Making Plans

First off – today’s illustration. I was on deadline yesterday morning, and did not have the time to download a photo of Mistress with her new friend: the black turkey feather. Thanks to ‘Nilla and our Western Correspondent for their inspiration.

I plan to make sure that high priced (29 cent) feather gets put to good use.

One thing I haven’t mentioned, so far, are some plans that Molly and Mick are making: a few weekends hence we will be traveling down river to meet up with Aisha and her Sir D for one of those munch / play party extravaganza’s she has been writing about to great erotic effect these last few weeks.

Of course, the thought of blog world colliding with reality brings a certain sense of excitement, mingled with danger. But, all in all, Aisha and her friends don’t seem too dangerous.

Molly and Mick are semi-notorious in our Vanilla identities here in River City, so we have steered clear of any “community” activities hereabouts, though there seem to be plenty. We have jobs, kids, families, reputations to guard.

But the thought of quietly slinking into another community, where we can be good old Mick and Molly, has mucho allure.

When Aisha gave us the upcoming date over the weekend, Mistress was quick to remind me of a wedding (the third) for a female friend on our social calendar that same eveing. But then she quickly blew it off:

“We can always go to the next one, Slave…. Meeting Aisha and her friends sounds like so much more fun.”

So we were quickly on the computer, looking for chambers in one of the charming B & B’s down Aisha’s way. Alas. There is some big event there that weekend. So we made a reservation at a more generic spot, not far from the evening’s venues.

Yesterday, after some end of the day worship, we went on a sunset bike ride. The leaves here in River City are in their full vivid fall colors now, and the low sun lit them up with a brilliant flare. Beautiful.

As we coasted down the backside of the long hill we had climbed, Mistress mentioned that she had talked earlier in the day with M about our upcoming plans. Sounds like he was a little envious.

“ I told him we couldn’t find a romantic B & B Slave…. We had to settle for the vanilla variety. But he said that’s probably a good thing …. “

“Why’s that Mistress?”

“ He said it’s hard to have raucous sex in a romantic B & B…. once he and B had some scene going at some rustic Inn in Nova Scotia … he spanked her and apparently made lots of noise doing it…. The next day the folks at breakfast gave him some pretty nasty looks….”

“Hmmmm …. Hadn’t thought if that…. But then I bet you and I are a bit quieter than the Western Correspondent might be.”

They also talked about how a couple presents themselves at one of these kinky soirées.

“M wondered whether we’d go as Mistress and Slave?”

“What are you thinking, Mistress?”

“I don’t know … maybe we just go as “normal””.

“Wouldn’t that be a little rude? They might think we were just gawkers… rather than part of their crowd. It would sort of be like us showing up as Mistress and Slave at that wedding when everyone else came as straight … except for the bridesmaids in drag, of course….”

Yeah. It was going to be that type of wedding.

It was clear Mistress was now running through her wardrobe options. There is no advice column on what to wear to your first “Play Party” is there?

“I don’t think I’m going to wear one of those rope dresses, Slave”

“You don’t wear that Mistress …. You take your cloths off and someone ties it on you….”

She obviously had not been reading Aisha’s blog with sufficient attention to the prurient detail.

This could all get very complicated.



“So how do you think we go should, Slave?”

“Let’s check with Aisha …. But I am assuming I go as your Slave…. Unless you want it to be Switch Day 12 hours earlier than normal?”

Yes. That could be fun.

Mistress said she needed to think about that.