Mistress was away last night.
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.
"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.