Hunkered Down in Our Hideaway

Mistress and Slave survived Kansas and finally arrived at our SW hideaway on Tuesday afternoon - just in time for a late afternoon nap.

The drive was uneventful - a couple of roadside cafe breakfasts, and an overnight stay in Bob Dole's hometown. We stopped for dinner at a local restaurant where the steaks were thick and the locals were even thicker. There maybe something about all those bovine growth hormones leaching into the ground water.

Once in Colorado, we did do a little "market research" at one of those new fangled "recreational dispensaries", staffed by hippie grandpa and hippie grandma, who gave us the run-down on their inventory and all these new fangled "delivery systems".  We even picked up something for Mistress to share with her lover Jay if we decide to go back to River City.

Mistress got some early morning Kansas worship, if only to defy Governor Brownback, but we saved the day's main event for our arrival at our little adobe in the shade of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.  After a recuperative nap in our cozy bedroom, Mistress directed slave to insert "your device" (the trusty aneros) which had its typical effect. Rest assured that Mistress received some starter cums via her slave's oral "delivery system" before slave got his reward for all that driving over the last two days.

It was well worth it.

Speaking of worthwhile, Marc, "The Cuckolder" left a comment yesterday wondering if he'd be invited to visit the SW hideaway.

Marc, the welcome mat is out. And I suspect Mistress would make your visit more than worthwhile.