Road Tripping Mistress

Mistress was on a brief business overnight road trip Tuesday night, leaving slave to his own pathetic devices.

When she called before bedtime, from a holiday inn in some small, rusting river town to the southeast of here, she mentioned that the hotel was packed with golfers for some local tournament.

"I bet you could get some action at the bar, Mistress...."

"No doubt, slave... but I already have one golfer side-dish (Jay).... and the my clients are probably around too. Don't want to scandalize them, slave...."

Mistress will be back tonight, but the bad news is that she leaves again on Thursday afternoon for a two week trip with her mother, the Dowager Domme, and her "princess" sister. They are headed to the Dark Continent. It will be a real adventure. Quite frankly, slave is a little nervous about the safety of his Mistress in the bush of seemingly backwater countries in West Africa.

But Mistress's trip does raise the question of protocols for her slave while left alone here in the land of the AK-47. After I finish work on Friday, I intend to jump in the car and head west to our SW hideaway for about 10 days. There are some chores to do, and Mistress seems more confident that I won't get "into trouble" when out in the high desert rather than on the mean streets of River City.

And what about the cage?

Mistress knows it would be impractical to put me on lock down for the duration of her trip. It would foreclose exercise for one.

"But I want you to bring the cage and wear it when you go out at night.  And I want photos, slave."

I guess we will be using that snapchat app our daughters introduced us to.