Escape from Alcatraz....

Mistress and slave are parked in our favorite little beach town, just north of "The City". We came to ground her after Mistress accomplished one of her "bucket list" items - the swim from Alcatraz Island to the SF waterfront. It was no easy task, but she had the company of three old friends, cheering each other on, while fighting the tides and keeping an eye out for whales and great whites reputedly lurking in the deep, cold  bay waters. Their adventure fortuitously occurred on the anniversary of the infamous 1962 escape by three prisoners never heard from again, which was chronicled in the 1977 movie starring Clint Eastwood.

As you can imagine, the two mile plus swim in 58 degree water  left Mistress both ecstatic and exhausted. So it made sense to hunker down in a shabby beach side motel for three nights before heading back to the high desert. But despite all that exertion, she even found the energy to indulge her slave in a little "hanky panky" after we checked in, before lolling off for a late afternoon sleep yesterday.  As you can see, slave made sure to document the moment.

Now Where Were We.....

Slave has been a little (well, a lot) negligent in recent weeks when it comes to keeping our readers updated.

Part of it was Mistress's long absence on her journey to Africa.  What was there to report?  Nightly "self abuse" and daily cage wear.  Pretty dull.

But Mistress did come home, for a whirlwind few days back in River City before we "loaded up the truck" (well really the Subaru) and headed west for a summer at our SW hideaway.  And while Mistress informed the WC when we drove through his home state, we kept our arrival "under wraps".

Now we are on a "vacation from our vacation".  Mistress signed up with some friends to swim in the infamous "shark fest" in San Francisco Bay.  The swim is tomorrow morning. So here we are in the City By the Bay, engaging in some hot sex in our hotel room, after an evening eating sushi and drinking sake.  It's a unique form of "pre-gaming".  But as evidence that Mistress has remained in top shape for tomorrow morning's plunge into the Bay, here's a photo of her firm and enticing ass and legs.

On the cuckold front, Mistress has her old college boyfriend in the back burner, enticing him with the occasional semi-revealing photo. And then there was that guy she was chatting up at our favorite high desert local watering hole on Wednesday night.

But for the time being, she's stuck with her slave's work-a-day cock.  And even if it involves the occasional cropping, as I "suffered" on Sunday afternoon in our little adobe home, who am I to complain?

Mistress Does the Dark Continent

Here in River City, slave is languishing in an empty bed going on a week now. Mistress is off on another one of her African adventures, and slave is slogging through the end of my "work year", with summer vacation looming in another 10 days or so.  But the days without Mistress are passing VERY slowly.

Mistress has set some rules for me: caged when I go to work or go "out", and daily "self abuse" to make sure I don't get too horny. (I know, very indulgent, but she has method to the madness!)  We've been able to talk most afternoons. And, as requested, I've sent her several photos evidencing compliance with her "rules" -- both cage shots and rampant cock shots.

Yesterday Mistress and slave were able to 'FaceTime" while I was at work, and she was in bed, with the mosquito nets providing a certain exotic back drop.  She even flashed me a view of those cleanly shaven folds, which had slave's work-a-day cock straining in its close, caged confines. I think Mistress enjoyed her ability to impose some mild torture from half a world away.

But you'll be happy to know that Mistress hasn't let her quest for a new lover to cool even when she's on the road and far out of our own time zone.

"I've traded a few messages with Jeff (the former college boyfriend) over the last week, slave.....told him that I am open to 'getting together' in August, once we are back home from (our SW hideaway). "

"Was he surprised, Mistress? You pretty much shut him down when he came to town."

"A woman has the right to change her mind, slave.  And he seems very interested.  Talked about going to a spa.  I told him I'm really not a spa sort of woman.  But I am sure we can come up with something."

So slave is left contemplating how Mistress's new interest in an old beau will play out, which has been fueling my evening "self abuse" sessions. And, apparently,  also fueling Mistress's own evening bed time fingering of those clean shaven folds.

"So what were you contemplating while you took care of yourself last night, Mistress?'

"It involved Jeff fucking me while you watched with your cage on slave....."

Ouch.  That was definitely made slave's cock twitch in my cage.

Of course, that got me thinking along the same lines. But with Mistress in Africa, I also can't help delve into some Tarzan and Jane fantasies too.  Somehow I don't recall these images in the Disney movies I watched with my grandkids!

The Dowager Domme Goes Full "Dragon Lady".

Mistress and slave have had a few days now to recover from the big wedding that Mistress had perfectly planned and executed for our daughter and her new husband.

Of course, the weekend was a forced march through a Friday brunch, rehearsal, rehearsal dinner hosted by Mistress's mother -- the Dowager Domme; then a long Saturday of preparing the room (an old retired Catholic Church) organizing photographs, and, finally a very big long night.  It wasn't until past midnight that the two of us finally made it home, exhausted but satisfied that, despite all odds, things had gone off without a hitch.

Excellent planning, Mistress!

But there was still a Sunday of visiting with family before they left town, and a dinner with our two daughters, the new son-in-law and some friends from our Florida days. By Monday morning we were running on fumes.

"I  should use the crop on you today, slave.....but I'm too tired."  There had been a cropping hiatus with our two daughters in the house since Wednesday, because the sounds might be a tad disturbing to the two Dommes in training.

Fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective) Mistress recovered her energy level by Tuesday, and reminded my bottom of what it had been missing.

The only amusing note from the weekend was the Dowager Domme's choice of a wedding outfit.  Of course, one might have expected the grandma of the bride to wear something elegant but unobtrusive so as not to eclipse either the bride or her daughter, the "MOB".

But that would not be in character for the Dowager Domme, would it.

Instead she showed up in a rather severe looking black dress accented with large red flowers. (a bit like the one on the left, but with a shorter hemline and a broader collar).

I decided to address the elephant in the room.

"So J, that's quite a dress. Where did you get that?"

"Thanks, Mick. It's Vietnamese...."

"Ahhhh..... the Madame Nhu look."

She just smiled to my reference to someone those of us who recall the Vietnam War would remember.

Madame Nhu: the so called "Dragon Lady",  who was part of the ruling family of South Vietnam who
LBJ and Nixon propped up at the cost of thousands of young American lives.  Didn't she have her own torture chamber, where political dissidents met a cruel fate?

Of course, Mistress was a little annoyed at her mother's attempt to "upstage" her daughter and granddaughter at the big wedding.

 But then what would one expect of a true "Dowager Domme".   In fact, maybe we should start referring to her as the "Dragon Lady" from now on.   I just don't want to end up in her cross-hairs.