Solitary slave

To entertain our Domme in training, Mistress loaded up the car yesterday and drove her up to the Windy City to visit with Mistress's sister. It's about a 5.5 hour drive, and sister's apartment is right near the Beach, so Mistress should have a little relaxation time, though surely she will miss her slave's daily worship.  How can you not miss this sort of well trained orgasm delivery system?

(Fortunately, we did have time for some stealth sex in our bedroom yesterday morning to tide Mistress over.)

But what about me, you might ask?  How is slave going to handle three nights solo without getting into all sorts of mischief?

Rest assured, I was well and safely occupied last night, sharing some pizza with my oldest daughter and three cute grandkids.  Then home to watch a meaningless Pussycats  exhibition game.  

Mistress did lay out some ground rules>

"If you're not riding your bike to work, then you should be in your cage, slave."

"Yes, Mistress".

I see this rule as an incentive to exercise.  And it looks like the weather will cooperate today.

"And you can play with yourself once a day while I'm gone, slave...."

Well that won't be too hard to comply with.  I can just hear Terri and Diane scoffing about this one.

And even though we had our Sunday morning to tide me over, I took advantage of my privilege last evening, after watching the Pussycats build a comfortable lead against the hapless lesser Pussycats from north Florida.

I guess it could be  worse.  Mistress could have left me with a babysitter.