Holed up

We got into our hotel last night, actually this morning, at 2 am.  On Wisconsin time that would have been 4 am.   We went straight to sleep.  I got up this morning feeling like absolute crap.  Master used me as his fuckholes, and flipped me over and came deep inside me.   We showered together, dressed and dragged ourselves across the hotel to one of the Luxor restaurants.  I had a pecan bacon waffle, which was sooooo not on my diet and full of delicious decadence.   You know what?  Screw the diet.  At least til we get back home.  The coffee and food revived me into my normal chipper self.


Master wanted me to walk with him to the convention, which is two hotels down, so I did.  He said it was only a 10 minute walk but I swear it felt like an hour, or maybe 10 miles.  Then he gave me $50 to spend for the afternoon and turned me loose on Las Vegas.   I had a few moments of near panic at being abandoned in the midst of crowds and casinos, but pulled it together and took the tram back to our hotel.  I stopped for a cup of coffee and to buy a $15 see through shirt (everything I packed is too warm) and holed up in the hotel room to wait for his return tonight.  I might have to venture out for a snack later, but for now I'm enjoying the peace and a lack of over-stimulation.