Vamanos....

Mistress and slave are headed back into what one of my friends referred to as "this massive shitstorm...." Then there was the other correspondent reporting news from the front, who described the election and it's outcome as a "cluster fuck".  (You can say that in a sex blog, right?)

We are still in denial, which has been aided by a 6 hour time shift, and our disciplined refusal to monitor the US news sites.  But time is running out. Here we sit at Madrid Airport, hoping against hope that Trump will close the borders and shut is out....but then I guess he can't do that until January!  Bad timing once again.

Fortunately, we did have time for some robust wake up sex this morning, before our desultory routine of packing up for the long journey to the new, post-election world, where "Pussy Grabbing" is now the sport of wood- be kings.

So let's just share a few more images from our travels and call it a day.  See you all on the other side.


It seemed that in Madrid there were fewer ladies taunting slave with their tights. Mistress specualated that it's warmer here than in Brussels.  Or maybe the town is more casual than Brussels. But here is an image I secretly copped at the aeropuerto.

The street life in Madrid is vibrant.  All those tapas bars and Cervezarias serving their customers late into the night.  So normally, I'm not looking up.  Surprisingly, it was Mistress who pointed out this roof top vision to her tights addled slave. 

It's a neck craning way just to get a glimpse of stocking tops.

So Adios for now, amigos. If you don't hear from us again, assume that the Trump deportation force has aprehended us as "social degenerates" and that we are languishing in a secret prision, awaiting our turn on the water board.