Taking the Waters

Our late summer getaway is getting away from us.  With all that music, sex and cycling time has flown and we are looking into the dark abyss of the long drive back to the heartland on Monday morning.

There have been some lovely sunsets, chances  to catch up on our reading, a little too much nagging from clients and colleagues back in the real world, and, of course, some hearty sex.

Yesterday we headed over to a rustic hot springs for a day in the sun and soaking in the bubbling brew running down from the mountains. It was a spot discovered by the natives who first settled in these parts centuries ago, and now is almost a little too plush.  The springs were surprisingly crowded for a week day post labor day.  I guess there are lots of retired folks (like I will be at the end of the year) or those with "flexible" work hours who have a Thursday free for soaking and sunning.

As always, and despite her 50 years, Mistress was at the top of the heap when it came to catching the eye of her fellow soakers. But unlike one earlier mission there, we did not book a private nook for nude sunbathing.  Instead Mistress was burdened with her black two piece, that probably brought back some of those receding tan lines.  The horror!

Back at our house, we enjoyed some sunset reading and an al fresco dinner.

Not a bad life, even if Mistress has been forced to get by with slave's work-a-day cock these last two weeks without a side-dish.

Bonobos Figure It Out

Mistress and slave actually took a night off from the local music scene last night. Six nights on the town in a row meant it was time for a low key “staycation” watching the sunset as we dined al fresco on our patio. We were even too lazy for TV, resorting to some reading side by side in bed and an early curtain call.

Rest assured we got our daily sexual rituals in though. Mistress has been refreshing her cock riding skills since we dropped our Domme in Training off at the airport a week ago.  Mistress seems not to have missed a beat.  And of course, slave is happy to be ridden hard and put up wet, like one of the local ornamental horses Mistress admires on our morning bike ride.

But today’s blog picks up on a post several days ago by Terri over at “A Married Sissy” on the prospects of a more female dominant society.  It turns out that the the lady bonobos of the Congo have figured it out, according to this article in the New York Times. In the Bonobo World, Fem#9AA7F5.

The article describes how female bonobos will join forces to put overly aggressive males in their place, assuring that the guys quickly get in line and defer to their ladies’ leadership. While other primates are male dominant, the Bonobos have taken a different path:

In the bonobo world, by contrast, female camaraderie prevails, while the bonds between males are weak. “It’s a matriarchy,” said Amy Parish, a primatologist at the University of Southern California. “Females are running the show.”

The interesting twist is that with the ladies in charge, sex appears to be a very high priority:

Bonobos are famed for their hypersexuality and the way they use sex as an all-purpose problem solver in every possible situation, permutation and combination. When bonobos come upon a great patch of fruit, for example, and tensions rise over feeding priority, the bonobos will decompress with a quick round of genito-genital rubbing and similar acts: males with females, males with males, females with females, juveniles with adults.

Female bonobos in Congo’s LuiKotale forest use specialized gestures and pantomime to convey their desire for a bit of girl-on-girl frottage, according to a report last year by Pamela Douglas and Liza Moscovice of the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology in Germany. The soliciting female will point backward with a foot toward her sexual swelling and then shimmy her hips in imitation of a rub, at which display the second bonobo will embrace her for the real thing.

“It’s status acknowledgment,” said Barbara Fruth, a bonobo researcher at the Royal Zoological Society in Antwerp, Belgium. “The approaching female is saying, ‘I know you’re higher-ranking than I am, I know you’re superior, but I would like to sit near you and maybe share your food.’”

Bonobos tongue-kiss, practice oral sex, have intercourse face-to-face, and make sex toys. Frances White, a biological anthropologist at the University of Oregon, once watched a female bonobo turn a stick into a kind of knobby “French tickler,” with which she then stimulated herself. “They’re not always family friendly,” Dr. White said.

Such erotic antics have earned bonobos a reputation as laid-back “hippie apes,” a label that researchers say belies the primate’s strategic intelligence and capacity for brutality. Dr. Parish, who studies bonobos in captivity, has seen the young offspring of dominant females flaunt their inherited power by marching over to lesser-ranking female adults, prying their jaws open and extracting the food from their mouths.

She also recounted the time that two females attacked a male at the Stuttgart Zoo in Germany and bit his penis in half. Fortunately, she said, “a microsurgeon at the zoo was able to repair the damage, and the male went on to reproduce.”

If bonobos have a penchant for sex toys, you have to wonder how long it will take for them to improvise some sort of “cock cage” to keep their males in line, as Diane does so will with Terri.  Certainly that is a more merciful remedy than having your cock bitten in half. Plus my guess is that it’s hard to come up with a good micro-surgeon in the bush.

Nakers Sunday

The final day of the local "big barn dance" was a long one, with more sunshine and great music.  Mistress opted for something a little more revealing, which I noticed several of the "cowpokes" ogling through the day.

The odd thing was that several of the "cowgirls" in the audience actually approached Mistress during the course of the day to complement her on her "look" -whether it was her turquoise jewelry ("I love the color"); her boots ("who made those for you")  her skin ("what a gorgeous tan"; or just her general hotness ("I just have to say you have looked so beautiful every day of this festival"). Slave was tempted to say "get a room" after that last one, but that would not be "knowing my place" would it?

One glitch we had was in the form of a lady from Boston, early 50's, who was sans hubby, and who tried to glom onto us Saturday afternoon. Now slave would not have minded chatting with this lady betwixt sets, but she was the type of audience member who ignored that fact that there were performers on stage and yammered on and on, raising her volume to compete with the music rather than enjoy the scene. That yammering in our ears became intolerable by around 6:30 pm, so we came up with some story about retrieving our jackets from our car. She actually seemed inclined to tag along, until we told her "how far away" our car was. We even had to give her one of our blanket / serapes to tide her over until she found another "willing" audience for her endless prattle.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner at a local bistro, then saw her later in the evening for the "barn dance" portion of the program.  She had found others to hang around with, to our relief. But then she announced she was having a "party" Sunday night. We worked on our alibi, and politely texted her Sunday morning that we would be unable to join her party with plans to veg out at our "spread" after three days of wall to wall music.  But that wasn't enough....as Mistress reported.

"Now she says she and some friends want to stop by and see us this afternoon..."

"Oh shit...."

"I told her that she should text ahead of time, since I sun bath naked".

It turns out that was a great move.  Maybe she and her pals were a little taken aback at walking in on naked sunbathers?

"We can both greet them at the door naked, Mistress....tell them we have "nakers Sundays" here and if they want to chill with us they need to go au natural with us too!"

In any event, our unwelcome visitors never materialized. And rest assured Mistress was not bluffing.  (As you can see, some of those tan lines have re-materialized since our last trip west).

But this is a sex blog right?  Yesterday was definitely a step up on that front, despite our fear of unwelcome visitors.  Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool as a prelude to some vigorous cock riding before our morning bike ride.

After breakfast, we adjourned to our patio, with Mistress sunning herself as promised, while slave listed to the Pussycats beat the Jets, which was probably a little rude on 9/11.  But I did not ignore Mistress.  At the third quarter break, I hooked the hitachi to an extension cord and treated Mistress to a bonus cum in the bright summer sunshine.  And that danged machine is so efficient, slave didn't miss the Pussycats 4th quarter comeback.

But there's more!  we took a late afternoon nap as some clouds gathered, and before slave whipped up dinner there was round two sex, starting with some oral worship and graduating to some rather bracing fucking without the sound moderation required for so many weeks back home.

Apparently there's life in the old pampered slave yet!

Back In Her Cowgirl Groove

Rest assured that Mistress and slave have gotten their mojo back now that our nest has been re-emptied and we are safely ensconced in our SW hideaway.  Mistress freely exercised her right to some robust cock riding both Thursday and Friday mornings.

"It's nice to be able to do it with the doors open again, slave...."

"And not having to stifle, Mistress....."

The weather has been glorious, with cloudless skies and temperatures in the 70's. And while Mistress has not had time for any nakers sunning, we have been enjoying a late summer music festival here in our little town, with singer songwriters from Texas and other parts entertaining the eclectic crowd. The festival is in a local park where the town's most famous native son is buried.


I did confirm the thesis that "cargo shorts" are the choice for guys of a certain age here in the SW, as shown by this beer sipping member of the audience:


And no, that's not me!  Mistress would never allow her slave to wear sandals in public!

More interesting are the outfits of the ladies.  Mistress opted for the jeans and boots look on Thursday, accessorized with some of her native jewelry:



You can tell the festival goes for the cowboy vibe by planting some hay bales around the grounds for those who want to sun away from the stage.

But we found it was too dang hot for jeans in Thursday. slave opted for shorts yesterday (non-cargo).  And Mistress went for a floaty skirt and some sandals, allowing all of us to appreciate those polished to a gloss toes.  Don't they just make you want to fall to your knees and suckle?

Sadly, the one thing missing is an extracurricular lover.  We've never been successful in recruiting a "local" though there has been a little flirtation from time to time.  Of course, Mike, our erstwhile Western Correspondent just 5 hrs. up the road never got it together to make a road trip.  And Mistress's "Mountain Man" is more fantasy than reality. Plus he's always off climbing some danged mountain!

As for Jay, he's sulking a bit back in River City.  First there was the daughter clinging to Mistress side for a month. Then out exit stage west.

"I think he's annoyed with me slave....he said 'I'm always disappearing'".

I can see his concern.  But oddly he's been texting me about silly political developments.  But not a word to Mistress.

"I guess that's proof he's sulking, slave...."

Somehow I think he'll come around once Mistress is back in town.   In the meantime, I guess all we can do is find a comfy bale of hay, kick back and enjoy the music, and our re-emptied nest.