The cloud has lifted and the collar is now not as tight as it was last week. So maybe would be the best time to ask something that I had never asked anyone before and still not feeling right about doping so nowSomeoem prayer and patience for all that is happening here on my side of the computer screen.
Last week, Master-Sir and another coworker were sent out to LA to help do some project planning and management for one of the Indian casinos the company we work for manages. This gave Him some time to be with Miss Evvy and her slave as well as get a break from His job here.
On Tuesday, just before lunch, my Boss called me into His office. More like a command than a request. That happened just as my phone started to vibrate like crazy from calls and text messages. Since I had been texting with Miss Evvy’s slave all morning, I thought it could wait since my Boss was firm on me in His office ASAP.
I shut the door and wasn’t sure if He expected me to kneel, sit or what. He offered for me to sit. He was straight to the point and I remember collapsing into the chair as He told me there had been an accident and my Husband was in the intensive car in LA.
Once I regained some composure, He stated that someone somewhere up in the ivory towers must love me for something because He got a call saying they are holding the company plane for me. Some big shots were on their way to LA when someone got the call. Word was sent down to have the jet wait for me. Me? On the company jet?? My Boss was just as shocked as I was, but He was not going to question it and for me to get my purse and the limo is out front. A limo to the company jet? Husband/Master/Owner in ICU in a Los Angeles hospital?
How do I explain this one?? Maybe another time I can tell you what it was like to ride in a private jet!
In the jet, there were a dozen men and a couple of women in finely tailored suits and business proper dresses, like out of a movie or magazine. All of them talking business while I was seated to the rear of the plane. By the hostess area. They kept me under a blanket, fed and as comfortable and calm as they possibly could.
I was able to get a call to Miss Evvy and her slave would meet me at the airport. She was shocked and laughed when I told her “the private terminal” – Wondered who I screwed to get that service. She was asking that jokingly, yet it started me thinking and now it made sense as why I am on a company jet. Someone from my days as a maid at the Phoenix resort and a poker game where my Boss/Dom made me the relief cum dump for the executives who were there playing, either made the call for me to be here or is on this plane with me. It was a few years ago now, but I remember very well now. I was kept in a darkened bedroom suite and never allowed to look at them or talk to them. No names or anything, they just put a condom on and used my holes.
After that night, everything started to change for us. My Boss/Dom and for my Owner and myself. A few weeks later is when we found out we were moving to Las Vegas.
Slave Jenny met me and her eyes were really red from crying and telling me that my Owner had been hit and everything. She tried to ask about the private jet but she just kept talking and trying not to cry to keep me from starting back to crying. In the rescue, she said He was awake enough to hand the EMT’s His phone and the first number on His phone was Miss Evvy. They called her first.
Right now, they had Him in a coma to prevent the swelling from doing any damage. Even in a disaster, Miss Evvy always looks so beautiful and posed. Her eyes were like ours, red and puffy from crying. Master-Sir was hooked to all kinds of machines and tubes and monitors. He was not awake, but I felt His hand and told Him I was there. He squeezed it a little. That made me feel better.
The co-worker was there. He was bandaged up with only a broken leg and twisted knee with some bruises. he said my Husband was on the passenger side when they were broadsided in a multi-car accident. The car was hit on three sides with the passenger side taking the most damage. My Owner has swelling of the brain, two broken ribs, a broken arm, a shattered knee with other minor cuts, swelling, and bruises.
That night, Master Jerry and slave Haley showed up. They Vegas right after I called them to tell them. I was not expecting them to drop everything and drive out here. But they did and it really helped my sanity having slave Haley at my side. MissEvvy and the nurses asked us to go to dinner, leave the doctors to do their job. I refused until Master Jerry made it a command that I eat something other than hospital food! I can’t say no to a command from Master Jerry or Miss Evvy. So we all went out to find food. Food and conversation helped.
During dinner, Chase called. He has become a regular at the house and is friends with Master Jerry as well. Another moment of happiness was hearing from Him and His kind words. The call I dreaded was to Master-Sir’s family. How do you tell the mother and father that their son is in ICU and in a coma without making them go crazy? But I dialed and told them what had happened. I promised hourly updates via text if it were too late. For mom’s time is not a factor. She wanted details and updates and maybe the best way to fly out and visit. His Dad was a little more reasonable and wanted to know when He was able to talk with Master-Sir. Then they would decide on travel plans or not.
I wanted to sleep in Master-Sir’s bed. But the hospital said no and that I needed to leave. Let Him rest. Master Jerry made it clear I was going to their hotel and Slave Haley and I would sleep together. Having that “Master” in control, even if it were Master Jerry, really helped my mentality. It may have been an invisible leash, but i knew it was there around my neck and I knew a Master that my Owner would trust was on the other end of it. Knowing that and feeling its tug always settled me down and made me listen to reason.
Wedsnday morning, he looked ok, was breathing on His own and was not on so many gadgets. Wedsnday afternoon He came out of the coma and that night he was in a private room where I was allowed to stay with Him. Thursday He had surgery to repair and mend the broken bones, set the ribs and make sure no other internal damage was done.
Master Jerry and slave went home Wedsnday night. Miss Evvy kept an eye on me with slave jenny ordered to stay with me eat all times. His parents were ok with the texts and the occasional calls. Friday, Chase came out. He and Master-Sir had a few talks and laughs about how He looked and what had happened. How can men can find laughter in some of the worst things?
thirteen hundred words?? Oh my! Maybe I need to wrap this up.
Master-Sir is back home resting. In pain, still not all healed with a lot of bruises still showing and not able to move too much. I can’t touch Him too much because of the bruises and soft spots. I was told not to offer Him my mouth for His urinal because of the medicines and everything racing around His body, but I want to do something to let Him know I am here, He is still my Owner and that love Him. I want to be His slave in sickness and in health. He can move a little around the main floor of the house. No stairs yet and sleeps about 18 hours a day.
I am allowed to work half days. My Boss has offered me extended time off if needed. But I need ot keep busy and even a few hours will help .
So this is why I have been so silent and if we talked on line, why my words may have not made too much sense. I am not one to really open up and tell all like my Owner wants me to be.
So, if you could today or when you have time, send some good thoughts our way, a prayer or two for those who are of that sort. I just need to be patient and be here for Him as much as I can.
Thank You for the understanding and the kind words you always send me.
Pic: Dungeon Sex. Love it rough!
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