Unscheduled Abstinence Day

Mistress and slave are passing through the very smokey Smokey Mountains. on a journey to visit our cute daughter and her boyfriend in GA for Thanksgiving.  Anything for an excuse to dodge to tired ritual of the big family dinner with all that cooking, whining, and slackering by  extended family members. So many  love to chow down at our table but always find ways to resist any impulse to pitch in when it comes time to clean up.

 This is a particularly good holiday to dodge the ritual big family feast. No doubt there will be plenty of bickering and finger pointing at Thanksgiving Tables throughout America over the results of the Presidential election here in the US.  Did you support the bigoted blowhard? Did you not embrace with sufficient enthusiasm his entitled, prevaricating and seemingly disengaged opponent? Did you "waste" your vote on one of the more idealistic third party candidates?  The options of blame are endless.

We are  anticipating dining out with two young ones not particularly focused on the political havoc, and visiting a town along the shore that is steeped in history. I mean, can the ascendance of Trumpism rival the mayhem of the Civil War and Grant's March to the Sea?

I guess we will find out soon enough.

In the meantime, lets clean up some missing details following Mistress's sleepover date with Jay on Sunday night.  I left you hanging with Mistress locked away in our bedroom with her lover early Monday morning.

As it turned out, Jay had to leave very early. Once he was gone, Mistress invited me to return to the marital bed.  But there was no nookie to be had.

" After all that hard fucking I'm pretty sore down there, slave.....you'll just have to wait until later."

Fortunately, she was willing to accept some morning worship before I headed for work.  Some soothing attention from a skilled and attentive tongue couldn't hurt, could it?

And the up side for slave, despite stirrings from below the belt that could not be immediately satisfied, was savoring the tangy mingled detritus of Mistress arousal from the night before and what her lover left behind.

Yum.

I went off to work a tad horny, but with the expectation that satisfaction might be on the horizon at the end of the day.  But it was not to be.  I had scheduled dinner with my daughter and cute grandkids, while Mistress did some work and packed for our trip.  When I got home around 8 or so, we adjourned to the bedroom.  But there was no hanky panky beyond some additional palliative worship.

"I'm giving you a rain check slave.....I have to say I am still tender from last night."

"Sounds like Jay had some pent up demand after all those weeks of hiatus, Mistress>"

"Definitely. He did that thing where He fucked me standing up with me at the side of the bed.  I'm surprised you didn't hear us."

Not to self: next time go to bed early and turn off the TV.

But don't feel too sorry for this pampered slave.  By Tuesday morning, Mistress was "good to go". And slave was more than ready to break that long, horrific  48 hour abstinence streak.