Yesterday morning, after “going to press” with the blog, I scrambled upstairs to make sure there was time for our wake-up “booty call”. Mistress had an 8 am appointment with Teen #2’s high school counselor about college application plans, and I wanted to make sure that I took advantage of my opportunity before the window closed.
I worshipped as Mistress read what was actually a rather lame blog by our standards. Then I was given the privilege of fucking Mistress, even though she was feeling a bit under the weather.
She is a kind and considerate Mistress, after all.
But I had let her down a bit. She had directed me to wear my cage, but I had forgotten to wriggle my cock and balls into the hard steel ring before our morning engagement, thus depriving her of the harder cock and more explosive cum that she can count on when the ring is in place.
When our proceedings were done it was around 7:20 or so. That’s when I realized that I had a 7:30 am conference call to cover. Yikes.
I grabbed the ring, hopped in the shower, and somehow got the ring on while shaving and washing up. No easy task considering that my balls were a little contracted after that between the sheets action.
Now I’m out of the shower, desperately searching for the call in number, while also working the cage part onto the little nub protruding from the ring, and trying to fit the lock into the tiny aligned holes so that Mistress can close the lock and secure me away for the day…..
(This isn't my exact "model", but gives you an idea how things align).
Mistress is getting into the shower now too…. The lock hole alignment is giving me fits. My cell phone speaker is now engaged as I sign into my call, trying to figure out what I missed, answering a question, all the while messing with that damn lock hole thing because it just won’t fit right….
Finally I get the hasp of the lock slid through the aligned holes, and present myself to Mistress, who is now in the shower, shaving those soft and gentle parts, since Francois had plans to stop by later in the morning.
“Well it’s about time, Slave….. what was the problem?”
“Fumble fingers, I guess, Mistress.”
She shut the lock, and I stepped back into the bedroom, getting dressed while listening into my call.
Later, when I’m at work, I did get a report from Mistress about her visit.
“He could tell I wasn’t feeling well, Slave…. so no orgasms for me today….he wants to make sure I am ready and rested for next weekend.”
“And did he get any attention, Mistress….”
“Well I did give him a little blow job action, Slave….”
“I’m sure he appreciated that….”
“I think he did…. He’s says I’m pretty good at it.”
“No doubt…. I can attest to that.”
Sounds like Mistress is navigating her way through this whole “un-cut” cock thing very capably.