Old Mick is more of the "Tuesday night Bingo" school of religious training, and so was able to beg out on the trip to Temple.
But in my own way I am atoning tonight.
We left off this morning with Slave still on abstinence duty, because Mistress had a sleepover with her lover J. She cut me some slack and released me from my cage once I got home Monday evening, allowing me a vigorous bike ride and a good night's sleep without one of those "wake up in the middle of the night with an ambient hard-on straining against my steel confines" incidents.
Believe me, friends. You don't want to go there.
And despite what you skeptics out there think, particularly Suzanne and the WC, I was well behaved on the "no touch" honor system.
This afternoon, I was fantasizing that when we got home this evening there might be time for a "quickie" before Mistress headed off to her rendezvous with her God.
But some work calls and the quick turnaround required meant there was no time for more than some well deserved worship for Mistress as she laid back on our bed, her lovely, athletic legs spread, and read this morning's blog entry here in our executive suite.
"You're just going to have to wait until services are over Slave..... I'm sure you can handle a few more hours of cage time. A little more atonement on your behalf won't hurt, will it?"
"I suppose not, Mistress....."
I was not going to press my luck... After all, these is still hope for some action for my locked down cock later this evening. It's not like asking Sandy Koufax to pitch in the World Series.
Is there any religious prohibition against operating a key on a little lock on the night of Yom Kippur?
Let's hope not.
