Mistress In the Mist

Not long after I posted my sad appeal for whack-off fuel yesterday, I heard from Mistress via viber.
"Sorry I didn't call yesterday evening slave, but it was a harrowing day, and we were all just exhausted."

She described a 17 mile trek through the jungle, with porters hacking a path through the vines with their machetes, and having to carry the Dowager Domme and the Princess part of the way along a steep, muddy path to their destination: a community of highland gorillas. The picture on the left is one that Mistress took with her I-phone and texted me yesterday. Mistress described a scene where her small party of tourists sat amidst a frolicing collection of mothers and children, including one mom who approached close enough to touch and smell Mistress's hair.

Yikes.

By the time we talked, Mistress was back from a 2nd jaunt, less rigorous, to visit with another extended family of gorillas, and was lounging about the rustic "lodge" where they were staying. with a little relaxation time, I had to ask if there was any flirting going on.

"Sort of slave.... there is this cardiologist from Montana, a little younger than you, who was on the trail with us.  You could say there was some flirting going on.... but not much time or space to take it beyond some flirtatious banter...."

I texted with one of out daughter's later in the morning. She was wondering if I had heard from "Jungle Girl". "Hope she doesn't get carried away by some gorilla", she snarked. Of course, that got slave's imagination going. There was this scenario to consider:



Or this one:



But I suspect even a 600 lb. silverback would respond to Mistress's more Domme-ish personality, resulting in the following scenario: