Settling In to a New Routine

Mistress and Slave are doing their best to settle into our new life here, while doing the things needed to stay in touch with our responsibilities back in the town from whence we came.

Think about it: "normal" people create Secret Identities as this adventurous D/s couple for a certain chessy sex blog..

Their Secret Identity characters develop "legendary" status in an alternative universe populated by like minded "pervs" (at least as seen from the former normal perspective). Friendships break out, evolve. Relationships develop, which move from cyber to very real. Both with and without foreskins.

Then, suddenly, the threat that the original secret identities might be blown, causes Mistress and Slave to seek protection through the SBPP by creating new secret identities for their fictional characters, then go on the Lam to parts unknown. (Or at least unusual).

It's not that we are hiding from our new friends in sex blog land. In fact, it's very nice to know that they care and are looking out for our well being.

On the other hand,  Suzanne over at All Mine and some of her somewhat skeptical commenters,  are seeing this as an opportunity for a little regime change. They are thinking that a certain pampered house Slave could use some toughening up. Will Simone suddenly discover that she's given Sam a little too much rope?

Time will tell.

In the meantime, yesterday involved some extra work day stress for Simone, who is starting an ew and challenging job this week. Let's hope the folks at her new office can tolerate a whole lot of telecommuting from What-the-Fuck-it-Stan.

Fortunately, as you can see from the photo above, D, our logistics specialist, has equipped us with a nice solar powered system to run all the high tech gear she has shipped in, and that our new chef and events planner, Francois has fine tuned for us.

AS for Sam, I've taken toe exploring the town, aspiring to a job in the local court system, primitive as it might be. And have no fear Suzanne, we are trying to blend in. Below is a photo of the local bar association, on a coffee break.  Can you tell me from the rest of my new colleagues?

And while the customs here are a little strange, you can still count on reliable brands when you need a little pick-me-up after a long morning in court arguing about clearing title to a local goat herd.

At the end of the day, when Mistress finally shut down her skype account, and Slave washed the blood off his hands (when you act as a local prosecutor here, you have to ask for then actually carry out the sentence), we settled into our bed, with the high mountain stars shining through that big damn hole at the center of our yurt's ceiling. We hunkered down under the yak fur blankets, and Slave did what he should have done before dinner: worship those clean shaven folds.

After Mistress seemed satisfied she reached for her cock, surprised to discover that even after a long day of work it was hard and ready for her.

"Mmmm.... I think I'll suck it for a while, Slave...."

"AS you wish, Mistress."

I settled back, enjoying her skillful attention.

"I forgot to ask Mistress, did our new chef ask you to work this sort of magic on that un-cut cock of his on Saturday...."

"He did Slave .... that seems to be  part of the ritual."

'Well, I can tell you're in good practice...."

By then Slave was begging for permission to fuck his Mistress.  Fortunately, she was in a generous mood.