The Doctor Is In

Slave's sad 3 days of solitude are almost over. Mistress and our daughter are already in the car, headed back from the River City.  And you will be surprised to hear that slave was a slacker when it came to exploiting Mistress's "permission" to self-abuse daily while she was away.  I did it Sunday evening, and again on Monday night.  But by yesterday I couldn't muster the energy or interest in taking matters into my own hands.

I guess I am spoiled. I read over at A Married Sissy this morning that Terri has had only 11 orgasms in 2016. That's a little less than my average over two weeks. I may typically miss one day each week. But that's about it. And every now and then there might be a two-a-day!  Talk about your pampered house slave!  So I guess it makes sense that permissive pocket pool would seem like a yawn to me.  It's so much better to have Mistress's assistance!

I also dodged any cage time on this brief hiatus from daily supervision.  Following Mistress's edict, I was able to go to work cageless on Monday and will today because I rode my bike to work.  And yesterday - well there was an MD appointment at the dermatologist. It was time for my annual check-up for this fair skinned Irish lad. Since my MD - a sultry Iranian lady with a kinky wardrobe - is very thorough, well you would not want slave to be embarrassed!

Sure enough my MD appeared in her traditional black leather pants. But since it's still August, she was not in the knee high black boots she sported last November when we met for the first time.  Instead, she had on some strappy black sandals, showing off some well groomed toes in some sort of dark, purplish toe polish.  Impressive. Though not quite as kinky as some fantasy Domme MDs might be.

It turns out I was prudent not to wear the cage. On arrival the perky assistant proposed that I disrobe and put on one of those flimsy surgical gowns. (In green, not pink, Terri!)

"Opening in the back", she helpfully reminded. As if I would think to put the damn thing on with my front wide open, connected only by a couple of flimsy laces.

Soon my Doctor Domme swept into the room, dark hair and smoldering  eyes quickly sizing up my mottled, aging skin with a wisdom beyond her ears.  She quickly ordered me to shed the thin garment to allow for a less obscured inspection.

I had on some madonna blue underpants Mistress had selected for me -  a bit long in the leg, and very soft fabric. Not quite "panties" but the texture comes close.  If Doctor Domme reacted to them, I couldn't tell.  She had me turn around, and had one more direction.

"Would you mind dropping your shorts so I can take a better look down there?"

"Of course not.....( oops....I had to stifle the impulse to conclude with a "mistress"..... I guess that's what happens when I'm left unmoored for three whole days.)

In any event, hopefully Mistress will now understand why I didn't wear the cage yesterday.

Soon my inspection was over. But before I left there was some "discipline" in the form of her torturing my face and head with some of that ultra cold gas she sprayed from a little tank to freeze off some "pre-cancerous" spots here and there.

"Maybe I should just stick my head in a bucket of that stuff" I snarked.  She was not amused.

Sadly, she then left me to my own devices, with a nod and hand shake and instructions to come back in two months. I quickly climbed back into my street clothes, and caught one more glimpse of her at her desk computer, no doubt recording the results of my exam.  Or maybe she was just checking her "Fetlife" or "collarspace" in box?

Solitary slave

To entertain our Domme in training, Mistress loaded up the car yesterday and drove her up to the Windy City to visit with Mistress's sister. It's about a 5.5 hour drive, and sister's apartment is right near the Beach, so Mistress should have a little relaxation time, though surely she will miss her slave's daily worship.  How can you not miss this sort of well trained orgasm delivery system?

(Fortunately, we did have time for some stealth sex in our bedroom yesterday morning to tide Mistress over.)

But what about me, you might ask?  How is slave going to handle three nights solo without getting into all sorts of mischief?

Rest assured, I was well and safely occupied last night, sharing some pizza with my oldest daughter and three cute grandkids.  Then home to watch a meaningless Pussycats  exhibition game.  

Mistress did lay out some ground rules>

"If you're not riding your bike to work, then you should be in your cage, slave."

"Yes, Mistress".

I see this rule as an incentive to exercise.  And it looks like the weather will cooperate today.

"And you can play with yourself once a day while I'm gone, slave...."

Well that won't be too hard to comply with.  I can just hear Terri and Diane scoffing about this one.

And even though we had our Sunday morning to tide me over, I took advantage of my privilege last evening, after watching the Pussycats build a comfortable lead against the hapless lesser Pussycats from north Florida.

I guess it could be  worse.  Mistress could have left me with a babysitter.

Staycation

Mistress had a busy day yesterday.  After our stealth morning worship and wake-up session, she was quickly at work at her computer on a long project for a client. But she broke at lunch time for a date with her lover Jay.

While it was a date of sorts, it was chaste and chaparoned affair: our daughter tagged along for her stick shift driving instructions. But Jay drives a hard bargain (in addition to hard appendages). He extracted a sushi lunch with Mistress and the Domme in Training.

"So how did that go, Mistress.... was our loving daughter suspicious?"

"She seemed to buy the story that we met through work and have become friends."

Sounds as if the lessons went well.  Another may be scheduled next week.

But the big news is that our little darling actually had social plans last night. One of my older daughters pried her loose from our home for dinner and a movie.

At last.....our Nest was empty again.

Rest assured Mistress and slave took full advantage of a few hours of freedom.

Although we were tempted to do it on the living room floor like this cute couple with the vivid wall paper, we quickly  retreated to the "Executive Suite"  for an extended pre-dinner "open door" session, involving lots of worship and a modicum of cock riding with the noise modulators off.

It was liberating to know that if slave was able to use his meager skills to induce a cum or two from Mistress, she would not have to squelch those inspiring sounds of passion.

Once the dust settled, there was a late "snack" dinner in our living room, binging on the "Casual" TV series we had lost track of..... then back to bed where we slept soundly after a night of liberation.

Of course, all good "staycations" come to an end.  Our daughter is back in her bedroom next door. When I worship Mistress this morning, we will be back to "stealth mode".

But better than not at all, right?

Crowded House

I woke up this morning, looked morosely at our blog, and realized it's been six days since slave posted here.  That could be an Olympic record for sloth, if the Olympics add that event, along with bowling and tanning, to the program in 4 years. In fact, maybe I should start training now?

The problem is that even with the very low bar set here for "news" worth blogging, it's been a very slow week in River City as far as kinky carryings-on go.

We've had our prodigal daughter visiting for what now seems #longenoughtoseemlikemovingbackin time. And then on Thursday night the older daughter was back with her boy friend for a few nights. So there have been plenty of family socializing and very little kinky sex.  While Mistress and slave have been able to squeeze in some morning sexual activity, it's been of the "keep it quiet or we'll scandalize the children" varierty.  It's made even this kind of lazy slave long for the lazy afternoons of ass-cropping and pegging that are the provinces of an empty nest, not a crowded house.

Last night, instead of a quiet evening at home we had the grand family dinner, with all four of my daughters, three cute grandkids, and the Dowager Domme and her husband. Slave smoked some Salmon for the occassion. We had hoped to eat outside, but it looked like it might rain, and the Dowager Domme doesn't like to eat on our rustic patio with it's uneven brick surface. It's hard on her lizard shoes!  (I can't make that stuff up!).  While the event was festive, I have t admit a sigh of relief when the final guest departed and the clean up was done. Only then could Mistress and slave retreat to the private confines of the executive suite here at the UCTMW World HQ.

And of course, poor Mistress has no free time to enjoy the privileges of her permission to enjoy the bounty of Jay's alpha cock. Our daughter is very efficient at keeping track of her whereabouts and making sure she tags along if a meal is involved. Although word has it that Jay may get called into service for other duties this week: our daughter wants to learn how to drive a standard transmission car, and he's the only one who has one that we know of.  You can imagine Mistress's efforts to persuade Jay to take on this kamikaze mission with his cute little Honda Civic GT; and her response to our daughter's question "so how do you know this guy?"

Sadly, this may go on for a few more weeks.  Our younger daughter plans to camp here until her new visa to return for another year of "study" in the Euro-Zone comes through. And as all you Brexiters know, the machinery of the European Union bureaucracy grinds oh-so-slowly.  What ever happened to the days when you could cram a few bucks into the breast pocket of a corrupt embassy official and get prompt service?

Now they are too focused on making big donations to the Clinton Foundation to make sure the skids are greased in the next administration?

Never mind.  There's no point in a "sex blog" without sex in it.  I suggest you tune into "A Married Sissy" if you want some real action for the rest of this month.