RIP Tights Season

Mistress and her devoted slave have been hunkered down this week, working out tushes off to clear the decks for 10 days away at our southwest hideaway. It will be good to spend some time away on the slopes, even though here in the heartland we are relieved to finally be rid of that gritty snow that stuck around way too long.

The only downside of spring finally coming to River City is the demise of "tights season".  The extended chill catered to slave's fetish - Mistress in those soft and sexy black tights,with or without the convenient aperture at the conjunction of her thighs. It's all good.  And of course, slave can even be distracted by the occasional tighted non-Mistress strolling down the street in the "hustle and bustle" of our quaint "downtown".

Of course, Mistress has strict fashion rules about this sort of thing: once spring arrives, the tights are tucked back in the drawer, not to appear again until next November. [insert frowny face emoticon here]. So Slave better enjoy Mistress in her tights this week, clinging to those textures and memories, because when we get back from our little SW getaway, tights season will surely be over.

Someone else who will get to enjoy watching Mistress wriggle out of those black tights today is Jay, her lover.

Mistress filled me in on her plans last night.

"We found some time on our schedules today, Slave.... it will be quicker than we prefer, but Jay said he really wants to see me before we leave town."

I have a feeling Jay will be doing more than "seeing" Mistress this afternoon, even if their windown of opportunity will be all too brief.