Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Hotel Hijinks

As you can see, this hotel room isn’t big enough for Mistress MJ and a dozen houseboys …


Hello? Get me Housekeeping. Send up some extra cots, pronto.


An hour later, our hotel room crowding situation was rectified with the addition of a few extra beds.

However, the houseboys’ hijinks are disrupting our beauty sleep…




Mistress MJ’s nerves are beginning to unravel.

She may have to cut her vacation short.

24 comments:

  1. oh helloooooooooo.

    FIRST!!!!!

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  2. I'm so happy to be first that I forgive you for being gone so long.

    Did you miss me??

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  3. Naughty Houseboys!

    Thanks for the update now get back in the pool, Mistress has water ballet lessons promptly at Midnight.

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  4. Just don't you go sliding onto the bed while those houseboys are airborne. After all, what goes up must come down.

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  5. i missed y'all, sugar! did y'all send me a postcard? when will it get here? what about a present? xoxox

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  6. Have the orchestra play you a soothing lullaby.

    You did bring the Infomaniac Orchestra?

    Alternatively, have the dancers tire out the houseboys. I'm sure they know how.

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  7. Perhaps it's time to cut off candy before bedtime for the houseboys. A fruit or two would be just as satisfying.

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  8. BOXER: I'm so happy to be first that I forgive you for being gone so long.
    Did you miss me??


    You should get down on your knees and beg forgiveness for suggesting that you forgive Mistress MJ!

    AYEM8Y: Naughty Houseboys!
    Thanks for the update now get back in the pool, Mistress has water ballet lessons promptly at Midnight.


    Our water ballet lessons are coming along “swimmingly” but our facial expressions still need work.

    MAGO: Discipline!
    Return well.


    Discipline?

    I’d expect nothing less as advice from a Franconian.

    That and a foot massage.

    WIL: Yippee!

    I’ll have whatever you’re drinking.

    CYBERPOOF: About frickin time!

    One wonders what you’ve been doing for entertainment in the meantime.

    IVD: Just don't you go sliding onto the bed while those houseboys are airborne. After all, what goes up must come down.

    Mistress MJ has judiciously avoided the use of satin sheets.

    Are you back in Blogsville or are you still a sex slave to the new man?

    SAVANNAH: i missed y'all, sugar! did y'all send me a postcard? when will it get here? what about a present? xoxox

    Your pressie is my return to blogging.

    You may now rise.

    And try not to trip over your petticoat as you do so.

    LEAH: MJ!!!!!

    LEAH!!!!!

    KAPI: Have the orchestra play you a soothing lullaby.
    You did bring the Infomaniac Orchestra?
    Alternatively, have the dancers tire out the houseboys. I'm sure they know how.


    Neither the Infomaniac Orchestra nor the Infomaniac Dancers are with us.

    Our budget allowed only for a vacation for the Houseboys.

    As a result, I fear there will be hell to pay when we return home.

    EROS: Perhaps it's time to cut off candy before bedtime for the houseboys. A fruit or two would be just as satisfying.

    Their diet consists entirely of fruit.

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  9. Vacations aren't what they're cracked up to be, anyway.

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  10. You're gracing us with your cyber presence!!! I thought you had gone on a permanent cocktail vacation, never to return.

    Those damn house boys. You can't take them any where. Put them in a kennel next time so you can enjoy yourself.

    Go glad to hear from you!!!
    xoxoxo
    RC

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  11. one must put the smack down....

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  12. I'm not sure I would tire so easily from shirtless men jumping all over my bed... Maybe when the video camera ran out of tape.

    Anyhow, missed you!

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  13. HEFF: Vacations aren't what they're cracked up to be, anyway.

    Perhaps we should have booked a room at WIL’s Love-Tel.

    RANDOM: You're gracing us with your cyber presence!!! I thought you had gone on a permanent cocktail vacation, never to return.
    Those damn house boys. You can't take them any where. Put them in a kennel next time so you can enjoy yourself.
    Go glad to hear from you!!!


    We are STILL on vacation!

    But all your chattering has forced us to respond.

    Now make yourself useful and mix me a cocktail.

    VOICES: one must put the smack down....

    One must also check the closet to see if Mr. Voices has tagged along in Mistress MJ’s luggage.

    She would not put it past him.

    MIKEY: I'm not sure I would tire so easily from shirtless men jumping all over my bed... Maybe when the video camera ran out of tape.
    Anyhow, missed you!


    It is no secret that you are a human mattress designed specifically for shirtless young men.

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  14. I've been whoring my way through London during London Pride weekend.

    So all in all it's been a very satisfying time.

    Where's my postcard?

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  15. I hope you don't have a fire drill. You'd have a lot of explaining to do.

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  16. CYBERPOOF: I've been whoring my way through London during London Pride weekend.
    So all in all it's been a very satisfying time.
    Where's my postcard?


    Consider your rates are shockingly cheap, I’m sure a good time was had by all.

    Mistress MJ’s personal secretary stayed at home, therefore you will not be receiving a postcard.

    Where’s my postcard?

    GEOFF: I hope you don't have a fire drill. You'd have a lot of explaining to do.

    Did you have to mention fire drills?

    The Houseboys are all a twitter with expectations of burly firemen bursting down our door.

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  17. Mistress, send those naughty House Boys home (sans toys, obv)!

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  18. Not only is it not a secret... It's the header on my resume!

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  19. It's tit for tad.

    You'll get a postcard when I get one from you. I like the scratch n' sniff ones

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  20. XL: Mistress, send those naughty House Boys home (sans toys, obv)!

    And send for you to fluff my pillows?

    MIKEY: Not only is it not a secret... It's the header on my resume!

    You’ll never be unemployed.

    CYBERPOOF: It's tit for tad.
    You'll get a postcard when I get one from you. I like the scratch n' sniff ones


    Smell THIS!

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