I've had two longtime Mistresses who I had multiple sessions with. Both knew and understood my "jungle" role play fetish. Nothing was ever scripted, no lines set, just an outline of how to start, an understanding of boundaries, and we'd go from there. But with each Mistress we eventually knew each other so well my alter-ego and jungle dialogue evolved into me being treated like a lifestyle male slut for each one of them. There were certain protocols that evolved and were just understood without words.
An athlete and dancer, with the now retired Lethal Leg Goddess, a.k.a. Goddess Vegas, we sessioned at my hotel when I was in town, twice at her home with her picking me up. When arriving at my hotel the Goddess would text me from the parking garage and I would give her the room number. We would meet in the lobby, usually at a back-of-the-hotel entrance. We would not speak, I'd follow her to the elevators as if we were not together. If security stopped her, the plan was for me to show my room key and say, "She's with me." That never happened. When we got into the room she would get undressed - her session outfit was usually under her street clothes - and I was told how to fold her garments. I would be told to disrobe as she would sit in a lounge chair. When I was done I would kneel in front of her, she would put her hand out and I would put in her hand, $20 bill by $20 bill, the second half of her tribute. (I'd usually make a deposit in her business checking account a week before my trip.) When I was done, she would say, "Thank you, my pet," and the fun would begin.
With my current longtime Mistress, if I pick her up for us to session outside or in her storage room, she slaps my face, grabs the heavy dog chain in her bag saying, "Put this on, slut!" I do and then she slaps my face and pulls my ear once or twice. Eventually, driving her back home once after a session, I said, "That slap in the face and pulling of my ear is your version of a kiss and a hug." She slyly grinned, slapped me in face, and said something to the effect, "Shut up, Slut! You have too many privileges." We both laughed. I know... I've been very lucky.