Re-Grouping In River City

Here in River City, Mistress and slave have been a little slow to get back in the groove.  Oh, not in a sexual way. We've been doing our typical wake-up sex here, with a late afternoon worship session chaser thrown in to keep Mistress sexually satisfied.

But it's been particularly difficult to shake free from the good vibes of our trip to Kili and get back into the more harried rhythms of life back here in the "city". The expectations of clients, family and our community activities are, well, annoying.

But we plod on, and part of that is dipping Mistress's toe back into the OKCupid marketplace, after concluding that JJ is a little too one dimensional when it comes to meeting Mistress's needs. Sadly, there is not much there other than a really big cock.

Of course, one problem with any on line dating service is the chance in a relatively small town that you might actually know someone's "secret identity". That actually happened twice in recent weeks.

There was the guy who labeled himself "adventurous zack", and admitted on his profile that the picture he used to attract attention was actually a "ringer" which he said was to avoid any of his employees knowing that he was looking for love in (one of) the wrong places.  He and Mistress exchanged a couple of "getting to know you" emails on the OK Cupid system, but when Mistress asked him to email a real photo.....

"Oh no..... I know this guy, slave......!"

Turns out they had met in a business context, The potential embarrassment made Mistress decide to simply drop "zack". She was afraid to even explain that she knew him, for fear that he would then work hard to discover Mistress's secret identity.

Of course, these tables can turn.... and they did. Mistress communicated a bit with a guy who said he was in an open relationship, and that his female "partner" sometimes liked to play. We suggested maybe the four of us get together for a drink to compare notes. He asked for a photo of us both, which was forwarded. And then..... nothing for a day or two.  That led me to look more closely at his and her photos and..... oops!

Sure enough the female partners was someone I recognized as a Facebook friend of both Mistress and myself. Now we know a little too much about them (he is "heteroflexible", she is "bi") and they both play around. And of course they both now know what the seemingly boring Mistress and slave get up to in their spare time.

We responded with a "how embarrassing" email, assuring them that their "secret" was safe with us, and hoping they would respect our "secret" as well.  The guy did say he would still like to get together for a drink with Mistress. That may or may not happen.

Mistress also got a solicitation from a self described submissive male who is somewhat younger and kind of nice looking. Would she be interested in taking on someone with such desires?  I suppose the thought of two men in cock cages tending to her every need might have some appeal.  We shall see.

Catching Our Breath

Mistress and slave are back in River City, still coming down from the "high" of our journey to the roof of Africa. It was one of those life changing adventures that will take a while to absorb and file away.

On the return journey we stopped for three nights in Amsterdam, visiting with our EuroDaughter and absorbing the atmosphere (and great food and drink) of one of the world's most beautiful cities. It also gave us some time to restore our sexual life to a more normal pace: a week on the mountain in a tent with close neighbors definitely kept normal "relations" in check. Though rest assured that Mistress got daily in tent worship!

One afternoon while our daughter was resting we ambled through Amsterdam's "red light" district, which is tawdry even by our rather "in the gutter" tastes. But we did see this amusing shop displaying all sorts of gags, binding devices and leatherwear in the window.  Sadly, the shopkeeper was just shutting down for a late lunch when we arrived, so there was no chance for shopping. The sign said they make all of their own products and "ship world wide",  My guess is they have an internet presence.

Now that we are back, Mistress is mulling over what to do about her "side dish" situation. Although JJ has a rather impressive cock and the endurance to make shower her with an overload of orgasms, there is something missing. Mainly, a bedside manner.

"He's pretty one dimensional, slave.....not much communication other than of the 'when can I come over and fuck you' variety".

Example: when we got home after a two week plus journey, his only message was "ready for cock?"  No, "how was your trip?", let alone "gee I missed seeing you....."  Not exactly a way to worm your way into a Mistress's heart.

Slave tends to agree, not that my opinion counts. Mistress deserves more slam, bam,  transactional sex, even from a "side dish".  So while the formal call on the fate of JJ has not yet been made, it seems likely Mistress will be on the market for another  side dish this fall.

Been There. Done That.

Mistress and slave successfully assaulted the roof of Africa and have lived to tell the tale. Not that it was easy.  That final all night climb in the cold up to !9,000 feet literally took our breath away. But we made it. The credit goes to an amazing team of guides and porters who coached us, led us, carried our shit, and fed plenty of African comfort food  for a week on the mountain.


Once we slogged off the mountain, Mistress was justifiably tuckered out. As you can see from this scene of her getting some well deserved pool side nap time in the "wilds" of Tanzania. We are not home just yet. There's been a brief layover in Amsterdam to visit with our daughter and "rehydrate". Fortunately, our accommodations for the last few night have allowed us to catch up on the lost mating opportunities on the mountain. High altitude sex is not my speciality, especially when the folks in the tent next door can hear everything that's going on.

That's it for now. Once we are back in River City we can resume our normal updates. Just wanted to let all of you know that we survived!

Gone Treking...

Mistress and slave are languishing in an airport, waiting for our connections east.... first to Europe and then to East Africa. We having been "training" for some months for this bucket list adventure. And while it might be hard to keep up our daily dose of sex in a tent at high altitude, I suppose that will be a part of the challenge.

Things will be dark here until our return in a couple of weeks.  Until then, we wish all of you well, particularly any of our readers in soggy South Texas!