Not So Empty Nest

I'm a lucky Slave that we  made time for some robust early morning sex yesterday, because our Saturday turned out a little busier than we normally plan, particularly out here in On-the-Lam-I-Stan. I had woken earlier than normal, so spent some time on the blog and catching up on the week's news from back in the States. By the time Mistress called for her Slave, I was more than ready to worship at my personal altar. Fortunately, I was rewarded for my efforts.

After Mistress was suitably fucked, I drifted back to sleep for  a while. Then we were off to various errands and tasks we had put off during a busy work week.

The unexpected development was a brief overnight visit to the Yurt by our sullen teen. She had the ultimate sullen teen emergency; her I-phone crashed!  The horror. It must be like flying blind in the world of a college freshman. And of course, this is a problem only Mommy can resolve.

Fortunately, D, our SBPP logistics coordinator was up to the task of organizing  last minute travel arrangements to our very remote hideout. I won't go into all of the details. But they did involve mid-air refueling and a double humped ground delivery system.

So there the little cutie was, at our Yurt flap  step by midday. I will confess it was good to see her. And I think Mistress misses her girls more than she likes to let on.  They spent a good part of the day doing girl type things, enjoying some local confections, tending to beauty processes (not that they are really needed) and making an appointment with a local black market "genius" to get her I-phone crisis resolved later this morning, before she heads back to campus.

Last evening the two girls settled into watch back-to-back "chick flicks" in one corner of the Yurt. But Slave had other plans. Both of my alma maters were on TV, playing in different cities. But with the benefits of satellite TV,  the extra plasma screen and other necessary furnishings that D had air dropped to us just in case of this type of "crisis", and some handy local sherpas with time available now that climbing season is over, I was able to construct a "man cave" of my own in a remote subterranean area of the Yurt.

Hunkered down with some exotic local brew that had the faint aroma of mangy Yak to give it an unusual kick, I was able to click back and forth through the evening, and watch both of my teams come from behind in the 2nd half to maintain their trajectory to one 2nd tier bowl or another.

And I was even able to catch the end of the "Redneck Riviera Super Bowl" from Tuscaloosa, where two groups of over paid under the table teens battered one another to a 6-6 tie. At that point, it seemed more appropriate to go into extra innings than OT. Fortunately, the team from Bayou country put a swift end to this mediocre misery, with a walk-off field goal. After that sad display, both teams should sink in the polls. 

Sadly, by the time my total college football immersion was done,  and I climbed out of my cave, Mistress was already settled into bed under her Yak furs. It was a little too late to expect a victory lap within those clean shaven folds. In fact, I may deserve a well earned punishment due to my negligence.  I just hope I don't lose my Man Cave privileges until after today's big  NFL showdown!

As you can see, there isn't much sex to report on today, but Slave can't complain! And somehow I think we will make up for lost time, after the camel comes to collect our sweet little co-ed this afternoon.