Sheltering In Place

We hope all of our readers (those of you still paying attention to sex blogs!) are taking the sorts of precautions recommended to keep you and your families safe.  We probably have not been perfect, but are doing our best!

With slave's job on hiatus for at least the next three weeks - and maybe longer - we loaded up an aging Volvo and headed West, coming to ground yesterday afternoon at our SW hideaway.  The drive had a surreal quality - all that "breaking news" on the CNN feed we monitored describing increasingly draconian efforts to close normally open societies. And yet..... when we chatted up or overheard the conversations of locals along the way in Illinois, Kansas and Colorado, we got the definite impression that most folks are still buying the "no biggie",  just a politically motivated "hoax" version of reality they've heard on a certain cable news network.

Out here in the southwest, social distancing should not be a problem.  There's plenty of elbow room. But last night we did go to a (premature" end of the ski season celebration at a Rathskeller up on the mountain to hear our favorite local troubadour.  and before you scold: the crowd was definitely under 50.

We were observing the "no shake / no hug" protocol.  But others, not so much.  In fact, at one point when Mistress went to the ladies, slave was actually approached by a rather hot blonde of a certain age who invited me to join her on the dance floor.  Of course, I deferred, despite her insistence. I did not use the "social distance" excuse. Just said, "No thanks.  I'm good" with a smile.  No slave worth his salt would have dared take to the dance floor without his Mistress's permission!

Of course, I immediately explained to Mistress what happened when she returned.  And she was definitely amused.

"I wouldn't have mined, slave", she assured.

Right. I could just imagine her reaction if she had returned to discover me out on the floor, wiggling with the blonde, less than 6 feet away.  What would Dr. Fauci say?  It would have been a recipe for a very sore bottom and some cage time.

But the good news is that after a 6 week sexual hiatus, due to Mistress's surgery, we are "good to go" these days, with full sexual privileges restored!

At least we have that to soften the blow of no spring skiing and our self-quarantine.