What News from Jungle Girl?

Mistress is off to East Africa with her mother, the Dowager Domme, and her sister, who we sometimes refer to as the "Princess" because of a rather entitled demeanor. Their more than 24 hour trip sent them over some of the scariest air space in the world (Iraq, Syria, Egypt), changing planes on one of those creepy desert kingdoms, then a stop in Entebbe where they picked up another plane to Rwanda.

It did not take slave much longer to drive the 1300 miles to our southwest hideaway, where the air is cool and clean this morning. Unlike some of you suckers in Arizona, the 7000 ft. altitude here keeps things cool in the summer.

Mistress and I were able to talk via viber on Friday night and Saturday afternoon my time, then again after midnight last night when I ended my caffeine fueled drive.

She was curious about whether I had yet taken advantage of my right / directive to "self abuse" on a daily basis.

"Not yet Mistress. I've been driving. You don't want me to stroke and drive do you?"

"No slave.... texting me is bad enough."

When we talked yesterday afternoon as I drove across a flat, hot, but tornado free Kansas, she was describing the scene: a luxe hotel in Kigari, where guests were gathered at a poolside bar. I could hear what sounded like an Afro Beat lounge act playing in the background.

"Are your mother and sister already in bed, Mistress?"

"Yes, slave.... I told them I would be up in a while, after I talked to you...."

"Any guys flirting with you?"

"There were two guys who tried to chat me up when I swam laps this afternoon, slave...."

If your wife has "permission", or on our case a contractual right, to fuck around, then exotic travel comes with opportunities to do more than just snap photos of cute animals and stunning vistas.

So as I dropped off to sleep last night, it was not hard to conjure images of Mistress lingering at that bar last night and peaking the interests of other tourists, or maybe some exotic locals intrigued by the allures of this lone American female with the long dark hair, dark complexion, and seductive curves.

And once Mistress begins her trek into the bush, she is bound to make a very sexy jungle girl. don't you think?

But she should be careful out there.  There could be some evil poachers, or rugged tour guides who might have some kinky proclivities that would be happy to take advantage of a shapely American tourist who wanders off alone into the jungle.

I just hope they take pictures and make sure to leave them on her I-phone.

In the meantime, I think I have plenty of mental fuel in reserve for when I take matters into my own hands later today.  But first I'd better run the weed eater and go for a bike ride to knock my own kinks out after all those hours on my aging ass and behind the wheel.