Thursday, April 24, 2014

Kicking (and Spanking) Ass!

We had a wonderful Easter weekend even though some of it was spent apart.  That's the nature of this type of relationship with family commitments always a priority.  

On Saturday, the three of us ran in a charity 5K that was part of the Boston Marathon weekend.  The charity effort aside, I was also motivated by Jay's challenge that I couldn't finish the thing in less than 30 minutes.  I'd been "training" for the event at the gym on the treadmill.  But running indoors in a controlled environment is easier than dealing with the outdoors and the elements.  

The event was lots of fun and I really kicked ass, finishing with a couple of minutes to spare.  Not very impressive for the serious runner, but for a middle-aged kinkster it's certainly acceptable.   The Trophy Cock ran alongside me "for moral support" he says.  Personally I think he was just having a hard time keeping up!

And tammy, she finished in something like 19 minutes.  Great time, but it earned her a spanking with the wooden spoon for "showing off."


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Sex, Lies and Strap-ons

Thank goodness for other sex bloggers.  When both my submissive and my lover aren't around (which translates into a lack of sex) my kinky kindred often give me something to write about.  Today's tip-of-the baseball cap goes to my friends over at Under Contract to My Wife who always seem to come up with the most interesting sex news of the day.

Of course, UCTMW has an extensive staff of reporters and contributors that are stationed around the globe.  They have three major bureaus in the U.S., one in one of those "Stan" counties, another in the Soviet Union, and a handful of others that I can't remember at this time.  They're the New York Times of the sex bloggers network.  How can anyone compete?  My own staff is next to useless when it comes to contributing editorial content.  A couple of them are good between the sheets and my sister was once a good babysitter, but that's about as far as it goes.

Today's valuable nugget over at UCTMW highlights "research" that's determined that women lie more often than men when it comes to "sexting." This is actual honest-to-goodness "scientific research" too.  Not just some Psychology 101 paper put together after talking to a few friends at the frat party over the weekend.  And the best news is you can actually purchase this study ("Love the Way You Lie": Sexting deceptions in romantic relationships) for just $19.95!

I'm not much of a sexter, unless you call texting orders to my sissy sexting.  And Jay?  He wants absolutely nothing to do with sexting.  He's convinced that some geek like Edward Snowden is tracking everything that comes in and goes out of his iPhone.  Makes for some pretty boring text and emails.  Funny how he's not that concerned about phone calls though.  Thank goodness.

Back to the scientific breakthrough we were talking about.  Women might very well lie more when it comes to sexting.  Maybe they're just enjoying how easy it is to get their partners or other suitors worked up.  I don't want to burst anyone's bubble but just because she texts "love 2 have that big cock of urs tween my thighs" doesn't mean she really wants you.  She and her girlfriends might be having fun just laughing at your very truthful responses.  She probably already told them you were on the small side!

But when it comes to real live sex, there's little doubt that men lie far more often than women do.  They're likely to lie to other men about their sexual exploits with women, then lie to the women in their lives about the lack of the same.  Go figure.  And oh, I forgot to mention penis size.

As for the Big Blackie's actual size, he's only 7 inches.  And anyone who's worn a strap-on knows that it's difficult to get those all the way in :)

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Solo Sex

This might very well be the briefest and strangest post I've ever put up on this blog.

With my sissy wife tammy and my lover Jay both gone for the week, cuckolding is difficult.  When you wake up at 4 AM in the morning with an "itch" what are you supposed to do?

There's no Trophy Cock lying by your side to make use of, nor is there a pussy worshiper extraordinaire in the next room ready to be summoned.

The solution was just a foot or two away in the nightstand.  The Hitachi, coupled with some of my kinkier fantasies made for minimally acceptable sexual satisfaction.

You already know about my fondness for my Hitachi.  I'll fill you in on my kinkier fantasies some other time. 

Got to go to work.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Blog Maintenance, Baseball and Fluffing

Thanks to those of you who let me know that my blog had become "infected" with some sort of creepy malware or other cyber-related virus.  Fortunately, with the help of one of my high tech super-sleuths I was able to identify the culprit and take care of things. 

Even though this is a sex blog (although I think sometimes it's becoming less and less of that) I don't think readers should have to wear a condom or take other safe-sex precautions to read it!  So, my apologies for the brief period where you were inconvenienced.  

The three of us (me, my lover and my sissy) got a chance to take in the Red Sox home opener on Friday afternoon.  It was quite an event.  I suppose after not winning a World Series for nearly 100 years, then winning three of the last ten, it does give you the right to go all out with a big ceremony the following year.  And nobody does that better than the marketing gurus on Yawkey Way.

There was a certain solemnity to the opening day festivities because of last year's tragedy at the Boston Marathon.  For that reason, fans were asked to be in their seats one hour before the start of the game.  I was read the riot act the night before by Jay, telling me to make sure I left the office soon enough so I could comply with the front office's request.  I told him I'd do my best.  I don't know why he was so nervous about it.  Maybe he was afraid I'd come stumbling down the aisle during a moment of silence spilling a few $15 beers on some unsuspecting patrons.  You'll be glad to know that I made it with two minutes to spare and a $6 bottle of water.

Getting home was even more "fun" than getting to the park.  We each had to go back to where our cars were parked (I had to take the "T" to the game since by the time I got there, parking would have been near impossible) and the three of us weren't reunited at home until 2 hours and 35 minutes after the game.

Two hours and forty minutes after the game, my cuckold was already into her fluffing duties.  It was late and there was little time to waste.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Not Amused

Having a submissive husband, sissy, wife, partner, etc. is a pretty good gig if you're a dominant.   In addition to the sexual pleasure they provide you, there are so many other benefits to having them around, all of which make your life easier in one way or another.  So overall, it works pretty well.  Just not all the time.

I had a chance to leave the office early yesterday and let tammy know that I'd be stopping by the gym before heading home.  she promised to be home on time, knowing that I'd be expecting a full body worship after my workout.  Our timing was nearly perfect.  she got home minutes before I did, ready to taste my most intimate body parts after a strenuous workout.  she was just awesome.  I even rewarded her with a taste of my precious nectar while we showered together and gave her permission to please herself while she did so.  It was rather amusing to see.

Shortly after, I wasn't so amused.  What set me off had absolutely nothing to do with sex or kink.  Rather, it was her failure to take care of something which she clearly knew was her responsibility.  Every couple shares responsibilities in a household, even if one of the partners is the dominant.  We're no different.  It was her job to get things ready to do our taxes.  

With just two weeks to go before the filing deadline everything should be set and ready to go.  It wasn't.  Not even close.   Naturally, I was quite upset.  Such an incident might result in a full blown argument for most couples.  But I quickly regained my composure and simply told her to go get the wooden spoon.  

The no-nonsense spanking left her with a lasting memory throughout the evening as she worked diligently on the task that should have been completed much earlier.  This morning, I was even impressed with the progress she made.  We're back on track.  

I do think a "reminder spanking" might be in order.  Simply to let her know not to let this happen again.  That spanking might be more amusing.  


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Pedicures by Cuckolds

Dominance and cuckolding aren't always about hot and heavy sex.  Sometimes just indulging myself is life's simple (and non-sexual) pleasures can add a little spice to an otherwise boring Sunday evening.  

Last Sunday the three of us were in the den watching some of the NCAA tournament games later in the evening.  None of us had our eyes exactly glued to the television since we really don't have a dog in what's left of this fight, and were each semi-preoccupied with something else.  I was reading something and so was Jay and sissy was busy on her laptop.  I glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn't that late and there was plenty of time to get a pedicure.

I asked tammy if what she was doing was important and if it could wait until she got to work on Monday.  she told me it was and I told her to finish it up and get ready to give me a pedicure.  Jay sat there oblivious to the conversation and didn't notice I was about to get my pedicure until about fifteen minutes later when tammy was on her knees tending to my toes.

"What are you doing?" Jay asked.  A rather stupid question since he knows what a pedicure is and could see what was going on.  You can always tell when someone knows they've asked a stupid question because they don't give you a chance to answer them.  So he continued.  "Why are you getting a pedicure?  We're suppose to get about a foot of snow on Tuesday.  You planning on wearing sandals to school?"  

I figured I'd provide an answer to all of his questions at once.  "Because I feel like it" I told him.   All my answer got was a roll of the eyes.  Sometimes I think he's just jealous at all the attention I get.  

By the time the pedicure was done it was a little late and since everyone had to be up early on Monday, it was a sex-free evening (can't say that about the afternoon though).  We didn't even have sex the next morning as is the practice over at UCTMW.  But hey, they have a much shorter commute to work.

I guess you can classify the little scene on Sunday night as "mild kink", somewhere in the middle of the very vanilla to extremely kinky sexual spectrum.  A Domme can certainly enjoy the talents of her submissive without engaging in typical sexual activity.  A submissive cuckold must certainly get some satisfaction in pleasing his/her Mistress.  I guess in a situation like we had it's the Bull who seems left out.  

“You can please some of the people some of the time, all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.” 

 Abraham Lincoln

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Boring

I just finished a conversation with a very close friend who's also a reader of the blog.  Sex, or more specifically sex and the blog, didn't come up until the end of the conversation.  She commented that I hadn't posted in awhile and asked if I was sick or lost my sex drive.  She was happy to hear that I was feeling fine and my sex drive was as strong as ever.

I also told her that sex last night with Jay and the "aftermath" with tammy were both great.  I also thanked her for her concern.

Maybe I'm suffering from writer's block.  However, it's become more difficult to write about something that's become so routine;  my having sex with my lover and being served afterwards by my sissy cuckold (who by the way is also a love of mine).

Our conversation led to some navel-gazing on my part and I thought about how it's all become so routine.  It hasn't even felt kinky in a very long time.

I suppose that's a good thing.  

March Madness is a little tempered here this year.  Neither mine or Jay's alma mater got a ticket to the big dance.  Both school's coaches are also leaving this year; mine moving on to greener pastures and his getting a pink slip (not the sissy kind either).

In the meantime we'll root for the good guys from Harvard.  Maybe we'll get creative again and come up with a kinky bet as the tournament progresses.  Otherwise, it will be boring business as usual.