Hush, slaveboy.

Hi everyone. Mistress and I went on a few trips this last few weeks, which is why I've been out of contact save for a couple of short messages and tweets.

We took a few four-day weekends (sually Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday), staying at a hotel in Carmel and another one in Monterey a couple of times. The pattern for these outings is always the same.

I pick the venues and get Mistress's approval, then make the reservations ahead of time. The night before, we do our usual fun stuff (I cook, we eat dinner, watch TV, and then she has me go down on her to an orgasm before she goes to bed).

I pack the car while she sleeps and then join her in bed. I set my alarm to wake me up an hour before we leave so I can wake her with a foot massage and breakfast. Then I make the bed and clean the house a bit more before we take off so that she can come home to a clean house.

When we get to our hotel, I deal with the front lobby and get two sets of room key cards. I deliver one key card to her and I take everything up to the room while she waits somewhere comfortable, usually with a paperback she is reading, then I unpack and put everything out in the room the way she likes it. When everything is set (about 20 minutes), I strip and kneel in the middle of the room and text-message her so she can come up.

When she enters the hotel room, it's the way she has told me to set everything up (all her clothes hung up or put in the drawers, her toys in the bedstand, etc.) Then, we go about relaxing, or rather, I just do whatever I am told, which is truly joyous to me, and very relaxing for her.

Our last trip was a couple of weekends ago and we got back into town last Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, I was something of a pain in the ass, arguing with Mistress Laura about some pretty trivial stuff. I don't even really know why.

On Friday, when I got back home from work, and went to kneel naked in her office, she turned to me and said:

“My boy, I think you are talking back too much and I want to have a fun weekend this weekend. So, this whole weekend, you are to not speak until I give you permission again. When you need an answer, get your point across by hand signals, and if you can't, write it down.”

I started to say “Yes, Ma'am” and then stopped myself, just nodding.

So, Friday and the whole weekend, my Mistress wife did not speak to me except to tell me what to do. The hours were filled with silence. She even turned off the ringers on the phones, put our cell phones on silent mode, and did not turn on the TV or radio.

She directed me to cook, to clean, and to generally perform the tasks I normally would. The whole time, she relaxed, did paperwork from time to time, read her paperbacks, or just lounged or napped.

After about a day and a half, the silence started to seep into me; to make my own internal dialogue start to quiet down. At the same time, I felt more in tune with Mistress.

Sunday night, after Mistress Laura let me lick her pussy, when she was completely satisfied, she had me kneel at the foot of the bed and put a condom on. Then she sat at the edge of the bed and had me kiss her feet.

“It's been a few weeks since I let you come. Would you like to come for me?”

I nodded.

“Hump the ground, slaveboy. No hands. Make yourself come for me.”

I did as I was told, kissing her feet at the same time. I'm certain I looked completely ridiculous. When I came, she finally said “You may speak again.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

This period of silence did something interesting to my state of mind. I'm now slightly calmer in the background of my mind and have an interesting experience of myself as separate from my thoughts. I don't know if that makes any sense to anyone, but that is what it is.