One More Election Night

Mistress and Slave spent another evening in the midst of the political classes at our local board of elections, monitoring the vote count for some friends with hats in the ring. That always reminds me that our first blog entry here...now four years ago, documented another local Election Day. Reading that entry makes me realize how the "voice" here has evolved, and the pleasant waters that have gone over the damn since wading into the blog-o-verse, and getting to know some of the characters that have haunted this page: The WC, Donna and Bill, and of course our friendly competitors over at All Mine. You too Sin.... though I am still waiting for illustrations!

And of course back in 2009, Mistress had yet to wade into the world of cuckoldry. While things on that front have been a little slow .... she's been a little preoccupied with her re-launch of her own practice.... she does have a "date" this weekend. It seems that her former fuck-buddy Jay, who has transitioned into a "biking pal", has invited to spend Sunday night at his place to celebrate his birthday.

"Not sure where this is headed, Slave...."

Has Jay's acquired aversion to involvement with someone who "belongs" to another given way to baser instincts? 

We shall see. 

The Election Night proceedings here were not as fraught with drama as they were back in 2009. There was no one about for Mistress to get paranoid about. Instead, the usual suspects were there, sharing stories about the good old days, and mourning a grizzled local political operative - someone I'd known since the days of George McGovern - who, naturally, picked an election day to check out on us.

Impeccable timing, Mike.

Mistress was as lovely as always, flirting with the reporters and local elected officials, while Slave chased the latest returns, called a despondent campaign manager who's candidate was out of the running with the first absentee reports. She had on a black dress and boots, black tights and leather jacket... very Dommish, come to think of it. But most of the guys there were too focused on themselves to pick up the signals, I suspect.

And when the tea leaves became clear, we headed home to our empty nest.... a little too tuckered to do much other than nod off.

'You don't mind if I sleep in the tights, do you Slave...."

"Ummmm..... of course not Mistress....you know how I love to snuggle up to your ass when you have them on...."

And I'm particularly interested in peeling them off this morning.....