Bon Voyage, Mistress

Mistress is all packed and ready to go.

There have been some ongoing discussions about the volume of her bag. Slave is one of those guys who believes that on a long, overseas trip you only bring clothing or other items you can leave behind, returning with a lighter bag than you left with, while still leaving room for items acquired along the way. (The best example of this was when we left two old, already replaced pair of skis at the base of a ski lift in Northern Italy years ago, considerably lightening our load for the return flight.).

Mistress, on the other hand, takes the position that she has no “disposable” clothing items that she has not already disposed of. In other words, she’s not going to be caught dead touring even the bleakest of European destinations without costumes that suit her lovely visage.

I did get her to slim her bag down to no more than two pair of jeans (from three), and five black T-shirts (from the original seven). Let’s just hope that her mother has arranged for sherpas as they travel from town to town.

Of course, there were some items that needed to be added to the bag, at her personal trainer’s request. And I was assigned the task of rounding them up.

“M says I need to pack my butterfly vibrator and two clothes pins Slave….though I am still awaiting instructions.”

That was Sunday. (I will give you a more complete description of our Switch Day activities, as part of my EdenFantasies.com product review).

But by yesterday afternoon, the WC’s instructions had been coveyed, at least by word of mouth. On the way home, Mistress explained the “rules” that M had imposed, which, I must say, seem a little confusing and subject to manipulation.

“He says everyday I have to flip a coin. But you have to make the call ahead of time, via text or email … you know “heads, or tails”. He acknowledges it’s an honor system.”

See, I’m already a little confused.

“And what happens if you “win” Mistress?”

“I get to play with myself, and have as many orgasms as I want…. But I have to have at least one.”

“And if you lose?”

“I have to put the clothespins on my nipples, and can’t take them off until I have at least three orgasms, Slave.”

Ouch.

“How are you going to organize getting the privacy to do all that, Mistress.”

She will be traveling with her Mother and Sister, after all, and quarters could be close.

“Not sure, Slave…. I guess I am going to have to look for my chances, maybe slip into the bathroom.”

Now this will be interesting.

But M, I would encourage you to put your instructions into writing. She has been known to wheedle and take advantage of any ambiguity, sort of like that sleazy football Coach at Ohio State in the doggy sweater. You’d better make your instructions clear and unambiguous if you expect compliance from my Mistress.

In packing, Mistress did find in her bag a souvenir from the 2008 Presidential campaign, acquired from a clever political action committee. Here’s a shot of that specially branded prophylactic device.

“You might as well take it Mistress …. Maybe you’ll run into someone interesting on your travels, so it makes sense to be prepared."

After all, she still has not sampled an uncircumcised cock.

“Good idea, Slave…. better safe than sorry.”

So it seems that Mistress is ready to go. It’s not just a cruel hoax. I’m taking her to the airport this afternoon.

Not meaning to sound like a whiner, but it will be very strange, and certainly lonely, not to have my lovely Molly next to me in bed tonight. By my calculation, we’ve never been a part for this many days and nights since sometime in the Presidency of George H.W. Bush, even before we actually “outed” ourselves and moved in together. Even when we did our hideous commute, from River City to the Sunshine State, we never were apart for more than a 4 or 5 days. So we are embarking on unexplored territory here.

Last night, our impending separation finally sunk in.

When we got home from work, I made sure she got in two little cums as I worshipped her from my knees, her legs splayed across our bed.

After a bike ride and dinner, We clung a little more closely than normal watching a DVD about some locales where she will be traveling. And when it became clear we were getting sleepy, the show was turned off before the end, so we had plenty of time for our usual nocturnal activities.

But this was a little more robust, and a little more desperate than “normal”.

“Why don’t you go put in your device. Slave, so I get the extra hard cock.”

“Of course, Mistress….”

And when her well manicured fingers made sure it really was extra hard, Mistress pushed me back and mounted me…. The full frontal cowgirl…. Riding me to at least two more orgasms until she collapsed onto my chest, exhausted.

Then it was my turn, which I savored, dragging things out for both of us as long as I could, until I could hold back no longer.

“May I come, Mistress….”

“You may, Slave….”

And it seemed like I did for a very long time, in a series of rushes that had Mistress murmuring…. “Wow, Slave… you must have been very desperate for that….”

Yeah. Guess I was projecting ahead to 11 nights of solitude. And, fortunately for me… there’s one more chance available before we head to work this morning.

If you’ll excuse me…. Gotta go.