The Challenges of Multi-Tasking

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.

Oops.

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.

More Cage Time for Slave on Horizon

Mistress has been sucked into one of those macho River City ritual’s today…. The 7:30 am breakfast meeting. It was invented by guys of a certain generation who like to nurture the impression that their schedules are so invaluable that it can not be heard of that they would arrive at their offices to take charge of the helm any earlier than 8:30 am. So as a result, any time spent on civic activities or professional “catching up” must be commence no later than 7:30 or so.

(This also leaves time for afternoons on the golf course, or a lunch time work-out at some all male athletic club. This also assumes you have a “good wife” at home tending to the domestic chores of sending the little tikes off to school, and that one never would think about “wake up” sex with that wife that might slow you down on the way out the door).

This is a too long lead in to the fact that I’m up early and have a short window for blogging, because I’ll be driving mistress this morning to her breakfast engagement.

I was happy to do the driving, because it means a day off from cage time. Our rule has been that Slave is in his cage when we drive separately. And Mistress’s work arrangements have changed recently so that our regular drives to work may well be a thing of the past.

“You know Save, I’m going to miss our driving to work more than anything …. But this also means you are going to have to get used to wearing that cage again on a moe regular basis.

Yesterday seemed like a start to that. She had the benefit of my hard cock for wake up sex, already contained by that steel ring that forms the base of my cage, surrounding my cock and balls.

Then, after my shower, as she lolled in bed a little longer, sending off some emails, I presented myself with the cage in place and she shut the lock with a little faux sympathetic smile.

“Does that make you feel more secure, Mistress.”

“Definitely, Slave.”

As it turned out, Mistress had to be downtown for a lunch meeting, and I even saw her briefly on our square as I ate a sandwich and she was heading to meet her lunch partner.

“I’ll stop by your office when I’m done, Slave….”

Of course, I knew what that meant. And was happy to greet her when she arrived, closing the door and pushing the chair into place for a little “dessert”.

Yum. 

It had been a while since I’d had a chance for some lunch time worship.

Afterwards she shared an interesting development.

Our regular readers may recall that a few weeks ago I mentioned that Mistress had been solicited over Collar Me by an interesting gentleman of European background who took an interest in her posting for a “part time Dom”.

They had chatted a bit, but then he left the country for a few weeks for some exotic vacation.

He’s back.

He and Mistress have been exchanging some provocative text messages over those weeks.

And they both realized in some exchanges yesterday morning that they’d be downtown.

We’ve not picked a blog name for him yet, so let’s just call him A for now.

“So Slave…. A’s down here today …. At his business. And he suggested maybe I walk down and say hello.”

I raised an eyebrow. 

“Sounds intriguing, Mistress….”

She told me the address, asking for some directions. And, dutiful slave that I am, I offered to walk her down the street for her little meet.

As we strolled in the mid afternoon sun, hand in hand, she gave me that look.

“Are you OK with this Slave?”

“Of course, Mistress…..”

She is very considerate about all this for her Slave….

Soon we were at her destination, just two short blocks from my office.

“Well Slave…. here we are…. Maybe you should go back now. It might be a little awkward if you showed up too.”

“No problem Mistress….”

Well I hear Mistress up now, and I’d better hop in the shower with her. I guess we will have to continue this little adventure later.

Countdown

With little to report from River City, I am resorting once again to sultry images of Mistress from adventures past to catch your eye. I hope you will take the photo as a fair substitute for recounting any adventures here, where  I remain a sad and lonely Slave, pining for my Mistress.

I wonder if she'll remember the when and where of this particular switch day if she has a chance to look at the blog this morning before she and the sullen teen head out for their final day of college visits before they head back to us here tomorrow morning.

Our WC understands how bereft of bloggable content I am without Mistress here as my muse. At some point yesterday afternoon he sent be a text message; "This is no way to find bog fodder."

So true, WC.

Once again, I spent my workday in the cage. I was fortunate to get early release authorization as I drove home last night, allowing me to go for a bike ride before assuring that the elder teen was well fed. I'm marveling that she is staying home and making her Dad tend to her needs, only a week before she heads off to start the next phase of her life.

Then I settled into watching the enemy combatants take the stage for the latest GOP Presidential debate. Scary stuff for those of you who think that those who hope to lead our diminished nation should have at least some limb planted in reality. The only mildly amusing Q and A was when some hapless reporter asked the Congresswoman from Mars , errr, Minnesota, what she meant when she said she was happy to "submit" to her husband, as the bible dictates.

Sadly, the response did not involve anything to do with chains, collars, or cock worship. and if you've checked out Marcus Bachmann, you can probably understand why.

But then Michelle showed her claws, bitch slapping her former Governor into a cowering hunk of flesh. I wonder how many stitches it took for his cut man to close the claw marks she left on his face during their next poddy break.

Maybe Michelle is really more Domme than Sub.


Last night, as we talked before bedtime, Mistress and I came to grips with the fact that  suddenly it is now  less than a week before our little nest is cleared out. I know, you've been hearing this dumbeat for a while now. But, in reality, the time has flown for us.

This weekend, we have a family funeral to attend a few hours away. The girls will be joining us, which is going to cramp our hopes for some quick and dirty goings on after these four nights of solitude. Then, back in River City on Sunday night, we need to get them packed up and ready to fly: one off to Europe on Wednesday for her final year of high school; the other off to college on Thursday just 90 minutes or so away.

So while things may be a little harried here, with not nearly enough time for our typical naughty these next few days..... a week from this morning we will be waking in our empty home.  

Stay tuned.

Now it's time for Slave to go shower, cage up, and face the day.

Have a good one all, and if you see Mistress on the streets of Boston today, tell her her Slave misses her.

Slave Solo

Mistress is off to the East Coast version of the City by the Bay with our sullen teen II, taking a tour of some college campuses.

She’s left me here in River City, with no babysitter, unlike the well supervised Tammy at All Mine. Though I do have our other teen to keep an eye on (and keep an eye on me).

Mistress went to the trouble of waking a little earlier than needed this am, making time for us to engage in some wake up sex, before we were both in the shower. I know I will miss our typical “two a days” while she is gone, and I suspect Mistress may be a little horny too before she gets home, since she and our daughter will be sharing a room on the banks of the River Charles.

I do have some rather unambiguous rules to follow while she is gone: my cage must be worn every day; I will send her a photo of me in it in the am, and of course she has the right to request a photo during the day, just to make sure I did not shed it earlier than allowed.

(I suppose I am being cut a break in that there are no “keyholders” minding my status while she is away).

I also need to ask permission to take the cage off at the end of the day. Today Mistress was generous enough to cut me some slack so I could take a bike ride before preparing dinner for our daughter and myself.

Meanwhile, out on the Coast, Mistress and our other daughter were enjoying a hearty seafood meal. Our daughter was pining for a lobster and seems to have scored.

Of course, the sad part is that Mistress is not too far from Jay and Tammy, from ALL Mine, who are sorely missing Suzanne. The thought of Mistress pitching in on the babysitting watch certainly is appealing.

But while I know Mistress is dying of curiosity to meet both of them, there is also a little trepidation about the notion of “blogs worlds” colliding. And it might be a little hard to explain who these intriguing guys are to the sullen teen.

“Mommy… exactly how do you know these guys?”

It could be a little hard to explain.

Tonight, before she went back to her hotel room and those prying ears, Mistress asked me if I wanted o exercise the privilege of taking matters into my own hands tonight.

“I’m probably OK tonight Mistress.  We had some hot sex this morning,

after all.”

That’s true, Slave, but I want you to do it on the morning when you wake up, and email me about what you were thinking about….”

“I think I can handle that assignment, Mistress.”

And so I shall.

Before shutting down for the evening, I did want to thank Donna for her very evocative post on Monday. She left a comment, and sent me an email, wondering whether her subject was a little too deep and sober for these pages.

“I don’t want to hurt your traffic at UFCTMW, Mick by bringing people down”, was the gist of her message.

Donna, not to worry.  It’s nice that you  add a touch of class to these sordid pages from time to time.  I can pander away with hot photos of Mistress and my snarky commentary the other 6 days of the week.

And if that doesn’t work, I can always toss in an ancient file photo of our Western Correspondent.

Back in His Cage

Molly worked from home yesterday, and took the kids to lunch before we put them on a fancy bus for a trip to the Windy City for the weekend.

Dare I say it: good riddance!!!!  They’ve been a little too close to home the last two weeks. It is their interregnum between their summer activities and their “new lives” – one off to college and the other off to a year of study abroad. But for some reason they seem unable over these last two weeks to get their asses…. Errr….pert little tushes, off the couch and do something productive, or even amusing.

I ask myself --- what would Mick have done on a summer day with car keys and some money in my pocket at age 18 or 19. There are an unlimited number of answers (including Woodstock). One of them is definitely not: stay at home and complain to Mommy and Daddy that I’m bored.

When 18 and 19 year olds constantly remind you that they are “bored”, and it seems our plates are way overloaded, I want to say “get a job”, or “pitch in”…. but enough of this rant.

The good news is that they are gone for a 3 nights leaving Molly and Mick alone at home.

Now, since we did not drive to work together, Mistress insisted that I wear my cage yesterday. She’s been pretty easy on me of late, mostly because we have been going to work together, and the heat has been stifling.

“I don’t want to be too cruel, Slave….”

But yesterday, and today as well are different stories.

“I think it’s time to get you used to that cage again, Slave.”

I made sure the hard steel ring was containing my cock and balls before I went up to serve Mistress yesterday morning. And after she finished my abbreviated blog, and after I had pleasured her with lips and tongue, she turned her attention to the work-a-day dick, already growing within the containment of that steel ring.

“Ummmm…. I’ve missed what this thing does to my cock….”

Sure enough, with some slight attention from those well manicured fingers, Mistress had at her disposal something that was rock hard and pointing directly at her.

The result generated several more cums for her, and a rather explosive one for me, despite some sleep deprivation, and the excellent treatment I had received just a few hours earlier.

Last evening, after we put the girls on the “Megabus”, (actually an upgrade from Greyhound with free wifi, that our little princesses found all too demeaning), we had the luxury of returning to our empty house.

Mistress released her cock from it’s cage. We rode our bikes over to a local comfort food restaurant for dinner and a beverage, then came home to that empty house once more.

At last, we could leave our bedroom door open for a change as we luxuriated in our privacy.

Of course, there was some blog catching up to do --- particularly amusing was a special guest appearance of Jay over at ALL Mine. You know, the guy with Suzanne’s trophy cock. He did an excellent job at explaining how Suzanne introduced him to the pleasures of his interactions with Tammy.

And then…. After that long day in the cage…. Well, I bet you get  the picture.

HNT / Q. and A. with our Senior Correspondent

The rising sun was shining through our bedroom window yesterday morning, and there was my beloved Mistress, lazing across the bed, naked, just waking from her beauty rest.

She confirmed that I would be wearing my cage again for the day – our sullen teen had consented to come down and chill at her office this week as an alternative to hanging around the house solo and therefore we would be driving separately. One can’t expect a teen to get out the door by 8:30 am!

But before I retrieved the steel ring that forms the base of my cage from my sock drawer, I picked up the camera to take a few shots of Molly to share with you. Almost artsy, don’t you think? (She even approved with out any cropping or snipping).

After that, it was a dive between Mistress’s legs, as she read my rather abbreviated post from yesterday. And once she had set aside the laptop and allowed herself a little wakeup cum, she was ready for the main course.

Reaching down to grip my tightly contained cock and balls, she made sure with a few deft strokes that I was properly engorged.

“Why don’t you fuck me now, Slave….”

“Happily, Mistress….”

Afterwards, she made sure my cage was locked tight, then I was off to work, and she was out for an early morning bike ride before having the nerve to wake the teen for a more abbreviated workday.

On my home, I made a call to our Senior Correspondent for a little editorial conference – wondering if I could prompt her for a contribution for me to use later in the week to make up for a little writer’s block.

She had a couple of questions that I answered, and thought I would share both with you:

Q. So, Mick, maybe it’s a little too personal, but doesn’t that cage get uncomfortable in this hot weather….

A. No, not too personal, Donna, since you know all sorts of embarrassing stuff about us already… Here’s the deal. It’s really only uncomfortable in the morning…. That blood gets trapped in my balls on the way to work for some reason, and it gets tight and actually kind of painful… in fact yesterday I was squirming and whining to myself on the drive in, wondering of I could make it through the day…. But it amy be a mind over matter deal. If I can mentally focus and somehow ‘persuade’ the blood vessels down there to relax, then relief is in sight….and once I start walking around in the office, and get distracted by the day’s activities, I can actually forget about it… at least until it’s time to take a leak. But since it seems to make Molly so much more secure, I can’t complain, can I?

Q; You mentioned Molly being insecure the other day. She’s so beautiful. Has a great job and family. What’s to be insecure about?

A. Well ask her about it, but yeah, she can be insecure. I screwed up back in 2008 when we had the whole commuter marriage thing going, and that other woman is still around. I don’t think she really thinks I would ever do that again, but if this makes her feel better, a little more secure, then it’s worth the sacrifice of a little discomfort from time to time. As with so many things, it goes back to her parents… in this case her father. And the whole Contract concept really arose from my desire to make her feel much more secure in our marriage… plus the bonus is that it can be quite a turn on too!

Q. SO what about the orgasm in the cage that Suzanne described the other day involving Tammy…. What’s with that….

A. You got me… no way I can imagine doing that… maybe his cage fits differently. Or his penis really is as small as Suzanne teases him about. (Sorry Tammy…. Maybe you can explain how that works on your blog). Maybe it’s an age thing: He’s a lot younger than me. But there’s no way I could cum in my cage.

As thunder storms began to converge on UCTMW’s branch office down in the Appalachians, we signed off. Soon I was home, where Mistress awaited, already down to the turquoise thong shown in a photo earlier this week. And while we had plans for a bike ride, first things first.

“Would you like some worship, Mistress.”

Because the teen has been coming to her office this week, there has been no time for her to slip away for some office devotions.

“Of course, Slave.”

She slipped out of the thong, slid onto the bed, and tossed a small pillow onto the floor for my aging knees.

As I went to work, a text came from the WC. Mistress was trying to see if there was a way to schedule a brief date with him. And then she had an inspiration.

“Look up, Slave…. I’m sending M a photo.”

She snapped. And then showed me a picture of me looking up, mouth still firmly attached to her clean shaven folds, eyebrows raised in amusement, as if I was at a snooty wine tasting in Bordeaux, sampling an insouciant young red with a bit too much tannin….

M was impressed. But that’s not a photo for HNT….

Day in the Cage

Woke up this morning a little later than normal, fans. So this may be a brief post.  I don’t want my morning window of opportunity to serve Mistress to pass by.

Yesterday, we got back on track with our preferred “two a day” regime. There was some very satisfying morning sex, enhanced by the fact that I had been told to the day would be a “cage” day.  Molly had persuaded surly teen #2 to come spend the day at her office, so they would be leaving a little later, and we would not be carpooling it.

So I knew that meant I’d be in my steel cage for the day.

Which was rather tight and ouchy, if you don’t mind me saying. Over at All Mine yesterday, Suzanne told about the ass fucking she gave Tammy, whilst in his cage, and the “contained” orgasm it produced.

Quite frankly, I can’t even imagine that happening with my cage on. No room to stretch out and express one self for my “work-a-day” cock. But more power to Tammy for “gettin’ ‘er done”.

Of course the bonus for Mistress when the ring is on, but the cage cover is not yet in place, is that she gets the particularly firm cock that is produced by the tight hug of that steel ring surrounding my cock and balls.

“Ohhh…. I do like that, Slave.”

And when Slave finally comes, well, as they say in the Irish Spring commercial, “I like it too.”

I had a meeting after work with some political co-conspirators, and the women of the house stopped on the way home for sushi. So the feeding part of the evening was all taken care of when I arrived home around 7 pm. There was time for some worship, the removal of my cage as a reward for a job well done, then a bike ride as the sun was beginning to go down.

And afterwards: well I was energized from the bike ride, as well as my long day in the cage.  So when Mistress enquired whether I would like to take advantage of my cock’s hard earned freedom, I was more than happy to exercise the privilege.

But only after making sure that Mistress had one of those hip jerking climaxes with the help of my devoted lips and tongue.

Mistress always comes first.

HNT / Mistress Maintenance 101

Being an adequate Slave (or vanilla lover for that matter) is really being   a good  “service provider”.

There is competition out there (though I may be one of those odd ducks who enjoys the competition), and therefore one has to be constantly trying to improve the quality and variety of services provided, and anticipate the “customer’s” needs.

Of course, some days I do better than others. If I get lazy, careless or selfish, then Mistress suffers. And she’s actually pretty nice about that. She rarely exercises her contractual rights to extract a few welts from my ass, or deny me sexual privileges if, for example, I forget to offer to worship her when she comes home, or do not do the little chore she had asked me to undertake.

Yesterday, I believe I did an adequate job of anticipating Mistress’s needs, though there was clearly some  room for improvement.

I came upstairs, not too early or too late, to let her read the blog. My lips and tongue working over those delicious folds until she had that little “wake up” cum. She was even generous enough to use her own full and soft lips to coax my cock, protruding through that hard steel ring, to its full dimensions before she rode it to one of those nice stirring orgasms that are an inspiration to me. When she was finished, she allowed me to “turn the tables” and take my pleasure from her, which is always more challenging, but ultimately more rewarding when that ring is in place.

“Wow. That was a good one, Mistress….”

“I could tell, Slave.”

Mistress had arranged to stay home a little later to accommodate a visit by the Gas and Electric Man (no, not that type of visit), So after she locked the cage in place I was off to work solo.

But shortly before lunch, a meeting I had arranged fell through. That led me to call Mistress to see if her dance card was open. Luckily, she was free too.

“I’ll be over in about 15, Slave….”

Now, we could have met at a designated lunch spot. But Mistress has needs, and her Slave likes to fulfill them.

She strode in, we kissed, then chatted about her morning as I arranged the chair and blanket – her throne – and she sat sliding off her panties.

“Maybe M should get a view of our lunch activities, Slave….”

So from knee level I snapped a photo of her spread legs and the delicious morsel in between and texted it off to “Judge Miguel”, with the note “lunch time”. As I was having my pre-lunch “amuse bouche”, I heard the chime of his response. And after Mistress had her little appetizer cum, I read it to her.

“I’m jealous….”

So it goes, Your Honor. But you and Mistress do have that date coming up this morning. Hopefully that will provide you a little solace, while I get to war that cage again.

(I also took the photo above after lunch time worship, so her fans can see Mistress’s shoe selection of the day…. Maybe we need a separate shoe of the day  blog?)

At the end of the day, I arrived home a little earlier, and was catching up on your blogs, laying on our bed when Mistress walked in, still looking ravishing in a summery brown dress.

We debated whether to take a bike ride in the heat and humidity, and elected to pass and rest a bit before fixing dinner. But before our “rest time” was over, I made sure to offer to worship.

Now I may have been a little slow there. The proper thing to have done was to make that offer immediately when she walked into the room. SO what started off as a pretty good day on my self evaluation, probably turned into a B-.

But Mistress seemed pleased when my “work” was done. And it was only then that I dropped my shorts to see of she was inclined to unlock the cage.

“Oh dear…. I almost forgot Slave….”

But she readily reached for the key, and set me loose.

I suppose that cage is one way to for her to make sure that her primary service provider does his job to her satisfaction each day.

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Cage Week

I woke up this morning to see WC’s comment left rather late our time, not so late in his time zone, commenting on the picture yesterday of Mistress’s lovely bottom.  A “New favorite pic” for the WC.

And we are certainly glad to please him and Mistress’s other fans out there. I suspect Mistress will be flattered when she sees that comment, and likely go back and look at the picture again, to get a better appreciation of what her “personal trainer” finds so alluring.

Mistress does enjoy knowing that her body can still turn heads and draw eyes of appreciation and lust.

In our vanilla life, Mistress posts lots of less explicit family pictures on facebook, and we do have a few select friends from the blog world who have linked up with us in facebook land. Over the weekend, the WC finally embarked into that corner of our lives, and opened up a rather Spartan facebook page so he could “friend” Mistress. Slave too.

“Wonder why M finally decided to find us on Facebook, Slave?”

“Hmmm…. Maybe so he could check out E …. The guy who still wants to put you over his knee, Mistress?”

Sure enough. That was one of the first of Mistress’s friends that M scoped out.

Gotta’ know the ‘competition’. And Mistress was also scoping out M’s only other friend at the time, a woman that she has discussed with M – a long lost fuck and ski buddy who no doubt would like to get a reunion with the special occasion cock.

Sounds as if these comparisons made for some amusing discussions between M and Mistress over the weekend. 

Competition, or the perception of it, is good, isn’t it?  Keeps the juices flowing.

Here in River City, we had one of those rare three  day weekends, when the agenda was rather empty. No effort to fit in some trip to another town, or too many family gatherings. Yesterday was the bonus day, with lots of time in bed, and some minimal yard work for me to do.

We both slept in a little later than normal. I woke to write the blog, then came upstairs at around 8:30 to present it to Mistress.  She took her time reading as I grazed below. It was a long entry, and then she cruised through some of your other blogs. She made sure that I made up for all that tease and denial before she allowed me to take my own pleasure, with permission of course.

Then it was a long, double cycle bike ride that worked up a sweat in the early summer humidity.

We have a graduation party coming up here in about 2 weeks, and Mistress had some directions for me.

“Slave could you trim the bushes in the front of the house…. They’re looking a little wild, and we do have company coming….”

“absolutely, Mistress….”

“I mean if I have to keep my cunt clean shaven, you can at least keep the landscaping under control….”

“I see your point, Mistress….”

After my yard work, we went to our local pool for a while, but the screaming kids and frumpy house fraus ultimately overpowered us, and we headed home early.

Mistress got a little bonus O in the shower, to make up for the one I had denied her yesterday. And then there was some reading and a nap before feeding the kids.

Very laid back day.

We took a walk after dinner, and reluctantly discussed our schedules for the coming week. To my chagrin, I discovered that it will be one of those weeks when we need to drive separately every day.

“So I guess that means I need to wear the cage every day, Mistress?”

“Sounds like it Slave…. sorry…. But it really is for the best.”

Argh.

I already have that hard steel ring on. And in a few minutes I will go wake Mistress….

At least she gets the benefit of that extra hard cock today, and for the rest of the week too.

Some Gardening Planned This Weekend

Mistress had some beauty needs to attend to yesterday morning – hair, nails, feet, the full treatment - so we drove separately to work.

And of course that meant Mick has to smoosh some uncooperative balls and cock into the steel ring that is the seat of my cage. It had been since last Saturday that I was required to wear it. Hadn’t missed that sucker at all.

But I made sure I had that ring on before coming upstairs to wake Mistress at around 7 am. She likes the effect that tight steel containment device has on my cock. Once the blood begins to flow in there, making me nice and hard for her, well, it stays hard and takes a little extra effort – both physical and mental – for me to obtain “lift off”.

And Mistress seems to enjoy being on the receiving end of that extra effort.

After I pleasured her with my tongue and lips, giving her that delectable wake up cum, her fingers drifted to my cock, already firming up and just about ready for her.

“Hmmmm…. I love that ring, Slave…. does it hurt?”

Not really…. But…. When you do that with your fingers…. It … gets… very…. Tight….So can I fuck you now?”

She ran those fingers along my shaft a little longer. This can me, literally, excruciating pleasure….

“So impatient Slave…. but yes… since you have to go to work… you may fuck me now….”

Ahhhh…..I mounted her. Made sure her pleasure came before mine… then rallied to one of those mind numbing comes through that tight ring that seems to come in a series of crashing waves as my fluids force their way through that narrow constriction.

“Wow, Slave…. that seemed like a good one.”

No Foolin’.

By the time I was done, I sort of collapsed there on the bed for a while, clinging to Mistress, annoyed that it was time to hit the shower.

Mistress was busy handling some work emails from our bed when I presented myself to her, the cage now covering my cock, lock in place, ready for her to snap it shut.

She did so with a little smile, making sure I was all safe and secure.

“Does that make you feel better, Mistress… knowing that your cock is locked away for the day?”

“It does, My Slave.”

So it was not until the end of our workday that Mistress released me, only after I had worshipped her from my knees in our bedroom.

M had been texting her as we both undressed, and Mistress encouraged me to take a shot of her spread legs and clean shaven folds to taunt him a bit.

After that, a bike ride squeezed between some thunder showers, and .... back to bed.

The sullen teens were out for dinner and a movie, so Mistress had arranged for a little “picnic” while we watched a movie via Netflix. But my day in the cage encouraged me to go for the option she offered of sex before food.

But this time Mistress had another idea for enhancing her work-a-day cock.

“Please go insert your device now, Slave….”

She meant the aneros, which I was happy to slide home for her, after ample lube was applied. It had been a while since that little sucker had been deployed. And it always seems to make my cock all the more desperate for her.

Mistress seemed very pleased with the result. And I don’t think we found our way out of bed until after 8:30 or so.  By then the sun was going down here, and we sat in the dark, munching on an array of fruit and cheese, sipping some wine, watching “Amadeus”, with Mistress sprawled across my lap.

The scent of her drying sexual juices were wafting up to tease me through the movie, reminding me of my addiction to her, though I was far more than spent to press the point. It was just … comforting.

Ultimately, my relaxed Mistress nodded off, and we headed up to bed. we needed to get a good nights sleep because we have a very busy weekend planned here in River City.

First, an orientation for sullen teen #2 for her study abroad program that begins in August. And also an assortment of family activities.

But one task on the schedule is some additional planting, assigned to me by Mistress. (It sounds like Sissy over at  Ms. Marie will also be a field Slave this weekend). As it turns out, our Senior Correspondent, Donna, reports that this is World Naked Gardening Day. Her burgeoning skills as an investigative reporter event turned up this photos from a previous WNGD. That’s our WC, just left of center, holding the red rake. 

Glad to see M out there doing a little community service under the UCTMW banner. That’s bound to help our corporate image.

So be sure to get out there today. Apply a generous layer of sunscreen. And, like M, remember to wear a hat.

At Last, Our Long Sex Blog Nightmare is (Almost) Over

Mistress is headed home tomorrow, waking not long after  I go to sleep, then heading from Prague to Heathrow then back to the heartland, where Slave, her surly teen daughters and two cute kitties anxiously await her return.

By now, the few readers who may be left are saying “thank God, maybe we’ll finally get some real sex blog action here”, rather than the re-runs, re-cycled photos, snark and whining that have acted as filler on these pages for more than a week now.

Here in River City, Slave had a long day in his cage, with photos texted to Mistress before I headed to the office, then again when I got home at around 9 pm. Today I made sure not to make the mistake I made yesterday, when I opened my laptop to All Mine at the office. Suzanne has done her typically thorough job celebrating “masturbation month”, with Tammy acting as a handcuffed witness, and well …. the images she conjured were  a little too incendiary for a guy in a steel cage who hasn’t had anything other than the sad attention of his own hands these last 10 days.

I note that our staff members got into a little back and forth today about who brings more inches to the UCTMW table. The WC was even accused of padding his dimensions by triple spacing. But so it’s clear…. Year end bonuses will give some credit to column inches in the comments section … but extra space between lines will definitely NOT get you extra credit.

Now on the way home from an event with one of my older daughters tonight,  I was struggling  to think about what the meat of tonight’s blog might be. Then I got home to fins the following contribution from our Senior Correspondent. 

Thank you Donna, you’ve captured my thoughts better than you might imagine.

 

Today is THE day! Our Beloved CEO, our mostly Benevolent Leader, SHE of the flattened nipples returns from her victorious tour of Eastern Europe.

Begin the Fanfare. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOSYqPvmTqE&feature=related

While anxious to hear a report of her activities, I doubt we will be hearing much from Molly or Mick for 24 hours or so.

From the notes I happened across, I believe Mick is planning on spending until 11:59 PM on Saturday, firmly entrenched between Molly’s thighs, only coming up for air between orgasms.  I hope Molly is prepared for the fact that Mick has been spending time in the evening studying and learning about some very intricate oral techniques. His favorite text was this book:

In addition to his literary pursuits, Mick has been working to improve his roping technique, and at 12:01 AM, Mistress is sure to be roped into position.

 

She will probably then be cropped a bit, spanked for a while, her nipples bitten and tweaked and then she will be purposefully reintroduced to her beloved Hitachi. What a reunion that will be!

Our long suffering, much caged and masterfully masturbated hero, Mick, is sure to bring out his very own penis of pleasure and arrange for a dozen or so more cums from his beautiful bride and at least another handful for himself, too.

They may, or may not take a break mid-afternoon before they switch positions with Mick in bondage and Molly in charge or any necessary, or unnecessary but still pleasurable, corrections. Oddly Mick’s bondage gear is the brand also preferred by a former POTUS who shall remain nameless.

Add some lovely anal sex provided by Mistress adorned in her lovely strap-on.

And soon their world, and ours, will be back in its proper orbit. Here’s to a joyous cum-filled reunion for the horny lovebirds of UCTMW.

Long Day in the Cage

I guess I need to get used to it.

It was a long day in my little steel cage.

As predicted, the answer was yes when I went upstairs yesterday, and asked Mistress if it would be a cage day. Before we started our Thursday morning session between the sheets, I scrunched and wiggled by balls into the hard steel ring – always a bit of a challenge. And the result was pleasing for both of us.

A very hard and long lasting cock for Mistress.

And a rather explosive cum for her “pampered house slave”, a phrase that I may have been a little too clever to come up with earlier this week. Now it’s starting to stick.

At that point it was time for Slave to fit the cover on the cage, confining my now satisfied cock, and give Mistress the privilege of snapping the lock shut.

I kissed her goodbye as she was getting ready for a breakfast in the neighborhood with an old high school friend. Then she’d be coming back home for her training session with M.

I resisted the temptation of hiding the Hitachi.

That would be grounds for punishment, and while her “punishments” are usually pretty enjoyable in the end, I was not going to tempt fate.

Around 11 am I called her to see how things had gone, but she did not pick up.

Hmmmm. Overtime?

But not long after that she did call, on her way into work.

“How’s. the cage, Slave.”

“Tight, Mistress.”

“Sorry, but when you called M and I were just finishing up…”

“No problem, Mistress. How many?”

“Four, Slave.”

Not bad. It wasn’t noon yet and she was up to at least six, as far as I could tell.

Of course the thought of it gave my cock a little twitch in its close quarters.

“And M… did he get off too, Mistress.”

“He did, Slave…. It was very impressive.”

“did he get another one of those doubles in today.”

She giggled. No. Just one today, Slave.

Somehow, I suspect M made the most of that opportunity.

We finally got together again at around 6 pm, to attend a little party for a friend who is leaving her old job and going to work with Mistress. It was a lively gathering, and we ended up staying there for a few beverages, then joining some old acquaintances for dinner.

A couple of times as our evening progressed, Mistress discretely asked me how I was doing in the cage.

“It’s tight, Mistress…. But OK.”

“Poor Slave…. I guess you’re going to have to get used to it while I’m gone.”

Somehow I didn’t detect a whole lot of sympathy.

By the time we were finally home, it was nearly 11 pm. Late for a Thursday night here at the UCTMW World HQ.

“Would you like me to worship, Mistress.”

“Really Slave…. It’s so late.”

“Well I was hoping if I did a good job, you’d unlock the cage.”

“Oh dear…. I almost forgot.”

She laid back, spread her legs nicely for me, and let me get down to business. She knew I’d apply myself, particularly with that little key in the palm of her hand.