Thursday, October 31, 2024

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Post Date Clean-Up


 Slave is back after a short weekend trip to the nation's capitol to visit a daughter.  Mistress was left to her own devices here, a rarity. Sounds like she had a good enough time with friends, including two nights out at local watering holes for music. Sadly, and despite her permanent "hall pass", she had no interactions with tall and potent strangers to share with me when I got home. As I've said before, this is a small town with limited options and also the risk of wagging tongues about a married lady flaunting her infidelities. 

Ah well.

The above photo reminds me of days some years back when Mistress had some early morning or mid-day encounters with a tall buff dude, 5-6 years her junior, who played hockey in college and in an adult league in River City.  He'd sometimes stop by for a "quicky" on his way to work, and as I was leaving for my own office. It was like a tag team for us. I'd greet him as he came in and I headed out.  Mistress could just stay in bed and enjoy.  And when I came home, my afternoon worship might include a little treat.

"I haven't showered yet, Slave."

Fine by me. 

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Sharing a Taste.


 Sure it's a cliche. But whenever Mistress returned from a date I was always happy, even anxious, to "reclaim" her clean shaven folds with my well trained tongue.  Mistress was never fond of condoms, typically graduating to "bare back" once a lover became something more than a one-off. So Slave was able to enjoy not only the taste of her stretched and well used lady parts, but also the residue of whatever her lover du jour left behind. 

This typically happened before, not after her slave's cage was unlocked. Not sure what it is about this little ritual, but it always seemed to be a turn on for both of us.  And while I suspect there were some nights when Mistress would have been happy to simply nod off after a long night of hot sex, I think she knew she had some obligation to share her experience with my in a physical way that transcended the narrative of her evening that typically came as I laved her with my tongue.  While the resulting orgasm hardly overshadowed those she had experienced with her lover, it was a her way of showing me that I remained an important part of the game.



Saturday, October 19, 2024

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Sleepovers.


 It's been quite a while since Mistress spent the night away from home with one of her lovers.  Back in the day it happened quite often.  There was that guy who lived in the small college town where our daughter attended college.  That was always a trick: might they run onto one another?  What would Mom's alibi be?

Mistress usually came home before noon the next day, having enjoyed sexy times with her younger (by 10 years) lover. Untimately he wanted more of her time than she could provide - weekends away as an example. And she drifted away from him.

Then there was Jay - her longest term lover.  There typical date night involved dinner out, always a risk they might run into someone we knew, but never seemed to happen. Then they'd adjourn to his small home out in a tony suburb.  His young son would spend the night at his grandmother's house to allow Jay and Mistress a night of fun.  Slave was home, caged, pondering what the two might be up to in his bed.

Hot times!

Thursday, October 17, 2024

Cuckolding in History: WW2 Edition

 For those who think this whole "cuckold" thing is some new twist in the world of sexual gamesmanship, I would refer you to a new book recently reviewed in the New Yorker titled "Kingmaker: Pamela Harriman's Astonishing Life of Power, Seduction and Intrigue" The book documents the remarkable  life of a woman who grew up in one of those posh Downton Abbey style households then married Randolph Churchill, son of England's pugnacious Prime Minister on the cusp of World War II. 


Here's where it got interesting: With the blitz in progress, a new born little Winston (jr.) Churchill on the scene, her husband, in uniform, was shipped off to Egypt. But Pamela had a more important role in the Britts' war effort.  Clementine, her mother-in-law,  "noticed Pamela's power over older men (including her husband) through a rare cocktail of flattering attention, smoldering sex appeal and an impressive grasp of geopolitics". 

Little Winston and her nanny were shipped off to the "safer" confines of the country estate of "Lord" Beaverbrook, the Rupert Murdock of his time, who had taken on a job in the war effort to maximize airplane production.  The child care arrangement allowed "an unencumbered Pamela to move into the Dorchester Hotel, in London, and work her magic on influential Americans", who Churchill needed to provide US support for the struggle against Hitler. Beaverbrook "would outfit her for her mission . . . with a wardrobe of 'tight fitting evening frocks, high heals and natty tailored suits to help her in her new role in Britain's desperate struggle to survive."


US President Roosevelt sent W. Averell Harriman, 49,  to London to monitor the use of US "lend lease" aid by our ally. Harriman "would require some tender persuasion and Pamela, now barely in her 20's, was up for the job. "At a dinner at the Dorchester soon after [Harriman's] arrival, Pamela, wearing a 'skin tight shoulderless gold lame dress bought specially for the occasion by Beaverbrook and dazzilingly conversant in matters military and political."  That evening, a fortuitous Luftwaffe bombing had Pamela and Averell 'sheltering in place' in his hotel suite.  The rest was history. Soon Pamela moved in with FDR's envy.  Both were married to others. 


As in some of the hotter cuckold fiction of our day, the cuckoldress's in-laws seemed to encourage her dalliance to the deterrent of their pathetic son.  "The Churchill's seem to have known and tacitly encouraged their daughter-in-law's useful affair. Years later, in a divorce proceeding, Randolph accused his parents of encouraging her infidelity for the sake of the war effort. Ouch!

Was Churchill "pimping out" the mother of his grandson, as some have accused?  During the war years, Pamela   juggled multiple relationships with US military big wigs and media personalities like Edward R. Murrow. But despite all these suitors, Pamela made her own decisions on her sexual partners. "Pamela said no when she wanted to, and it appears she she never had her heart broken. She seemed to feel completely free to sleep with whomever she was drawn to or deemed useful. . . . By her own account, she relished her London life, supercharged as it was with danger, sex and political urgency."

After the war and her divorce, Pamela moved to Paris and was involved with an Italian auto magnate. Later she 
married a US movie mogul. When her husband died, she and Harriman hooked up again, and married, She moved to the US and, later in life, became a power broker in DC's Democratic establishment.  She died as US Ambassador to France in the Clinton years. 

But for those of us intrigued by the cuckold dynamic, her WW2 exploits standout. One can only wonder whether "poor" Randolph secretly got off on it all.  Let's hope.