Oops.

Mistress (aka Jungle Girl) phoned me yesterday from Nairobi. 

Seriously.  

Those of you who've seen the movie "Eye in the Sky", understand my trepidation, what with all those nasty terrorists chilling in the Somalian refugee camps in that town. 

"Watch out for drones, Mistress."

She seemed unconcerned, describing her visit to the home of Karen Blixen, (the heroine in Out of Africa) near the hotel she was staying at in what sounded like a less scary neighborhood about 17 miles from the city centre.

From there she was heading out to some sort of rustic camp for several safari days.

"They say no internet connection there, slave....so I will be off the grid for maybe three days."

It certainly will be strange to be that out of touch with her. 

Left to my own lonely devices, I could at least cling to the daily regime she requires of me (fueled by some of the helpful suggestions of cuckold fiction by you devoted readers). After  some work via computer and conference call, some "field slave" duties on our roof and in the yard, and after "taking care of business", I headed out to a local watering hole for some music and a few beverages.

But first I wriggled my "junk" into my cock cage, and snapped a photo transmitted to Mistress via "snap chat".  Of course, the reason why snap chat has become the social media tool of choice for "sexting" is that (in theory) the photos disappear after a few seconds, and can't be used to ruin a "sexters" professional career, marriage, or reputation. 

But that assumes that the person viewing the photo checks it out in privacy, doesn't it?

As I was sitting at the bar last night, sipping an IPA and listening to a local troubadour, I got a text message from Mistress, who was waking up in Nairobi and preparing to leave for her safari "camp":

May Day

Received latest cock cage

Opened

Then realized mom was over my shoulder!

Heading out soon.

Great to hear your voice slave.

Love and miss you.

I'm certainly hoping that the Dowager Domme did not get a close and comprehending view of my locked up equipment. If so, what do you think her reaction might be?