Jessie's diary. Chapter 23 – Romania here we come

Romania here we come

So I was very excited when Mistress messaged me to say She was headed to Bucharest to film with the House of Sinn and Mistress Ezada Sinn and I was required to accompany Her on Her trip to film some content with Her while there.  

Like Mistress Sarah, Mistress Ezada is internationally renowned in the world of Female Supremacy and I was looking forward to helping create some awesome content with both Mistresses

The trip coincided closely with Mistress’ 30th Birthday so it was going to be fantastic to spend some extended quality time with Her and celebrate Her Birthday together

Flights booked we set off to Bucharest one sunny Monday morning via Frankfurt for the week.

Neither of us had been to Romania or Bucharest before so we were both excited to see the city and meet Mistress Ezada.

Our first night we were taken by Mistress Ezada into Bucharest for a meal at the city’s oldest and most famous restaurant – traditional Romanian cuisine in the most incredible surroundings from another era, serenaded by a traditional folk band as we ate with Mistress Ezada, Glamy Anya and her devoted slave.

After a well deserved night’s sleep at Mistress Ezada’s fetish apartment where we were staying for the week, filming started early the next day.

With two of Mistress Ezada’s slaves joining us for the day we shot a number of great clips including a three way sissy humiliation, forced bi, brutal paddling and whipping clip, CBT, foot worship and tease and denial scenes.  It was a fabulous days filming in a relaxed environment and both Mistresses were delighted with the upcoming content to be released shortly.

After a long day filiming Mistress Sarah and I retired to bed with a takeway and I was permitted to give Mistress a relaxing foot massage as we relaxed watching a few movies in bed.

Before arriving we had been told about an amazing thermal bath complex on the outskirts of Bucharest called Therme –it is a modern complex with an array of indoor and outdoor pools / spas / saunas / jacuzzi’s and bars and restaurants to spend a full day relaxing.  We had a great day chilling, enjoying a few cocktail and delicious lunch before at the end of the day I treated Mistress to a professional massage in the spa

Friday was time to return home – some duty free shopping at the airport and couple of prosecco’s to pass the time at the airport – before what turned out to be a bit of a nightmare journey home.

Our journey again transitting through Frankfurt all was well until we were waiting at the gate for the flight back to Manchester when it was announced that 5 mins before we were due to board the flight was cancelled.  We were both astonished as we both had to get back home that day for important reasons.

Eventually after queueing for hours to get to speak to an airline rep and trying to find a flight home early the next day we were offered the option of a wait list for a flight the next morning and a voucher for a room in a hotel for the night.  We arrived exhausted at the hotel – which was to be fair actually very nice and with a room on the 25th floor had an amazing view over the Frankfurt skyline.  Tired as we were – we were both quite wired and worried about not getting the flight the next morning so we ended up chatting late into the morning

Rising early to get to the airport we both felt totally shell shocked when the alarm went off.  To get best chance of getting on the flight we had been told to get there in plenty of time. We arrived at the airport without our luggage – it having been locked in the airport overnight so I was wearing my complimentary Lufthansa XXXXXXL white tshirt – I really think I have camped in tents smaller than this garment. It was a strong look for sure.

We arrived at the gate and immediately the attendant looked glum – I think because we both looked like we hadn’t slept in a week she guessed we must be on the wait list with a number of other passenger – “!It doesn’t look good I’m afraid – it looks like the flight is full”

I don’t know who looked most like bursting into tears, Mistress or I?  The attendant showed us to a table and chairs nearby and asked us to wait and see.  At this point we thought our only chance of getting home was the last flight of the night- at 10pm – and even then we might not get on that!!!

Just as the flight was called the attendant came over slid us a pair of boarding passes and whispered “don’t ask..”

We were going home!!!!!!

But we still had no idea where our luggage was or whether it would be put on the plane – we decided this was amongst the least of our problem at the moment.

Thankfully the flight back was wonderfully uneventful and quite magically our luggage soon appeared on the conveyor at Manchester.  

Thankfully we were both back home in time for our important plans including Mistress travelling to Paris the very next day to celebrate Her 30th Birthday.

Jessie