Mistress Held Hostage!

It was a rather busy day here in River City for Mistress and her devoted Slave.

First, I was up at 4:30 am, to chauffeur the cute Co-Ed, and her Grandparents to the airport for spring break in the Caribbean. (These particular grandparents will splurge on first class airfare, but don't realize they actually having parking at the airport). I was home by about 6:30 am, but let Mistress sleep in a little longer. By the time I was given the "all clear" to rejoin her in the Executive Suite, I couldn't tell which of my primal needs required attention first -- sexual release, or a little more shuteye.

But knowing Mistress as you do, dear readers, I think you know what happened next. And after she was suitably pleasured and I had been given permission to cum, there was time enough for a little more sleep as Mistress waded back into the morass of her AM in-box.  It may be time to hide that profile and her hot-legs from the randy crowd there until she can complete interviewing her current list of finalists.

After a little more time in bed, we headed to our gym.  Mistress had spinning class, and I did the elliptical machine until my "dates" arrived: my daughter and two cute grandsons, who were coming to enjoy the compact indoor "water park" on one of the closer days of the winter here.

As we were splash splashing, Mistress came to kiss me goodbye, heading off to the dreaded local Apple store to deal with some strange problem with her email on her sleek and relatively new and paper thin laptop.

Of course, it was barely a week ago that Mistress and Slave had to navigate the Apple Store at Le Opera in Paris - an elegant, marble clad showplace that apparently is the pride of the Jobsian fleet these days. Not the cool moussiers in black lighting their Gallouses out front.  And the balcony and skylight inside.

In contrast our local Apple "salon" is a cramped, drop ceiling affair, stuffed into just another  midwestern mall hardly noted for its people watching. Usually it is packed with frustrated, confused and fashion challenged consumers, competing for the  attention from smug and geeky "Geniuses". (See photo below, like the shorts and sneakers look on a cold day?)


Because of my long standing mall allergy, I made some other plans-- doing a little maintenance work on our "dungeon" / rental property in the City. But as the afternoon progressed I received increasingly frustrated up-dates via cell phone from Mistress on the slow progress in "cleaning out" the mess caused when "mobile me" meets "the cloud". It actually sounds worse than the storm fronts that went through here yesterday.

It wasn't until about 5 hours later that Mistress finally got home, rejoining me in bed, where I was hoping for  a nap before our trip to the theatre last night.  Then she explained the strange events of her day.

"I was held hostage, Slave, by a retired cop who was flirting with me.... I'm convinced he kept dragging it out so I wouldn't leave."

"Was he cute, Mistress?"

"Hardly.... about my size, kind of pasty....are any genius's 'cute'?"

"Well I am never clear on your taste Mistress, as we've learned from the folks who do or do not make your AM cut...."

She explained how her genius concluded that somehow when another genius moved her data from one defective laptop to another a few weeks back, things got "confused", and her emails, photos, and contacts all began replicating like horny bunnies.  So somehow all that extra stuff had to be leached away to make things right again.... this took hours of his valuable  time, as he induced Mistress to hover over him, and attempted to entertain her with his snappy ex-cop patter.

"He kept telling me about folks he had busted, later coming on for Apple Care, and doing a double take when they learned that the undercover guy who bought pot from them was now their Genius."

"Oh, I bet those are fun stories...."

"At one point I asked whether it's true that marijuana is more expensive now than it used to be.... and he asked "how do you know what it used to cost, sweetie"...

"Great....and this is the guy who was spending the whole day sorting through your email accounts, photos and contacts?"

"Exactly.... sometime in all this he asked me what this "BigLove" email account was for...." (that's the account you can use to contact us here, dear UCTMW readers)

"And you said?"

"Oh I probably blushed, and mumbled something that made no sense. It was about that time  that he said... 'you've been gone so long, I bet your husband thinks you're having an affair'...."

"Did you tell him you have a contractual right to have affairs, Mistress?"

"NO.... I didn't want to give him any ideas, Slave."

Mistress ran some errands at the mall and had her nails done, continuing to check back with her ex-cop but without success. Finally she gave up, and arranged to pick up her lap-top later today.  I wonder if he'll be back on duty to offer further "services".

"So all the geniuses may be back there at the store nownow, grazing through your photos and emails, Mistress?  I wonder if there is a genius code of ethics we can rely on?"

And since there may well be a few stray and self-replicating photos of the WC's special occasion cock in there, let's hope we've not given a crop of geniuses deep  feelings of their own inadequacy this weekend.