Weekend Update

Yes, friends, we did ultimately make it home from our Southwestern hideaway Monday evening, though we might as well have driven, surfing ahead of that bad-assed blizzard that sloshed through Oklahoma and Kansas early this week, rather than wait on those long security lines for the privilege of riding a crop duster back to the heartland.

And since then, we've been a little too buried in work and family matters to do any proper kink to share with you here.

We warned you there might be weeks like this.

Poor Mistress spent Wednesday on a mad dash via US Air from River City to Long Island and back to meet with a client. With a schedule like that, it's no wonder we've been on a 1 a day regime these last few days.

Though there is hope.

This weekend we are heading up to our cute Sorority girl's little college town. Mistress will be going to a Mom / Daughter sorority event this evening, and we'll be hosting a dinner Sunday evening for some of her friends to celebrate her 21st Birthday.  But in between time, there should be plenty of opportunities for a little "nookie". 

Mistress considered inviting her former consort D (remember "cougar week"?) to join us for a drink, since he lives in said College town. But we will see if there really is time to squeeze him in.

And on the way home last night, she mentioned a text she received from "Mr. Perfect Cock", the other young chunk of eye candy she spent some time with late last year.

"Sounds like he's got girlfriend problems, Slave."

Not surprising. He's the guy with the long distance, cyber originating girlfriend in Oklahoma, who claims she is related to Kristin Chenowith (the person who did the red carpet for the Oscars we watched in our Airport hotel room Sunday night, who my aging Mother asked me about: "Is she a midget or something?"), but , according to the girlfriend, "with a better voice."

Right.

Anyway, this chick was so obsessive about Mr. Perfect Cock's whereabouts from 900 miles away that Mistress showed him the door. Now he seems to want more free therapy about how to handle her controlling ways. (And I suspect that's not the only type of "therapy" he's looking for.)

"I told him if he wants to meet for a drink sometime, that would be OK, Slave."

We will keep you posted.

Finally, before Slave heads upstairs to wake Mistress in the manner to which she has become accustomed, let me do a little Blog housekeeping.

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