Slave's Long Nightmare Over

Mistress finally came back on the  radar screen  yesterday at around 1 pm. I had not heard a word from her since her frustrating inability to contact me on Tuesday. It was good to learn that she had rejected the Polynesian Warrior's entreaties to become one of his wives, and instead had elected to come back to River City, where we will be reunited on Monday morning.

The poor girl does have a bit of a sexual edge to blunt though.  Despite all the on-board suitors, she was never able to find the privacy to indulge any of them.  But at least there was a "winner", according to an email I received:

"Steve from the UK has pretty much won the arms race. Have spent a lot of time hanging out with him. More later on that when we see one another...."

I did get to talk to her via viber when she arrived at her hotel in Tahiti.  She said that Steve is about her age some sort of adventure travel junky and writer with lots of interesting stories that certainly enthralled Mistress. Sadly, he did not have a private cabin, but was in the boat's "dorm". So there was no place to slide off to for some late night nookie. They did exchange contact information she says. And he likes the little town where our SW hideaway.

"I told him to come visit us, Slave."

"What happened to the French guy, Mistress?"

"Oh I got tired of him. He's a bit of  a cad. Then my sister ended up chasing him around."

Hmmm. I wonder if Mistress's married sister is into cuckolding too?

"And what about the Aussie?"

"Peter.... he was very fit, and charming, but a bit too old for me. Which was a shame, because he had a suite. He and Steve would hang out in his suite. Steve said I should ask him to see it, but I told Steve that Peter might take it the wrong way, since he'd been fawning all over me for a week."

"He must have been disappointed, Mistress."

"Yeah, but he was kind of cute about it. We traded contact information, and he said 'I hope you don't mind if I stay in touch, Molly. As you can probably tell, I'm quite taken by you."

Mistress also had much praise for the hunky crew of the half cargo vessel / half adventure cruiser.

"So buff and hot, slave. An American woman could be a lot worse than setting up hut on one of these islands with one of those guys."

Maybe Mistress should offer her marketing skills to the folks who run this program. "Polynesian hunks on board" could be the new angle that could draw more solo female travelers ....or cuck couples.

Meanwhile, Slave has new orders.

"No more touching slave.  I liked the cock shots you sent me, but I'm shutting all that down so you are nice and horny by the time I get home on Monday."

So my last officially sanctioned "touch" occurred at approximately 4 pm on Friday, mountain time. After about 13 consecutive  days of self abuse, It was hardly memorable.

I've never been so happy to embrace abstinence.

I know you chastity caged readers will find this hard to believe, but I really am glad that's over!  Otherwise I was going to have to ask the WC if he gets that overpriced lube from Amazon Prime.

Slave Hoping to End His Drought Tonight

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...