Recovering from Vacation with Master
First comments after my break
After a couple of weeks that I was very occupied in the service of my Master, it's finally time to get back to my usual routines, if I can. As a digital nomad, it's not easy to get back into a routine. My next longer stay in one place will be only a month from now, back in Gran Canaria. But my Master left yesterday and I need to get back to my previous commitments, which I was been able to set aside in order to focus on my Master and give myself an opportunity to properly rest.
Getting back to business includes you — my fans — after my break. I tried to take note of my experiences during my vacation with my Master, but that didn't last long, and it was probably defeating the purpose of the vacation anyway. Nevertheless, I'll do my best to recall what I went through in order to share with you on the blog. I'll share in greater detail on Friday on the premium episode of my podcast (subscriptions are only $5 a month).
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"Recovery" might seem like a harsh word, but I'm sure you know the feeling of needing a vacation after your vacation. Gay cruises are such action-packed experiences, and they can be exhausting, as fun as they are. Add to this that there's a high chance of leaving with a communicable disease, which results from intimate communication among thousands of gay men in a closed space. Even as my Master restricts our sexual interactions, I've disembarked with a virus from almost every cruise.
Unfortunately, the same holds true for this cruise. My Master suspected I was carrying some disease at the end of the cruise, and we tried to protect ourselves (and especially him) with zinc, electrolytes, and — when it was clear I was sick — masking whenever I was indoors. However, our trip continued for almost another week, just the two of us, traveling through Portugal after our disembarkation in Lisbon.
The virus really broke out after our day on the mountaintop of Sintra, less than an hour away from Lisbon. Those Portuguese kings really knew where to put their summer palace, as it was windy and cold up there while it was very hot in the city. I really wanted to minimize my exposure to the elements, especially as I was only wearing a tank top and shorts. However, my Master treats cold weather like it's just an inconvenience, insisting on semantics: cold weather doesn't cause a cold, but a virus does. So while I can't split hairs about causality with my Master, I was starting to wonder if he was transgressing into torture and abuse, beyond my limits. Not putting my foot down meant getting more sick the next day.
I still have a couple of days in Porto on my own and I was hoping that I'd be able to hook up with a Portuguese or Brazilian guy here. My AI agent tells me I'm probably not infectious anymore. However, I might still hold off, as horny as I am. My Master is not excited about me cruising here anyway and he told me not to go to the sauna. The reason is that he noticed that half of the guys he talked to in Porto were not on PrEP and in some cases not even familiar with it.
That said, he hooked up with two while I was here, while only one of them was on PrEP. He used a condom anyway. He invited the first of them as soon as we arrived in Lisbon. I had booked us a large studio apartment and he told me to wait in the kitchen around the corner, while he played with the other sub. He said he would have had more fun if I had been there to assist, but of course he didn't want me to be around them without a mask.
With the second guy, as I seemed better, he let me stay in the room. That wasn't for the purpose of watching, as I couldn't care less. I'm not a voyeur and I mostly take pleasure when I'm participating in an act, not watching it. I'm the complete opposite of my Master. But he was kind to save me the feeling of cucking behind the corner and he let me stay on my bed. On second thought, I guess being cucked in person is more degrading than when I'm not seen or seeing them. But I really didn't dwell on that. He wanted some action and he should have it. None of this is about me.
Back to my recovery, I only have a little over 72 hours before my trip to Madrid, where I really want to be available to fuck around at Sauna Paraíso. I'm especially looking forward to reconnecting with that muscular Asian guy I met at Boiler sauna in Berlin. In the meantime, I also have to get back to work and my job-hunting. However, getting back to my optimal healthy diet and workout routine might have to wait another week or so, because of limited options where I am right now, but I'll try.
I plan to share with you more about the cruise itself in my next blog post on Saturday. I might focus on the implications of traveling on a gay cruise with my Master. In addition, as I said, I'll share in greater detail about my experience and my thoughts in my premium podcast episode on Friday.