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.

Donuts in Doha?

As I type here in our adobe hideaway, Mistress, her sister and the Dowager Domme are still jetting to the middle east, dodging Saudi airspace on Qutar Air, bound for Doha.  By now they may be over Turkey or Iran. Let's hope they don't have to make an emergency landing in Tehran.

"I don't want to have to see that nightly update in the News listing how many days you've been held hostage."

"Not funny, slave....."

The ladies are flying business class, which means they have one of those sleeping pods, and a certain degree of privacy.

"JJ has been texting me slave.  He wants me to play with myself in my pod."

"Can you get away with that?"

"Probably......"

"I wouldn't disobey your new dominant lover, Mistress.....no reason to get off on the wrong foot.  You might be punished."

"We'll see......"

I look forward to the update.

As she languished for too many hours in the lounge at O'Hare, Mistress was bored. So we talked and texted for a good part of the afternoon. She had instructed me to "self-abuse" daily, and as proof of my compliance I sent her a snap chat of her fully engaged "work-a-day" cock.

"Ummm..... I love my cock, slave", was her response.

I asked her if the Dowager Domme was wearing kinky shoes.  She sent this piece of evidence:



Functionally kinky, I suppose. With an open toe to encourage sucking by an eager submissive?

Then Mistress sent me an image of her own shoes:



A little more skin for tongue access.  But you can tell the daughter is not falling far from the tree.

The traveling party had not yet decided whether to take up the airline's offer of a hotel room to languish in while waiting for their flight to Nairobi.  It could be more trouble than it is worth to leave the airport and come back through security. And Ramadan is over, so there will be food available in the terminal during daylight hours. But if they do leave, will they be suitably attired.  No doubt the DD planned ahead.  She might look good in something like this in basic black.  But then why not expand the color palate a bit and make a statement.

As for her slave, I busied myself here with some painting and other home improvement projects.  I also had a brief text conversation with JJ about his "bon voyage" party for Mistress on Sunday night:

Slave: "sounds like you gave Mistress a nice send off last night."

JJ: "Yes. We had a date in public and then I fed your wife my cock several times... we discussed hard core possibilities for your wedding anniversary."

Slave: "Sounds like you satisfied her appetite at least for now.  She will be horny when she gets home.  I wonder who will get first dibs."

JJ: "We will see.  I will be returning about the same time as she does."

Later Mistress told be that she and JJ had planned a three way "date" for her return on her simultaneous birthday and anniversary, which led to one more text exchange:

Slave: "Sounds like we all are going to celebrate her birthday and our anniversary.  That should be entertaining."

JJ: "Oh yes."

At around 6:15 pm, I was heading out to meet some friends for dinner and music.  Mistress was settled into her Qutar Air "jammies" and seemed pleased when I sent her that required photo of my encaged cock.

"Good slave".

I try my best.

Bon Voyage, Mistress

 As I write, Mistress is heading to the airport in River City with the Dowager Domme (her mother), for one of those long forced marches through the "dark continent".  Mistress's  sister will be along for the ride, and our youngest daughter will be hooking up with them in about a week.

As you might expect, the Dowager Domme likes to travel in the ultimate in luxury, so she insisted on booking their travel via Qatar air, known for its sumptuous pods and posh food and service.  Never mind that Quatar is now in a spat with its Gulf state neighbors over who coddles terrorists more. So  all that aloft luxury will be extended an hour or so longer as their wide body  dodges Egyptian and Saudi air space.  I hope they get a good look at Turkey and Iran as they thread that needle at 30,000 feet.

The delay means they will have a longer layover in Doha, the sandy Quatari capitol where ladies need to cover themselves discretely. The trip outside the airport for a 12 hour stay in a "luxury" hotel should be interesting.  Is it BYOB?  (Bring your own Birka?) Who knows.  But I'll bet that the DD has spent a few grand on a designer black cover-all in anticipation. Mistress packed a head scarf.

But at least Mistress had a nice send off from her new lover, JJ. She gave me an update after he left last night, a bit after midnight. (They mutually decided on no sleepover, because Mistress decided she needed a good night's sleep).

"It was good, slave.  the best sex yet with him. "

"Sounds nice, Mistress...."

They went out to dinner at a local watering hole before the "main event".  I was out too (in my cage, as directed) and texted her that I was home at about 10:30 pm her time.  Her response:

"In the middle of some sex here slave...."

At least she let me know she was safe and soundly being satisfied.

After he left, and again this morning, I got a more detailed read out.

"He was a little gentler, after I told him to go easy on me because I'd be flying all day today.  Either that or I'm getting used to that big cock, slave."

"Well that's a relief, Mistress. But did he make you cum enough?"

"At least three times, slave.  There was lots of oral, and of course some of that pounding he likes to do."

"Poor Mistress" (he says snarkily).

"He spent a lot of time talking about what he wants to do with the three of us...."

"And that is?"

"Well he wants you to be involved....you know.... fluffing and clean up....."

"And you told him?"

"That you seemed more open to the idea than I expected. And more than maybe I am....."

"It's your call, Mistress....."

"He also wanted to know if you were in the cage....I told him you were."

"Does that seem to amuse him, Mistress?"

"Oh yes, I think he likes the idea of you being caged...."

Sounds like the "getting to know you phase" is going well.

"He says it's a waste of time to really "get to know" someone until you know the sex is good."

"Interesting philosophy.  Sounds like he must think the sex is good then, because he bothering to get to know you."

"I think that's an appropriate conclusion, slave."


We will have to see how all this develops when we are all back in River City again, around July 15th.  In the meantime, I will see if JJ has much to say about how things went last night.



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