Be Prepared

I am up a little early here in the Mountains. It's always hard to adjust to the time change, and it's even harder to sleep soundly without Mistress sleeping beside me.  So when I woke I began to peruse the papers on line.  I ran across this headline on Maureen Dowd's column entitled "She's fit to be tied" and was surprised to see it was actually about kinky stuff.  Who would think that MoDo had a friend who is an online dominatrix. Do you think it's Gail Collins?  More evidence that the whole BDSM scene is more mainstream than some of us tend to think.

By the time I post this blog, Mistress should be jetting her way to join me here.  I know she was not pleased that her work required her to stay behind and miss a perfect, warm sunny day here at our Mountain hideaway.  But hopefully we can catch up for lost time.  I can't wait until I pick her up this afternoon.

As a good Mistress should, she stayed in touch and managed her Slave properly from afar. Before I left on Friday afternoon, she let me know that I would be allowed to "touch" on Saturday morning. She called me at about 6:30 am Mountain time, having just left J's "love shack", and driving to that desultory office retreat that had kept her home when I headed West.

She filled me in on a few smutty details of her evening with J. There was the  usual pre-bedtime worship as he applied his oral skills.

"I think he likes that as much as you do, Slave...."

Now that would be hard.

"Did he give you a nice assortment of cums, Mistress. "

"Yes, Slave,,,, he's very dedicated to his task."

"Then there was the 4 am "booty call". "

It was hard not to let the mind wander, the two of them waking early in his bed. Maybe him already a little hard, and Mistress's hand wandering to and fro, making him all the harder....the thought was having the effect she no doubt relished.

"Have you exercised your privileges yet, Slave?"

"Not yet Mistress...."

"Well, I think you should....in fact I'm requiring it of you.... but remember to send me a text message saying 'mission accomplished'. That will at least brighten my morning a bit."


"Yes, Mistress...."

It was not a directive that was hard to follow.

Since I was up early, I finished my "business",  then pulled together my skiing equipment and headed up the mountain. Though I should have applied more sunscreen, I had a great day on the mountain, though it surely was odd not to have my Mistress there on the chair lift beside me. By around 2:30 pm my legs were shot from pushing around the slushy spring snow, and I headed back to the cabin, thinking of a nap, some NCAA basketball and a trip into town for some provisions.

Of course, I checked in with Mistress, who by now was done with her meeting, and heading home for a bike ride.

"I'm having dinner with J this evening, Slave...."

"Good, I was hoping he'd take care of you while we were a part...."

"But I'm not spending the night.....need to get out early to the airport."

I told Mistress my dinner plans... stopping by a charming old  local Bar / restaurant / music venue to enjoy the scene, and maybe watch some of the OSU / KSU basketball game.

So there I was sitting about 9 pm or so East Coast time, watching basketball, eating a chicken enchilada, and listening to a group of aging lesbians play middle eastern music with drums and fiddles, and texting with Mistress.

"We're  back to our house now, Slave.... J's spending the night here. He'll leave after my mother picks me up to take me to the airport.  "

The logistics of that were a little confusing, but I am not one to quibble. It was just good to know that Mistress would not be driving late at night, and was in good hands.

"Now he's watching the basketball game. And I'm just relaxing"

And of course I was watching that game too, about 1500 miles away. So that was another aspect of our "shared experience."

"I hope he's at least rubbing your feet."

That's one of our little TV watching rituals.

"He's rubbing my feet and my thigh, Slave."

Hmmm.... J is getting into the groove.

By now half-time was over. I'd had a couple of beers and a chicken enchilada. I had chatted up a couple from Minnesota about raising girls and the glories of our beautiful valley, and I was thinking about catching the ending of what had been up to then a boring game back at our cabin.

Then I got another text....

"We're getting into bed now, Slave....Mmmmm..... miss you."

I figured she would soon be "otherwise engaged" so I gave her a call to say good night.

She explained that  they were now in bed, with J watching the end of the game as she snuggled up next to him.  They had already showered. 

"One problem though Slave.... we hadn't really planned this, so J forgot condoms.... but I realized I had one in reserve...."

"Oh God.... the McCain condom...."

We had gone to the Democratic Convention in 2008.  They were passing these out at as little joke on Ol' Maverick and his positions on women's health issues.  Maybe it was these folks who gave this one the Molly, which she'd kept as a bit of a joke ever since.

"Hmmmm..... like McCain, that one could be a little past it's prime, Mistress, but I suppose you gotta do what you gotta do."

"J says he's going to close his eyes and pretend I'm Sarah Palin...."

"I'm not sure that would really work, Mistress..... but it might be an interesting experiment."

We said goodnight, but there was one final instruction.

"Slave.... no touching tonight.... I want you horny for me tomorrow..."

That will not be a problem.