I don't even want to think about how quickly that metal would have chilled down to an uncomfortable level. Would my tender parts have stuck to the steel cage like a tongue to a proverbial flag pole in those temperatures?..... yikes!

So it's fortunate that today it may actually get up into the 20's. There shouldn't be too much risk of permanent damage to my work-a-day cock as long as I don't walk too far to lunch, right?

Regardless, I think Mistress has been missing time with Jay. Although I've done my best to fill in these last few weeks, an hour or so of hard core fucking is surely a good remedy after two weeks of chilling snow and cold here in River City.

Hopefully she'll let me soothe those well exercised folds with my devoted tongue when we get home this evening.