The problem with taking a vacation is returning to normal life. As a rule, I’m not a fan of normal life. My Yelp review for it would be a two star at most. It appears to principally involve working and being responsible, and neither of those are my strong points.
Fortunately I’ve come up with the perfect solution – take another vacation. I’m not sure if this is an entirely sustainable model, but I’m running with it until proven otherwise. Consequentially, I’m now in Chicago, enjoying more kink and fine food. I had a fabulous session today with Mistress Mara and more kinky fun is planned for the coming days. Sadly, we were so busy enjoying ourselves (i.e. torturing me) that we missed out on photographs. Hopefully, we can fix that for next time.
I’ll finish the post with a totally unrelated image, that I have absolutely zero context for. It popped up on twitter recently, and even with a translator app for the text, I’ve no idea what’s going on. But I love it for the sense of happy menace it presents. I get the feeling that the cheerful smiles and welcoming attitude may vanish once that door slams shut. It puts me in mind of three cats encouraging a naive young bird to step into their den.
