HNT/ Consequences for a Surly Slave

I thought I had been a good Slave this week. Of course, there was probably a little grousing about the intrusions upon our previously empty nest, and the incontinent cat that recently has substituted a favorite couch for her littler box. But last night I apparently crossed the Mistress's theoretical line when I said something snarky after she put two of our bicycles on the disabled list over a rather short time span last evening.

(One had a flat tire; the other a slipped chain.... what are the odds of that?)

So I suppose I said something inappropriately sarcastic, like "two in one night, Mistress.... now that's a record.....", probably motivated by the fact that it would be Slave's duty to don my "bike mechanic" persona and fix both of them before a big ride we contemplate over the weekend.

Yes, I suppose it was that imprudent comment which tipped  my secret accumulation of demerits for the week that Mistress had been adding up into the red penalty zone. (It made me wonder what's been going on over in Suzanne's domain this week, and whether Tammy has done anything of equal impertinence to justify a month in that infernal chastity device.... but I digress.)

In any event the consequences were swift.

"I've had enough of the surliness, Slave.... you deserve a punishment."

Mistress, still in her wet biking attire (did I mention she was riding in the rain.... or rather walking after the chain came off), closed the door to the Executive Suite, and told me to roll over and pull down my shorts. She groused a bit more as she searched for the riding crop in our closet that had accumulated a bit of dust over the last few weeks of my "good behavior".

"I hope the girls don't hear this Slave."

I suppose it was possible, since they wer just down the hall, watching some reality show on their computers, but I tried my best to stifle my own pathetic cries of distress  as she gave me about ten hard whacks with her crop, as my ass bounced off the bed with each blow.

Ouch.

Then she snapped this photo with her I-phone and emailed it to my account.

"I want to see this posted in the morning, Slave."


"Yes, Mistress....."

Afterwords, I redeemed myself with some worship to Mistress's damp and well exercised clean shaven folds.

At least then I did not have to  worry about "holding my tongue" for that task.

Everyone Needs a Critic

Here in River City, Mistress and Slave are doing their best to get used to the intrusion upon our privacy by two young women who have "made themselves at home".

The older one really isn't much of a bother. She's taking a Science class this summer, and tends to keep to herself and her cats.

The younger one, however, likes to make her presence known, usually by finding  things to criticize her parents about.  Sunday it was her interrupting my breakfast out on our deck to ask when I was going to the grocery store to pick up some food items she required, then adding "you've got food on your face...." Well I was eating breakfast, and Mistress didn't seem to be offended if there was (literally) a little egg on my face.

Yesterday she was taking issue with Mistress's shoes (they make your feet seem too small?); legs (too tanned or slippery?) and dress (too bright?).

Then for dinner last night, the non-meat eater took issue with the lox I had purchased to put on a salad. "I don't like that type". When I pointed out it was basically the same stuff she had ordered on ehr $10 bagel Friday morning in DC, she acted like I was insane.

It's going to be a long summer with them.

Fortunately, they have gotten used to the fact that we seal ourselves off in the Executive Suite here at the UCTMW World HQ for long unexplainable periods of time, as we did last night after a long work day.

Mistress was due some worship, and Slave was happy to play his proper role in releasing a little of that long Monday stress.

But no sooner had she finished with her little orgasmic hors deurveher text message chime went off.

"When's dinner."

Well, at least she hadn't barged in to ask the question.

Coming Back to Ground

It's been a rather crazy week for the cast here at UCTMW HQ.

Mistress got home Wednesday evening from her trip to the Islands with the cute Co-Ed.

Then the next morning, I was driving East to collect our 2nd Co-Ed.

It was a long drive, repeated the next day for the return slog, after a little sidetrip to our nation's capitol, where we shared dinner with one of my older daughter's and her fiance.

Fortunately, on Wednesday evening, Mistress gave Slave a little reminder why I missed her over the 5 long days of her trip. Although the no touch rule had been lifted while she was gone, I did not abuse the privilege. So when we climbed into the sack, for a little welcome home / bon voyage sex that night, there was ample worship, cock riding and all the bells and whistles that come with it, and a good deal of sexual tension was lifted, at least for a while.

Then I was off. And after two days on the road, back again on Friday evening, a station wagon of college girl detritus and one sullen girl in tow, already whining about how bored she would be back here in the heartland.

Since then we've been readjusting to the presence of two extra, intrusive bodies here at the UCTMW World HQ.  Until you actually get to enjoy the empty nest after (for me) nearly 35 years of child rearing, you don't actually realize what you've been missing.

But now, believe me,  we do.

All the extra mess, the need to adjust a "feeding" schedule, and accommodate the diets, schedules and quirks of those extra mouths and bodies.

And the change in privacy settings, well that's a whole other matter.

I had to remind Mistress last evening that she may want to slide into some of those sexy panties before she parked down on the couch with me to share some pizza and watch a movie, since our two daughters were likely to raise disapproving eyebrows if the caught sight of those lush, clean shaven folds. Yes, I know, that sounds like a Slave who is getting too "uppity", but hopefully Mistress saw it as just a friendly reminder, not me being too bossy.

Sadly, we will have to go back into stifle and conceal mode through the summer here. Either that, or follow the advice that Donna gave me a few weeks ago.

"Maybe you just rent them some cool pad somewhere across town for the summer."

Not a bad idea, Donna. Or maybe we send them your way... how about an unpaid internship on BDSM?  Could they get credit for that in College?

Move On. Nothing to Read Here.

Slave has little to report on from the UCTMW World HQ, where we are short staffed this week.

Mistress remains in an exotic locale with our cute Co-Ed. Today she reports swimming with sharks! (Isn't that what she does every work day, you ask?)

Slave followed orders and scrunched into my cage this morning, sending a little photo of her cock off for her to inspect and approve.

She texted back her approval of the package in its little steel container.

When we talked this morning she was curious to know whether I had exercised my "privileges" and I had to confirm that, in fact, left to my own devices and without the burden of the "no touch" rule, well.... you can only imagine what happens.

Mistress gets home Wednesday night. But Thursday morning, I am driving off to the East Coast to collect the 2nd cute C0-Ed who is finishing up her college year this week.

So there will be some mean, nasty, urgent and desperate catching up to do Wednesday night here in River City.

Hope we don't disturb the neighbors on the other side of the river.

A Wise and Indulgent Mistress

Mistress and our cute co-ed are off for a "girls weekend". Some sun and indulgence in honor of a 21st birthday that Mistress is treating our daughter too.

Just the two of them. I've just talked to Mistress, and she reports that the weather is lovely and they've spent a good chuck of the day in the bikinis. No doubt they have turned a few heads.

Slave remained home, putting in a little work on our house, catching up with yard work, and spending time with my grandsons.  Tonight I'll even have dinner with my grumpy and deteriorating Mother.

Now I know that some of you out there figured this should be Mistress's opportunity to "crack down" on her pampered Slave.

But it turns out she's been pretty indulgent.

I'm wearing the cage when I leave the house. But can take it off when I'm home, or bike riding.

And she's even suspended the "no touch" rule while she is gone.

"I wouldn't want you to get all 'pent up', Slave....."

No that would be bad... plus it's Masturbation Month.

Maybe I need to find out where the WC gets that high priced lubricant he used to charge to the UCTMW AMEX Card.

Nest Re-Infestation

After a school year of freedom, our empty nest is refilling as of tonight. The cute Co-Ed is driving back from campus after her exam week,

Mistress and Slave will have to get used to "stifling" their fun for the next several months.

But Mistress may be taking her last liberties at home this afternoon with another Friday lunch served to her former lover Jay, here at the UCTMW World HQ.

The situation with her and Jay is certainly confusing, isn't it?

He's still texting, calling, and soliciting lunch or drink "dates". There's a bit of making out thrown in, high school  style. But Jay has this strange reluctance to pull the trigger. He pines in silence, because, as you might have heard, Mistress is married, and well, somehow that now troubles Jay. Oddly, Mistress is willing to tolerate this strange behavior from a grown up, seemingly red blooded guy.

"We've gotten to be friends, Slave.... and he's still fun to be around."

So from friends with benefits to just plain friends?

"But I suppose I would still fuck him if he ever got his head out of his ass."

Makes sense to me.

Certainly more sense than Steve, who came here last night, and went home with those freshly bought condoms still all wrapped up.

On the drive home last night, Mistress confessed that after due deliberation she just wasn't that into Steve... nice guy, but....well no chemistry at all.

So what do you do? Cancel dinner so he they both have an easy and less uncomfortable out? Or fix him  a nice dinner and then send him packing.

Mistress opted for # 2.

I mean, I had already gone shopping for dinner for three.

The two of them had a little conversation in the living room as Slave fixed dinner. And it was clear he took the news, "like a man" but with some degree of disapointment.

Mistress gave me a little aside as I popped the trout out of the broiler.

"I was afraid he was going to cry, Slave...."

Yikes.

We did make it through dinner. Steve is a nice guy, but sadly geeky and way too scrawny and unsophisticated  for Mistress.

He did have some funny stories to share with us about his trips with his wife to some local swingers clubs. And we shared our strange "dungeon" story. We had some laughs (though his laugh was a little odd and kind of unnerving).

After dinner.... well there was no "dessert" served before Mistress sent Steve backed to his wife.

Sad in a way, but no way should Mistress bed someone not compelling.

So it looks like she's stuck with Slave through the summer months. That is unless Jay decides to his head out of his Ass.

We will keep you updated.

To Fawn or Not to Fawn?

Mistress had dinner Monday night with Steve - sushi at a local spot she enjoys - and it sounds like there was a brief "make-out" session outside the restaurant before she headed home. I suspect she would have indulged Steve a little more but for the fact that its one of those neighborhoods where a friend of a daughter, a business acquaintance or former lover might have noticed her brazen PDA and spread all sorts of nasty gossip. Maybe there could have even been a "snap chat" taken to share far and wide.

You never can be too careful.

"So how was his kiss, Mistress?"

"He's a good kisser, Slave."

In any event, she's invited Steve over for dinner Thursday evening, a last chance encounter here until the curtain falls on our empty nest for the summer months. I am already doing some menu planning.

But you can tell Mistress is a little torn on how this budding romance will go.

"He's nice. Funny. Smart."

"And he clearly is smitten by you Mistress, based on all those texts you've told me about...."

"Oh yes, he clearly is, and is definitely laying it on."

"That's good, Mistress....better than all those guys who show some interest then just fade away...."

"Yes, but.... well, he's almost too sensitive...."

So there's the rub. Mistress likes ardor, but there is some fine line between expressing one's unmistakable attraction and appearing too much the "fawner".

"But I thought you liked fawning, Mistress..... I know I'm not much of a fawner, so some supplemental fawning might be good for you."

"No Slave.... you don't fawn well at all... I wish you'd do a little more fawning...."

Of course, after yesterday's day in the cage, I was probably a little better at showing my own ardor at the end of the day. We both left work a little early, and when I got home, I made sure to worship with a full measure of devotion, hoping that Mistress would unlock my cage before our bike ride. I must have done a sufficient job, because the cage came off, allowing me to ride without the risk of cock decapitation when I took to the hills and valleys of our neighborhood.

Then, after our ride, Mistress allowed me to deploy my finally freed apendage in the manner nature intended. Ahhhh.....

After we came up for air, Mistress did show me a rather long text from Steve which described in some detail and with proper grammar and punctuation how his own cock had been acting after their dinner together as he contemplated her charms.

"It's a little yucky, Slave....I'm not sure I want to know those details...."

"But what about the guys who send those cock shots via text, Mistress.... you prefer "show" to "tell"?"

"I suppose you have a point, Slave...."

I did notice that Steve mentioned in his text that he had found the style of condom that Mistress prefers... so it may be natural that Steve has been doing a little fantasizing about his own prospects for Thursday evening.