Slave is heading home this afternoon, as long as the furlough taxed air traffic controllers have enough attention to spare to my humble mini-jet back to River City.
As you might imagine, I'm getting a little horny while following the "no touch" rule imposed by Mistress. (I can already hear the cynical snickering from certain quarters).
I do feel a little guilty that she's been going without any worship or other sexual attention back at home. It's like I let her down as a social secretary on AM. Of course, there are some guys who continue to keep knocking on her cyber "door".
"Shane (the Witchita Lineman) keeps tecting me Slave.... he;s kind of sweet, and wanted to take me to lunch yesterday."
"Maybe throw him a bone and text back."
Ultimately, she must have relented, and said she might consider lunch next week.
"At least he's trying hard to impress, Slave."
"He knows you're worth it."
Mistress also had what she described as a chaste dinner with her former lover Jay on Wednesday night, along with his son. But he's still in his "I don't want to get too attached to you" phase. A little bizarre, but Mistress still enjoys his company, even if it does not involve those marathon fucking sessions.
Here on the East coast, I've treated our younger cute Co-Ed to a couple of dinners, and had a little time to walk around, running into one of the characters that still haunts our friends in Boston:
It's a young Babe Ruth, watching over the new / retro stadium in his hometown. He's the guy the Red Sox traded for chump change to the dreaded Yankees all those years ago. Some say that unfortunate trade triggered the "curse of the Bambino" that long World Series draught that only ended a few years ago, and now may be getting a 2nd wind. (I'm wondering if the Patriots might suffer a similar fate after unceremoniously dumping their over-achieving smurf-like receiver, Wes Welker?)
Fortunately, even though Slave has gone without these last few days, I am optimistic that I can count on my "drought" ending tonight, well short of the record set by the Sox...