Visiting My Master Again

I'm back at my Master's place for two weeks. We've managed to maintain our long-distance relationship for four years. It's a Master-slave relationship, not a romantic relationship, just to be clear. I visit him a few times a year and sometimes we travel together. This year I also started joining him on cruises, which I've written here about. It's quite different to submit to a Master in such a public way, in front of many other guys on a gay cruise. It's thrilling, but not so easy.

Anyway, I had a really long trip to get here and I was exhausted by the time I arrived. I went straight to bed. For the last couple of days I had to balance between chores and my own work, as I got here just before an important deadline for one of my projects. I'm grateful that my Master understands that I have other responsibilities too, so we can make this work, though I can't slack off from my duties to him. There's still laundry to do, errands, cooking and a little cleaning. I need to be a good guest after all. Or that's at least one way I look at being a slave under the roof of any Master that takes me in for a few days. I'm like any other house guest, except I'm especially eager to be a very good guest and do anything to please my host.