On Parole

 In response to all our readers' many questions (well at least one reader's question), Mistress did, ultimately, cough up the key and release her slave from what seemed like an endless sentence oto chastity -- but was actually only about 72 hours or so.  

Once home on Tuesday afternoon, she decided to let my "agony" play out a bit longer.

Fondling my strictly contained package she made her intentions to prolong my "agony" clear. "What's the  rush Slave? ....You seem to be surviving.  And if anything, a few hours in the cage seems to have made you a tad more devoted.... not quite as uppity as your typical macho self."

She also seemed to enjoy seeing me squirm in frustration as I knelt between her thighs, lavishing her with tongue strokes that I hoped against hope would earn her work-a-day cock its freedom and release.  But it's possible her repeated tongue induced orgasms may have  made her even more reluctant to hand over the key.

"You actually do that better with the cage on Slave.....there's a certain added intensity to your efforts which I could get accustomed to....."  Apparently (my) desperation is a spice that Mistress enjoys 

At one point she even blamed it on the Boss.  Which I suppose makes sense, since he put the idea into her lovely little head to dust off the cage in the first place.  

"I really should get his go ahead before springing you loose, Slave...."

After some texting with him that I was not privy to, she passed on an update.

"He wants you to beg, Slave....."

So I did my best grovel for her, kneeling next to the bed on which she was reclining, running through all of the reasons why I would be an even more devoted Slave should she spring me loose and give me the relief I'd been waiting SO LONG for. (By now it was Wednesday afternoon, and I'd been in that infernal contraption since Monday morning.

"No silly, he wants you to beg HIM...."

Huh? Had I really gone from Editor in Chief here at UCTMW to the point where I was begging our former Western Correspondent - the guy who's expense account abuses I used to point out- for the simple right to pee while standing up again.  Let alone fuck my wife the manly way? 

I swallowed my pride and engaged in a pathetic and lengthy text exchange with the Boss, during which I was required to apologize for all those times I called him on the amount of UCTMW cash he'd burned on high end lubricant.  Ultimately,  satisfied (or bored) with my humiliation, he texted Mistress and let her know she had the discretion to pop me loose. 

She showed me his "all clear", and I breathed a big sigh of relief.

"But before I actually exercise my newly granted authority, Slave....there's one more thing I'd like you to take care of.....

Key? What Key?

 So where were we?

Mistress, wearing her "peek-aboo" tights,  had been spanked and manipulated to orgasm in the rear of the Boss's car in the dark recesses of a parking garage somewhere in the 'burbs of the Mile High City.  We were safely checked into a roadside motel half-way to our Southwest Hideaway. Slave was caged at the Boss's "request", and before they traipsed off to his SUV for that little punishment session, Mistress had surrendered the key to my cage to her new Boss. 

The unanswered question: when the dust settled and Mistress had caught her breath following a firm hand spanking and a bracing cum, what happened to the key to my cage?  Had the Boss retained it for his collection?  Did  Mistress have the composure to ask for its return? Was Slave in store for a longer period of chastity that I had ever experienced? (After all I have been a pampered house slave up until now).

When I had raissed the subject in our drive south, Mistress had been coy.

"All in good time Slave...."

But she was clearly enjoying the chance to keep meet in suspense.  And when her hand occasionally wandered up my thigh and landed between my legs, she seemed to relish finding that hard steel lump containing her work-a-day cock. 

Over a light dinner,  her foot sliding up my leg as I squirmed in my chair, she confessed. 

"The Boss said I should tell you he kept the cage and was giving it to B [his long suffering wife, who knows about his kinky interactions with us].  But I actually have it....back in my purse."

I breathed a sigh of relief. So I get out of this thing tonight?"

"Not so fast Slave....he said no orgasms for either of us tonight.  And I kind of like the way you get desperate and more respectful  when you have that 'thing' on....."

"You mean?"

"I mean the cage is staying on, at least until we get home tomorrow."

It turned into a restless sleep for me.  Mistress kept those infernal tights on, and she seemed intent to press her legs or ass against me through the  night. The natural result was too frequent efforts of her work-a-day cock to grow, banging against its tight, steel confines.  Ouch. 

In the morning, with her own cum restrictions expired, Mistress made sure her slave worshipped her to a few satisfying orgasms.  But  that didn't loosen her grip on the key.

" I think you actually do that better when you have the cage on, Slave..... you seem more desperate for me....."

I couldn't argue with her on that.

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.....