Mistress Can't Catch a Break

Poor Mistress.

She was all primped up.

Her clean shaven folds freshly tended.

Slave was all caged up for the day.

When she called before heading over to her Lover's house for a "nooner" she even reminded me of my status, as she typically does.

How's the cage, Slave?"

"Tight, Mistress...."

But at least a relative heat wave here (up into the 20's.... woo hoo....). NO need for the "peter heaters" that Fury was recommending, at least not until the weekend.

But as I was eating lunch, asking the maitre de to move my table so I would not have to sit next to our insufferable, diminutive Mayor, I got a text from Mistress....

"At Jay's, Slave.  But no sex. will fill you in later....."

I was certainly crestfallen on her behalf, despite my caged status.

Later she filled me in on the sad details.

"Jay has some guys replacing his furnace.... they said they were going to be working outside today.... but it turned out they were in and out all lunch time....it was a real cluster fuck....."

Poor Mistress. All dressed up (or ready to undress) and no one to fuck!

"We had some lunch, talked a bit, but the guys never finished before I had to leave...."

"I guess it was still a little too cold for some snow drift nookie, Mistress?"

She gave me a frustrated snort.

Of course, back in the UCTMW Executive Suite, I  did my best to replace with avid lips and tongue what Mistress had been anticipating. Sadly..... sometimes "home cooking" comfort food cannot make do when you have your heart is set on something a little spicier and more robust.

"So how did you leave it with Jay, Mistress?"

"Maybe next week, Slave....."