Float Like a Butterfly and...

It's been one of those weeks here at the UCTMW World HQ.

One daughter off loaded to her bucolic college town... another suddenly whining about how she would really rather go somewhere else than where we plan to off load her on Sunday.

Mistress starting a new job, and juggling the demands of insistent clients.

Then, with all those balls in the air, on a late afternoon bike ride Wednesday with former fuck buddy Jay.... she gets stung on her forehead by a bee.

Oops. 

By the next morning, one side of her face is swollen and puffy, eye completely shut.

Not only does this upset the beautiful symmetry of her lovely face, it also throws an overly scheduled day into chaos.

"I'm not going out in public looking like this, Slave...."

"And you can't drive that way, in any event....."

(Slave is the practical one here).

So Slave went to work, and she conscripted one of the Mistresses in training to take her to the MD.

By the end of the day, and with some medication, the swelling had diminished some, giving her a little more vision in her eye.  We decided to go to dinner at a local restaurant, since our other dinner plans had gone up in flames.

But naturally, we ran into several friends and acquaintances, who, seeing Mistress's swollen eye,  started eying Slave with suspicion. I could hear them thinking "Did he clobber her?", since the affect on Mistress's face was about the same as someone who had been on the losing end of a bar fight. Fortunately, Mistress was happy to blame it on the bee. Otherwise, the local police would have been showing up at our door before the evening was out.

By yesterday, Mistress's face  was almost back into normal shape, and she resumed her jam packed schedule. It included a jazz concert in a local park by an extraordinary singer I'd never heard before.... a nice respite for Mistress and Slave to sit under a tree, enjoy the crowd and the music. And, as it turned out, the guy's hit song has a Femdom theme to it..... featuring a guy in a cage, with the babe dancing around him, taunting.... check it out: Be Good (Lion's Song).

When we got home, discovering that the nest was briefly empty, we made sure to exploit the opportunity, with Slave settling in for some devotional worship of her clean shaven folds, and Mistress indulging me afterwards with the opportunity to fuck her.

Now if we can only make it to Sunday evening.....