Deviant Edge Stupid Cupid Party and then some more

It felt so good to be back at the Dungeon. The Dungeon Master gave us a warmhearted welcome. At the bar Princess and I enjoyed a glass of red wine. The place wasn’t crowded yet but it felt cozy and familiar already.


Shortly before we left for Antwerp I had given Princess the Hunkemoller body. She looks stunning in it!

Then we moved to the Dungeon and watched a couple play. Most of the scenes we witness are built around impact play and often it feels like the more/harder the merrier. There is not that much rope bondage to be seen albeit the environment is quite inviting.

I helped Princess out of her dress and took a few steps back so I could look at her beautiful body enclosed in the black sexy lingerie.

“Undress,” I said, “and do it slowly.”

Princess complied and gave me some delicious eye candy.
Then Princess stood naked in front of me, well, not completely as she was still wearing her stay ups and high heels.
I extended my hand.

Princess grabbed my hand and I led her to the hoist equipped with a vertical bar. Leisurely I fixed the leather cuffs around her wrists and using carabiners hooked them to the hoist.
Blindfolded Princess.

There I was, well-groomed with a black costume, black shirt and a black tie with small white dots, the latter a present from Princess.

I put on my black leather gloves and grabbed a riding crop.

I watched Princess waiting in anticipation for what would happen next. I took my time, I really did. Then I blew gently in her neck and she jumped.

For the following 45′ minutes I played a refined game of dominating Princess. It was not about harsh spanking although I landed a few hard smacks on her bottom. I was rough and then gentle, and rough again. Inflicting pain and then caressing her. A simple soft slap with the cane was enough to make her jump, squeezing a breast making her squeal. I slapped her jaw, grabbed her hair when I wanted to kiss her.

I gently unfastened her and with Princess on my lap I sat down. My love was very deep in subspace and I held her, kissed her and rubbed her warm. Quite intense moments.

Not that later we sat at the bar again. Princess having a glass of red wine, I water with bubbles.

Suddenly we noticed the Dungeon Master walking toward us.
“I have something to say to you,” he announced.
Holy shit, for a moment it felt like I had done something wrong, maybe even endangered Princess.

Then he smiled, extending his hand.

“Wow,” he said, “I watched you both and your scene was so intense and so beautiful and full of emotions. I really enjoyed it.”

Then he smiled again, turned around and walked back to the Dungeon leaving me feeling like a million. What a compliment! Holy cow, I was happy as a clam and thanked Princess because it is she who makes it all happen.

We enjoyed being there. The Fetish Cafe feels like home and we feel safe and comfortable there.

We had a chat with Ligatio, the rope guy and his beautiful partner. He told us about the sawing accident ravaging his thumb but he promised us he would be able to give the private tuition in a month or two. They are nice people and very passionate about rope.

Little past midnight we were on our way home. Princess still feeling dozy and I on the top of the world.

It had been a memorable, unforgettable and intense evening.
Most of all though we found ourselves back, we reconnected, syncing with what really matters.
Princess and I.

Yes, we are back on track. I am so relieved!


This Sunday morning I fucked Princess to kingdom come.
I devastated Princess’s body, scratching, biting and pinching her. The more I hurt her the more I felt her pussy clench around my cock. The more I gave her pain. And then some.
It was mind-blowing and so very intense.

When we finally got out of bed it was almost 11 so we had an hour left before I had to drop Princess off at her place.

We took a much-needed shower and had some coffee. Sitting on the couch I felt the adrenaline fade away and started to feel sleepy.

Little did we know we were up for a surprise. A good one.

At noon I dropped Princess off at her place. Her car was gone, it was cold and dreary. Little Star needed to be fetched at Stella’s place because Princess’s eldest daughter had to catch a train in order to get back at the hospital. I also knew she had a male friend staying with her. We are not sure what his role is for the moment but fact is he spend a whole weekend with her. He must have a beneficial effect on Stella as even a few hours with her own daughter are often to much of a stress.

“I’ll check if Stella wants us to come over and get Star,” Princess told me.
To my big surprise Stella accepted, knowing I was coming with Princess.

I ended up entering her apartment for the first time in 2 years. I met her male friend, a friendly young guy with, I imagine, loads of patience. As always Stella was stressed so Princess and I killed the waiting time washing Stella’s dishes, also something so very familiar. Little Star was joyful, begging for my attention, then that of Princess.
I cannot recall if Little Star showed any connection with the young man.

Then we all got in my car. I dropped Star and Princess off at her place and then I drove to the railway station of my town dropping off Stella and the young man.
She immediately ran to the other side of the street but that’s Stella. The guy got his luggage out of the trunk and thanked me. We shook hands and that was it.

A memorable weekend indeed.


Valentine’s Day Again

Valentine has no real meaning to us, we do not need a special day to remind us how special our partner is. We have kind of Valentine’s day every time we are together.

Past week has been a difficult one as we had, my fault again, a terrible fight on the phone. That was on Monday evening. It is not a fight but more an endless monologue where I spill out all my anger, fears and frustrations about our future. Or rather the lack of any future as I see things on such moments. After all I cannot wait forever.

It resulted in nothing as it always does because there are no answers, no solutions. At least none we want to even take in consideration.

Tuesday, at work, I felt extremely wound up. At 10, I started to feel bad and an hour later I asked my colleague, whom is, like me, a Red Cross rescuer, for input. It felt as if my heart wanted to jump out of my body.

We went to the infirmary and checked my pressure. Way to high and a heartbeat surpassing 110 pm. It stayed like that for the bigger part of the day. In the evening I visited my doctor. We talked, he told me to rest, to take things easy and proposed therapy. Just so I could get a few tools to help me manage my frustration and fear.

Princess is my everything, my Grail and I do not want to lose here. I phoned when I came back home and lucky me, I got an intake meeting for the next morning. It is private therapy, only for me.

I told the therapist the story and she was flabbergasted. Not only for Princess’s courage cooping with all she has to coop with.
We talked for over 90′ and I am still processing what she told me. Some of it I did not like. I have a new appointment in 2 weeks.
We’ll see what comes out of it.

All I know is that we need some real quality time to smooth the wrinkles. Thursday Princess brought Star with her so that created a whole different evening, a tense one I am sorry to say.

This evening I’m taking Princess to the Dungeon in Antwerp for the Deviant Edge Valentine’s Stupid Cupid Kink party. We also went last year and had a blast. I’m not sure if we’ll be able or have room to play. I hope we do though, I want to ravage Princess’s gorgeous body, give it pain and use it.

There is a small box with Princess’s name on it. A beautiful body to wear this evening. I’ve a Valentine’s card too… and an extra gift for us both… a much-needed weekend.

My Valentine's gift for 2016
My Valentine’s gift for 2016

Thoughts – February 8, 2016

Past week has been a busy one.

I ordered and received 6mm and 4mm hemp rope, 40 meters each.  Cut them in 8 meter lengths then treated them. I choose not the wash the rope. It takes quite some time for the hemp to dry and it is something I can’t do in my house. So I have an extra reason to long for sunny and warm days.

I also got a small bottle of 100% Tsubaki oil from the Esinem store and a Campingaz thingamabob from a local store called, I kid you not, Franco’s Campingshop.
I use this small and cheap gas-burner to burn off the fuzzes.

I treated the 4mm rope with the Tsubaki oil. This rope will be used for finer work. Princess has small hands so this rope matches better her body. This rope will not be used for suspension, only for decorative work.

For the 6mm rope I used baby oil just to see the effect. This rope will not be used for bondage but as suspension lines.

So now I own a nice collection of rope and I am eager to use them on and with Princess. I’m also going to make as much photographs as I can. Not only to share but as a witness of my progress.

* * * *

I had postponed writing an article for a Dutch informative site about BDSM way too long. It is a serious website and when I got a mail asking when they could expect my piece I tapped myself and started writing. It felt awkward, writing something about the lifestyle in my mother tongue.

It is about mind fucking. The technique, tips and tricks, dangers and a few examples. I make a difference between mind fucking and mind play. The first is about creating a make-believe situation, the latter about spicing up your partner’s fantasy (during play and/or sex).

I mailed it yesterday and this morning they replied telling me they loved it. I’ll probably will do more stuff for them in the near future. It is not on commission but that does not bother me. I do get the satisfaction of writing and documenting it thus learning stuff.

* * * *

One of my FB friends, a writer, asked who wanted to read her work in order to weed out typos. I volunteered and she accepted my help knowing English is not my mother tongue.

During the past few days I received a mail for every chapter. I read them out loud, one of the few advantages of living alone.
I had fun doing this. I learned a few things about the English language and because some French was used (I speak 70% of my time at work French but that does not mean I’m good a writing it) I had to check a few things I wasn’t sure of with a colleague and, yes, learned something.

* * * *

Past weekend, Saturday to be more precise, marked the 5th commemoration of the death of the father of Princess’s kids.
Obviously Princess’s place was with her kids so I only saw her Sunday evening. It was not for the first time since I know Princess I felt the excruciating pain of being alone.

I also had a sad thought about this anniversary.

When I met Princess little over 4 years ago and the first 2, 3 years thereafter, I felt sad for her kid’s loss. I could emotionally connect with them and when Princess told me about their boyfriends and studies and whatever, I was truly interested. I even crossed my fingers when some of them went for their driver’s license.

Today I don’t give a fuck about them anymore. I am fed up with their intolerance and hate towards me.
They think I am not good enough for their mother but they fucking don’t even know me. How pretentious!

It is not about not understanding the mechanisms of mourning and grief.  But in my book it sure as hell does not give a hall pass for being intolerant, hateful, impolite and disrespectful.

The prospect of spending the rest my life being rejected, not wanted or an object of fierce discussion before every family moment has become a huge burden.
In December last year I almost ended our relation.

It is not only about the kids of course. There is also Star, Princess’s grandchild, who lives with Princess because Stella, her mother and Princess’s eldest daughter, is unable to take care of her child. I’m sad to say that I don’t believe Stella will ever be okay enough to be a full time mother. So Star will stay with Princess who is her legally assigned foster-mother. That too will be a huge problem as Princess’s kids don’t want me in Star’s life and even worse, her mother doesn’t either.

It would help if I noticed some progress but over time their positions have only hardened. Last year I had the opportunity to talk with one of them, Ar, 22. I am not like Princess, I do not take their shit for granted. It did not end well as I refused to bow, they are just kids, they do not run the show. So she ran away, screaming, when I told her that she nor her sisters or brother could stop us living together or getting married. Princess is still mad at me for not being soft on her. Yeah sure.

Anyway, Princess and I were together Sunday evening. We did some rope bondage and made love and then went to bed.
Happily I slept well because I really needed a good night’s sleep. I don’t sleep well lately as my mind is to busy with all that drama around me.

I am aware there is not much Princess can do but on the other hand I do think she really underestimates how much all this is starting to weigh on me.

I’m way in my fifties, I am longing to settle down. I have no outlook on that but I’ll guess I’ll be in my sixties. Living where? No idea. Princess has renovated her house but her kids have made it clear they would never allow me living there. If one of them decides, after their studies, to stay home with mama I’m fucked. I’m thinking Princess needs to grow a bunch balls.

I am fed up being most of the time alone, going for a walk alone, whatever. Last time I phoned Princess outside “our” time was an experience I don’t want to repeat, even if I’m dying.

I am still madly in love with Princess but I fear that the day where I will feel the balance of pros and contra’s to be way off to the latter, is coming very close.

Princess won’t like what I’ve written but I can’t help it. After all this is our story, Princess and I, for better and for worse.

I can only hope that, in a very near future, we’ll look back on these moments, happy we overcame all this shit.
Being even closer than ever because of it.

When I started this blog I decided not to mention what really happened. I think is was because I feared doing so would expose who we, Princess and I, really are. That it would erase our anonymity. It is, in fact, more about protecting Princess’s anonymity.

I am aware that my part of the story is a biased one. Albeit I try to be objective about the matter I can’t because I am in the middle of it.

The Father spend the better part of his last 10 years in psychiatry. Numerous are the times he called his wife and children around the table to tell them he wanted to end it all. I believe one of the kids once arrived just in time.

I know him from a reportage on television. He was an artist who made beautiful but intriguing metal sculptures.

Finally Princess and The Father divorced. After that, I can’t say if it was a year or more later, on the day Princess held her birthday party, the kids found their father whom had finally decided to end it. They decided to go to his place and say hi. They stayed with him for more than an hour before help arrived.

I cannot start to imagine how this must have been for Princess’s kids. I know what she told me though and the grief of her children indescribable.

I do understand how Princess’s kids see me as the enemy, the man who should not be there, at their mother’s side.
Really, I can relate to that.
On the other hand…

Princess’s birthday

Past Tuesday I took Princess to our local Sushi restaurant. After all it was her birthday. The private rope tuition did not take place because the instructor had broken his hand and sawed in his thumb a few days earlier.

Just before being served two young men, in their late twenties or early thirties, occupied the table next to ours.

It did not take long before they asked us about our Sushi Boat making it quite obvious it was their first visit to a Sushi joint.

I explained them how to mix some Wasabi with the soy sauce and that the marinated ginger was used to wash the mouth between two different types of Sushi.
The owner of the restaurant smiled in agreement and took their order.

We enjoyed our meal and talked about a zillion things. We noticed the guys has ordered enough to feed a small family.

Then our boat was finished and our table cleaned. Our neighbours were visibly stuffed and one of them asked if we wanted their leftovers.

We said no and then we went home and I showed Princess the short movie Kinbaku.

She did not like how the movie started or ended at all. I myself had not really paid notice as I had been much more interested in the story about Kinbaku and how this relates with the Japanese society today.

“This is not how I want to be identified with as a submissive,” Princess told me and of course she was right.

The movie Kinbaku starts and ends with a Shibari model explaining how she had found pleasure in the rope, in being a submissive, after a long period of cutting herself. In fact, one of the best BDSM-movies ever made, Secretary, has the same approach where the would be submissive is also into self-mutilation but finds her catharsis in being a submissive.

It insinuates that being a submissive implicates there is something (mentally) wrong with you.
That is simply not true.

Princess liked the scenes with Osada Steve and found what he said to be very intense and deep.

After the short movie we did some rope ourselves but after the wine we had with dinner we kept is simple.

Then we went to bed and made love. We slept well.

The next morning I woke up early and very horny. Princess was still asleep but I took her. Hell we fucked like animals and I slapped her face a zillion times squeezing every possible orgasm out of her gorgeous body.

Princess also told me a fantasy she had in the Sushi restaurant the evening before and I smiled because I had the same one.

“What if,” Princess asked, “you would have invited those guys over to our place to enjoy the Sushi leftovers?”
“You would be the plate,” I smiled.
“And then…?”
“You would have been a dessert for the three of us.”
“Oh yes,” Princess sighed with sensual delight.

Just thinking about this fantasy made me even harder and I fucked Princess into subspace.

Soon enough it was noon and with pain in my heart I dropped the love of my life off at work. Princess was still trying desperately to connect with the real world.




Tomorrow is Princess’s birthday. Weeks ago I started planning a private Shibari tuition at our place. I was lucky Ligatio had time as he and his partner in the middle of moving house.

I kept it a secret for Princess and used The Stranger scenario and the subsequent threesome as a smokescreen. It was mind fucking at its best because doing so I learned a few interesting things by simply observing Princess when I, on a regular basis, unfolded a few details of what I was planning. You know, just checking, I told Princess, to ensure myself she would enjoy the event.

I ended up not only knowing such a scenario was acceptable but also feeling guilty as Princess was looking forward, with obvious reservations, to what I had planned.

So a few days ago I told her I had planned private tuition. I still don’t know if Princess was relieved The Stranger thing was just a smokescreen.

Princess was thrilled and we were looking forward to the workshop. It is not really the way I do things but I did not even bother making a backup plan.

This morning I got a text message from an unknown number.

Apparently he had a sawing accident that not only injured badly his thumb but also broke his wrist. He hoped we could get together in 6 weeks or so. I wished him well, told him I was still looking forward in getting tuition from him. I was at work she I kept it short but wrote a lengthier email when I arrived at home. To show there were no hard feelings I asked for 4 hours instead of 3.

Shit happens and I really hope he will be fine with no consequences for his fingers or hand.

There I was with no backup plan.
Think Franco, think.

It did not take long for inspiration to visit me. On Esinem’s Shibariclasses I enrolled in a hip harness tutorial so I can start doing something new tomorrow with Princess.

We’ll have dinner first, Sushi of course, then back to our place for some intense rope bondage. I’ll show her the short movie Kinbaku and I also got a little present for Princess.

Meanwhile I got the 6mm hemp rope and the Japanese Tsubaki Oil. During the weekend I boiled 2 meters, dried and stretched it to find out the difference.

The hemp is much softer but I have no experience using it yet. I’ll be preparing some rope and treat it with the Tsubaki Oil. The rope’s breaking strength is about 285 kilos’ so I’ll probably use it for suspension and not for the bondage. I prefer the thinner jute rope for tying. Maybe I’ll also get some 4mm hemp rope.

Bulk 6mm hemp rope and a bottle of Tsubaki Oil
Bulk 6mm hemp rope and a bottle of Tsubaki Oil











Thoughts – January 27, 2016

“All other activities, like stage shows and most video work, I’d describe as Shibari. To me, Shibari is merely doing bondage in the Japanese style, producing ties according to Japanese aesthetics. For a rope session to qualify as Kinbaku you need to go inside the woman, touch her soul.” – Osada Steve

In less than a week it is Princess’s birthday. I have been mind fucking her for weeks now, making her believe The Stranger-scenario would be her present. For those whom lack imagination, it is about a hotel room, Princess blindfolded, me and an unknown man. Hence The Stranger.

It went from oh no to wow, really? and then I’m nervous but I’m liking the idea to bring it on, baby. So finally I felt bad about it, making Princess believe and looking forward to an event most ignorant people would qualify as an ordinary threesome.

This morning, during breakfast, I finally came clear and told Princess I had organized private rope tutoring at our place.
I cannot say she was relieved that The Stranger thing was off, but she liked the idea of the private workshop.

I’m thinking she is defying me, thinking I don’t have the guts to go in the direction of The Stranger scenario. What Princess does not know is that doing so she is fueling my will to make it happen.

Of course it is not a game, not a goal, but Princess and I know one that one day The Stranger will happen because we want to experience the thrills that go with such an event. I also know we are both ready and are fully aware it will only intensify our relation.

Yesterday I did another full suspension and it was better that the previous one. I filmed it so Princess could see for herself. The suspension had 4 anchor points. One originated on her shoulder, hooked on the TK, and then three one-column ties: ankle, thigh and hip.


Then I moved back to floor suspension, playing with rope, movements, Dominance and pain. Whipping, candle wax, pinching and mental play, pushing Princess deep into subspace.

It is Princess whom asked and pushed to do more rope bondage and I am happy she did. Using rope adds so much intimacy, artistry and sensuality to the scenes we play.

Just for fun I tied a quick corset using a cane as a support. It is not perfect but it was just fun to do. Princess is dressed in rope and the cane on her back supports it.  She liked the feel and warmth of the rope on her skin.

Cane & Rope
Cane & Rope

With one swift move of the cane the rope dress falls on the ground revealing Princess’s gorgeous body. Like I said it is a very simple tie but very effective. Fun for the model and fun for the audience.

If you love rope there is this beautiful documentary about the British Rope Scene, The Pleasure of Rope. It is money well paid.

Then this documentary “Kinbaku” (2010) will also pleasure you. Enjoy Osada Steve’s performance.

REBLOG – The Rope Bottom Guide

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The new edition of the Rope Bottom guide is now available to download.

This guide is provided free of charge and is free to reproduce for educational purposes.

This is the 4th edition of the Rope Bottom Guide and has been completely re-written to be even more concise and readable. It is illustrated with all new bondage images shot especially for this new edition.

Please share this resource with bottoms, models, riggers and anyone who might be able to make use of this information.

The new edition is only available in English at the moment but translations in Italian, Spanish, Dutch, Romanian, French, Polish & German will be made available as soon as possible.

Cover illustration by Singing Tree
Cover illustration by Singing Tree


Sometimes I forget, as we all do, that I am blessed. Health is okay, I love my job and it pays well. My girls are doing just fine. In fact, Big A.  and her boyfriend have signed a lease to an apartment. For both it is their first big step and I wish them both all the happiness in the world.

Relation wise I have been an unfortunate traveler for the bigger part of my life. It goes without saying that I was also to blame for when things did not work out as expected.

Let bygones be bygones as I do believe that my past was merely a road leading to where I am now. Sometimes that road was in a pretty bad shape, but hell, who’s complaining? After all I finally arrived at my destination.

Princess is my destination.

Our D/s relation is not very deepened (yet) but that is okay, we don’t live together and when we are together I naturally take the lead in a consensual sort of way.

But when it comes to BDSM we are a match made in heaven and that is where I consider myself extremely blessed.

We both love (very) rough sex with face slapping (me) and hair pulling (me) and she is the perfect recipient of my Sadistic tendencies, loving the things I love to do. How cool is that? Imagine Princess being heavily into needle play… I definitively am not. That would be a whole other story.

Impact play is something I love to give and Princess cannot get enough. The harsher the merrier.

Asanawa rope, detail
Asanawa rope, detail

I like rope but Princess adores it and she motivated me to follow a workshop together. We did, in December 2013. Yet I wasn’t convinced because I could not find my voice in this tool. Recently she motivated me again and now I am ready for it. I recognize its strength as a way to dance, a sensual play, Dominance and submission at its best. I can add Sadism and Impact Play to the scene. I’ve been doing a few basic full-suspensions and even if it is not my primary goal it does give a lot of satisfaction. For us both that is.
I am now at a stage where I am going to buy rope in bulk and prepare them for bondage myself.

Rope has become an important part in our scenes and pretty soon we’ll be following an advanced workshop.

I have dark fantasies like The Stranger for example, and Princess is curious and open to find out as I am curious and open to find out and experience her fantasies too.

I have found in the world of BDSM a partner who is by all means a 100% perfect match. Think about it? What are the odds?

I cannot wait to live with Princess and spend every weekend, every evening, every night with her. She is the one I want to travel with for eons to come.

My deepest wish is to marry her.
And have a Rose Ceremony to celebrate our union in a lifestyle I simply adore.


Thoughts – January 22, 2016

Princess liked the Asanawa rope very much. It is soft but it tickled on her skin.

I bought the rope from DasFalke (Steven James) and it arrived yesterday morning at my work.

Later that day, when Princess arrived, I asked her to close her eyes and made her feel and smell the rope. She undressed before I could ask her, eagerly waiting to feel the jute on her skin.

I made her kneel and started my new playlist. Was it the music that helped me? I used a Sergei Kuryokhin composition. Djeezus, simply gorgeous music.
Check it out!

It was my best tying, harsh, sensual, playful and sadistic. It was tight too. Princess loved every moment, floating with closed eyes on my moves.

Hell, it was sensual and extreme, our dance with rope. No words can describe her or my feeling, emotion, pleasure. All I know is that I did an almost perfect TK using muscle memory thus being able to play doing the tie.

It was almost as good as genuine sex. Well, maybe even better as we where so close. Fuck, making Princess suffer and enjoy. The splendor of rope lies within the trust, the love between Princess and me. I find absolute beauty in the idea that Princess suffers for my pleasure.

Then we went to bed, Princess not completely satisfied as at the late hour harsh spanking is not an option, not in our apartment.

I found it hard to fall asleep, still thriving on adrenaline. For the first time I dreamed about rope but I forgot what is was about.

This, rope, I want to master. It feels like an extension of who I am. I don’t give a fuck if it is Shibari.
I don’t have any connection with Japanese art of aesthetics. Well, I enjoy Sushi and Sake but that is not enough.

But that does not matter. I want to translate who I am, Princess’s Dom, lover, best friend and Sadist and I will tell this story with, among other means of pleasure and pain, rope. So I won’t use words like Shibari or Kinbaku, I am a novice and I do some shit with rope. I do rope bondage. I don’t like labels.

I wish I had filmed yesterday’s session though. For where I am now, where we are now, it was perfect.
Fuck, I’m just starting this shit.

I am still learning though but in a near future I want to find my voice. My own dance.
My own show.
Sadism, Dominance, pleasure and pain, it is just a knot away.



Full Suspension

“What I would love to achieve is to master as much of the technics as possible in order to be creative without the need of thinking about the tying itself. I want to concentrate on my interaction with Princess.”

I wrote the above a few days ago in an email. I’ve been corresponding with X. for some time now. Gradually we connected and I am pretty sure he now knows what I want from him.

The ties themselves can be learned from a book.

How one ties, the caveats and shortcuts, advantages and disadvantages of the materials used, can only be learned from someone who knows what it is about, has experience and knows how to teach. What is tight? What is snug? In a book these words have no real meaning, they have to be faced, shown, discussed.

We are getting there, X. and I and I am sure spending time with him will help me find the road I am seeking.

There is nothing wrong playing with a bunch of different toys. Erotic asphyxiation, pain, submission, impact play, electro play, humiliation, cupping among others, they all bring pleasure. The real art lies in combining them, resulting in a pleasurable, intense and memorable session.

It feels good though to want to master at least something. After tying Princess on occasions, I finally fell in love with rope bondage. This is the domain in which I want to excel.

Princess knows that when I get hooked on something I’ll go the whole nine yards to master it.

* * * *

Yesterday I received the wooden 9” Shibari ring I had ordered little over a week ago at Esinem’s store.
It took some time to tie the ring to a carabineer in order to get the correct distance from the floor. Sometimes I can lose myself in insignificant details.

Then it was time to pick up Princess at her place and once back home we were excited to use the ring. (I’ll need to tie it again as the ring still hangs to low)

We broke in the ring and it went so natural and so easy. It felt as if I had done rope all my life. I am aware it is not the case. I am still very much a rookie.

Anyway I started with a box-tie and it went well. Tight above the breasts, a little looser under Princess’s breasts. I finished the tie with a Mt Fuji halter neck tie.

I attached a safety rope to the box-tie, at the shoulder, made sure the tie was secured and then up, through the ring, down, up and then securing it with a few half-hitches.

The second rope was used as a single column tie around Princess’s thigh, about 6” above the knee-joint, a safe zone. I pulled the rope up and then Princess was standing on one foot. As I wanted to find out how this felt under more stress I lifted Princess’s other leg.

“Still feels good, Milord, but this finally makes no sense as you are still supporting my weight.”

Fuck it, I thought and grabbed another rope, tied it around Princess’s other ankle, lifted and tied the rope around the ring.

OMG, there she was, my Princess, hanging in our living in a full suspension. She felt very comfortable. No tingling, pain, numbness or whatever.

Oh boy, my very first full suspension just happened like that, in a few easy and well calculated moves. I made a photograph. Sorry for the chaos and ugly background, it is my living room as it is.

Gently I pivoted Princess checking constantly if she was well and nothing was feeling bad or uncomfortable.

While writing this I am still amazed. Princess was happy as a clam; it has been her wish since we started doing rope.

I untied Princess after some 6 or 7 minutes air time. The rest of the evening we spent with intense floor-suspension and some teasing with a cane, a massager and the TENS-unit. The latter was a mistake as it brought Princess out of her Zen-like state.

After that we went to bed and surprisingly we did not feel the need for hard fuckery. Pretty soon I turned the lights off. We enjoyed being together in the darkness. I gently made love to Princess and then we fell asleep.

It had been an intense and fun evening and very memorable.

We, Princess and I, are constantly evolving. Yet the common denominator is rope and it is quite powerful. Using rope, the bondage, is a whole new way of connecting with Princess.

My first full suspension. Not a sexy pose or an amazing photograph.
My first full suspension. Not a sexy pose or an amazing photograph.



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