Back to the Dungeon – Part 1

Saturday, July 18th 2015

It is Open Play Evening at the Dungeon in Antwerp. This evening the Fetish Café is open for everybody above 18. The Dungeon itself stays private and only accessible for couples (20 Euro for both) or single men (20 Euro)

It has been a while since Princess and I visited the place so we are very eager to go.

I pick Princess up at 19:30 and bring her home, to our place. It is still hot and sunny so we walk to the Moochie for frozen yogurt and some delicious toppings. Princess is simple stunning in her black dress. It fits her like a glove and emphasizes her delicious body and curves.

Then we walk back home for our traditional before-going-to-the-Dungeon-fuck.
We start slowly, some kissing and caressing. More kissing.

I push her away from me. I get on my knees and then push myself between her legs.
With one hand I pin down her arms behind her head with a fierce grip on her wrists. My other hand twisted in her long, soft and beautiful blonde hair.

Princess moans while I tug her hair and push myself deep in her warm and already soaking core.

She gasps, closes her eyes and comes, almost instantly.

I don’t give her any breathing space as I continue fucking her. And she comes again and then again, wetting the sheets. Our bedroom is filled with the gorgeous scent of her cum, a little more intense because it is almost that time of the month.

I ravage her pussy, tear it apart with my hard cock and thank every god known to man for the fact it has become very hard for me to ejaculate.

Finally I push her away.
“Clean yourself up girl”, I bark.

I get up. My cock and thighs are sticky from her cum. I put on my clothes knowing others could pick up the perfume of her heath in the club later on. I find it a titillating idea.

Princess defies me and is not okay with the dress I have chosen for this evening. She prefers the more sexy wet look dress.
She is right.
It is has been a discussion point on several occasions. Being in the club amongst subs whom wear almost nothing Princess often feels overdressed. I know and I understand her wanting to be a part of the flock. I myself always prefer to do my thing.
“Okay”, I say and Princess smiles. I did nothing yet made her happy. Wow.

We arrive at 21:45 at the club. It is great to be back and this is in a way home too.

At the bar I order two glasses of white wine. The Dungeon Master notices us, smiles and walks towards us. He shakes my hand. It is a firm and respectful grip and a gesture I appreciate very much. I have earned my place and the idea appeases me, makes me extremely happy.

“You’re going to play?” he asks.
I nod.
“There is a crowd,” he says, with a nod in the direction of the entrance of the Dungeon. For some strange reason that end of the bar always has the most barflies.
“I’ll get your tags”, he continues, “so you don’t have all the hassle of getting your wallet and so in that group.”
Wow.

Later on we are in the Dungeon. I use the winch so Princess stands in front of me, arms up, accessible and ready to be used.

The Dungeon Master notices us.
He informs me there is bend in the steel cable and helps me putting enough pull on Princess.
Hell, when I first noticed they had installed a Dungeon Master, months ago, after our scene I went to him and thanked him for keeping an eye on everything. Shook his hand, showed appreciation and respect. At that time it was just a simple and natural thing to do but now I notice how well it was received.

I spank Princess and pinch her nipples, use clothespins on the soft skin of her hips making her whine.

People watch us. I noticed them and then I phase out when playing with Princess. Miss World could be masturbating next to me, trust me, I would not have noticed. Princess is only aware of my presence, my touch, the pain I give. She is blindfolded so except for what I do there is only sound in her world.

Other people enter the Dungeon. Most of them use floggers, the more experienced canes and kind of mini bullwhips. Yeah, should get one of these, I am sure Princess is more than ready for that kind of pain.
I use my hand.
Hard.
Using your hand makes it more personal.
Yeah, the flogger too of course, but that is to comfort Princess. Deep down I am a very rough guy and discovering how Princess enjoys that very much.

Suddenly other people whipping their partners surround me. Some of them are visibly inexperienced and I am afraid Princess is being hit accidentally so I decide to call it a day.

I pack my things, help Princess in her dress and then we sit on the empty bench in the Dungeon and observe the few other playing.

There is this man whom enters the Dungeon. He nods politely when he passes. The man has a stick albeit he is not disabled. (The Stick is a stupid and running gag between Princess and I and has no sexual connotation)

The bench is about 30 meters long and we are the only two sitting on it. The man sits down too, next to Princess. I estimate the space between his thigh and Princesses to be less than a foot.
Yeah.
From the corner of my eye I notice how he looks at Princess. My love is  well-trained. She keeps her eyes down. Princess trusts me.
I eyeball the guy and my unspoken words tell him that if he touches Princess he is going to leave the premises in a body bag.
He defies me, smiles, moves on the bench.
Fuck, did he just move an inch closer to Princess?
Okay man, you are on.
You won’t win but you can try.

“Let’s go to the bar”, I tell Princess.
She has no idea what is happening. Without her glasses she is rather lost.

We leave the Dungeon and find a place at the bar.
“Two white wines, please”, I say.

Seconds later the man is standing next to us, minding his own business.
Standing way to close to Princess though.
He has one eye on Princess’ inviting cleavage and one eye on me.
I am not intimidated at all.

The man is careless. Hell, he should have both eyes on me.
How exactly did the five point palm exploding heart technique in Kill Bill work again is all I can think of.

I will remember him fondly as his and my interaction aroused me beyond reason and gave me another unforgettable  first one.

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3 thoughts on “Back to the Dungeon – Part 1”

  1. I can tell you, that was very hot… Public play with like minded people is an amazing turn on- no pretentiousness, no bs… Just like minded individuals enjoying you and your sub-miss- perfect!

    -Tom Wolf

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