Wondering if Mistress's Abstinence Resolve will Crumble.

I am wearing my cage today.

Mistress has an early meeting out in the burbs, so not driving together today. So Mistress is exercising her right to make sure I don’t get into trouble. No problem there from me. Mistress has gone pretty easy on me of late, so a day in the cage will hardly be burdensome. Just a nice reminder of who is n charge.

The more challenging part is Mistress’s decision to re-impose my abstinence day today. It’s a rule that has been honored only in the breach of late. Buy considering our heightened level of sexual activity the last few days, it might be particularly hard to forego my privileges to fuck Mistress’s tight little cunt today.

Yeah, I know that is counter-intuitive. All this sex seems like it deserves a 24 hour “time out” every now and then to recharge my aging male testosterone reserves.

But I find that the more I do it, the more I want to do it. Crazy. I guess it’s the way a runner needs more and more miles to keep finding that elusive “runners’ high”. But it’s not as hard on your knees.

In any event, it has been a crazy couple of days here in River City.

Mistress’s hot infatuation with our Western correspondent has gotten her into a state where she oozes sexuality and is horny as hell. She is a potential threat to any man she encounters. .And I have the (fortunate) task of trying to keep her satisfied so that she does not go off the deep end, jump on a plane headed west, and show up at this lucky stud’s office and demand to be fucked across his desk. Preferably from behind.

It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it .

So Monday morning – she’s up early enough and we have quick but satisfying sex before heading to work.

On the way home that day, she talks about some texts from her friend, and seems to be fidgeting in her seat.

She had also gotten an email from her local Dom, anxious to set up their next date. Mistress was torn a bit. She seems so focused on Western M that it may be ahrd for her to re-focus on the cock closer at hand.

When we got home, Worship promptly, ensued – me on my knees, her legs spread, bike shorts hanging from one ankle - before we head out for our bike ride. It was required just to take her edge off.

Later that evening, after dinner, we had a chance for a more prolonged encounter. She was pleasured with my lips once again, and then I fucked her properly, pounding into her with an intermittent pace – a little faster, then a little slower. I was trying to give Mistress several orgasms to allow her to sleep well. And all along we chatted about what was on her mind.

“You’d like to be at his mercy, wouldn’t you Mistress….”

“Yes, Slave….I would.”

“You want him to make you beg for those orgasms, don’t you Mistress?”

“Yes Slave…I would ….maybe you should let him know.”

(Mistress thinks this is all a big conspiracy – that I have fed Western M the inside intelligence required to enthrall Mistress. Not so. Other than the clues that he might pick up as a fan o’ the blog, he’s been on his own.)

Soon we were both over the edge, me collapsed on top of her, and hoping this remedy would get her through the night.

Tuesday the cycle seemed to accelerate. I pleased her with my mouth, She allowed me a quick fuck to accommodate her early meeting at work. Then we were out the door.

On the way to work I suggested that maybe she and Western M should figure away to have phone sex during work hours.

“Maybe you should get him to jack off for you, Mistress. It would only be fair.”

“Hmm….I have never done that before Slave. You and he are the story tellers.”

I reminded her of the phone and video sex chats we used to have when we were commuting.

“I am sure you can find the words, Mistress. All you need to do is describe how hot he makes you and what to do to his cock.”

Waiting for a report on that one.

At lunch time, Mistress was over to my office for some worship. She took a funny picture of the scene to taunt her distant lover, and texted it off to him, even as I was sucking at her cunt.

On the way home, Mistress told me that M described a cabin in the mountains where he would like to take her someday for a weekend of enslavement. And, fool that I am, I had no problem with that.

“Tell him you don’t need my permission. It’s in our contract. I will even throw in the bondage equipment.”

And of course Mistress promptly texted this good news to M. No doubt he thinks we are insane.

At home, Mistress was again desperate for some worship, even before our bike ride. And when I was done, she needed my cock too. So we had a “quicky” before sliding our bike shorts back on.

This morning, Mistress had another early meeting. SO she was up early. I heard her rustling around so came up with my computer and coffee to join her in bed. She was giggling about some emails she and M had exchanged, reading me the “good” parts. When she was done I was allowed to please her with my lips and tongue.

She had told M that it was my Abstinence Day. He replied by questioning her resolve.

“I’ll bet he ends up getting some….”

But at least this morning, Mistress’s resolve held. Though she seemed tempted.

After I finished pleasing her, she reached down and noticed that my cock was stretching out a bit.

“Hmmmm. Looks good Slave.”

She bent over, took it in her mouth. I could feel the cool touch of her lips and the maddening stroke of her hot tongue. My cock was quickly at full alert.

But just as quickly she pulled away, climbed out of bed and wrapped herself in her fluffy green terry robe.

“Sorry….but I do need to get in the shower, Slave. Remember, no touching while I am gone”.

Arggh. But of course, I obeyed.

You will not be surprised that it took a few minutes for me to get ready to put this cage on.

Back in the "Friendly Confines"

My steel cage was back on yesterday after a few days of merciful amnesty.

I worked and mushed my balls, then my cock through the hard steel ring in the morning before climbing back into bed with a waking, slightly groggy, Mistress. She likes the affect she can achieve with the ring gripping me, trapping the blood.

Once she uses her skills to make me hard I stay that way for some time. It fills her cunt more completely. It makes it more difficult for me to come. And when I do? Well the result is rather …. Dramatic.

After we had our way with one another, I was off to the shower. Then I slid the cage over my cock, sliding it onto the short stud protruding from the ring, sliding the pad lock into place, and letting Mistress close the lock. I was safe and secure for the day until she chose to release me.

Later, after lunch, Mistress stopped by for a “visit”. She had some time to kill between meetings, and I was looking forward to my opportunity for some worship, something that is all the more fun with her freshly waxed and delightfully naked cunt.

Mistress had on her winter uniform of black dress, tights and boots, though the tights were a little sheerer than normal. She sat. I knelt. We talked a bit. Then I used my mouth and tongue to taste the insides of Mistress thighs and the crotch of her tights. It’s easy to get into full “slave mode” in that position.

When the scent of Mistress’s arousal became more pronounced, I helped her slide those tights down to her boot tops, then went to work in earnest on her delicious parts, now more accessible than ever, the little pink bud poking out between her full lips.

Mistress’s hands were wound into my hear, fingers kneading my scalp, as my lips sucked that little bud into my mouth, and her hips rose in response. By the time I was done my face and the little blanket she was sitting on were soaked with her juices. And my cock was straining against its tight enclosure.

Mistress arrived home a little later than normal last night, after me. We rested a bit, catching up on the nation’s slow descent into socialism (not) on the evening news. I offered to worship, but Mistress demurred.

“I need to rest a bit Slave. You served me well this afternoon.”

I had no complaint. But I do feel its my obligation to offer. It’s in the contract, after all.

It was not until after dinner that Mistress remembered.

“Your cage. I forgot to unlock it! Is that why you were so anxious to worship me, Slave?”

“No. No problem. It’s not uncomfortable”.

And it wasn’t, though it can be a little tight in the mornings. Hard to figure why there is a time -of -day difference. I think my balls just relax a bit better by midday. They get used to their “surroundings” and settle in.

But Mistress was merciful. She found the key and unlocked me, giving me a little kiss for my “suffering in silence.”

As I slid off the cage and eased my tender balls out of the ring, I felt like her little puppy dog. But who’s to complain. I’m well fed, have a very warm bed to sleep in, and Mistress gladly takes care of my “baser” needs.

That’s why the first thing I did this morning is slide that steel ring back on, ready for Mistress when she calls.

Back in the "Friendly Confines"

My steel cage was back on yesterday after a few days of merciful amnesty.

I worked and mushed my balls, then my cock through the hard steel ring in the morning before climbing back into bed with a waking, slightly groggy, Mistress. She likes the affect she can achieve with the ring gripping me, trapping the blood.

Once she uses her skills to make me hard I stay that way for some time. It fills her cunt more completely. It makes it more difficult for me to come. And when I do? Well the result is rather …. Dramatic.

After we had our way with one another, I was off to the shower. Then I slid the cage over my cock, sliding it onto the short stud protruding from the ring, sliding the pad lock into place, and letting Mistress close the lock. I was safe and secure for the day until she chose to release me.

Later, after lunch, Mistress stopped by for a “visit”. She had some time to kill between meetings, and I was looking forward to my opportunity for some worship, something that is all the more fun with her freshly waxed and delightfully naked cunt.

Mistress had on her winter uniform of black dress, tights and boots, though the tights were a little sheerer than normal. She sat. I knelt. We talked a bit. Then I used my mouth and tongue to taste the insides of Mistress thighs and the crotch of her tights. It’s easy to get into full “slave mode” in that position.

When the scent of Mistress’s arousal became more pronounced, I helped her slide those tights down to her boot tops, then went to work in earnest on her delicious parts, now more accessible than ever, the little pink bud poking out between her full lips.

Mistress’s hands were wound into my hear, fingers kneading my scalp, as my lips sucked that little bud into my mouth, and her hips rose in response. By the time I was done my face and the little blanket she was sitting on were soaked with her juices. And my cock was straining against its tight enclosure.

Mistress arrived home a little later than normal last night, after me. We rested a bit, catching up on the nation’s slow descent into socialism (not) on the evening news. I offered to worship, but Mistress demurred.

“I need to rest a bit Slave. You served me well this afternoon.”

I had no complaint. But I do feel its my obligation to offer. It’s in the contract, after all.

It was not until after dinner that Mistress remembered.

“Your cage. I forgot to unlock it! Is that why you were so anxious to worship me, Slave?”

“No. No problem. It’s not uncomfortable”.

And it wasn’t, though it can be a little tight in the mornings. Hard to figure why there is a time -of -day difference. I think my balls just relax a bit better by midday. They get used to their “surroundings” and settle in.

But Mistress was merciful. She found the key and unlocked me, giving me a little kiss for my “suffering in silence.”

As I slid off the cage and eased my tender balls out of the ring, I felt like her little puppy dog. But who’s to complain. I’m well fed, have a very warm bed to sleep in, and Mistress gladly takes care of my “baser” needs.

That’s why the first thing I did this morning is slide that steel ring back on, ready for Mistress when she calls.

Back in the "Friendly Confines"

My steel cage was back on yesterday after a few days of merciful amnesty.

I worked and mushed my balls, then my cock through the hard steel ring in the morning before climbing back into bed with a waking, slightly groggy, Mistress. She likes the affect she can achieve with the ring gripping me, trapping the blood.

Once she uses her skills to make me hard I stay that way for some time. It fills her cunt more completely. It makes it more difficult for me to come. And when I do? Well the result is rather …. Dramatic.

After we had our way with one another, I was off to the shower. Then I slid the cage over my cock, sliding it onto the short stud protruding from the ring, sliding the pad lock into place, and letting Mistress close the lock. I was safe and secure for the day until she chose to release me.

Later, after lunch, Mistress stopped by for a “visit”. She had some time to kill between meetings, and I was looking forward to my opportunity for some worship, something that is all the more fun with her freshly waxed and delightfully naked cunt.

Mistress had on her winter uniform of black dress, tights and boots, though the tights were a little sheerer than normal. She sat. I knelt. We talked a bit. Then I used my mouth and tongue to taste the insides of Mistress thighs and the crotch of her tights. It’s easy to get into full “slave mode” in that position.

When the scent of Mistress’s arousal became more pronounced, I helped her slide those tights down to her boot tops, then went to work in earnest on her delicious parts, now more accessible than ever, the little pink bud poking out between her full lips.

Mistress’s hands were wound into my hear, fingers kneading my scalp, as my lips sucked that little bud into my mouth, and her hips rose in response. By the time I was done my face and the little blanket she was sitting on were soaked with her juices. And my cock was straining against its tight enclosure.

Mistress arrived home a little later than normal last night, after me. We rested a bit, catching up on the nation’s slow descent into socialism (not) on the evening news. I offered to worship, but Mistress demurred.

“I need to rest a bit Slave. You served me well this afternoon.”

I had no complaint. But I do feel its my obligation to offer. It’s in the contract, after all.

It was not until after dinner that Mistress remembered.

“Your cage. I forgot to unlock it! Is that why you were so anxious to worship me, Slave?”

“No. No problem. It’s not uncomfortable”.

And it wasn’t, though it can be a little tight in the mornings. Hard to figure why there is a time -of -day difference. I think my balls just relax a bit better by midday. They get used to their “surroundings” and settle in.

But Mistress was merciful. She found the key and unlocked me, giving me a little kiss for my “suffering in silence.”

As I slid off the cage and eased my tender balls out of the ring, I felt like her little puppy dog. But who’s to complain. I’m well fed, have a very warm bed to sleep in, and Mistress gladly takes care of my “baser” needs.

That’s why the first thing I did this morning is slide that steel ring back on, ready for Mistress when she calls.

Back in the "Friendly Confines"

My steel cage was back on yesterday after a few days of merciful amnesty.

I worked and mushed my balls, then my cock through the hard steel ring in the morning before climbing back into bed with a waking, slightly groggy, Mistress. She likes the affect she can achieve with the ring gripping me, trapping the blood.

Once she uses her skills to make me hard I stay that way for some time. It fills her cunt more completely. It makes it more difficult for me to come. And when I do? Well the result is rather …. Dramatic.

After we had our way with one another, I was off to the shower. Then I slid the cage over my cock, sliding it onto the short stud protruding from the ring, sliding the pad lock into place, and letting Mistress close the lock. I was safe and secure for the day until she chose to release me.

Later, after lunch, Mistress stopped by for a “visit”. She had some time to kill between meetings, and I was looking forward to my opportunity for some worship, something that is all the more fun with her freshly waxed and delightfully naked cunt.

Mistress had on her winter uniform of black dress, tights and boots, though the tights were a little sheerer than normal. She sat. I knelt. We talked a bit. Then I used my mouth and tongue to taste the insides of Mistress thighs and the crotch of her tights. It’s easy to get into full “slave mode” in that position.

When the scent of Mistress’s arousal became more pronounced, I helped her slide those tights down to her boot tops, then went to work in earnest on her delicious parts, now more accessible than ever, the little pink bud poking out between her full lips.

Mistress’s hands were wound into my hear, fingers kneading my scalp, as my lips sucked that little bud into my mouth, and her hips rose in response. By the time I was done my face and the little blanket she was sitting on were soaked with her juices. And my cock was straining against its tight enclosure.

Mistress arrived home a little later than normal last night, after me. We rested a bit, catching up on the nation’s slow descent into socialism (not) on the evening news. I offered to worship, but Mistress demurred.

“I need to rest a bit Slave. You served me well this afternoon.”

I had no complaint. But I do feel its my obligation to offer. It’s in the contract, after all.

It was not until after dinner that Mistress remembered.

“Your cage. I forgot to unlock it! Is that why you were so anxious to worship me, Slave?”

“No. No problem. It’s not uncomfortable”.

And it wasn’t, though it can be a little tight in the mornings. Hard to figure why there is a time -of -day difference. I think my balls just relax a bit better by midday. They get used to their “surroundings” and settle in.

But Mistress was merciful. She found the key and unlocked me, giving me a little kiss for my “suffering in silence.”

As I slid off the cage and eased my tender balls out of the ring, I felt like her little puppy dog. But who’s to complain. I’m well fed, have a very warm bed to sleep in, and Mistress gladly takes care of my “baser” needs.

That’s why the first thing I did this morning is slide that steel ring back on, ready for Mistress when she calls.

Need your guidance: To cage or not to cage?

Mistress is going to the Big Apple Tuesday morning. She will be going to a Board meeting, mixing with some potentates from the media and education world. No doubt there will be powerful and charming men for her to flirt with. She will be back Wednesday night.

Meanwhile Slave has his own duties: working and riding herd over the surly teens.

But here is the question for you lurkers and commenters out there: should Mistress lock her Slave's cage and keep the key with her?

Or should she trust her Slave with an unharnessed cock?

Of course, Mistress reserves the right to make this call, but she would like some advice ... let us know.

Need your guidance: To cage or not to cage?

Mistress is going to the Big Apple Tuesday morning. She will be going to a Board meeting, mixing with some potentates from the media and education world. No doubt there will be powerful and charming men for her to flirt with. She will be back Wednesday night.

Meanwhile Slave has his own duties: working and riding herd over the surly teens.

But here is the question for you lurkers and commenters out there: should Mistress lock her Slave's cage and keep the key with her?

Or should she trust her Slave with an unharnessed cock?

Of course, Mistress reserves the right to make this call, but she would like some advice ... let us know.

Need your guidance: To cage or not to cage?

Mistress is going to the Big Apple Tuesday morning. She will be going to a Board meeting, mixing with some potentates from the media and education world. No doubt there will be powerful and charming men for her to flirt with. She will be back Wednesday night.

Meanwhile Slave has his own duties: working and riding herd over the surly teens.

But here is the question for you lurkers and commenters out there: should Mistress lock her Slave's cage and keep the key with her?

Or should she trust her Slave with an unharnessed cock?

Of course, Mistress reserves the right to make this call, but she would like some advice ... let us know.

Need your guidance: To cage or not to cage?

Mistress is going to the Big Apple Tuesday morning. She will be going to a Board meeting, mixing with some potentates from the media and education world. No doubt there will be powerful and charming men for her to flirt with. She will be back Wednesday night.

Meanwhile Slave has his own duties: working and riding herd over the surly teens.

But here is the question for you lurkers and commenters out there: should Mistress lock her Slave's cage and keep the key with her?

Or should she trust her Slave with an unharnessed cock?

Of course, Mistress reserves the right to make this call, but she would like some advice ... let us know.

"Tell Me What You Are Thinking, Slave."

I woke up early this morning, around 5:30 am. Mistress seemed groggily awake too. We were cuddled close in bed, my cock soft, but a little twitchy, nestled against her firm ass.

“I’m getting up now, Mistress.”

I planned to leave her sleeping. She needs her beauty rests.

She rolled over, clung to me. As my face pressed against her lush, full breasts, I had second thoughts.

So my mouth began to work a bit on Mistress’s firm nipples. Something that made her squirm. When she failed to push me away, or roll over, I took that as a “go”. Instead, she made some encouraging sounds. When she rolled onto her back, my hand snaked between her legs. Very wet.

As I worked my fingers there, I mentioned something that had come to mind as I woke.

“You’ve been keeping the cage on me longer these days, Mistress.”

Wednesday night, she kept it on me through our meet up with our new FetLife friends, releasing me only so I could fuck her when we got home, around 11 pm or so.

Thursday had been my Abstinence Day, and Mistress was feeling a bit under the weather. So the cage stayed on until she was in the mood to be worshipped, well into the evening. And while I took off the “cage” part, I left the steel ring on overnight, because …well it was just easier to leave it there, gripping my cock and balls through the night.

Then the cage was back on Friday morning, after Mistress had the benefit of my full and firm cock before I headed to work. It stayed on through some evening activities in our downtown, to be unlocked only when we slid into bed at around 10 pm.

“Yes….I suppose I have. It’s good for you, Slave. Seems to make you want me more.”

“Maybe so…. Is that it….or….”

My fingers were still working, picking up the pace. Mistress convulsed into a nice little explosion for me, though I kept at it a bit longer, helping her through the aftershocks.

“What, Slave?”

Now her hand was on my cock. It was already firm and ready. But she likes to play a bit, and who am I to object.

“I keep thinking of you stripping for him, Mistress.”

“Yes … does that turn you on, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Did it turn you on? ….you said you weren’t going to … not the first time.”

“It did turn me on, Slave.”

“Did you feel compelled…like you had no choice?”

“Yes… I … needed to do it … once he asked me. Is that OK?”

“Of course, Mistress”.

Mistress’s fingers on my cock were driving me crazy. Fortunately, she rolled away, onto her back again.

“Why don’t you fuck me now, Slave.”

She did not have to ask twice.

As I slid into her, she moaned with delight, and I pressed hard against her, doing the things I knew would bring her close to the edge.

“What are you thinking, Slave?”

She likes to make me talk about it. Knew exactly what I was thinking about.

“You liked him fucking you, didn’t you Mistress?”

“Yes … it was …good.”

“You want him again, don’t you?”

“I do, Slave.”

In fact, they had emailed yesterday, setting up another meeting.

“You’ve been thinking about his cock too, haven’t you Mistress?

“I have Slave.”

“Does that make you wet?”

“It does.”

Mistress and I were clutching one another now, me buried inside her, sliding against her as I listened to her ragged breathing, so close to the breaking point.


“and you liked him using his fingers on you, didn’t you, Mistress?”

“Oh, yes.”

I pulled back a bit, still inside her, but giving my own fingers some space to play with her clit, rubbing it as out bodies slid against one another.

“What was it like begging for him Mistress ….did it turn you on to beg for the right to come?”

She moaned. But I could here her affirmation in the moan.

“How does it feel to beg him, like the way you make me beg?”

”Good, Slave. Very good”. And then Mistress came for me, quaking and moaning, her head thrown back, eyes slammed shut.

And soon I was doing the begging.

"Tell Me What You Are Thinking, Slave."

I woke up early this morning, around 5:30 am. Mistress seemed groggily awake too. We were cuddled close in bed, my cock soft, but a little twitchy, nestled against her firm ass.

“I’m getting up now, Mistress.”

I planned to leave her sleeping. She needs her beauty rests.

She rolled over, clung to me. As my face pressed against her lush, full breasts, I had second thoughts.

So my mouth began to work a bit on Mistress’s firm nipples. Something that made her squirm. When she failed to push me away, or roll over, I took that as a “go”. Instead, she made some encouraging sounds. When she rolled onto her back, my hand snaked between her legs. Very wet.

As I worked my fingers there, I mentioned something that had come to mind as I woke.

“You’ve been keeping the cage on me longer these days, Mistress.”

Wednesday night, she kept it on me through our meet up with our new FetLife friends, releasing me only so I could fuck her when we got home, around 11 pm or so.

Thursday had been my Abstinence Day, and Mistress was feeling a bit under the weather. So the cage stayed on until she was in the mood to be worshipped, well into the evening. And while I took off the “cage” part, I left the steel ring on overnight, because …well it was just easier to leave it there, gripping my cock and balls through the night.

Then the cage was back on Friday morning, after Mistress had the benefit of my full and firm cock before I headed to work. It stayed on through some evening activities in our downtown, to be unlocked only when we slid into bed at around 10 pm.

“Yes….I suppose I have. It’s good for you, Slave. Seems to make you want me more.”

“Maybe so…. Is that it….or….”

My fingers were still working, picking up the pace. Mistress convulsed into a nice little explosion for me, though I kept at it a bit longer, helping her through the aftershocks.

“What, Slave?”

Now her hand was on my cock. It was already firm and ready. But she likes to play a bit, and who am I to object.

“I keep thinking of you stripping for him, Mistress.”

“Yes … does that turn you on, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Did it turn you on? ….you said you weren’t going to … not the first time.”

“It did turn me on, Slave.”

“Did you feel compelled…like you had no choice?”

“Yes… I … needed to do it … once he asked me. Is that OK?”

“Of course, Mistress”.

Mistress’s fingers on my cock were driving me crazy. Fortunately, she rolled away, onto her back again.

“Why don’t you fuck me now, Slave.”

She did not have to ask twice.

As I slid into her, she moaned with delight, and I pressed hard against her, doing the things I knew would bring her close to the edge.

“What are you thinking, Slave?”

She likes to make me talk about it. Knew exactly what I was thinking about.

“You liked him fucking you, didn’t you Mistress?”

“Yes … it was …good.”

“You want him again, don’t you?”

“I do, Slave.”

In fact, they had emailed yesterday, setting up another meeting.

“You’ve been thinking about his cock too, haven’t you Mistress?

“I have Slave.”

“Does that make you wet?”

“It does.”

Mistress and I were clutching one another now, me buried inside her, sliding against her as I listened to her ragged breathing, so close to the breaking point.


“and you liked him using his fingers on you, didn’t you, Mistress?”

“Oh, yes.”

I pulled back a bit, still inside her, but giving my own fingers some space to play with her clit, rubbing it as out bodies slid against one another.

“What was it like begging for him Mistress ….did it turn you on to beg for the right to come?”

She moaned. But I could here her affirmation in the moan.

“How does it feel to beg him, like the way you make me beg?”

”Good, Slave. Very good”. And then Mistress came for me, quaking and moaning, her head thrown back, eyes slammed shut.

And soon I was doing the begging.

"Tell Me What You Are Thinking, Slave."

I woke up early this morning, around 5:30 am. Mistress seemed groggily awake too. We were cuddled close in bed, my cock soft, but a little twitchy, nestled against her firm ass.

“I’m getting up now, Mistress.”

I planned to leave her sleeping. She needs her beauty rests.

She rolled over, clung to me. As my face pressed against her lush, full breasts, I had second thoughts.

So my mouth began to work a bit on Mistress’s firm nipples. Something that made her squirm. When she failed to push me away, or roll over, I took that as a “go”. Instead, she made some encouraging sounds. When she rolled onto her back, my hand snaked between her legs. Very wet.

As I worked my fingers there, I mentioned something that had come to mind as I woke.

“You’ve been keeping the cage on me longer these days, Mistress.”

Wednesday night, she kept it on me through our meet up with our new FetLife friends, releasing me only so I could fuck her when we got home, around 11 pm or so.

Thursday had been my Abstinence Day, and Mistress was feeling a bit under the weather. So the cage stayed on until she was in the mood to be worshipped, well into the evening. And while I took off the “cage” part, I left the steel ring on overnight, because …well it was just easier to leave it there, gripping my cock and balls through the night.

Then the cage was back on Friday morning, after Mistress had the benefit of my full and firm cock before I headed to work. It stayed on through some evening activities in our downtown, to be unlocked only when we slid into bed at around 10 pm.

“Yes….I suppose I have. It’s good for you, Slave. Seems to make you want me more.”

“Maybe so…. Is that it….or….”

My fingers were still working, picking up the pace. Mistress convulsed into a nice little explosion for me, though I kept at it a bit longer, helping her through the aftershocks.

“What, Slave?”

Now her hand was on my cock. It was already firm and ready. But she likes to play a bit, and who am I to object.

“I keep thinking of you stripping for him, Mistress.”

“Yes … does that turn you on, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Did it turn you on? ….you said you weren’t going to … not the first time.”

“It did turn me on, Slave.”

“Did you feel compelled…like you had no choice?”

“Yes… I … needed to do it … once he asked me. Is that OK?”

“Of course, Mistress”.

Mistress’s fingers on my cock were driving me crazy. Fortunately, she rolled away, onto her back again.

“Why don’t you fuck me now, Slave.”

She did not have to ask twice.

As I slid into her, she moaned with delight, and I pressed hard against her, doing the things I knew would bring her close to the edge.

“What are you thinking, Slave?”

She likes to make me talk about it. Knew exactly what I was thinking about.

“You liked him fucking you, didn’t you Mistress?”

“Yes … it was …good.”

“You want him again, don’t you?”

“I do, Slave.”

In fact, they had emailed yesterday, setting up another meeting.

“You’ve been thinking about his cock too, haven’t you Mistress?

“I have Slave.”

“Does that make you wet?”

“It does.”

Mistress and I were clutching one another now, me buried inside her, sliding against her as I listened to her ragged breathing, so close to the breaking point.


“and you liked him using his fingers on you, didn’t you, Mistress?”

“Oh, yes.”

I pulled back a bit, still inside her, but giving my own fingers some space to play with her clit, rubbing it as out bodies slid against one another.

“What was it like begging for him Mistress ….did it turn you on to beg for the right to come?”

She moaned. But I could here her affirmation in the moan.

“How does it feel to beg him, like the way you make me beg?”

”Good, Slave. Very good”. And then Mistress came for me, quaking and moaning, her head thrown back, eyes slammed shut.

And soon I was doing the begging.

"Tell Me What You Are Thinking, Slave."

I woke up early this morning, around 5:30 am. Mistress seemed groggily awake too. We were cuddled close in bed, my cock soft, but a little twitchy, nestled against her firm ass.

“I’m getting up now, Mistress.”

I planned to leave her sleeping. She needs her beauty rests.

She rolled over, clung to me. As my face pressed against her lush, full breasts, I had second thoughts.

So my mouth began to work a bit on Mistress’s firm nipples. Something that made her squirm. When she failed to push me away, or roll over, I took that as a “go”. Instead, she made some encouraging sounds. When she rolled onto her back, my hand snaked between her legs. Very wet.

As I worked my fingers there, I mentioned something that had come to mind as I woke.

“You’ve been keeping the cage on me longer these days, Mistress.”

Wednesday night, she kept it on me through our meet up with our new FetLife friends, releasing me only so I could fuck her when we got home, around 11 pm or so.

Thursday had been my Abstinence Day, and Mistress was feeling a bit under the weather. So the cage stayed on until she was in the mood to be worshipped, well into the evening. And while I took off the “cage” part, I left the steel ring on overnight, because …well it was just easier to leave it there, gripping my cock and balls through the night.

Then the cage was back on Friday morning, after Mistress had the benefit of my full and firm cock before I headed to work. It stayed on through some evening activities in our downtown, to be unlocked only when we slid into bed at around 10 pm.

“Yes….I suppose I have. It’s good for you, Slave. Seems to make you want me more.”

“Maybe so…. Is that it….or….”

My fingers were still working, picking up the pace. Mistress convulsed into a nice little explosion for me, though I kept at it a bit longer, helping her through the aftershocks.

“What, Slave?”

Now her hand was on my cock. It was already firm and ready. But she likes to play a bit, and who am I to object.

“I keep thinking of you stripping for him, Mistress.”

“Yes … does that turn you on, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Did it turn you on? ….you said you weren’t going to … not the first time.”

“It did turn me on, Slave.”

“Did you feel compelled…like you had no choice?”

“Yes… I … needed to do it … once he asked me. Is that OK?”

“Of course, Mistress”.

Mistress’s fingers on my cock were driving me crazy. Fortunately, she rolled away, onto her back again.

“Why don’t you fuck me now, Slave.”

She did not have to ask twice.

As I slid into her, she moaned with delight, and I pressed hard against her, doing the things I knew would bring her close to the edge.

“What are you thinking, Slave?”

She likes to make me talk about it. Knew exactly what I was thinking about.

“You liked him fucking you, didn’t you Mistress?”

“Yes … it was …good.”

“You want him again, don’t you?”

“I do, Slave.”

In fact, they had emailed yesterday, setting up another meeting.

“You’ve been thinking about his cock too, haven’t you Mistress?

“I have Slave.”

“Does that make you wet?”

“It does.”

Mistress and I were clutching one another now, me buried inside her, sliding against her as I listened to her ragged breathing, so close to the breaking point.


“and you liked him using his fingers on you, didn’t you, Mistress?”

“Oh, yes.”

I pulled back a bit, still inside her, but giving my own fingers some space to play with her clit, rubbing it as out bodies slid against one another.

“What was it like begging for him Mistress ….did it turn you on to beg for the right to come?”

She moaned. But I could here her affirmation in the moan.

“How does it feel to beg him, like the way you make me beg?”

”Good, Slave. Very good”. And then Mistress came for me, quaking and moaning, her head thrown back, eyes slammed shut.

And soon I was doing the begging.

MIck and Molly Make New Friends

This week Mick and Molly met for drinks with a charming couple we “friended“ on fet life. They live across the river that our River City smacks up against, not too far away.

D and N moved here not long ago from out West, much to our consternation. Nothing like trading in 300 days a year of sunshine for the gloom of the heartland. But family called.

D, the male part of the couple, is the strong but seemingly laid back Dom. N is his cute and very feisty Slave. He’s a bit younger than Mick. She’s a bit younger than Molly.

Their FetLife page intrigued us. They are very much into the “Lifestyle”, wheras Mick and Molly keep all this stuff very private (unless you happen to read this crazy blog). They have posed for and posted lots of provocative photos: N's naked bottom glowing red; kinky costumes; various restraining devices; and plenty of implements of “punishment”. Interesting stuff.

Then there was D’s message to Molly, sent after he perused her posting and a bit of our blog:

“I am intrigued by the cuckold lifestyle. It wouldn’t work for me since sexually I am clearly Dominant. But the idea of tormenting some poor husband while his wife is made to serve is interesting.”

Mistress got back in touch, and we agreed to meet.

When we finally sat down with D and N in a local bistro, the real buzz was in actually talking about what we do and how we do it, face to face with real folks.

Mistress was a natural in taking charge, leading the conversation and “grilling” our new friends about their lives in the BDSM world. They seemed happy to share with us naive newbies.

Hearing Mistress call me her Slave outside the privacy of the bedroom, was … arousing. Calling her “Mistress” in public was a thrill.

They talked about how they met, some of the rules she must follow, and how they work their 24/7 relationship into their family and work life.

They told us about the public and private play parties that we have only speculated about. Interesting, though we are a bit hesitant to “go public” in what is a small town.

And they described the “secret” dungeon hidden behind some cabinets in their basement.



Mistress had me locked away in my cage, and when she talked about how we found it on line, and got the measurements right, my cock was twitching against the cold steel.

When we parted we agreed to meet again soon, and show them some of the attractions on our side of the River.

I think Molly was intrigued, and tempted, when D talked about his training in the arts of bondage and “impact play”, and the psychology of training and commanding a female slave.


Who knows … maybe someday D and N will give us a tour of their dungeon.

MIck and Molly Make New Friends

This week Mick and Molly met for drinks with a charming couple we “friended“ on fet life. They live across the river that our River City smacks up against, not too far away.

D and N moved here not long ago from out West, much to our consternation. Nothing like trading in 300 days a year of sunshine for the gloom of the heartland. But family called.

D, the male part of the couple, is the strong but seemingly laid back Dom. N is his cute and very feisty Slave. He’s a bit younger than Mick. She’s a bit younger than Molly.

Their FetLife page intrigued us. They are very much into the “Lifestyle”, wheras Mick and Molly keep all this stuff very private (unless you happen to read this crazy blog). They have posed for and posted lots of provocative photos: N's naked bottom glowing red; kinky costumes; various restraining devices; and plenty of implements of “punishment”. Interesting stuff.

Then there was D’s message to Molly, sent after he perused her posting and a bit of our blog:

“I am intrigued by the cuckold lifestyle. It wouldn’t work for me since sexually I am clearly Dominant. But the idea of tormenting some poor husband while his wife is made to serve is interesting.”

Mistress got back in touch, and we agreed to meet.

When we finally sat down with D and N in a local bistro, the real buzz was in actually talking about what we do and how we do it, face to face with real folks.

Mistress was a natural in taking charge, leading the conversation and “grilling” our new friends about their lives in the BDSM world. They seemed happy to share with us naive newbies.

Hearing Mistress call me her Slave outside the privacy of the bedroom, was … arousing. Calling her “Mistress” in public was a thrill.

They talked about how they met, some of the rules she must follow, and how they work their 24/7 relationship into their family and work life.

They told us about the public and private play parties that we have only speculated about. Interesting, though we are a bit hesitant to “go public” in what is a small town.

And they described the “secret” dungeon hidden behind some cabinets in their basement.



Mistress had me locked away in my cage, and when she talked about how we found it on line, and got the measurements right, my cock was twitching against the cold steel.

When we parted we agreed to meet again soon, and show them some of the attractions on our side of the River.

I think Molly was intrigued, and tempted, when D talked about his training in the arts of bondage and “impact play”, and the psychology of training and commanding a female slave.


Who knows … maybe someday D and N will give us a tour of their dungeon.

MIck and Molly Make New Friends

This week Mick and Molly met for drinks with a charming couple we “friended“ on fet life. They live across the river that our River City smacks up against, not too far away.

D and N moved here not long ago from out West, much to our consternation. Nothing like trading in 300 days a year of sunshine for the gloom of the heartland. But family called.

D, the male part of the couple, is the strong but seemingly laid back Dom. N is his cute and very feisty Slave. He’s a bit younger than Mick. She’s a bit younger than Molly.

Their FetLife page intrigued us. They are very much into the “Lifestyle”, wheras Mick and Molly keep all this stuff very private (unless you happen to read this crazy blog). They have posed for and posted lots of provocative photos: N's naked bottom glowing red; kinky costumes; various restraining devices; and plenty of implements of “punishment”. Interesting stuff.

Then there was D’s message to Molly, sent after he perused her posting and a bit of our blog:

“I am intrigued by the cuckold lifestyle. It wouldn’t work for me since sexually I am clearly Dominant. But the idea of tormenting some poor husband while his wife is made to serve is interesting.”

Mistress got back in touch, and we agreed to meet.

When we finally sat down with D and N in a local bistro, the real buzz was in actually talking about what we do and how we do it, face to face with real folks.

Mistress was a natural in taking charge, leading the conversation and “grilling” our new friends about their lives in the BDSM world. They seemed happy to share with us naive newbies.

Hearing Mistress call me her Slave outside the privacy of the bedroom, was … arousing. Calling her “Mistress” in public was a thrill.

They talked about how they met, some of the rules she must follow, and how they work their 24/7 relationship into their family and work life.

They told us about the public and private play parties that we have only speculated about. Interesting, though we are a bit hesitant to “go public” in what is a small town.

And they described the “secret” dungeon hidden behind some cabinets in their basement.



Mistress had me locked away in my cage, and when she talked about how we found it on line, and got the measurements right, my cock was twitching against the cold steel.

When we parted we agreed to meet again soon, and show them some of the attractions on our side of the River.

I think Molly was intrigued, and tempted, when D talked about his training in the arts of bondage and “impact play”, and the psychology of training and commanding a female slave.


Who knows … maybe someday D and N will give us a tour of their dungeon.

MIck and Molly Make New Friends

This week Mick and Molly met for drinks with a charming couple we “friended“ on fet life. They live across the river that our River City smacks up against, not too far away.

D and N moved here not long ago from out West, much to our consternation. Nothing like trading in 300 days a year of sunshine for the gloom of the heartland. But family called.

D, the male part of the couple, is the strong but seemingly laid back Dom. N is his cute and very feisty Slave. He’s a bit younger than Mick. She’s a bit younger than Molly.

Their FetLife page intrigued us. They are very much into the “Lifestyle”, wheras Mick and Molly keep all this stuff very private (unless you happen to read this crazy blog). They have posed for and posted lots of provocative photos: N's naked bottom glowing red; kinky costumes; various restraining devices; and plenty of implements of “punishment”. Interesting stuff.

Then there was D’s message to Molly, sent after he perused her posting and a bit of our blog:

“I am intrigued by the cuckold lifestyle. It wouldn’t work for me since sexually I am clearly Dominant. But the idea of tormenting some poor husband while his wife is made to serve is interesting.”

Mistress got back in touch, and we agreed to meet.

When we finally sat down with D and N in a local bistro, the real buzz was in actually talking about what we do and how we do it, face to face with real folks.

Mistress was a natural in taking charge, leading the conversation and “grilling” our new friends about their lives in the BDSM world. They seemed happy to share with us naive newbies.

Hearing Mistress call me her Slave outside the privacy of the bedroom, was … arousing. Calling her “Mistress” in public was a thrill.

They talked about how they met, some of the rules she must follow, and how they work their 24/7 relationship into their family and work life.

They told us about the public and private play parties that we have only speculated about. Interesting, though we are a bit hesitant to “go public” in what is a small town.

And they described the “secret” dungeon hidden behind some cabinets in their basement.



Mistress had me locked away in my cage, and when she talked about how we found it on line, and got the measurements right, my cock was twitching against the cold steel.

When we parted we agreed to meet again soon, and show them some of the attractions on our side of the River.

I think Molly was intrigued, and tempted, when D talked about his training in the arts of bondage and “impact play”, and the psychology of training and commanding a female slave.


Who knows … maybe someday D and N will give us a tour of their dungeon.

The Day After

I woke up this morning, pressed against Mistress’s delightful bottom, my cock throbbing for her. Mistress was twitching about herself in her sleep, and the motion of her firm cheeks against me were getting me harder. Hmmm.

The fact that it was my deferred Abstinence Day was already troubling. Rather than press the point or wiggle away, I climbed out of bed, grabbed my laptop, and the steel ring of my cage and came downstairs to do my “homework”.

Before Mistress went off on her adventure with her new Dom on Tuesday, she spoke “Wife to Husband” to me for a few moments.

“You know I don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning angry at me.”

I gave her my assurances. Told her that I did not think that would be a problem. I wanted to honor my contract, and suspected that if anything, her adventure would bring us closer together and make me want her all the more.

But, truth be told, neither of us knew how we would feel once Mistress gave herself, no matter how briefly, to another.

Well, on the morning after, I let my cock do the thinking. And it was very much purpose driven. It was on a reclamation project. And fortunately, Mistress had given me a one day reprieve from my Abstinence Day obligations.

Mistress had shared some details: how after some talk and a description of his rules, she had been led to his bedroom and told “it was time” to submit to inspection.

She thought she would say “no” on this first private encounter, as he said was her right. But when the time came, he must have been persuasive. She described how she had slowly stripped for him, under his appraising eye, as he sat watching her. And how he required her to kneel to allow him to touch and stimulate her tits and nipples.

“Did that make you, wet, Mistress.”

“Yes. He commented on that.”

“How, Mistress?”

“He touched me there. Told me how wet I was.”


As I sat down here with my coffee yesterday morning, the hard steel ring collecting my cock and balls, those thoughts inspired my prose and had me up the stairs early. Mistress seemed impressed with when she reached for my cock and discovered how hard and determined it was to take her cunt back, at least for the time being.

It slid where his fingers and cock had been the night before. And by the time we were done, I believed my reclamation project had gotten off to a nice start.

When I got out of the shower, I presented myself to Mistress for her to secure the lock on my cage. She clicked the lock shut, then mentioned that she had received an email from her Sir.

“Did he seem happy with you, Mistress.”

“Yeah. Seems so. I forwarded it to you. Tell me what you think.”

As I ate my breakfast, I thumbed through my emails on my blackberry and found Sir’s message. He described how, like me, he woke in the morning with a cock that was full, with thoughts of his fingering and fucking my Mistress’s tight cunt. He asked whether she enjoyed tasting and touching his cock and balls. And whether she wanted him to take her again.

My own cock strained against its steel restraints. It might be a long day.

As I kissed Mistress goodbye, I asked whether she enjoyed knowing that two men had hard cocks for her this morning.

“It’s a nice thing, Slave.”

Mistress stopped by my office before lunch, before heading home after an early meeting. I was ready to devour her, and quickly pushed the chair against my door, laying the fleece blanket down to absorb our juices and kneeling. She must have been anxious too, because she had already pulled down her dark brown tights to give me access.

As my mouth worked away at her, I muttered a question that had been eating at me all morning.

“So did you respond to your friend’s email Mistress?”

“Yes”.

“And”.

“I told him I would like to see him again.”

Soon Mistress was coming bucking against my mouth. And when I looked up she had a very devilish look on her face, as if to say “aren’t you a desperate little Slave.”. Mistress has both the right and a canny ability to press her Slave’s buttons.

When I got home, the teens were off to visit their trainer, and Mistress was napping. She was tired. I lay down next to her and we rested together. Mistress commented that all those orgasms must haven taken their toll. I tried to sympathize.

She kept my cage on for our engagement later that evening: a first meeting with a charming and intriguing couple found through the crazy world of FetLIfe. (Will talk about that later this week).

We got home near 11, and on many such late “work night” evenings it might be natural for us to defer any sexual activity until the morning. But Mistress and I were both a little randy. All the talk we had shared with this couple about the “lifestyle”, and Mistress’s frank description of some of the otherwise hidden details of our life had put both of us in a serious state of arousal. And of course my imagination was still working overtime as a result of Mistress’s adventure.

Mistress instructed me to insert my probe, making me all the harder for her. The power tool was deployed, driving Mistress to full throttle. By the time we were done … well, I felt that my reclamation project was in full swing.

The Day After

I woke up this morning, pressed against Mistress’s delightful bottom, my cock throbbing for her. Mistress was twitching about herself in her sleep, and the motion of her firm cheeks against me were getting me harder. Hmmm.

The fact that it was my deferred Abstinence Day was already troubling. Rather than press the point or wiggle away, I climbed out of bed, grabbed my laptop, and the steel ring of my cage and came downstairs to do my “homework”.

Before Mistress went off on her adventure with her new Dom on Tuesday, she spoke “Wife to Husband” to me for a few moments.

“You know I don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning angry at me.”

I gave her my assurances. Told her that I did not think that would be a problem. I wanted to honor my contract, and suspected that if anything, her adventure would bring us closer together and make me want her all the more.

But, truth be told, neither of us knew how we would feel once Mistress gave herself, no matter how briefly, to another.

Well, on the morning after, I let my cock do the thinking. And it was very much purpose driven. It was on a reclamation project. And fortunately, Mistress had given me a one day reprieve from my Abstinence Day obligations.

Mistress had shared some details: how after some talk and a description of his rules, she had been led to his bedroom and told “it was time” to submit to inspection.

She thought she would say “no” on this first private encounter, as he said was her right. But when the time came, he must have been persuasive. She described how she had slowly stripped for him, under his appraising eye, as he sat watching her. And how he required her to kneel to allow him to touch and stimulate her tits and nipples.

“Did that make you, wet, Mistress.”

“Yes. He commented on that.”

“How, Mistress?”

“He touched me there. Told me how wet I was.”


As I sat down here with my coffee yesterday morning, the hard steel ring collecting my cock and balls, those thoughts inspired my prose and had me up the stairs early. Mistress seemed impressed with when she reached for my cock and discovered how hard and determined it was to take her cunt back, at least for the time being.

It slid where his fingers and cock had been the night before. And by the time we were done, I believed my reclamation project had gotten off to a nice start.

When I got out of the shower, I presented myself to Mistress for her to secure the lock on my cage. She clicked the lock shut, then mentioned that she had received an email from her Sir.

“Did he seem happy with you, Mistress.”

“Yeah. Seems so. I forwarded it to you. Tell me what you think.”

As I ate my breakfast, I thumbed through my emails on my blackberry and found Sir’s message. He described how, like me, he woke in the morning with a cock that was full, with thoughts of his fingering and fucking my Mistress’s tight cunt. He asked whether she enjoyed tasting and touching his cock and balls. And whether she wanted him to take her again.

My own cock strained against its steel restraints. It might be a long day.

As I kissed Mistress goodbye, I asked whether she enjoyed knowing that two men had hard cocks for her this morning.

“It’s a nice thing, Slave.”

Mistress stopped by my office before lunch, before heading home after an early meeting. I was ready to devour her, and quickly pushed the chair against my door, laying the fleece blanket down to absorb our juices and kneeling. She must have been anxious too, because she had already pulled down her dark brown tights to give me access.

As my mouth worked away at her, I muttered a question that had been eating at me all morning.

“So did you respond to your friend’s email Mistress?”

“Yes”.

“And”.

“I told him I would like to see him again.”

Soon Mistress was coming bucking against my mouth. And when I looked up she had a very devilish look on her face, as if to say “aren’t you a desperate little Slave.”. Mistress has both the right and a canny ability to press her Slave’s buttons.

When I got home, the teens were off to visit their trainer, and Mistress was napping. She was tired. I lay down next to her and we rested together. Mistress commented that all those orgasms must haven taken their toll. I tried to sympathize.

She kept my cage on for our engagement later that evening: a first meeting with a charming and intriguing couple found through the crazy world of FetLIfe. (Will talk about that later this week).

We got home near 11, and on many such late “work night” evenings it might be natural for us to defer any sexual activity until the morning. But Mistress and I were both a little randy. All the talk we had shared with this couple about the “lifestyle”, and Mistress’s frank description of some of the otherwise hidden details of our life had put both of us in a serious state of arousal. And of course my imagination was still working overtime as a result of Mistress’s adventure.

Mistress instructed me to insert my probe, making me all the harder for her. The power tool was deployed, driving Mistress to full throttle. By the time we were done … well, I felt that my reclamation project was in full swing.

The Day After

I woke up this morning, pressed against Mistress’s delightful bottom, my cock throbbing for her. Mistress was twitching about herself in her sleep, and the motion of her firm cheeks against me were getting me harder. Hmmm.

The fact that it was my deferred Abstinence Day was already troubling. Rather than press the point or wiggle away, I climbed out of bed, grabbed my laptop, and the steel ring of my cage and came downstairs to do my “homework”.

Before Mistress went off on her adventure with her new Dom on Tuesday, she spoke “Wife to Husband” to me for a few moments.

“You know I don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning angry at me.”

I gave her my assurances. Told her that I did not think that would be a problem. I wanted to honor my contract, and suspected that if anything, her adventure would bring us closer together and make me want her all the more.

But, truth be told, neither of us knew how we would feel once Mistress gave herself, no matter how briefly, to another.

Well, on the morning after, I let my cock do the thinking. And it was very much purpose driven. It was on a reclamation project. And fortunately, Mistress had given me a one day reprieve from my Abstinence Day obligations.

Mistress had shared some details: how after some talk and a description of his rules, she had been led to his bedroom and told “it was time” to submit to inspection.

She thought she would say “no” on this first private encounter, as he said was her right. But when the time came, he must have been persuasive. She described how she had slowly stripped for him, under his appraising eye, as he sat watching her. And how he required her to kneel to allow him to touch and stimulate her tits and nipples.

“Did that make you, wet, Mistress.”

“Yes. He commented on that.”

“How, Mistress?”

“He touched me there. Told me how wet I was.”


As I sat down here with my coffee yesterday morning, the hard steel ring collecting my cock and balls, those thoughts inspired my prose and had me up the stairs early. Mistress seemed impressed with when she reached for my cock and discovered how hard and determined it was to take her cunt back, at least for the time being.

It slid where his fingers and cock had been the night before. And by the time we were done, I believed my reclamation project had gotten off to a nice start.

When I got out of the shower, I presented myself to Mistress for her to secure the lock on my cage. She clicked the lock shut, then mentioned that she had received an email from her Sir.

“Did he seem happy with you, Mistress.”

“Yeah. Seems so. I forwarded it to you. Tell me what you think.”

As I ate my breakfast, I thumbed through my emails on my blackberry and found Sir’s message. He described how, like me, he woke in the morning with a cock that was full, with thoughts of his fingering and fucking my Mistress’s tight cunt. He asked whether she enjoyed tasting and touching his cock and balls. And whether she wanted him to take her again.

My own cock strained against its steel restraints. It might be a long day.

As I kissed Mistress goodbye, I asked whether she enjoyed knowing that two men had hard cocks for her this morning.

“It’s a nice thing, Slave.”

Mistress stopped by my office before lunch, before heading home after an early meeting. I was ready to devour her, and quickly pushed the chair against my door, laying the fleece blanket down to absorb our juices and kneeling. She must have been anxious too, because she had already pulled down her dark brown tights to give me access.

As my mouth worked away at her, I muttered a question that had been eating at me all morning.

“So did you respond to your friend’s email Mistress?”

“Yes”.

“And”.

“I told him I would like to see him again.”

Soon Mistress was coming bucking against my mouth. And when I looked up she had a very devilish look on her face, as if to say “aren’t you a desperate little Slave.”. Mistress has both the right and a canny ability to press her Slave’s buttons.

When I got home, the teens were off to visit their trainer, and Mistress was napping. She was tired. I lay down next to her and we rested together. Mistress commented that all those orgasms must haven taken their toll. I tried to sympathize.

She kept my cage on for our engagement later that evening: a first meeting with a charming and intriguing couple found through the crazy world of FetLIfe. (Will talk about that later this week).

We got home near 11, and on many such late “work night” evenings it might be natural for us to defer any sexual activity until the morning. But Mistress and I were both a little randy. All the talk we had shared with this couple about the “lifestyle”, and Mistress’s frank description of some of the otherwise hidden details of our life had put both of us in a serious state of arousal. And of course my imagination was still working overtime as a result of Mistress’s adventure.

Mistress instructed me to insert my probe, making me all the harder for her. The power tool was deployed, driving Mistress to full throttle. By the time we were done … well, I felt that my reclamation project was in full swing.