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?