Independence is Overrated.

Just in time for the celebration of our nation's independence, Mistress has finally returned from her long, arduous African adventure. And just in time....Slave was getting tired of his independence!

She was a little under the weather.... she must have swallowed some of that nasty, bacteria clogged local water..... but she was all in one piece.  I've been trying to nurse her back to health.

She did come bearing  some tasteful gifts, and a rather kinky flogger made of zebra hair that should be interesting to deploy.  And pictures of all sorts of wildlife and native life.

As for sexual hijinks....

"There was this guide we spent the last week with slave. Named David.  A few years younger than you. Half Anglo. Half Kenyan. He knew all the local history from years as a guide. I could tell he liked me, and there was some flirting going on but, well... with my mother and sister hovering around and always checking on my whereabouts, it was hard to find any opportunities to get in trouble...."

For shame.  That would have certainly added to the adventure, wouldn't it?

As for our own resumption of conjugal rituals, it was a little dicey at first.  Mistress needed to overcome some intestinal distress and exhaustion from all those hours on planes and in airports.

We showered together after returning from the airport on Saturday night, and Mistress confirmed that her clean shaven folds had "gone to seed' a bit in the bush.  She quickly solved that problem.

On that first night home, slave was happy to settle for some worship  to get back into the groove. After more than 14 nights alone, the musky flavors of her natural juices were a very satisfying treat. No need to OD!

Sunday morning, after a long night's sleep following her 36 hour journey home, Mistress was rested and ready. She rode my cock to a couple of cums, before allowing her slave to take his own much deferred pleasure.

All that self-abuse while she was gone was hardly a substitute for the real thing, and I had to aplogize for the hair trigger once I was turned loose.

"That was a little embarrassing Mistress.... cumming so fast for you."

"Oh slave.... it was kind of cute. I could tell you missed me."

That's for sure.

"Grooming" in the "Bush"?

Slave is back from our hideaway. Mistress is still off in the wilds of Kenya. Thankfully she returns on Saturday, and we were able to talk briefly today. She regaled me with stories of some lions munching on the neck of a giraffe. I'm just grateful they weren't noshing on her.

Sounds like the close quarters with her sister and the Dowager Domme has kept her sexual fun in check these nearly two weeks.  I suspect she will be a pretty horny Mistress when she touches down.

And her slave will be aiming to please.

I do wonder if she's been able to keep those clean shaven folds maintained, what with the close quarters and her limited access to showers in the "bush" ( pun fully intended).  Which brings me to an article I noted in today's NY Times, which surprised me. Most Women Prefer to Go Bare.

The report suggests that the "clean shaven look" is more common than I expected:

A new study published in the journal JAMA Dermatology on Wednesday confirmed just how widespread the practice is. Sixty-two percent of a nationally representative sample of 3,316 women said they opted for complete removal of their pubic hair; 84 percent reported some grooming.

While the report says that the percentage of ladies going for the clean shaven folds look skews younger (18-34), the 62% number was larger than this old slave would have expected. Not surprisingly, some ladies do it to accommodate a man in their life, as Mistress did at the request of one of her earler cuckolder lovers some years ago:

Women were more likely to groom if their partner expressed a preference for it, the study found. But while earlier smaller studies had shown a link between grooming and sexual activity, particularly oral sex, this study found that while some women groomed for that purpose, it was not the primary reason: For example, 22 percent of the women reported grooming around the area of the anus, but only 10 percent had partaken in anally related sexual activity in the prior year.

Instead, the researchers said, providers of health care and aesthetic treatments should become attuned to the diversity of reasons that women groom. The women also said they did so for vacation and because they see their own genitalia as more attractive when groomed.

Whatever the motivation, I can vouch for the fact that it is certainly easier for me to ply my craft at pleasing Mistress with my avid lips and tongue without all that clutter in the way. Hopefully her days as a “Jungle Girl” will not change her grooming habits once she returns to “civilization”.

Better Together

Slave's 10 day hiatus at our SW hideaway comes to an end tomorrow. And while I've had fun with some of the locals, gotten lots of exercise, and stuccoed my parapets, it's just not the same here without my firm but fair Mistress as a source of warmth, contentment and amusement.  There are no tanning curves to secretly photograph, no clean shaven folds to worship, and no one to share my table with, whether I'm cooking at home or out on the town.

The strangest part is that Mistress is off at several Kenyan "camps" in the bush these last few days, totally off the grid.

It's been since last Thursday that we've actually spoken, and all I've heard from her in the last 48 hours was abbreviated email. While she's given me lots of rope while we are away, even wanking off daily, as she has directed, has gotten  dreary without her to supervise. I'm sure some of you perpetually under lock and key would describe that "burden" as a "first world problem".  But it's a whole lot easier to have conjugal relations with a hot wife every day than  to go solo. It might have worked for Paul Simon, but maybe I'm the Art Garfunkel of that duet!

(I do have to send a thank you to a reader who suggested  V.T. Burnham's book "the Uncertain Cuckold",  for providing a little fuel for the imagination in my quest to follow Mistress's orders. While the sexual action may be a little far fetched, Vaughn  provides some compelling accounts of a wife tormenting and teasing her cucky hubby as she frolics with one of his friends.)

The bottom line is that Mistress and I  are indeed, "Better Together" separated by 9 time zones. Ironically, "better together" was/is  the campaign slogan of the unsuccessful "Remainders" who lost the Brexit campaign, as well as former first Lady and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Both campaigns have argued that bridges are better than walls, that love trumps  (pun intended)  intolerance, and that you can't turn back time to a nation that was whiter and less diverse.

 English voters seemed to think that we may not be "better together" after all, though the folks in Scotland and Northern Ireland disagreed.

Of course, it's naive to think that in every circumstance, we are "better together". Some relationships may be better to be put in the rear view mirror. I'm thinking:

1) As a (lapsed) Catholic of Irish ancestry, it's a conviction imbedded in  my DNA that Ireland  would be better without the English oppressors clinging to the north. So will England now try to build a wall to keep those European Irish out of the north half of their shared Isle?

2)  Scotland  also might be better off no longer tied to their supercilious English neighbors. The Scots have whiskey and oil to sell. The English have Benedict Cumberbatch and Downton Abby reruns.



3) Cher clearly was  better without Sonny.

5) On the other hand I'm not convinced that Julia Roberts is better off without Lyle Lovett.



The jury is still out on whether  Donald "America First"Tump and  Boris "Brexit" Johnson, who seem to have so much in common, will be better with or without each other:

Seeds of Slave's Cuckold Fetish?

Slave heard a few faint text messages from Mistress early this morning - and night time in Kenya where she remains hunkered down in the "bush". doing some hiking through the countryside. She seems a little discombobulated at being so "off the grid".  Naturally I assured her that all is well here state-side, and it seems she did receive the most recent snapchat of my cock cage before I went out to dinner last night with some friends.

I'm wondering if that (presumably) foppish writer for the Financial Times is still explaining "Brexit" to anyone who will listen to his privileged prattlings.  I know everyone is all a twitter over the fallout for the world economy. And I am sure not oblivious to my own 401(k) plan and the various world markets. But as a guy who uses the name of a prominent Irish nationalist for my sex blog persona,  I must say I get a chuckle at the prospects of England shrinking in both physical and economic size as the Irish and Scotts consider finally cutting the cord to the Queen and her overbearing government.

I spent a good chunk of my day on a solo climb of the state's highest peak, which clocks in at around 13,500 ft. It's something I usually do with Mistress, but th weather was nice, and I needed another day unplugged from technology.  Of course, doing it solo has it's disadvantages- it's about 7 hours up and back, and without Mistress to keep me company, it can get a little lonely plodding along.  So (despite what I said about technology) I had my I-pod along and listened to a play list assembled sometime ago of mellow tunes spanning the decades since the 1960's.

One of the songs that popped up on the walk down the mountain was a 1968 song by the Jefferson Airplane, from the "Crown of Creation" album, called Triad (the link has an interesting photo/film montage). I remember being intrigued (and kind of turned on) by this song when I first heard it as my high school years came to an end and headed off to college. Sung by the oh-so-hot to an 18 yr. old Grace Slick - it recounts a three way relationship betwixt her and two of the band members.

'We love each other ... it's plain to see....so why can't we just go on as three...."

There is even a hint that while the guys might find all this embarrassing, and certainly unconventional, Grace was definitely down for and very frank about enjoying attention from both of her lovers.

So was it the steamy voice of Grace  Slick nearly 40 years ago and the Airplance  song"Triad" that buried this kinky ticking time bomb that now has me turned on by the concept of  sharing my Mistress with other lovers?

Stranger things happen.

And did anyone else have that same reaction to this song?