Mistress is flying over the Atlantic as I write here, off on a mission of discovery with her mother and sister, to visit some cities and sites of profound meaning for each of them. And though it would have been nice to tag along, this is a journey that provides this little trio a rare and probably last chance to travel together. ( And also to drive each other insane.)
Believe it or not, their itinerary does not include a stop at Westminster Abby on Friday morning. Though I suspect they may pick up some tacky wedding swag at Heathrow tomorrow before catching their connecting flight east. Maybe an overpriced “Wills and Kate” shot glass, to go with the Cuban rum I’ve asked Molly to pick up at Duty Free on her way home?
Come to think of it, if you wait until the flight back, I bet you can buy that shot glass at half price, as the market collapses for “wedding of the century” tchotchkes.
And keep an eye out for Elton John at the airport Mistress… he’s probably re-written Candle in the Wind one more time for this event, don’t you think?
Of course, Slave’s been trying to avoid seeming too needy and pathetic about Mistress’s extended absence. But it’s hard to tell my cock to just suck it up and deal. And I do believe Mistress had her own unusually needy reaction this morning, our last together for about 11 days.
Normally I have to wake Mistress in the morning, usually after I finish my “homework” and post it for all of you to share. Before we went to sleep Monday night, Mistress had told me “wake me for sex at seven, Slave” (trying saying that a dozen times).
But by 6:30 am she was up, down the stairs looking for something.
“Where’s my cock, Slave?”
Fortunately, I was just finishing up, and we proceeded upstairs, back to bed.
After Mistress read, and I worshipped, Mistress made her intentions clear.
“I want to suck it one more time before I go, Slave.”
As you might expect, I made no effort to dissuade her, not that it would have been my “place” to do so.
But what she found was a fully realized cock, not one that needed any further “coaxing”.
“Oh my, Slave…. this is a really hard one already.”
“Maybe it’s figured out that this will be it’s last chance for the real thing for a while, Mistress.”
Yes, the work-a-day cock seemed to have a mind of its own Tuesday morning. So much so that Mistress felt compelled to ride it hard, as she had the night before, to a dramatic effect for both of us.
It turned out that we it was good we had the extra time that Mistress’s early wake up allowed. Because we used it all.
We drove to work together, Mistress tapping away on her I-phone, a little freaked at being disconnected so profoundly from work for so much longer than normal, as I navigated the traffic. I dropped her off at her office, with plans to reconnect around 2 pm for the drive to the airport.
But despite her need to tie off all those loose ends at work, she was able to break away a few minutes earlier for one last visit to my office.
I pulled the chair up against the door, and Mistress wriggled out of her black undies, letting her sandals slide to the floor. Before I “dug in”, I murmured my regrets.
“I’m gonna Miss this Mistress.”
“Me too Slave…”
Mistress and I talked a few times as she waited in the British Airways First Class lounge in Chicago this evening. She was looking forward to the pampered upgrade her sister had arranged, sipping a glass of Chardonnay as we talked.
“I did get to talk a little to M too, Slave…. he made sure I understood all those complicated rules.”
In fact, it seems M may miss Molly almost as much as her Slave will.
“Hope you get to have some of those bonus orgasms on the plane tonight, Mistress.”
“We’ll see, Slave….”
(Cuddled into these accommodations, she should have plenty of opportunity, M)
By then it was time to sign off, and power down.
And of course, there’s a song to go with all this. A maudlin song.I mean, really maudlin.
I promised Mistress I would email her the blog so she could read it in the morning in London…. Hope you enjoy this one, Mistress!
Have fun over there.
