Thoughts – February 27, 2017

“Connection. For me, it is all about communicating with the rope. Making it an extension of my hands and my will. It is all about how you apply the rope and handle the person you tie. I love to see it give pleasure whether that be through sensuality or pain. That creates a very erotic feedback loop when it happens.”

Bruce Esinem, interview for Dominant Desires, November 2016

Not much is going on. I consider that to be a good thing.

These past two Saturday evenings we spend at the club. Past Saturday was about impact play and a hungry Princess took second helpings with a short break in between. The Saturday before was about tying and using the coconut rope. We did an intimate scene of Domination and submission using the rope. It is something I want to deepen more as I believe it offers so many new possibilities and ensures our growth in BDSM.

Lately we have been doing more rope and I made some photographs showing the result. I try to create nice looking fine art pictures but I know that in a year or maybe even sooner I’ll be looking back on the ties with a smile. That too would be a good thing as it proves evolution.

About a year ago I organized a private Shibari tuition at our home. It was a birthday gift for my Princess.
Albeit it was fun and the tutor very experienced, since then I forgot most of it. Too much information in one session and lack of time to exercise. They offer free training evenings in Antwerp. Dates are often incompatible with our agenda and there is the matter of very expensive parking fees near the city.

Today I am much more aware of what I want to achieve with rope. It is about Domination and fulfilling Princesses’ needs. About finding my voice, my signature.

Rope (bondage) is more a dance, a voyage than just having Princess dangling from my ceiling in some artsy combination of knots. It is about generating emotion and sharing intense moments.

Yet I want to grow, become better in the art of tying.
Wouldn’t it be great to be at the club and do a comprehensive and beautiful tie, even a suspension and present it, mainly for our own pleasure, as a little show?
It is great being able to master something but it is even greater to master it in a beautiful way. I am sure it will embellish Princesses beauty and grace even more.

I have been browsing YouTube in order to find intermediate Shibari tutorials that explain well and in a clear way with an eye for security. The human part, the connection is, for me, equally important.

There is quite some good and free stuff available. Often they lead to sites that offer online tuition for a (small) fee.

Most of these tutorials are very technical and often forget to address that human touch I am looking for. I want to get tips and tricks that enhance the emotions and reactions one can create with bondage. There is nothing wrong with these tutorials but that is not what I am looking for. I need an instructor who feels somewhat the same about rope as I do.

A few years ago, I got a two DVD Set called “Japanese Rope Bondage: Tying people, not parcels. Vols I & II“ and learned quite a lot. I found Bruce Esinem to be a very good tutor with lots of experience. In addition, he addresses the human aspect, the emotions and the reactions that go hand in hand with good rope bondage.

Yesterday I had a closer look at Esinem’s Shibari Classes and signed up for a few free classes. It is exactly what I am looking for. Each class is a collection of written information, in-depth tips and video footage. The fee includes personal 101 q&a.

I’ll be starting a series of classes but I haven’t made up my mind yet which one(s) to choose.

Then Princess and I will be using as much of our free time together as possible to learn and exercise. Creating photographs is our second goal and equally fun to do as it is an “art” project we are doing as a couple. Princess enjoys not only to be tied up but the modelling part in front of the camera is something she also likes. It is incredible, lovely and fascinating to see how Princess changes in front of my camera.

Meanwhile I made up my mind and have chosen the Suspension Techniques Level I class. It includes

  • Essential foundations of suspension
  • Basic suspension techniques with lots of material to read like beginner’s errors, coping with emergencies and much more. There is also a 45’ minute video tutorial
  • Hip harness suspension and 65’ worth of video
  • Vital skills, different suspensions, quick releases and a 53’ tutorial
  • Another hip harness by Nina Russ
  • A 2 & 3 rope TK with 28’ worth of video

I’m getting all this for 50 Euro a month. If Princess and I don’t waste our time maybe I’ll be moving to even more advanced tutorials soon.

DISCLAIMER
I am not affiliated in any way with ESINEM and I am simply a paying customer who decided to buy his services.
In the past I bought the Semenawa rope, a Shibari ring and other stuff from Esinem’s site.  A delivery  error was treated swiftly and correctly, no questions asked.

Semenawa rope chest-harness – Detail

More rope bondage

Tuesday, February 21.

I planned a new rope session and have quite some ideas how to tie Princess in order to pleasure her and to create some powerful images.

Unfortunately I am tired, slept badly for the past two nights. A dispute between a colleague and me past Monday. His everlasting tsunami of negative remarks about everything, about me, about a sick co-worker, it was too much and I left work that evening extremely stressed.

So now Princess is here and she is worked up somewhat too. We talk, drink some wine.

Then we play but I can’t get the simplest tie right. All the ideas I had, every pose I envisioned, nothing works. My fingers don’t follow what I have in mind. The rope and Princess don’t connect. I don’t connect with Princess either.

So I drop the idea of making photos. Maybe I am trying to hard. Hell, I simply need to tie, to pleasure Princess, myself and connect with her.

I grab my Semenawa rope. Semenawa ropes are for sadistic sessions. Here the desired qualities are quite the opposite to the usual Shibari rope criteria. Fibres such as palm hemp and coconut are chosen specifically because they are scratchy, prickly and generally uncomfortable…especially in sensitive areas.

Now we are going places. I love this rope. Princess senses it too, we connect, Domination and submission dynamics settle in.

Soon Princess in completely under the influence of my movements, the way I tie, the coarse rope scratching her skin.

Then it is there, a new image.  I grab my camera and document the moment.

Princess is exhausted, I am tired. We call it a day. Soon we are cuddling up in our bed. We are ready to travel through yet another night.

Semenawa rope chest-harness

Valentine’s Evening

Princess and I enjoyed our Valentine’s evening. We exchanged cards, I had written a poem and there were small gifts. The poem I wrote is a very personal one and an exclusive gift for my love so I will not be sharing it.

Dinner was great, Princess enjoyed my cooking skills and then we cut the delicious cake Princess had brought with her.

We drank some wine, talked, held hands.

Delicious cake

After dinner we played. I tied Princess up with the bristly Semenawa rope, made some photographs.

It is strange when Princess feels this rope, made fibres such as palm hemp and coconut, she desires a flogging too.

For the first time in almost 2 months, I gave Princess a fierce spanking. Indeed, Princess is okay again, her hip problems long forgotten.

Then we went to bed and made love. Then we started over again.
Finally, we turned out the lights.
We spooned, Princess and I, and in this safe haven of love, we slept extremely well.

PS
These past few weeks, maybe even months, I have been experiencing with this site, with my blog. Most of it I have been able to solve. At this moment, there is no like-button. What I find even worse is that I have lost all email-subscriptions.
I have to start from scratch again so if you wish to keep informed about future posts, please subscribe.  March 10, 2017 –  solution found.

Semenawa rope chest-harness

 

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donned his clothes,
And dupped the chamber door.
Let in the maid, that out a maid
  Never departed more.
                                                                       Hamlet, Act 4 scene 5

I am going to have a hard time making that last phrase happen as someone beat me to it a few decades ago already.

Never mind that small detail; I have something else in store for Princess.

Image copyright 15gram.be an excellent cooking site with tons of information. Written in Dutch.

Tomorrow I will be cooking dinner for is both using fresh ingredients.
On the menu broccoli soup, smoked pork tenderloin with green asparagus rolled in bacon served some pasta and pesto.
I’m thinking a Merlot will be a perfect companion.

The soup is a recipe I picked up from one of Gordon Ramsay’s TV-shows.

D/s, impact play, rope and wax play will be the perfect dessert.

Princess, I and Princess, I and The Stranger meet again – Part Two – Threesome

I cuffed Princess and took her to the bedroom. Laid her on the bed and blindfolded her.
Then went back to the living room where The Stranger was still trying to coil rope.
“Come,” I said.
He knew what was going to happen next.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And so does Princess?”
“Yes we are both sure. Come.”
The Stranger followed me to the bedroom.

“Put on a rubber,” I told him and gave him the box, “and don’t let us wait.”
I dropped my boxer short and got on the bed.
While The Stranger was fumbling nervously with the condom I grabbed Princess by her ankles and spread-eagled her. Except for the garter belt, the stockings, the leather cuffs, her collar and the blindfold she was naked.
Then with roughness I pulled her towards me and mounted her. This was not about making love but about enjoying a good and memorable fuck.

For me it was about being a voyeur sitting on the front row in the best seat available. For Princess about being used, broadening her horizon. Of course it was not limited to these reasons only.
The Stranger got on the bed too. I quickly looked at his dick to make sure protection was in place.
Then I pulled back, laid next to Princess, pushed her legs even wider open with my foot.
Invited him in.

He pushed his cock against her while Princess lifted her hips. Watching him slide his cock deep in the woman I love beyond reason, noticing how Princesses’ legs clenched around his hips and seeing her breasts dance on the pace of his relentless trusts was maddening.
I kept my hand on her cheek, caressed her head while kissing her, making sure she knew I was very close.
“Off,” I growled.
He pulled back, I slid in.
After a few hard trusts we switched.
We went on and on while Princess was fighting against an orgasm.

The Stranger mounted her again. I pulled her blindfold of Princesses’ face and we watched each other.
“Cum for me,” I whispered.
I watched her cum, her beautiful eyes closed, then opened again. A long sigh, a scream and then she came. Her gaze changed as if she had witnessed, for a millisecond, heaven.

Oh boy, it was so intense. There is no way I can begin to describe how it felt.
We went on and on. Fucked Princess in turn. Hard. No mercy. Just banging her. Using Princess. Fucking Princess.

The Slave surprised me when he asked me, non-verbal, to do it doggy style.

I freed Princess from her cuffs and ordered her to turn around.

Soon she was looking at me, her ass high up, The Stranger’s hands firmly holding her hips and then grabbing her butt while trusting like a madman.

From my point of view this was the hottest thing I’ve even seen. Princess had become a total slut, enjoyed the hard fuck and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of her, her look filled with pleasure and hotness.
Just before she came again she whispered ‘I love you.’
I know, Princess, I really know and I would die for you.
While The Stranger fucked my love from behind I made Princess suck me. Afterwards she told me that was even hotter than being fucked by two men. Servicing two men at the same time was an intense experience.
Once again we switched. I fucked Princess while Princess sucked The Stranger’s cock.

This was sex and pleasure and enjoyment at its purest. The culmination of a year of preparation. The ultimate proof of trust. Or love. Or both. Whatever.
It was absolutely heaven, maddening, hot and so much more. And so beautiful on sop many levels, both spiritual as physical.
I had been playing and topping The Stranger. I had been playing with Princess and then engaged in a threesome.
Slowly it started to take its toll. I felt myself sliding into another mindset where watching and enjoying prevailed over everything else. I could not get hard anymore. I did not care. I was getting so much out of this and so did Princess.
“Milord, don’t you think The Stranger should be rewarded with a release?”
Princess was damn right. What a host was I to expect The Stranger not to enjoy an orgasm while Princess had almost drowned in her own orgasms?
“You can come, slave,” I said. “Fuck her doggy style and let yourself go.”
“On your knees, Princess and let my slave cum.”
I played with myself while I held Princess with my other arm.
I watched his fingers buried deep in her hips. I drowned in Princesses’ eyes filled with lust.

He fucked Princess as if it was the last thing he’d ever do.
The Stranger found my eyes when he whispered he was going to cum.
His face changed, his jaw clenched. The Stranger threw his head backward and screamed against the ceiling, against god while he ejaculated deep in Princesses’ belly.
She came too, heavily panting and a smile on her face as if she had seen god himself.
The Stranger pulled back. The tip of his rubber filled with his sperm.
Princess fell into my arms.
We kissed.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
She smiled.
Then it was over.
We lay there for about twenty minutes.
The three of us.

Then I made clear he had to go.
We said goodbye.
I closed the door.
We were alone again, Princess and I.
I fucked her.
Over and over.
Made her mine again.

Princess is mine.
And I am Princesses’.
When I turned the lights out Princess was already asleep.
The poor thing was exhausted.
It had been a maddening, unique and intense experience.
I held Princess in my arms while I too skidded into the oblivion of sleep.
While I whispered how much I loved her.

Maybe next time…

 

Princess, I and The Stranger meet again – Part One

Saturday, February 4.

Finally we were to meet again for a much anticipated play-evening at my place.

Most of the afternoon I spend getting everything ready. Then, at 7 pm, I picked up Princess at her place.

I asked Princess to put on her black stockings with the red top and backseam. A garter belt of course and a sexy yet very cheap black thong.

“No bra, Milord?”
“Not really, but I’ll make you a breast harness with the Semenawa rope.”
“Oh boy,” she sighed.

Princess loves the harsh rope on her skin and I made sure it was a tight bondage. I left her arms free.
When I grabbed her breasts and moved and massaged them gently Princess could feel the intensity of the rope.
I’ll be using this rope more in the future because it brings Princess in a particular head space and creates a feeling of helplessness.

Then The Stranger arrived. He had brought a little something for Princesses’ birthday. Very thoughtful.

We drank some wine, talked and then he showed me his slave hood he had bought on a well know Chinese site.

It was from imitation leather, well finished and seemingly high quality too. A gag-ball in the form of a small penis could be stuck in the mouth-opening. The opening for the eyes could also be covered. No opening at the nose so air needed to be sucked in via the mouth opening. How on earth somebody could breathe with the gag ball in place puzzled me very much.
The Stranger told me he had already put it on once but it became quickly very hot in there.

It was time to play.
The only restriction I gave Princess and The Stranger was that they were not allowed to cum without my permission.

Then I ordered The Stranger to strip, allowing him to keep his boxer shorts on. While he undressed Princess and I watched.

I did a first rope session, a reverse box tie, and then I put on his slave hood and made some photographs.

Then I undid the bondage and tied a normal box tie. Made some photographs again. I guess we were 20 minutes in the scene. Suddenly The Stranger, sitting on his knees started swinging back and forth.
“I don’t feel well,” he muttered.
I undid him from his hood as quick as I could. I’m sure he would have fainted otherwise.

The slave in color

He was sweating very hard so I dipped his face with some tissue paper. Gave him water to drink.
“I think this slave mask is not such a good idea,” he smiled.

I gave The Stranger some time to recover.

Then we continued the scene.
I made him stand up, still tied in a box tie. Now The Stranger was wearing a simple blindfold.

There was this enormous bulge in his boxer short.
I sat next to Princess on the couch and sipping some wine.
“Be a good girl and help him out of his undies,” I told her.
She stood up.
“Do it sexy, Princess. Pleasure my eyes.”

I loved watching Princess being sexy, letting her hands dance over his skin and then slowly pulling down his boxer short.

She came back and sat down next to me.
“You did well, Princess”, I said and got up.

I held his cock in my fist for a while, moving my hand up and down in a very slow pace. His cock felt warm and surprisingly soft. The Stranger is very well hung and even if I know that size does not matter I felt a little intimidated.

I grabbed some 3mm (3/32”) rope and weaved a cock cage. Halfway I stopped to make eye-contact with Princess. She was lying leisurely on the couch and masturbating while she watched me play with his cock and rope.

“Take a rubber, Princess and bring it to me.”
I ripped the package open and slid the rubber over his hard cock.

“On your knees, Princess. I want you to suck my slave.”

Princess got on her knees and started sucking him as if her life depended on it. Then I dropped my pants and soon Princess was serving us both.

“Only him now,” I growled and pulled up my pants again.
Got on my knees and helped Princess. This is really as far as I would go with a man. Strange because licking his nipples or kissing would be a bridge too far already.

I stopped the scene when The Stranger was on the brink of an orgasm.

We took five, while I untied him. Gave him attention and care and then I did an extensive bondage on Princess.

February 4, 2017
Preparing a play-evening at our place

With my knife I cut away her panty and while I tortured her breasts with clothes pins and then with hot wax The Stranger used the fuck stick on Princess. I gave him the vibrator to and soon Princess was fighting an orgasm.

I kissed Princess and made sure she knew I was close and near.
“Give me an orgasm,” I whispered.
It was an intense release.

“Thank you Milord,” Princess sighed.

I looked at my slave, The Stranger, pointed to my tongue and then to her pussy and made him clear I wanted him to lick Princess.

With much enthusiasm The Stranger went down on Princess and then, after a short while, I took his place and then we swapped again and we did so until the love of my life came again.

We had been playing for almost 2 hours and a half.

My slave and Princess both seemed happy, content and satisfied and hungry for what was to follow.

I untied Princess, held her close, felt her hear beating as mad.
Kissed her.

“Are you ready for what we have been talking about?” I whispered.
“Yes, I am, Milord.”
“Sure?” I insisted.
“Yes, I am very sure. I want to experience and share this with you.”

“Okay. Be a good girl now and coil the rope.”

I went to our bedroom. Lit the candles. Made sure there was plenty of kitchen roll and condoms.
Adjusted the lights.

February 4, 2017
Preparing a play-evening at our place

Back in the living room Princess chuckled The Stranger had given her an assignment by proposing to coil the rope while I was off to the bedroom. Later she told me he sucked at it but simply wanted to do something useful.

I cuffed Princess and took her to the bedroom. Laid her on the bed and blindfolded her.

Then went back to the living room where The Stranger was still trying to coil rope.

“Come,” I said.
He knew what was going to happen next.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes.”

“And so does Princess?”
“Yes we are both sure. Come.”

He followed me to the bedroom.

Oh boy. This was going to be a first one. Not only for Princess but for us as a couple.

To be continued

The slave in black & white

 

Thoughts – February 3, 2017

Past Tuesday we played, Princess and I. We had invited The Stranger but that Tuesday, early morning, he mailed me he would not be able to come. No pun intended.

We don’t  need a third man/woman really. Princess and I can go on and on and then even some more. Yet having an extra does add quite some spice to a scene.

Thursday we went to a public sauna and enjoyed a Turkish steam bath, some swimming, pouring sessions, jacuzzi and so on. After that we drove back home and I made love to Princess. It was amazing. It was intense. We made love and became One. We always do.

Afterward we talked about sexy stuff. About inviting The Stranger this Saturday. Princess liked the idea.
“Maybe we could end the evening with a threesome,” I suggested.

Princess smiled.
“You would be tied but open for being used by us.”
Princess liked the idea. She liked the idea very much. Being used, feeling like being used is a huge turn-on for Princess.

“I have this fantasy,” she whispered, hesitantly, “something I’ve been dreaming about, fantasizing about for so long.”

I held Princess close to me, my arms wrapped around her delicious body. Made sure she felt safe.

“Tell me,” I said, my voice coarse. I knew already what Princess was going to say.

After she told me I smiled. I liked the idea. Hell, I loved it. Princess and I are so compatible. It is something I also would love to experience.

“You know we’ll have to do it twice,” I whispered.
“How so, Milord?”
I told her why and she chuckled.
She knew I was right.
Princess loved the idea.

Oh boy, Princess and I are kinky perverts.

Anyway, tomorrow evening The Stranger will come to our place and I hope he won’t come to soon.

Semenawa rope – First try

Tuesday, January 31

We did mainly rope-play and for the first time in many months I did a full suspension.

Very quickly Princess started to feel uncomfortable so I broke the session off.
To be honest I don’t like to do a full suspension. I know it looks great on a picture and they tend to be more popular on Fetlife and all. There is nothing wrong with that.

When I do a full suspension I don’t feel as connected with Princess as during simple rope play. I am worried, stressed about her safety. And even if I know what I am doing, there is so much that can go wrong.
Princess is not completely the same each and every day. She can take a lot but yesterday she got dizzy quite fast and feared she was going to faint.
Then Princess has also an issue with her joints so I have to take great care every time I do a full suspension.

So I prefer just intense rope play or a good floor suspension. Not only is it safer but I find it much more erotic, satisfying and pleasurable.

This kind of rope-play is artistic, full suspension can be too, it satisfies my skills and I am less distracted by the technicalities that come in play when you do a full suspension.
Here I can concentrate on pleasuring Princess, being close and very connected with her.
I see it as a very sensual dance. It can be slow or quick, the music is made by the rope and my movements and touches.
I can dominate Princess, I can push every mental button.
Doing rope this way is, for me, for us, an intense way of making love. A mating ritual if you will.
We feel so close when we do rope. It can be loving, painful, sexy, sadistic of a mix.
Very often I also add wax-play during a rope session.

When we do rope at the club, Princess wears a short kimono or a (very cheap) black T-shirt and (very cheap) panties.

When she is completely bound, I love to slowly pull the kimono open in order to show her goodies. It is a part of the scene and it makes her pleasure even intenser.

When Princess wears a T-shirt I cut it open with the knife I have been teasing her with, tearing it and then I do the same with her panty, I cut it, making a little show out of the action.

So for me rope is about tying, about mind-play, being close and not being bothered by a zillion safety measures. Mind you, I always take great care even with simple bondage, checking regularly with Princess if everything is still okay. In the end she is the one that knows best when it comes to her well-being.

I also introduced the Semenawa rope. It is nasty, scratchy coconut fiber rope and very rustic. It is surprisingly light and only suitable for sadistic floor-work only!

As I wasn’t sure if Princess would like it I bought only one length  (8 m) but now I have ordered 3 more.

Princess loved the touch and the sensation the Semenawa rope gives. She loved the scratchiness and enjoyed being tied tightly with this rope.
Princess imagined wearing a rope-corset made out if this rope. Every movement would then remind her of the coarse texture of the rope.

I’m thinking we are going to have quite some fun with this rope.

Semenawa rope