Slave's Feeling Guilty; Mistress Home Alone... Isn't there an App for that?

Normally Slave would have been happy for a relatively low key business trip to the land of enchantment... but not with Mistress home alone after our painful two week separation.

The bottom line is that we had about 48 hours together before I had to head out again. And because of lousy air connections I won't get back to her until Saturday afternoon.

Even worse, she's suffering from a cold or some other post travel maladies that have her crashing back at our empty nest.

She needs some serious pampering, and her Slave is two time zones away.  It had me feeling so bad that I almost picked up the "toy" I saw in a local gallery, so she could properly punish me for letting her down.

It's a shame I can't send over some Slave surrogate, to fill in when I'm out of town, just like it would be nice for Mistress to have a key holder surrogate when her Slave travels and she wants to make me wear my cage, but still give me the freedom to get through TSA screening, or maybe get some exercise.

Come to think of it, maybe there is a service industry just waiting to be born here. Sounds like a project for one of those hip business incubator's, with an attendant APP:

"Your Slave is on the road.... use this APP to find a nearby and trust worthy Domme willing to make sure he's safely locked away at bed time.... "

"Mistress traveling or home alone.... this APP quickly sends out a casting call for trust worthy submissives who will pop over for some stress relieving worship, a relazing massage or foot rub...."

At the least, can't some dork do a TED presentation on this unfulfilled marketing opportunity?

I am Not Worthy

I'll bet many of you thought Mistress and Slave just disappeared.... the last you heard from us, Slave was driving east across Missouri and Mistress was jetting back from South Asia with the Mistresses in training and her Mother....

Well we all made it home safely. And between catching up for lost time between the sheets, adjusting to the time changes and reminding our offices that we still did work there, it's been pretty hectic.

Rest assured that Mistress did "twist my arm (or was it her cock?)" to hang out with her in the Executive Suite for about an hour of carnal delight Monday morning after I collected her and her entourage from the airport. Since then there has been some robust cock riding and clean shaven fold worshiping.  Mistress was in withdrawal after two weeks of sharing a bedroom with her Mother, and Slave was more than happy to help her resume her habits.

In particular, I had the opportunity to worship her Monday morning, after that long overnight flight from Delhi. It gave me a chance to savor all those exotic spices and residual flavors that originated half a world away.

It was almost as good as being there! (Actually better, considering the absence of jet lag).

But sadly, we are now disunited again. I am at the airport, headed west again. Work has called me back to "Breaking Bad" Country, and on a very special day, which makes it all the worse.

You see, it's a big birthday for Mistress. And also our 20th Anniversary.

She's been supportive, knowing that this sort of inconvenient travel is part of the deal. And once I'm back.... we'll there will be catch up time.

It certainly is a bad time for Slave to leave town. We should be celebrating 20 years of adventures together... kids that have grown and blossomed.... good times, challenging times. And lots of sex.  I've known all along that this pampered Slave is most fortunate to have found the love of my life.  Two weeks of separation made it all the more apparent.

And it's particularly sad that this weekend both of the Co-Eds will be away.... a brief period of empty nest time starting tomorrow evening that Slave will miss sharing with Mistress - at least on Thursday and Friday night.

But when the Slave is away....

Mistress got a text from Mr. Perfect Cock, wondering if she wanted to meet for a drink. They've set up a "date" for Friday night. He does have some explaining to do .....he was the guy with the stalker girl friend from a few states away. He claims she's been dumped. But whether Mistress will invite him back to our empty nest for a night-cap Friday night. Well that is a question that only she can answer.

"We'll see how it goes Slave...."

Well at least she won't be lonely when she gets home to an empty house in Fiday.

In the meantime.... I encourage our readers to wish Mistress a happy birthday. Hopefully I won't have earned a punishment as a result of this unfortunate and untimely absence.

Wild Horses (Couldn't Drag Me Away)

Slave is heading back to River City. One day of the two day drive is completed. Somehow it seems more fun on the way out than on the slog back to the daily routine.

But at least I have more to look forward to than a return to my office.

 I will be collecting  Mistress and the two Mistresses in training at the airport Monday morning after their long journey back. I've been hoping she won't be too jet legged for a little mid-afternoon nooky, since it's been a long time since I've had the chance to worship those clean shaven folds. But I didn't want to press my luck (I almost did a typo there -- had to correct from "lick").

My drive today was highlighted by a herd of about 30 wild horses in the open range of southern Colorado - It's the first time I've seem them so close to the highway. Imagine: brought here by the Spaniards in the 1500's. "Liberated" by the Comanches or Apaches. Then wandering off into the wild to regenerate like a native species.

And when I spoke to Mistress this evening - early morning where she is, and bed time here in some sleazy motel in central Missouri - she made it clear she's counting on her Slave to do more on Monday than just collect her at the airport.

"I hope you don't have to go right back to work after you take us home Slave.... we have some catching up to do"

As the song goes.... wild horses couldn't drag me away.

Slave Rebellion

Dear Mistress,

I know I am risking a severe punishment, but I've decided there is one directive you've given me on this trip that I can no longer follow:

NO MORE MASTURBATING!

After all those years following the "no touch rule" I thought it would be a nice opportunity to get re-acquainted with my right hand. So when you told me I had to do it every day, I thought "wow. now that should be fun!"

But like too much ice cream, or the day after Holloween as a kid: too much of a good thing is just, well,  too much.

After all,  in these years of training, you've wired me to focus on pleasing you. My greatest satisfaction comes not from the daily sticky discharge of some bodily fluids, but hearing your moans of satisfaction as my lips and tongue ply their experienced craftsmanship on your clean shaven folds.

 Plus it seems so unfair that you've had to stifle your sexual needs while rooming on the road with your Mom. Now that you are in Delhi, maybe you can find some sexy British businessman, or hunky Indian lad to salve your needs, just to tide you over for our afternoon encounter on Monday after I collect you at the airport.

Yes, I know there are guys out there who find no greater pleasure than in taking matters into their own hands. The type that can go through vats and vats of high end lubricants comparable to the motor pool at the Air Force Academy.

But I know now that's not me! Indeed, in retrospect I am starting to wonder whether this was a lesson you were trying to teach me. That by overexposing me to "self-abuse" I would realize what a hollow and unsatisfying experience it is compared to pleasuring you and the generous reciprocation you've provided on a daily basis whenever we are together. You are the Tom Sawyer of Mistresses, and I am the dork you've persuaded to paint your fence for free.

I truly am a pampered house slave!

So I hope you won't take my insubordination too hard. But I am now on a masturbation strike! Call me the Spartacus of the Carrot Cuffers if you will. But unlike Edward Snowden I am not seeking asylum in Moscow. I'm turning myself into the proper authorities - you - for whatever punishment you deem fit.

Your defiant Slave,

Mick