Slave got sent off to work in his cock cage Monday, all safe and secure. Mistress would be heading off to the Big Apple for a two day business trip on Monday afternoon.
"I always feel better knowing that you're in that cage, Slave...."
But what was still unclear to me was how Mistress would spend her day before heading to the airport. When I came upstairs for some bon voyage sex, Mistress reported that she'd been texting with K, aka, Mr. Perfect Cock, who was clearly anxious to see her.
"He offerred to bring over coffee this morning, Slave."
"And you said?"
"That my husband was home.... but that seemed not to bother him....he said he could say hi to you, then bring me coffee in bed."
"Sounds pretty appealing, Mistress..."
"It does.... but since I'm going away I figured it would be a little unfair to leave you high and dry."
See, she is a compassionate Mistress. And she had the full benefit of that tight steel ring around my cock and balls that produced a particularly hard and persistent work=a-day cock for our Monday morning leaving town sex.
When we were done, I slid the cage into place, and she snapped the lock closed.
"I'm going for a bike ride, Slave.... then getting dressed before K comes over for "lunch". I'll let you know what happens."
As you might expect, I was on eggshells waiting for her account of her lunch meeting with K, which she ultimately agreed would be at our house.
At around 1 pm she called.
"So how was lunch, Mistress?"
"There wasn't a whole lot of eating, Slave.... he sort of attacked me when I opened the door."
Hmmm.
"You mean he kissed you...."
"He went kind of crazy, Slave.... I could feel that hard cock in seconds."
"Ahhh.... so what were you wearing, Mistress....."
"Actually, just that silky robe...."
My guess is that Mr. Perfect Cock figured the garb Mistress elected to greet him in gave a hint at what she might be open to, don't you think?
Mistress reported that they did it twice.... with a little cheese and crackers in between....in various positions.
"You know, me on top. him on top. From behind. Me on the side of the bed with him standing. He's into lots of positions."
"Impressive Mistress. And twice in two hours?"
"It's an advantage of that 43 year old cock, Slave.... but he is a little quirky ....I'm not sure whether we really connect at a particularly deep level".
"But there must be some appeal...."
"Yeah.... he's got that Abercrombie model thing going for him.... and sort of looks like Lance Armstrong. That's pretty hot. I guess I'm just kind of superficial, aren't I?"
But who's to judge.... why can't a smart and sexy woman fall for some eye candy every now and then? Guys sure do it.
Now Mistress is in her hotel suite in NYC, and we just signed off for the night.
"My parts are a little sore, Slave..... sex with you, bike ride, then sex with K.... I think I need some rest."
Poor Mistress. At least she'll have two nights of R & R before she returns to all her suitors in River City.
In earlier interviews, Broadwell described meeting Petraeus in 2006 at Harvard, where she was working on a dissertation about leadership. She said they soon started e-mailing and discussing her research.
forces in Afghanistan in June 2010, he invited her to Kabul, and she decided to turn her dissertation into a biography. She made repeated trips to Afghanistan to spend time observing Petraeus.
In describing Petraeus in a CBS News interview two months ago, she said: “He, at the end of the day, is human and is challenged by the burdens of command. . . . So, he has this mask of command — you think he’s really confident — but I got to see a more personal side. He’s confident, but he’s also very compassionate about the loss of troops and sacrifices we’re making in Afghanistan.”
Ah, yes. She can see through that "mask of command". In fact, as a West Point grad who is clearly pretty buff, she has a whiff of Domme about her that maybe the General found appealing at the end of a long day giving orders to the grunts. And one can speculate how that email exchange evolved into an invitation to check out his bachelor barracks out in Kabul, half a world away from their respective spouses, where the whiff of danger from the possibility of a Taliban ambush can make even the most devoted husband or wife throw caution to the wind and surrender to the immediacy of the moment.
Actually, it all seems pretty natural, doesn't it? Ike and Kay Sommersby, his loyal WAC jeep pilot, apparently had something like this going on as he saved the world from Hitler during the Big One. Somehow that did not disqualify the simple soldier from Abilene from two terms at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
But we are a lot nosier and apparently more judgmental these days. And it seems that E-mail played a role in exposing this trsyt, forcing the General to offer his resignation when he knew the scandal was about to explode around him, like one of those suicide vests he was able to dodge in Kabul.
It's sad when the Washington scandal machine is more dangerous to an American soldier than the Taliban.
Should Obama have rejected the proferred resignation? Who's to say. But maybe by falling on his sword, gthe General will turn what would have been months of speculation and judgmental tut-tutting into a few days of media hype before Paula Broadwell's name becomes a trivia question answer to go along with Monica Lewinsky, Jennifer Flowers and other "Bimbo erruptions" of the past. But she's a little different isn't she? married to a Doctor, with two kids of her own, an author and West Point Grad. She's hardly your standard issue bimbo. But will the press and public notice the difference?
No doubt the former General will fade from public view for a few months, only to suddenly re-emerge as an "expert" talking head on CNN or FOX the next time there is an international crisis, earning a few hundred grand in appearance and speaking fees. Wesley Clark will drop one rung on the "Former Generals" booking list for all those cable news producers out there desperate for content.
It all seems a little unfair. The approach of the French to such matters seems much healthier: why take away a talented man or woman from public life based on what happens in their bedrooms (or command tents)?