A Domme-ey Launch To Our Holiday Weekend

A Memorial Day weekend in our empty nest here in River City seems a rare but enjoyable opportunity for some laid back time together. More typically, we've been away for this weekend, or kids and family activities have gummed up the works. But not this year....

Friday night was the annual opening night "adults only" pot luck dinner at our local swim club. And although ours is really an urban neighborhood, there is something about all those middle aged or older white folks walking in with their plates of summer salads, or store bought buckets of soggy fried chicken that screams suburbs in the 60's. We enjoyed spending time with another couple about Mistress's age, drinking wine and sharing summer plans.

Saturday morning arose, and we pushed away the mental fog of a little too much vino at poolside for some rather feisty wake-up sex.  Mistress was in the mood for some cock riding after I started things off with some devotion from my needy lips and tongue. And who was I to deny her?  I confess I enjoy the passive role I play when she rides my cock to a cum or too. If she wants to do the work, who am I to complain?

We then went our separate ways for a while. I spent time indulging by cute grandsons. She had lunch with the Dowager Domme. I wanted to take a photo of the kinky boots she arrived in (some strange combination of open toes and leather cuffs at the ankles) but I had no good excuse to fumble for my camera as she read a magazine on our living room couch waiting for Mistress to primp a little before they walked up the block.

With family duties over by around 1:30, Mistress insisted on a trip back to the pool, where she swam some laps and slave read the paper. We sunned ourselves for a while, before heading home for a late afternoon nap, with plans to walk up the street to a movie around 7:30 pm.

We woke with some time for a 2nd round of love making, and Mistress was in no mood for vanilla.

"Get my supplies, slave....."

Of course, she meant her strap-on and harness, which I scrambled to assemble.

"And the riding crop too....."

Oops.  She was in a Domme-ish mood.

It took me a while to find the crop, which somehow had worked it's way to the back of the closet. But I knew if it could not be found, Mistress had other implements at hand. Some fresh bamboo from our garden? or maybe that wicked wooden back scratcher.  At least the crop has a bit of give in it.

At her command, I assumed "the position" on our bed.  And Mistress began to not so gently lay into my aging butt.

"I think you're encouraging some of those women who flirt with you slave....."

She seemed to be referencing that lady at the political event Monday night.   I knew there would be no point in arguing on my own defense when she had a crop on her hand.

"Owww......"

"Stop squirming slave.... you'll only earn yourself more...."

Fortunately, it seemed my "flirting" had only earned me 10 or so firm swipes of the crop. No doubt my ass was red, but the paid receded soon enough. She left me in my indignity to go feed the cats. But Mistress had other plans for me, and when her task was complete, she slid on her leather harness with its firm, protruding accessory.

"You know what to do, Slave....."

I rolled back over, a pillow under my pelvis, and soon she was pressing into me.

It seemed like she took longer than usual, pumping into her complaint slave with increasing gusto, until she spent herself with a rather impressive cum, maybe her 4th of the day? But who's counting.

And fortunately for me, she was not so spent as to deny her slave the chance to for a a 2nd round of sexual release of the day.

So while she was firm yesterday afternoon, no one could argue that she wasn't fair.

Threesome Part Deaux

I believe Mistress and I were on the same page when it came to our discussion of a hypothetical threesome. It was in the context of her instructing me to ask permission if another woman ever caught my eye (or some other less discerning body part).  So when I said I was not interested in spending time with another woman, but that a threesome might be fun, I was clearly referring to a 2 babes / 1 guy dynamic, and probably of the traditional sort - Where the guy gets to mess around with two babes who just can't get enough. I think Mistress understood exactly what I was talking about.


Of course,  the opportunity to get some R & R and watch while the wife and another woman go  at it has it's appeal too, particularly if one of them is taking charge....

But then Diane chimed in and suggested that the only way Mistress should allow her slave to get involved in a three way is when his cock is safely caged away, the way she Paul, and Terri roll. Sadly, none of Mistress's male lovers have ever wanted me to witness their sexual shenanigans with my wife.  The closest I have come has been spending the night in an adjoining bedroom, or watching some relatively chaste kissing before they adjourn to the bedroom.

But I suppose there's hope that Mistress will find a lover more willing to embrace the cuckold element of this sort of arrangement. And a three way with Mistress and another woman could certainly involve restrictions on my own release, whether caged or not.

There's the pegging approach:


Or the blindfold and plug treatment:


Or the old trusty face ride while riding the strap on approach:



But I have to say I am still partial to something more conventional, at this the first time around:

Threesome?

On Monday night, Mistress and slave attended a political fundraising event downtown, mentioned here on Wednesday morning.  That was the evening that tall black gentleman gave Mistress a gratuitous hug and complement about her "sexy" demeanor.

But on another front, Mistress got to talk in person to a woman about her own age that has been involved in local politics for a while, and that slave had lunch with a few weeks back. Our lunch involved comparing notes on some local political machinations, as well as the ongoing Hillary v. Bernie wars that have been raging on social media.

When we got home, Mistress gave me that raised eyebrow look.

"I think she has an eye on you, slave...."

Mistress does have a proclivity to suspect that some of slave's female acquaintances have ulterior motivations. I tend to scoff.

"I doubt it Mistress.  What sensible woman would be interested in this mouldering specimen?"

"Don't be so sure, slave..... you're still quite handsome. and very clever. women like that...."

Slave snorted. Maybe a decade or so ago I picked up some vibes from women every now and then. But not in some time. It's what happens when you're over the hill.

Then Mistress took things in an unexpected direction.

"You know slave, if you even have an inclination to get involved with another woman, you just need to ask permission...."

Duh.

Now how does a husband under contract to his wife go there?

Is this a trick question?  It seemed that way, and slave wasn't biting.

"Well I don't anticipate that happening, Mistress.  In my years of experience the one thing I have learned is that getting involved with another woman is much more trouble than it's worth... with you as the one notable exception."

"I'm serious slave.  If I have permission, maybe you should too.  But you need to let me know."

"Rest assured Mistress, I'm not interested in getting involved with another woman. I have enough trouble making sure I've pleased you sufficiently...why would I take on someone else. Way more trouble than it's worth."

Of course there I was risking offending Mistress. I wasn't suggesting she was "too much trouble", just that finding the time and energy to amuse and satisfy another woman at my age would be too big a hill to climb.

But I did throw her a change-up.

"But I think a threesome would be entertaining."

"Really, slave.... a threesome?"

"What red blooded American guy hasn't fantasized about taking on two women at a time... or seeing them please one another?

I think I piqued her curiosity.

"Hmmmm...... how would that happen.....?"

Good question.

Day of Denial

Mistress must have been listening to all of you whiners about her slave not spending enough time in his cage. Monday - a day when I could not ride my bike to work - she insisted that I had gotten off the hook a little too often.

"No excuses today, slave...."

"Yes, Mistress."

The worst part was that she had one of those very early morning meetings, which meant slave went into lock down under less than optimal circumstances - there had been no discharge of those manly bodily fluids since Sunday morning.

I had to self lock on Monday morning, since Mistress was already gone to her meeting. my balls were particularly un-cooperative as I attempted to wiggle and smush them through the hard steel ring. Maybe I should have opted for the plastic CB brand lock, which has its own shortcomings - those moving parts that tend to pinch flesh and snag pubic hair at inopportune times. I always wonder if folks ask themselves "what's Mick squirming and fidgeting about" when that happens.

In any event, it wasn't like I was on the "honor system". Mistress was stopping by at the end of the day to join me at an early evening political event. That meant She could verify that her slave was securely locked down, which she did when she arrived at my office at around 5:30 pm.

Of course with Mistress in my office, it would have been negligent not to offer her the chance for some sexual relief - it had been since Sunday evening that I had the chance to pleasure her at home.  She seemed content after I finished my job, kneeling before her as she stroked my head in satisfaction. But the fresh taste of her sweet juices on my tongue, lips and face made slave a little uncomfortable, as my restrained cock jerked and shuddered in frustration against that hard steel confinement. Mistress may have noticed my discomfort.

"Awww.... poor slave... all locked away....."

We walked over to a local bar for the political reception, and spent an hour hob knobbing with old friends and hangers on.  I doubt any of them suspected that the gentlemen in the blue suit with the hottest babe there was in a steel cock cage.

At one point I was talking to one group and Mistress was in another,next to the bar. I noticed a tall, slender African American man, probably in his 40's,  approach Mistress and give her a hug, whisper in her ear, and then move to the other side of the room.

Hmmm.... no one I recognized. On our way back to our cars I asked Mistress who the guy was who gave her that hug.

"I have no idea slave.....he just walked up, gave me a hug and  and said "you sure look sexy...."

She didn't seem to mind at all.

We stopped at a local BBQ joint for an al fresco dinner before sunset, extending my time on lock down.  At home around 8:30 pm, Mistress finally allowed me to pop off that steel contraption and let the family jewels loose.

Ahhhhh.

Sadly, we were both a little too tired for a sexual nightcap. It wasn't until Tuesday morning that slave finally got to break that long tortuous  48 hours of denial.  And we did it in good style, with some exuberant cock riding by Mistress as a prelude for slave's own release.

Sometimes the wait is worth it.