Into The Wild

Mistress and slave broke out of the tyranny of our typical weekend in River City: no entertaining the Dowager Domme for Mistress. No chilling with the cute grandsons for Mick.  Instead we packed up our backpacks and headed south into the Bluegrass State. And it wasn't for the Derby. No we headed into the wild for a long (8 miles or so) hike in a national forest. It was raining some, but we were trying to toughen up for a quest scheduled for September to one of the 7 summits.  Putting miles on our aging legs is the key, and so we hunkered down.  Save some sore feet and achy muscles, we survived.

Fortunately, we didn't exactly "rough it" on Saturday night. We found a lovely room at a local state park lodge.  There was time for worship and a nap before dinner at the Lodge's restaurant on Saturday evening.

As we ambled into the dining room, we realized we weren't in River City anymore.

Dinner was the buffet variety, and consisted of fried chicken or fried catfish, and some rather leathery mystery ribs, with some cooked-for-days green beans to provide a color other than brown for your plate. And as we looked around the room we observed that 1) 3/4's of the males were wearing baseball caps over dinner; 2) almost all of the ladies were dyed blondes with big poofy hair; and 3) the average adult weight was about 240 lbs (although the long haired guy in the tie-dye wife beater tee shirt probably through the average out of kilter some).

"This is definitely pre-existing condition country, Mistress".

"You're bad, slave....."

After we licked our fingers of accumulated deep fried chicken grease, and indulged in the dessert bar, we headed down to the "tavern" for an after dinner bourbon.  (What else would you drink in KY?) The bar tender had a haircut that was some sort of tribute to John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. And their were more loud and brassy blondes at the bar, cackling about their disdain for football, as they watched the Yankees and Cubs on the overlarge TV screen above the bar.

Rest assured we quickly consumed our beverages and headed back to the quiet shelter of our room.
It was nice to sleep in,  and engage in some languid wake up sex with Mistress,  before we departed for another few hours on nearby trails.  We had some fried chicken to walk off.

Photo Op(s)

Mistress and slave are headed on a little hiking expedition this weekend.  This has the Dowager Domme's nose out of joint. She's used to Mistress taking her out to lunch on Saturdays. There was a whiney phone call from the DD last evening at around 5:45 pm, as we snuggled in bed, fresh from some post-nap worship. The DD was driving home from her office, and at age 78  still goes to work everyday. She looks down on those of us who don't have an office to go to, who she perceives as kind of lazy and a little too laid back.  Maybe she needs to find some poor sap to flog on a regular basis to get the bad vibes out of her system.

But yesterday, Mistress actually was pretty busy, working through the morning to serve her biggest client. But she did have to slip away at lunch time.  There was a romantic lunch set up with her lover Jay.  I came upstairs around noon to see her primping for her luncheon engagement. Nothing fancy: jeans and a sexy top. But her shoes and toes on a rainy chilly day were worth a photo, don't you think.  What makes a woman show off all that toe cleavage even when the weather is nasty?  The goal of attracting male attention must me at the top of the list.  And that always gets a cuck's motor running.

As I was retrieving this photo for publication, I came across one from a few weeks ago that is also worth sharing.  Here is Mistress relaxing at a bizarre arts venue in Santa Fe called Meow Wolf. Don't you like those cowboy boots?


 It's hard to explain, but it's a fantasy warren of phantasmagorical rooms constructed in an old warehouse.
On a typical day it was clogged with tourists, kids and stoners all getting lost in its various nooks and crannies. But one can imagine what a kinkcter night would be like there.... lots of slaves, masters and mistresses wandering about in various states of restraint and dress (or undress).  I wonder if there is a local kink community in town that might take up the challenge.

Home Office

Have I really been too busy to post this last week?  Rest assured there have been plenty of opportunities for daily sex, worship, cock riding, and the deployment of Mistress's favorite power tool. Sadly,  her "side dish" has been MIA since his sleepover about two weeks ago, I hope Mistress has not missed her daily allotment of cums. That's what slaves are for, right?

Mistress and slave have been sharing a work space  these last few weeks. We both work from home now. I am down on the ground floor where I have pulled together a man cave of sorts.  Mistress works on our middle floor, where her computer and desk are located.

Of course, having officially "retired", my work load has been erratic, and certainly less than Mistress. I've tried to fill up the balance of my days with some sundry tasks in the nature of home improvements, as well as serving a few loyal clients.  I have been writing for some local publications, and dabbling in some local politics too. But  I am a little concerned that Mistress may decide her slave has been a little too lazy of late. Underproductive is not a quality your want in a slave, is it?

If I don't pick up my game, Mistress may have to adopt a new and more assertive style of workplace supervision.

Handyman

Slave and Mistress are settling into our new routines here in River City. Now that I have no office to go to everyday, I am available to entertain Mistress on a more regular basis. Sure, there are some clients I continue to serve, but the pace is more leisurely.

There are bike rides, morning sex, afternoon worship and a late afternoon nap to fill the day. But that still leaves time for slave to expand my portfolio of household duties.  I've spent more time working ion our yard, clearing honeysuckle and planting flowers. There are weeds to be eaten. And I have almost completed the task of painting and installing new cabinet doors in our kitchen.

Once that task is completed, I guess I will have to develop a new work plan.

Maybe some new hand made furniture that Mistress might find useful:

What Mistress doesn't want a throne?

Or maybe a suitable display stand for her slave when she wants to show me off to her friends? (or keep me out of the way when entertaining her lovers?)


The worry is that if I don't find something to keep myself busy and useful, Mistress might get annoyed, and simply see me as a tool for her own pleasure. That could get a little boring for her. Who wants the same old work-a-day cock day after day?