Lonely Slave

Mistress has been gone since Tuesday, and even though I was allowed to suspend the "no touch" rule for two evening during her absence (in return for cock shots), there is no replacement for her silken and welcoming clean shaven folds.

There was one day in the cage, Thursday, when I did not ride my bike to work. It was a tight reminder of her authority in this relationship.  But, mercifully,  she sprung me loose when I got home.  That reminded us both that the cage had been sitting on my dresser when our cleaning guy came on Monday.  He must have carefully dusted around it, like the watch, keys, loose change, and other clutter he carefully restores to order on his biweekly visits.

To channel the Governor of Texas: "Oops." 

I wonder what he thinks of his bi-weekly employers now?

Mistress did mention that she had been in touch with her two lovers while on the road.

Jay is the first string. I suspect he will be anxious to see her on her return as well.

And adding some depth to the roster is K.

"K has been in touch too Slave. He says he wants to see me again this week."

I guess he's the "next man in" to keep the football metaphor going.

But I suppose someone has to scratch Mistress's cougar itch from time to time. Although she seems to have appreciated a few days off for those inner thigh muscles that were getting so much exercise before she left town.

And speaking of itches, tomorrow is Sunday. I'm thinking after all this alone time for both of us, we may want to revisit "Switch Day".

I'm sure these red cuffs are around somewhere: