Thursday, July 24, 2014

Cage Day

Mistress has been pretty easy on her Slave lately.  Without the long lost Suzanne badgering her via blog comments, she's let my cock cage lie fallow for several weeks. But today's different, it seems.

"I want you in your cage, Slave."

She's got a sleepover planned with her lover J. They've planned a long bike ride, dinner, and some extracurricular fun while his son is out of town.

I've already got that ring on that surrounds my cock and balls, which should provide Mistress with a somewhat harder work-a-day cock during this morning's wake-up sex. 

Hopefully I won't have to sleep in the cage though.

"Text me when you get home, Slave. And if I think you deserve it, I'll tell you where the key is."

Let's hope she is not so distracted that she misses my text message.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Cuckold Phone Chit Chat

This illustration,  via Tumblr, reminded me of Mistress's  conversation on Sunday evening with her lover J. We were both lying in bed, with Mistress naked but for the top of her nightie. J called, she picked up, and as they chatted in that relaxed, amiable way of  lovers who had spent some time the day before  in the sack together, she shifted her body so that her legs were at the top of the bed, next to my face, giving me a very appealing view of her sexy ass. They  engaged in a long, playful rehash of their weekends, with special emphasis on "rating" their carnal activity of the afternoon before. Mistress took a flirtatious tone in the conversation that could not help get her Slave's attention. I continued to read the Times, while using my left hand to gently stroke Mistress's tight and tender bottom. And they also made plans for a long bike ride and "sleepover" later this week, while J's son is out of town.

Apparently Mistress noticed my attention, because if I lifted my hand away to turn the page, she reached back, grabbed it and brought me back to task.

When she ended the conversation, Mistress was solicitous.

"I hope you don't mind me talking, Slave. J does like to talk, and he always wants me to do a 'post-game analysis' of our sex."

"No problem, Mistress. It's a guy thing."

In retrospect,  I guess I should have put down the paper, and  done what the guy in the picture was doing?