Best Election Night Ever

Well, I'm not talking about the results, which from our collective point of view kind of sucked. For those of us with a blue tinge, all I can say from too many years of experience is that these things tend to go in cycles. And the sooner you "bottom out" the sooner things get better. Here's looking to 2016!

No, I'm talking about how Mistress and Slave elected to spend election night.

Typically, we've spent our election nights out at our local Board of Elections, monitoring results and "protecting the vote", so to speak. Then off to some triumphant (or desultory) party or two to share the joy or feel the pain of another candidate or issue and their followers.  Some of our most loyal readers might recall that our very first entry here recounts an election day (and night) five years ago. (Amazing we've been doing this for so long, isn't it?)

This year I did spend my day on election duties, but made sure that my schedule was free starting at 6:30 pm, an hour before the polls closed here in the heartland. I knew which way the wind was blowing, and made sure I was not going to be there for the gloating.

Of course, Mistress took suitable precautions to make sure I kept to my plan, regardless of any unforseen crises or temptations.

"You're wearing your cage slave....."

"Yes, Mistress."

It was locked and "loaded" with slave's work-a-day cock when I left the house at around 6 am. Pre-dawn chastity is not my idea of a good time, but I know who is in charge.

As the day wore on, and slave was squirming in his tight confines, I made sure that my replacement at our local elections board was lined up and ready to relieve me (my duties, not my pent up sexual juices!) in plenty of time to get home before the polls closed.

As a result, I was home in bed with Mistress, by about 7:15 pm. We looked at some early results via computer, then turned to a more hospitable agenda: early evening nookie. Mistress generously sprung me loose, then gave some additional directions.

"Why don't you go insert your device, Slave...."

She was referring to the aneros, which always assures a particularly hard cock for her amusement.

Over the next 30 minutes or so, as the full extent of the electoral carnage became known to those of you watching CNN, we had other things to do: pleasuring Mistress with my tongue and lips, some frantic cock riding,,,,, you know the drill. Good sex is the best anti-depressant!

It was a much better way to wait for the full, ugly  results than hanging out with the usual suspects.

Here's hoping we make it a tradition.