MIstress Crash

For Mistress it had been a tough week.... fly back from half way round the planet (well at least it was in Business class), try to re-orient to a 12 hr. time shift, hit the ground running after a week away. Then... her birthday and our anniversary, her Slave heading off for a three night business trip, and a late night into early morning sex marathon Friday night.

When she picked me up at the airport early Saturday afternoon, she had on one of those shape hugging tie-dye dresses with no bra underneath.

"I took a double loop bike ride this morning Slave.... then crashed out on the deck for a while.... sorry, but no shower yet.... is that gross?"

"Just the opposite, Mistress",  I said, embracing her at curbside, "I'm looking forward to all those accumulated flavors."

We had plans to celebrate our Anniversary and her dinner that evening, but there were a few free hours open in our empty (for the weekend) nest.  We rested a bit, then Mistress allowed her three days chaste Slave to savor those clean shaven folds.....

"Am I too gamey, Slave...."

"Ummmmmm....."

I came up briefly for air.

"No, Mistress, just right gamey...." 

I've never been into all those pretentious adjectives the wine "experts" use to describe the flavors of some overpriced Pinot Noir.  "A hint of raspberry.... the subtle aroma of burning peat.... "you know the drill.

So I won't try to overdo..... let's just say there was the salty, musky flavors that had accumulated from a night of cuckold delight, followed by some vigorous exercise in our hot River City humidity.

Lovely, as far as I was concerned.

After Mistress succumbed to my attentions, and then indulged her Slave, she only had a few more words....

"Wake me at 6:45 Slave.... I'm exhausted....."

 Could you blame her? She was so out of it that she never heard me snapping pictures of her....

Details Embargoed

As Slave was finishing up his business here in the Land of Enchantment, and headed for a night at a dreary airport motel for my early flight this morning, Mistress was exercising her contractual rights.

But for reasons that are a little embarrassing, there was a surprise in store for her. Let's just say I didn't here from her until around 2 am her time, when she and a person not to be identified called it a night.

"That was quite a night Slave... I feel like I just rode a camel."

And Mistress, after her trip to the mysterious east, knows of camels. Well not "knows" in that sense, but you get my drift.

This morning as I updated her on my flight, she sent this photo of the detritus left behind after her very busy evening. Tequila for two. Plus some powered assistance.

Seems like Mistress found other ways to amuse herself with Slave off on this too long and poorly timed business trip.

But, at least until the embargo is lifted, what happened in the UCTMW Executive Suite, stays in the UCTMW Executive Suite.

Let's just say I'm very much looking forward to my time to share the same bed this afternoon.

Wherefore art though, Suzanne?

We've been wondering where our friendly  competitors over at All Mine have been lately. Their posts have dwindled to a slow trickle. We miss them. 

Then last night as Slave was walking back to my lonely room here in the Land of Enchantment  I stumbled on this image. Could the mysterious Suzanne have given up her promising academic and blogging career simply to become a model?

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?