THE BEST LAID PLANS

I'm not sure just what it is about planning a slave competition that leads to unexpected - and disappointing - results for me.  In my last post I wrote about my plan (and Vanessa's) to have our "slaves" face off against each other in a series of competitions during Christmas to celebrate the visit of our old friend Clarice.  She arrived by plane on Friday just before Christmas, and Vanessa and I met her at the airport.  She looked great, all tanned and healthy and even more muscular than when she'd left.   The body building years in California had obviously been kind to her.


We went back to my house where Karl met us at the door, naked and on his knees, and with the proper foot kissing greeting he's been trained to do.   Clarice teased him with a big "So glad to see you again, Karl.  I've been waiting to conduct some unfinished business with you" greeting.  This referred to an earlier time when she'd told Karl that she was looking forward to having some "alone" time with him, which Karl was terrified might happen some day.  For Karl, Clarice was the bogeyman personified.


At any rate, Karl acted as bartender and server for the rest of the evening as we ladies gabbed and talked about old times, acting as a footstool in between fetching drinks and munchies from the kitchen, and pretty much ignored otherwise.  We also solidified plans for our slave competition between Karl and Vanessa's relatively new sub which was planned for Christmas day.  Vanessa's sub was named David and had been under her "tutelage" for only a few months.  He was much younger than Karl - about half his age - and I'd seen him only a few times at Vanessa's house while he was being trained.  He was not a live-in sub - at least not yet - but had an apartment nearby and served Vanessa pretty much every day despite having a job of his own.  Vanessa was very pleased at his progress and very excited about the upcoming competition.


So far so good, right?  Patsy, who couldn't be there on Christmas, had sent over some elf costumes, complete with red pointy caps and red pointy slippers, and a variety of bows with which  to festoon our subs.  We were all very excited at the prospects for Christmas day - well, maybe not including Karl - and the evening ended on a high note.


The trouble started on Saturday.  Vanessa chose that day to break the news to David about what was to occur on Sunday, including the competition, and David was not at all happy.  He is a somewhat frail young man, and expressed concern about going up against Karl.  Vanessa had described Karl to him, and that was evidently a big mistake, as Karl is tall and well built, a bit on the stocky side, but muscular and in very good shape.  Vanessa told David that he'd have the advantage of being younger and probably quicker, etc., etc., but David wasn't convinced.  Vanessa told him that his opinion wasn't important to her, that he was her sub and that he was  to follow her instructions without hesitation.  He did a lot of "Yes, Mistress", "sorry Mistress", "as you command, Mistress" stuff and agreed to be at Vanessa's house early on Sunday when she would drive him over to my house.


Well, as you've probably guessed by now, David never showed up the next day.  A furious Vanessa tried to reach him by phone, but he didn't answer, and when she drove over to his apartment, he either wasn't home or didn't feel like answering her knocks.  Red faced with fury, Vanessa came over to my house and explained what had happened, and the entire day's plans - which included parts of competitions suggestions by my commenters - was now in disarray.  Once again, as in years before, our competition plans had been shattered, this time by a reluctant sub.


I have to stop now, but I'll get back with what actually transpired on Christmas day as soon as I can.  My apologies for disappointing those who sent  over competition suggestions by way of comments, and I hope that some day I'll be able to actually manage to pull off the long awaited "slave competition".