The Cougar Effect

Mistress has been filtering through a variety of OJ Cupid supplicants over the last week. She is (and has every right to be) very selective. Which means sometimes a guy who seems like a prospect ends up in the cutting room floor.

Like the guy looking for a dominant woman. We toyed with the idea of a tag team of two slave tending to Mistress's needs. But this guy seemed more focused on his own needs.  She indicated a willingness to meet. He was asking for more information about Mistress's "style of dominance". But Mistress resists any sort of explicit chat before meeting someone.

"Slave, I've learned that when you do that, and then meet and discover there is no chemistry, you feel pretty stupid about sharing all that information....."

Makes sense. As her corresponding secretary I explained her reticence, but  told the guy he was welcome to share his own preferences if he felt comfortable doing that.  In response, the would be sub said he was looking for a "more hard or sadistic Woman to submit fully to. A Woman who enjoys subjecting a male fully to her whims and enjoys S&M and bondage to a fuller degree."

Hmmm.

When I described these preferences to Mistress, she sighed.  "That sounds like a lot of work, slave...."

In addition, and as I told this dude, Mistress is neither "hard" nor a sadist. And while she could work with someone willing to show his submission and devotion, and wear a cock cage to his heart's content, a guy looking for sadism and "hard" might consider looking elsewhere. The guy agreed when Mistress responded that "if you're looking for sadism, I'm not your cup of tea."

One thing that has become clear is that any successful supplicants for Mistress's attention are probably going to be younger than she is. The guys in their mid to late 50's on OK Cupid around here seem pretty dull and, well.....old.

"They seem a lot older than you do, slave.....even though they might be 10 years younger."

I guess Mistress keeps her slave younger than his actual age!

This brings us to an article in the Times yesterday, titled I want my 2.3 bonus years. It's written by a woman in her 30's bemoaning the fact that guys her age would rather date women in their 20's. It enclosed this chart that supposedly shows the preferences of men and women on OK Cupid, that she says shows that men of older ages are attracted to younger women, while women are attracted to guys their own age.



But I took away another message:  once women hit age 40 or so, the curve bends.   Once they his 40, women are  attracted to younger men. (The chart, sadly, ends at age 50. But presumably women in their 50's also follow the trending of jonesing for  younger guys).  This COUGAR tendency certainly is consistent with Mistress's experience. I mean she already has an old guy!  Why not go for someone down the food change.

Of course, this leaves old slaves like me twisting in the wind. If the curve on this chart was to continue on, my guess is only women in their late 70's would be interested in a guy approaching 67, even if I did just summit Kili.  I'm very grateful  Mistress hasn't kicked me to the curb just yet!

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!