A Surprise Visitor

All that fresh mountain air, and possibly the seductive smell of the dried yak dung burning in our open fire, caught up with Slave last night, and I slept in a little later than planned. I need to head off soon to my new undercover job in the local "Court" system.

But before I let Mistress close up my cock cage and don my special barrister's costume, I wanted to share a few interesting developments. from yesterday.

First, while the locals may have a reputation for arbitrary violence, they can show an occasional welcoming sign. Last night, as we were feeding our post dinner scraps to the camels, we were surprised by the local "welcome wagon" who serenaded us with a bit of local music.

I wasn't sure what they were playing, but it was vaguely reminiscent of the old Allman Brothers' tune "Whipping Post", but with a more lugubrious beat.

Then just as we were tidying up and getting ready for some post-concert worship and sex, there was a "knock" on the Yurt flap.

"So, D's directions were right, I've found you...."

Both Simone and Sam did a double take... the voice was vaguely familiar, particularly to Mistress after all those sessions of over the phone sex... but, could it really be?

"Yeah, it's me, the WC."

Holy shit. After all those months of avoiding a personal encounter, he had finally overcome whatever hesitation he had to make a personal appearance.  And what an appearance. He was not exactly the guy we had envisioned, though, truth be told, most of the photos he had sent to Simone were of only a certain special occasion accessory, and not his full body.

You can imagine our surprise, then when this is the guy who pops through the Yurt flap.

Apparently he had taken Suzanne's suggestion to blend in with the locals a little more effectively.

But what was more interesting was what was on display below the waist.  It seemed that the WC was willing to conform to local custom and provide a little coverage for the SOC while on the road.

Very impressive, WC. And it's obvious you've been working out.

So what explains the WC's sudden in person appearance after all these years?  It had something to do with the fact that his prior employer had left him with an un-reimbursed Amex bill, due to a sudden and unexpected shutdown. And some bills for electrical work on the installation of a new hot tub at the former employer's western ski-in, ski-out  "office".

We decided to discuss the matter in the morning, since it was getting kind of late.  We found WC some sleeping room out in the Yak shed.  Let's hope they all got along well.