"Simone" and "Sam" have been forced to go on the Lam, after some sloppy security work exposed them to their potential "enemies". Fortunately, they've found help through the SBPP.
("Sex Bloggers Protection Program"). Follow their adventures here until its safe for them to resume their prior alter-egos.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

From a Cold and Lonely Yurt

Mistress was away last night.

She had an important work assignment in what passes for the big city in these parts. Fortunately, she did not have to find her own way there, since the trails can be a little tricky, particularly at night. Her employer arranged for a special Yak Service to pick her up and deliver her to her desination.

And no, D. This is not Francois, although he does have a certain Continental bearing. Francois is a bit taller, and not as snappy a dresser. Though I can see him in that little chin beard.

Before she departed, Mistress had be stop by her office late yesterday afternoon to say goodbye. It's a big open plan sort of affair, with very little privacy. So you can imagine my frustration when I got to sit next to her on some thick blankets, sipping some green tea, her fingers gently stroking my receding hairline, but was unable to engage in any goodbye worship.  It was as if I failed in my prime directive.

Mistress was solicitous though.

"How's the cage Slave?"

"Hmmmm.... thanks for reminding me.... it's tighter now, Mistress."

I did make sure Mistress's Hitachi was backed away in her saddle bags, just in case she had a horniness emergency.

So I kissed her goodbye, shared some dinner with a cranky old lady in a local "comfort food" joint (try the YakLoaf and mashed tofu with gravy sometime of you get the chance), and headed back to the Yurt.

Although it's a cozy place, it seemed particularly cold there last night without Mistress to sidle up against under the furs.

Later, as I was drifting off, Mistress called me from her hotel.

"It's pretty nice here Slave.... I think I'm going to have a drink with some of the folks from my office...."

"sounds good Mistress ... I'm just going to sleep."

"But since you've been a good Slave, I'll let you take the cage off now."

Ahhh.   That was a relief, nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night with a "cage emergency". (You know, the little fellow decides to take a stretch, only to bash into those implacable steel walls.)


She told me where she had secreted the key, but reminded me that I was still on the honor system.

"Remember, no touching, Slave."

"Not a problem, Mistress....."

I may be pampered, but I am pretty well trained.

Fortunately, Mistress will be back in the Yurt this evening. So my training won't be tested too rigorously.


Anonymous said...

Dear Sam,

I think you are a role model for slaves everywhere.



sin said...

Dear Sam, I agree with Aisha.

Donna said...

I'm know you'll feel more secure tonight with Mistress Simone back in your bed and available for proper worship.

How sweet of Mistress Simone to call and uncage you. And how efficient that some wonderful logistician had arranged for battery back-up for your solar powered phone system so you could receive that call.

You are one lucky man.

Except for that dinner thing. Stay away from cranky old ladies and mashed tofu. Ew!


Suzanne said...

As plush as your yurt seemed to be at first, it certainly doesn't have all the comforts of home. And remember, no matter where you are, without your Mistress by your side, it will never be home.


Mistress and Slave on the Lam said...

You are exactly right, Suzanne. There's no place like home, with Mistress right where she belongs, nex to me in bed....Sam