Cuckold Q. and A.

Our last post got and unusual number of comments, including a few questions from old and seemingly new (or lurking) readers.  We are glad some of you are enjoying our latest adventures with JJ.  We have another rendezvous with him set up for Tuesday night, which may be the last for a few weeks because we head to our SW hideaway on Saturday.

Let me tackle a few of the questions you've raised in your comments:

Q. Our Western Correspondent raised the question of what happens if JJ gets his hands on the key to slave cock cage....

A. JJ does seems amused that slave has been told to be caged when he comes over. He raised the question of whether I was caged or not as early as our first meeting with him at a local bar.  It seems he enjoyed using the power on his last 2 visits to say whether I should be sprung loose or not. But so far he has shown no interest in managing my "cage time" when we are not together.  

Q. Anonymous asked "can you share what's going through your head as you watched Molly and JJ?

A. It's a bit of an out of body experience. As I crouched next to the bed on Thursday night, holding Mistress's hands over her head as JJ pounded into her for what seemed like forever, I was focused on Mistress's face, her eyes scrunched shut, her mouth open, moaning with pleasure.  It was good to see that look of ecstasy on her face, something I don't get to observe when I am doing the fucking ( not that I ever could fuck her as hard as JJ does!).

Q. Another anonymous reader asked me to comment on what went through my mind when I came face to face with another man's cock.

A. In this instance it was something like. "oh shit. That's a whole lot bigger than my cock. How can Mistress take that sucker?"

Q. Another anonymous reader asks "Do you think JJ wants more of you down the road....not just your oral skills but maybe some rear action....."

A. I've not picked up any interest from JJ in that subject.  Mistress may have shared that she sometimes enjoys a good "pegging" of her slave. But there's no way slave could take that big cock, so let's hope we are not going in that direction.

Q. Another anonymous reader asks "when did you realize you were gay. What was your wife's reaction to learning that you are sexually attracted to men."

A. I Don't want to disappoint you (or some of you) but  I am not gay or sexually attracted to men.  It's not a "turn on" to partake of JJ's cock.  It's not something that I am secretly pining for, or fantasizing about.  The turn on (at least for me) is the submission / humiliation aspect of  his dominance of Mistress and me.  I'll have to ask Mistress for her take on this, but she's said she thinks it's hot to watch me under those circumstances. And of it makes Mistress hot, then that's another good reason for me to follow JJ's direction when he tells me to perform that role.

Let us know if you have any more questions!

"The Sluttiest Hostess Ever....."

Mistress and slave had a few bumps in the run up to our fund raiser last night.

Well one major bump: the candidate to be honored had to cancel at the last minute due to a family health emergency. We were pissed at first, then scrambled to find a couple of surrogate / replacement candidates. They welcomed the chance to meet our guests, and  showed up at the appointed hour to entertain our guests.

Mistress did an excellent job of arranging for food and flowers that made our home look festive and our 40 or so guests feel welcome. The "substitute teacher" candidates charmed and amused.  Thankfully, slave remembered to put on my cock cage just before the first guest arrived.

Of course, Mistress looked lovely in a relatively short black dress and colorful jewelry from her impressive collection.

As the evening wore down, and the "substitute teacher" candidates went back out onto the trail,  Mistress continued to charm and chat up our guests.  At least 20  lingered past the 8 pm scheduled end time to help us finish off the food, wine and designer beers.

That's when  I noticed JJ discretely sliding through the front door, looming over most in the room, discretely fitting into crowd. JJ knew at least 2 or 3 of our friends, so hardly seemed out of place. But I doubt anyone thought his late arrival was suspicious.

One of our guests, a would be opera singer, tall and in her late 40's,  seemed  smitten by a seemingly "available" male on the scene. She sought to monopolize our new "bull".  But Mistress and I discretely spoke to him as guest lingered for another 45 minutes or so.  I shared with him our little scenario about him posing as an HVAC tech should Mistress need to go upstairs with him before all our guests disappeared.

He laughed at that notion.

"Sorry, but my hands would give me away -- not enough cuts and abrasions."

True.

Fortunately, our guests got the hint by 9 pm, when Mistress and I began sweeping the room for dirty plates, glasses and  half emptied wine glasses.  Not surprisingly, the last by now unwanted guest to leave was the opera singer, who seemed disappointed when JJ lingered a bit longer, saying he needed to refill his water glass.

He watched us complete the clean up, then we adjourned to the living room, with JJ and Mistress side by side on the couch, and slave watching from a side chair. We talked over the night, and chatted about some of the guests who joined us. But soon there was some "smooching" going on. Mistress's left leg was draped over JJ's right thigh. It was not hard to observe the outline of that large cock expanding inside JJ's jeans.

Sadly, he had to grab Mistress's hand and guide it to that expanding cock.

"I think you're still a little too shy in front of hubby.   Past time to get over that.....he doesn't mind you fondling my cock, do you hubby?"

"Of course not.  Go for it....."

That got my more modest tool expanding against the confines of that plastic cage Mistress had me wearing. And there wasn't much relief after JJ unfastened his jeans, popping his by now huge organ loose. He steered Mistress's greedy lips to his expansive tool.

Soon, JJ was moaning in his pleasure as Mistress's fingers and mouth worked him, as her slave took it all in.

"maybe it's time we got more comfortable", JJ noted, and on that cue we  adjourned to the bedroom, where JJ took charge of the proceedings.

"Your slave's going to undress you, and then prepare you for me....."

So I did, loosening Mistress's dress and letting it slide down her striking curves. Unfastening her black bra, then pulling the matching black undies over her strong and shapely legs. JJ was already naked, stretched across our bed, enjoying the show.

Mistress found her way to the bed next to him, and slave was soon on my knees, spreading Mistress's legs and savoring the flavors of her arousal.  I did my best to stay focused on Mistress's pleasure as she rode my mouth the increasing urgency, But I also got an eyeful of Mistress fondling JJ's mega-cock and him mauling her breasts with his fingers and mouth.

It wasn't long before JJ could no longer resist taking over.  But there was one final job for me.

"OK slave, she's ready for me now. So you can make me ready."

As I pulled away from Mistress's sopping folds, I was confronted by JJ,  kneeling on the bed, enormous cock in hand at my eye level.

"Just make it nice and wet for her, slave....."

I did my assigned task, then sat back on the floor where I could fondle and kiss Mistress as JJ took over, fucking her hard and long.  Mistress was moaning, lost in the moment, and  seemed to go over the edge more than a few times in response to his urgent and persistent assault....

JJ has a tendency to narration as he takes his pleasure from Mistress.  All of the narrative is hard to reconstruct. But I remember a few choice lines.

"She's really taking my cock now....."

"I bet his cage is tight now....." (with a little evil laugh thrown in)

"She's the sluttiest hostess ever, isn't she......?"

I had to agree on all three counts.

There were a couple of "rest periods", when slave was assigned to keep Mistress on edge with my tongue before the fucking resumed.

At one point, Mistress even tried to intervene on her slave's behalf.

"Shouldn't we let slave take off his cage now.... it has to be painful....."

That was firmly vetoed.

"No.....he can handle it..... I bet he actually likes it......"

So there was no "mercy" last night.

At some point, slave excused himself to go to bed in our daughter's room to give them a bit more privacy.  As I dozed off, I could here round three resuming, with more ecstatic moans from mistress, and the sounds of slapping flesh.

I marvel at Mistress's capacity to absorb all that fucking.

At some point after midnight, Mistress came into visit her snoozing hubby, letting me know that JJ had taken his leave, and that I was allowed to return to our bed. She even allowed me to take off my cage.   But there would be know conjugal union for slave,  at least until this morning.

Understandable.

My "slutty hostess" needed a good night's sleep and a few hours to recover.

More Cuck Action Tonight?

Mistress and slave are hosting a political fundraiser at the UCTMW World HQ tonight. (In our secret identity personas, of course, not as mick and Molly.)  We expect maybe 35-40 friends and neighbors to join us. But to add a little spice we also invited JJ to join us, who actually knows some of the expected guests, as well as the candidate.

At least for now, JJ's "relationship" with the hosts of tonight's party is on the down low.

The "plan" the the extent there is one, involves JJ sticking around for some post-party play in the executive suite.  The trick will be to get all of our guests to leave the three of us alone, Will some folks want to linger. And will there be raised eyebrows when that big mysterious lug sticks around longer than some of the folks we know very well.

It's bound to be entertaining, right?

Mistress and I were talking about contingency plans yesterday morning after we finished our morning wake-up sex.

"What if people won't leave, slave?"

"Well I could distract the stragglers, and you could offer to give JJ a "tour" of the upstairs.... then just never come downstairs."

"Hmmm..... I'm not sure that would work. Why would I only give him a tour?"

"I guess we could say he's an HVAC tech and wanted to look at our attic equipment?"

"He doesn't really look like an HVAC tech, does he?"

"No I suppose he doesn't."

I guess we need to keep working on this plan. We still haven't talked about how I would explain a squeaking bed, which can be heard on the floor below once JJ and Mistress get going.

As for me, JJ made his preferences known on Friday night, during a "rest period".

"Wouldn't it be fun to have your slave in his cage all through that fund raiser?"

His wish is my command, apparently.

"I think you should be in the cage tomorrow night", Mistress confirmed yesterday morning.

It shall be done.

After Action Review

Over the weekend, Mistress and slave were still sorting out our reactions to our Friday night "date" with JJ.

For Mistress's part, she seemed concerned that her slave would "freak out" over what I saw and participated in.  I reassured her.

"It was a bit like some strange movie dream sequence, Mistress.... but I'm cool."

In fact, it was pretty impressive to see how hard and deep and long JJ fucked Mistress, over a couple of hours, and what must have been three or four cycles. Also impressive was how Mistress took all that "abuse" from his impressively large cock.

"Don't worry", JJ assured her as I was listening in, "After a few weeks I'll have you used to my cock.... nice and stretched out for me......"

It was also edifying to provide an assist in pleasuring Mistress.... sort of altar boy to his high priest / master of ceremony role.  He instructed me to kiss Mistress as he fucked her, or to feel his cock as it thrust hard and deep into those very damp clean shaven folds.   I nibbled on her nipples too as she took that big cock like a trooper.

At some point, when he (and she) needed a break, I was told to apply my oral skills. Mistress seemed pleased.

"He's very good at this JJ" she said, betwixt moans.

For my part I was a little concerned that Mistress would think less of her slave after seeing me take cock in mouth, and told her so during our after-action review.

"Did it creep you out, Mistress?"

She claimed she took it in the spirit of adventure, and of course she had given me the go ahead.  In retrospect, it was a little dance we did.  JJ "encouraged" me to share oral duties with Mistress. Mistress looked at me with a certain trepidation.  I said I would do it only at Mistress's  direction.  And JJ closed the deal by "persuading" Mistress to direct her slave as he desired.

I guess we now know who's in charge when the three of us get together!

So what happens next? There's nothing on the calendar right now.  We both traded some texts with JJ over the weekend.  Mistress shared that he seemed pleased with developments.

"Hubby seems to be coming along nicely" was the gist of what she shared with me.

In a text to me he described our evening as "true cuckolding".

Hard to deny that.

Mistress has decided to put me in charge of arranging future "outings" (or evenings in) with JJ.  I guess I need to get with it.

"Your Hubby Is a Real Cuck Now....."

Yes, I suppose I am.

Mistress is catching up for some lost sleep. Meanwhile, slave is sipping coffee and trying to figure out how best to summarize in a pithy yet amusing way the events here last night.

JJ showed up a little later than expected. 8:15 pm or so. Mistress and I were waiting for him in our living room. I was in summer casual, shorts and a T-shirt, and JJ arrived similarly attired. In fact, the only real difference was the color of our T-shirts and the fact that my shorts concealed my cock cage.

Mistress was in a silvery, lace trimmed nightie I had given her for her recent birthday.  As JJ would soon discover, she had somehow forgotten to slither into the matching undies.

"I guess there's no point in getting dressed up for him, slave.....since I won't be wearing much for long"

No there wasn't. And she wasn't.

We sat in our living room for a while, catching up on developments, particularly Mistress's trip to Africa. It had been three weeks or so since she had last spent some time with him and that meant the need for a little warming up betwixt them before any "play" began.  I was in a side chair, the two of them were side by side on the couch.

He enquired about how she had survived those three weeks away without any cock to please her. "Was there a lot of squirming and fiddling under the sheets?"

Mistress explained that with our daughter close at hand, she was unable to find any chance for "relief".

"She had a hair trigger by the time she came home", I added.

JJ gave a little frown, clearly disappointed that her slave had enjoyed "first dibs".

While I went to our kitchen to retrieve a glass of water for JJ, he was diving in for a deep and sensuous kiss.

Not long after that, JJ could no longer keep his hands off Mistress. Somehow his left hand found its way to Mistress's wrists, holding them over and behind her head, as his right hand .... roamed. Exposing a ripe breast, twerking a nipple, then finding it's way between her thighs.

"Your wife is sopping", he noted. "Did you do that to her?", her asked, looking at me.

"We had sex this morning, so that's not him", Mistress explained as she wriggled.

JJ's fingers continued to slide between Mistress's clean shaven folds, while his other hand continued to restrain her wrists over her head. Poor Mistress was squirming, clearly on the edge. I was wondering if she would have her first cum of the night right there and then...... In fact, I'm not convinced she didn't.

"Should we fuck right here, slut?"

"Hmmm...... no it's too uncomfortable on this couch..... let's go upstairs."

"Ok..... hubby, you're coming too, right?"

It was less a question than a direction.  I followed them upstairs.

Mistress's stopped briefly in the "ladies room", leaving JJ and her devoted slave alone briefly in the "executive suite". JJ was not hesitant to slide out of his shorts and T, leaving me fully clothed and gaping at that rather scary looking cock, which by this time JJ had in hand, bringing it to a fuller (and even scarier) dimension.

When Mistress joined us she was directed to "lose the slip" and join him on our bed. I took a chair, in the "watcher" mode. Soon Mistress was on her back, legs up and spread wide. JJ, who is about 6'4" and a large but not blubbery guy,  was on top, earnestly pounding her.

And I had a ring side seat.

Yikes.

The rest of the evening was a blur. Mistress and I will have to share notes to add some detail to this account to share later in the week. At some point I was directed to join them in bed. There I was, applying my best oral skills to Mistress's clean shaven folds as she sucked that big cock. And, later, reaching between them to finger her to a rather dramatic cum as he fucked her with mucho gusto.

At some point I was even allowed by JJ to lose the cage, and take part in the fucking.

"After all this pounding, maybe she needs a smaller cock for a while, as a relief."

I was happy to oblige, while he narrated.

"So cum slut (his term of endearment for her), do you like taking two cocks in one night, or not".

She murmured in the affirmative.

At some point, during a "rest period" with me on one side of Mistress and "the Bull", as he sometimes calls himself, on the other I realized that I should probably make myself scarce, and announced I was going to sleep in the adjoining bedroom.  Hearing no objection, that's where I came to ground for the rest of the night.  I overheard at least one further resumption of their nocturnal activities at some point during the night.

Let's just say that by the end of our evening together, JJ was accurately reporting that "your hubby is a real cuckold now....." I lost my virginity when it comes to experiencing a male sexual organ up close and personal. And while my reaction to that was "complicated", I clearly survived the experience.

This morning, JJ left a little after 6 am, and Mistress invited me back to bed. As we snuggled, she  asked how I felt about it all, particularly the part where I was applying mouth to one enormous cock. I turned the question around.

"How did you like it Mistress. Was it hot for you?"

"Yes, slave..... very hot."

That's all I needed to know.

Still Cuckticipating

Sadly, our planned Wednesday night rendezvous was a wash out.  JJ was unable to make it due to some scheduling complications.  The good news is that Mistress and slave have had plenty of time to reunite and make up for all of that lost coupling time while she was on the dark continent.

Our next window of opportunity is tonight: JJ says he will be here at 8 pm, and that he plans to "dominate you both", according to Mistress's reports from her texting with him.  How that will unfold is up to our mutual imagination until then. But it apparently involve me observing their athletic fucking.

"How does that work, Mistress..... do I just stand in the corner?"

"I'm not sure slave.....hopefully we can get you a chair."


I did ask Mistress the cage question. The indication was that she prefers me caged.

Let it be done.

Cuckticipation

Mistress and slave have been making up for lost time together over the last three days.  It was one of our longest separations and "dry spell" since we got together nearly 30 yrs. ago.  Mistress came back from Africa with some interesting stories and, also, rather horny. Unlike her slave, she had not been able to "self abuse".

Poor Mistress!

Rest assured we have solved that problem.  There has been plenty of sex and time in bed, and a dinner to celebrate our anniversary and Mistress's birthday.

But lurking in the background has been the open question about where things go with Mistress's new lover, JJ.  He wasn't available over the weekend to claim "first dibs" upon her return, which was a relief for me!  But our tentative plan is to get together with him tonight.

"He texted he this morning, slave.....", Mistress mentioned to me yesterday. "He wants to know if you're ready to watch, and maybe participate....."

"What did you tell him, Mistress....."

"I said you were, slave....."

Last night, as we were making some anniversary whoopee in Mistress's executive suite, we were fueling our randy fucking with some chatter about how things might proceed tonight and in the weeks to come.  One subject.....should slave be in his cage tonight.

"I'm not sure, slave....what do you think?"

"I suppose it should be up to him, shouldn't it Mistress?"

"Maybe, slave....we'll see......"

Look for an update on developments tomorrow, dear readers.

Reunion Countdown.

Mistress is now waiting in some 3rd world airport. Her slave is getting ready to leave from a slightly more civilized airport in the SW. Our reunion is planned for tomorrow evening when I will collect her and the Dowager Domme at the River City airport.

The time away seemed to go faster than I feared.  Both of us were busy - she with a variety of exotic adventures. Me with some work around the house and evenings spent with friends. And lots of hiking and biking too.

Since it's not clear when JJ will be back in town, it looks like slave will get "first dibs" on relieving Mistress's pent up demand for a male induced orgasm.

As for me, all that daily self abuse has grown tiresome.  I'm ready to please as well as please myself.

Hopefully our updates in the coming weeks will be more regular and more entertaining in the weeks to come!

Texting With the Bull

Mistress remains with our youngest daughter and the Dowager Domme over in Madagascar, communing with Lemurs and very big lizards.  Meanwhile slave is getting bored with self-abuse and longing for her return.  As she texted me this morning (evening there), it's only 5 more days of this sad deprivation.

For amusement, I sent a picture of Mistress that my daughter had shared -- showing my beloved lying on a seemingly lovely Indian Ocean beach.

slave:  "more evidence that she lives.  I guess they've made it to the beach."

JJ: "Nice to see that your wife is alive."

Of course, it was not all just a locational update.

JJ: "So who gets to fuck your wife first when she gets home?

slave: "Good question. I suppose it's her call. I pick her up at the airport Friday evening. When do you get back in town?"

JJ: "Not 100% sure yet/"

slave: "OK. Let us know. I suspect she will be horny by friday."

JJ: "I suspect that as well. I think it's time for you to watch me fuck your wife."

slave: "I am looking forward to it."

Of course, whether or not JJ or slave gets "first dibs" may have a lot to do with Mistress's whims, and whether he's around on Friday night.  I don't see her holding off after nearly three weeks of abstinence to accommodate JJ's schedule.

As they say, 80% of success is just showing up.  I will definitely be showing up on time for Mistress's return.

Move Along. Nothing to See Here.

Not much to report from our SW hideaway.

Mistress remains on her African adventure.  Our youngest daughter has joined their growing entourage in Madagascar. They spent two days wandering the rain forest, peeling off leeches, in search of lemurs. Wifi is spotty in rain forests, apparently. So we've only been able to trade a few texts once or twice a day.

Here slave has been following "the rules".

I'm thinking there is some perverse logic to Mistress's order that I "self abuse" daily. The result....self abuse is kind of tedious and boring compared to the real deal. Diane, you might want to try this tactic on Terri. You could find that the whole cage thing is superfluous. After nearly two weeks of this, I may never want to self-abuse again!

Mistress did ask if I had heard at all from JJ when we texted yesterday.  Clearly her mindset (which must becoming increasingly horny by now, since she does not have the privacy for self abuse) is beginning to focus on upcoming adventures with JJ and his super-sized cock.

That leads to a recent article I noted that describes a more serious piece of academic research on the origins of the folklore involving a "horned" cuckold.  Sexually Transmitted Horns. The underlying article might be more entertaining to read than today's blog for those of you who have waded into (or are curious  about) the cuckold dynamic. But here is a brief summary from the article:

"It's difficult to summarize, but in brief .... the horns a cuckold wears in traditional culture is solidified semen passed through his wife, which the other man inserted into her via, you know. . . . The bodily fluids can in theory transfer from person to person, with the sexual aggressor transmitting his excessive virility into the man who is being played."

There's your folklore lesson for the day, dear readers. If the theory holds, slave may be getting a transfer of excessive virility from JJ in the coming weeks. Let's hope any relating horns are merely metaphorical.

Ironically, on my morning bike ride I encountered a group of horned beasts. My close proximity did not seem to bother then in the least.  Do you think they detected a kindred spirit?

More Cage Time At Work?

Mistress is on the next leg of her long African journey. Now she's headed to Madagascar. Hopefully her internet connections will be better there. We've been unable to speak for about 5 days now. Which may be a record for us.  Although we've been able to communicate one or two times per day via text. And she's gotten the snap chats I have sent her documenting  my compliance with her "rules".

She also mentioned she's been texting with JJ too.

slave: "What's he been saying?"

Mistress: "Oh you know 'are you ready to be fucked? '  stuff like that.

slave: "I think he misses you, Mistress.

Mistress: "I think he does".

But in the absence of any real action to discuss here (other than self abuse), let's consider the implications of an article that appeared in the Times over the weekend: "It's Not Just Mike Pence. Americans are Wary of Being Alone With the Opposite Sex". Recall that recent article, in which the new VP stated that he will not dine alone with a female staff member? There was a lot of tut tutting over the implicit discrimination in such a policy. Some suggested that it was an anachronistic quirk of some former radio talk show host who calls his wife "mother".  But it turns out it is an attitude more widely shared than one might expect.

As the article reports, a recent poll shows that Americans have doubts about interactions between a married person and a member of the opposite sex, whether or not at work.  And the surprise is that women are more more suspect of such interactions as men.

When it comes to having a drink with a member of the opposite sex not your spouse, 60% of the ladies think it's inappropriate. 48% of men think it's inappropriate.

What about lunch with someone not your spouse, including a work colleague? 44% of women say "no". And 36% of men take the Mike Pence position of never dining alone with a member of the opposite sex.

(If they asked the question, "Is it appropriate to provide oral sexual pleasure to your female boss", they did not report the results).

Some argue that this disinclination to socialize with work colleagues is necessary to avoid false allegations of sexual harassment. The article quotes men who fear even meeting with a female colleague privately unless in a glass walled conference room, or with the door open. (A rule that Roger Ailes clearly did not follow!)  On the other hand, working women can fairly argue that such policies inherently discriminate against them, by eliminating opportunities for the types of interactions with their bosses that men in the workplace enjoy.

But there's a solution!

If more men  wore cock cages to work, then the risk that an innocent business lunch, dinner, or one-on-one conference would deteriorate into a sexual interaction on would be eliminated!

And being able to demonstrate that you were caged at work would automatically become an "affirmative defense" for a boss falsely accused of sexual harassment. Example: If  Bill O'Reilly had documentary evidence that he always left the house in a cock cage, no one would believe the stories about him inviting blonde female correspondents to his hotel room. He'd probably still be bloviating nightly on Fox News. What a loss!

There would not be a cloud hanging over Justice Clarence Thomas if he had been able to demonstrate that he was caged when he described that pubic hair on the coke can to Anita Hill in his office at the EEOC.

And if "mother" snapped a photo of Mike Pence in his cage every morning before he leaves for his office in the West Wing, he'd feel more comfortable lunching privately with his female staffers (if he has any). Or even Kelly Ann Conway!

As the policy of men wearing cages to work gains more popularity, it would encourage entrepreneurs to design and manufacture new and improved cock cage designs. Comfort would likely improve for folks like Terri and me. And prices would go down!  It's the American way!

Of course, it would't be fair to limit this remedy to inherent sexual discrimination in the workplace to male supervisors, would it?  Should lady bosses be required to wear a shield that would prevent them from demanding sexual favors from their male subordinates?

Let's not get carried away.

Slave's Rules.

Yesterday, Diane made a comment raising the question of  how slave is handling this period of time away from Mistress.  As I mentioned last week, Mistress has imposed certain rules for her slave to live by during this nearly three week disruption of our "normalcy".

Rule 1: Daily "self-abuse", with a required snapchat photo of "her cock" transmitted as proof.
Rule 2: When I go out in the evening, I wear my cage. Again, a photo is required to show evidence of compliance.

(I suppose I have interpreted this "in the evening" element of the rule.  I have not worn the cage when going hiking or biking, or going to the farmer's market or grocery store, as I did yesterday).

Mistress and I have been able to text at least daily everyday, around lunch time here, and at bed time for her (there is about an 8 hr. difference).

One improvement in my cage time -- I took Terri's recommendation and purchased as a birthday gift for Mistress -- a new cage. The "Holy Trainer" arrived late last week.  The local post mistress handed my package to me without any sense of "you sick fuck" in her eyes. So I guess the promise of discrete packaging was bona fide. While it took one trial and error in the "fitting", the subsequent attempt was successful.  The device is considerably lighter and more comfortable (if not as scary looking) as the steel device I have been using.  Mistress seemed pleased when I snap chatted her the image of her cock wrapped in the clear plastic device.

On Friday night I went to a local historic adobe church in the neighborhood for an opera recital by some young men and women spending a few weeks in town for some type of training institute. The test was sitting on a hard wooden chair for an hour without squirming as the lovely performances unfolded in the sacred space.  It took a little discipline to ignore some pinching and mildly annoying discomfort. But at some point my body adapted and the mild annoyance calmed  as my head went to some higher and better space.

Of course, I've not yet attempted the ultimate test -- sleeping in the device.  Those nighttime involuntary erections are always a challenge when it comes to getting a good night's sleep. I suspect that will be on the agenda when we get back to River City and have that first sleepover with JJ.  Speaking of whom, I did exchange a few texts with him the other day about Mistress's travels:

Slave:  "Hi JJ. Sounds like Molly is safe and sound in the Kenyan bush.

JJ " Yes it does! I have not been on Facebook yet to look today."

Slave: I'm fortunate that she didn't lock me in the cage and take the key."

JJ: "Yes you are"

Slave: "I'm on an honor system now".

JJ: "How is that working?"

Slave: "I wear it when I go out at night".

JJ: LOL.

slave: "True. Sad maybe. But true. That's the rule!"

Mistress has mentioned in her texts to me that she has also been in touch with JJ.

As for her potential dalliance with David (their Kenyan guide), well that has been dicey due to a lack of privacy.  They went on a four hour hike in the bush yesterday, but they had a Samburu guide accompanying them. (the kind that can fight off a leopard with a walking stick). So there was no chance for any "hanky pinky".  But it sounds like the potential is there. She confirmed there was some serious flirting going on, despite their native chaperone:

Mistress: "yes. David likes me. hiked. went swimming. had drinks. fun."

They are going on another long hike this morning together, but again with a "chaperone".

It may be hard for Mistress to take this flirtation with David to the next phase considering their lack of privacy.  But at least it's adding a little buzz to her trip.

Mistress in the Bush

No, don't worry readers.  Mistress has not decided to re-grow her "lady carpet".

Instead, she's spending a few days in the rift valley in Kenya in one of those swanky safari camps, where they reside in well furnished tents and eat sumptuous meals prepared by a local staff.  She posted this photo which gives you a sense of her surroundings, which, in an odd way, are not much different that the landscape here in the high desert. Minus the roving leopards and large beaked birds.

But Mistress must be getting horny, right?  She was unable to follow her new lover's directions to self abuse on the plane, due to the close proximity of her sister and the Dowager Domme. And their sleeping accommodations may also be an obstacle to that sort of privacy.

But there is some potential.

The ladies are guided by a 50-ish gentleman from Kenya. He's biracial, born in Kenya during British rule and educated in England. But a life long resident of Kenya.  He accompanied the group last summer, and Mistress acknowledged there was a bit of a spark.

"He likes me, slave.....".

Mistress found David to be attractive and interesting. But despite some mild flirting and shared drinks, there was no real action last summer.  But what about this summer.  Mistress has a very poor internet signal now. But yesterday we exchanged some tweets at lunch time here.

"David and I are going for a hike in the morning, slave."

"Hmmm..... do you think he will hit on you?"

"Who knows...."

But at least there might be some privacy.

When I woke this morning (there is about an 8 hour time difference) there was a text message waiting for me.

"Heading out for morning hike....", with a couple of red heart emojis.

I will be curious to hear if Mistress got anything more than some exercise this morning in Africa.