Mistress Delayed, But Not Denied.

Mistress and slave had a romantic evening in one of the US's most romantic evening's on Friday night, culminating in dinner at a cozy joint we love. We then adjourned to a funky sort of "not tell, motel", where there was some final furtive fucking in the middle of the night, before a pre-dawn alarm went off for our trip to the nearby airport.

The plan was for Mistress to take off at 6:40 am and be back in River City by 1:30 pm or so. She'd have a chance to re-fresh, maybe even exercise before her big date with her new lover, JJ.

So much for good planning.

When I dropped her off at the tiny regional airport, skies were clear, her flight was "on time",  and the plane was there waiting for her.  No problem! But then thunderstorms in Dallas delayed Mistress's flight. First for an hour. Then two.  But it was still taking off, right? Then even boarded and taxied to the tarmac.

But then.... a weather hold.  Then the flight crew "timed out". Plane emptied. Flight cancelled. By then I had driven back to our hideaway, getting the updates by text message. I got back on my computer and re-booked Mistress on a late afternoon flight, from another airport an hour to the south. I even offered to drive back and haul Mistress to the other airport. Fortunately, she was resourceful (and cute) and bummed a ride from a Dallas Swat Team leader who also was left high and dry by American Airlines.  At least she was in good hands!

Of course, we talked several times during the day as she traveled through Minneapolis back to River City.  She wouldn't arrive back in Cincinnati until near midnight, killing her chance for some pre-travel hijinks with  her alpha lover. She had planned to have dinner with a female friend on Sunday, but her schedule was now rearranged.

"I cancelled with her and now will get together with JJ tomorrow night, slave.  He's been texting me all day to check on where I am and what's been going on......"

I also texted with JJ, while I was watching a rock-a-billy band at a local watering hole as Mistress languished in the "Twins Bar" up in the Twin Cities last night.

slave:  "She may have to fire her travel agent. (me)."

JJ: "I am sure she will find ways to punish you."

slave: "More cage time?"

JJ: "Very likely".

Speaking of cage time, Mistress has imposed certain rules while we are sadly separated these next three weeks or so:

1. Wear the cage when you go out in the evenings.
2. Take a "snapchat" photo of the cage when that occurs as "evidence" of my compliance.
3. I am allowed to "self-abuse" no more than once per-day.

Rest assured I followed rules one and two last evening before I headed out for a burger, some beers and some music. Let's hope this travel snafu does not make her change her mind about rule # 3. Otherwise it could be a long three weeks!