I’ll have Princess with me. Collared and on a leash.
I’ll have Princess with me. Collared and on a leash.
Saturday, November 2017.
It had been a while since our last visit to PDN.
We arrived in the early evening, after the fabulous feet & high heels afternoon.
It was so great to be there again. The owners greeted us with a big and happy smile. G & M are kind, great, and generous people.
Sid, The Stranger 2, was there too. I was glad to see him as I knew he had gone through some rough times. I listened while he told me about those difficult weeks.
Paul and Mary, a swingers couple connecting with BDSM, said hi and with them too we chitchatted.
We met new people from the foot lovers scene. Princess was very interested and wanted to know everything about it.
All I know is that I used to give a foot massage to Big A. and she loved it. Yeah I know, it is another setting entirely.
It made me think though, about including some foot loving stuff in our scenes.
Princess and I watched Marcus doing a beautiful bondage. We hadn’t seen him in ages and it is always interesting to see him work with rope.
It was cosy and fun and there were many people and they were playing or watching and enjoying themselves.
So did we, Princess and I.
I tied Princess to a bench and gave her a good and intense spanking. Used a cane mainly. And clothespins. And mind play.
We spend some more time enjoying being at PDN. We talked with Steven.
Frank and Nancy were there too. Princess talked quite a while with Nancy while Frank introduced me to Marcus.
It was that time of the month so we didn’t make it late. Princess felt tired and I knew she hadn’t slept well these past few days. She is also more emotional.
When we left I felt touched. People waved at us, yelling stuff like have a safe trip home and see ya soon and so on.
On our way home I told Princess, not for the first time, how I tought about PDN as my, well, our favourite place. I told her I felt at home there, safe and surrounded by kind and fantastic people.
“I feel the same way,” Princess smiled.
I grabbed her hand and for a while I steered with one hand.
Outside it was dark and there were stars but no moon.
At home we made love and then fell asleep.
Life is simple and beautiful with Princess.
With Princess I am complete and so very happy.
I have never loved so true and so deep and so much.
Princess redefined the word love for me.
It is truly an amazing experience.
Thank you, my Love.
Yesterday it dawned on me I had forgotten a detail in my account of the swingers club visit.
An important detail as a matter of fact. We haven’t turned into swingers overnight. Princess and I are still hard-core BDSM lovers.
Back home from the club I made love to Princess. It was very intense, caring and loving but also hard and rough. The way Princess and I like it.
We had to take 5. We needed to catch our breath.
Princess and I kissed, our hearts pounding as mad.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Milord?” Princess sighed.
I hadn’t a clue and told her so.
“Maybe you should punish me. Haven’t I been a very bad girl?” she smiled.
This one of the many reasons why I am so much in love with Princess. She has it all. Princess is pure and perfect.
I knew what Princess wanted. I got out of bed and grabbed my cane.
“Turn around, on your belly,” I growled.
I started with some teasing and a few gentle blows.
“You have been a very bad and dirty girl, fucking around like that,” I told her, increasing the impact of the blows. I made sure I hit her on the same spot over and over. Then I moved half an inch and started again.
Soon Princesses’ delicious behind was deep red. She looked at me with a deep smile, eyes half open. For the zillionth time this evening Princess was enjoying deep sub-space.
I called it a night and covered Princesses’ naked body. Gently I kissed her neck and shoulder blades.
Princess moaned and was asleep before I killed the lights.
Our first visit to a swingers club left Princess and I with a jumble of sensations and stimuli.
I needed a few days to separate all my impressions and put them in order.
So did Princess.
Princess told me she enjoyed herself so much it had staggered her.
It came as no surprise to me.
The many mind-fucks, finally leading to The Stranger(s) and the threesomes, revealed Princesses’ dark fantasies about being used.
With a few threesomes at our place, a safe and controllable environment, I gave Princesses’ desires a manageable shape.
I discovered that watching Princess having sex with another man is a hot and mind blowing experience. Simply organizing such an event makes me very horny already.
Furthermore it brings us even closer and deepens in some crazy way the intense connection we already have. I don’t feel jealous or threatened.
Seeing how Princess enjoys being fucked and used convinced me to explore this more in-depth.
Princess told me she was feeling so sexy, desired, and horny she could have fucked the whole club that evening.
The first man that evening alternated licking and fucking. I remember him asking at a certain point what she wanted most: licking or more fucking.
“More fucking,” she whispered barely audible.
While he started thrusting again, Princess found my eyes.
“I love you, Milord,” she sighed smiling, and sank her teeth deep in my shoulder.
She floated in what seemed like a continuous state of sub-space.
Princess told me she had been looking forward visiting a swingers club for some time. She added the experience had been overwhelming. It had astonished her how much she had enjoyed it. How she had learned something unexpected about herself.
Princess added she wanted to repeat the experience.
For me visiting a swingers club had been on my wish list for a few decades.
Sharing this with Princess was an honor.
The experience exceeded my fantasy. I enjoyed every bit of it.
Presenting Princess to another man as a fuck toy made me so horny it drove me almost crazy. The power of being able to do that gave me indescribable pleasure.
Watching Princess being fucked maddening.
I felt self-confident.
Turning Princess into a fuck slut, an ongoing process, extremely satisfying.
Seeing how men reacted to Princess, with distinct lust, made me very proud of the love of my life.
Princess and I felt like ducks to water.
On the negative side I found the dim light took some of my visual pleasures away.
On our way back home the longing to make love to Princess was painfully unbearable. The thought of making love to Princess, with the smell and taste of sex all over her, maddening to an extent my brain felt like exploding.
This adventure brought us closer than anybody can be. The level of trust between us even more absolute. I don’t think one can do something like that and not trust each other.
My love for Princess has deepened even more. Our bond now exceedingly unbreakable.
It was a totally positive experience for the both of us and it left us hungry for more.
I kissed Princess while he came.
Back at the bar we ordered new drinks. Went to the small movie theater. On the silver screen a happy looking rastaman was fucking a big breasted woman. She had a lot of dark pubic hair and we both found it rather erotic.
“Oh yes,” he stuttered, completely taken off guard.
It was not as intense as with the ass-fingering guy but it were good ones she told me afterwards.
It was almost midnight. There was the loud music. The disco ball. People having fun.
“Let’s go home, ” I told Princess. “I am longing for you. I want to make love to you. I want to make you mine again.”
They projected old porn flicks. Hairy cocks and pussies and natural looking women. Blacks with huge cocks.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Day 10 of not having central heating. Every day it is a little more colder in my apartment. There are worse things in life though. I could be living in a cardboard box under a bridge. Live on the streets.
Princess and I have moved to more intimate playing. I start with a tight binding. Princess is naked before we start or I pull away fabric when she is tied up.
Then I give Princess pain on different levels. I do use a cane quite a lot lately. I mix it with clothespins, candle wax, and scratching like with forks.
Sometimes I alternate with more pleasurable stimuli.
Most of the time I don’t.
It is about pushing Princesses’ boundaries. She enjoys the soothing and warm bubble that deep subspace can be.
It is too chilly in the living-room to play comfortably. The bedroom to small.
So this evening Princess and I are going out.
Princess lets me organize evenings. She likes me to guide and surprise her.
There is a workshop at our favorite BDSM club, PDN. It is about working with leather and rubber. Interesting, I am sure, but not for us. I want to take Princess to something new and, if possible, completely different.
We have been talking about visiting another BDSM club nearby. We’ll be checking out that place soon.
Not tonight though.
Princess and I have been talking for ages about visiting a swingers club.
Princess has some very distinct fantasies. Me picking a random guy for her for example.
I share her fantasies.
I love watching Princess having sex with another man.
It drives me wild. In a swingers club she can have even sex with a few men.
Princess knows I’d love to turn her into a hot fuckslut and she likes the idea, I’m sure.
The thing that has been holding me back is the fact that I have no desire having sex with a woman other than Princess.
Princess is sure that I’ll think different when we are there. She also told me she has no problem me fucking another woman.
There is a moment though when one has talked enough. When it is time to take real action. When the tough get going.
This evening, Saturday, November 11, I am taking Princess to a swingers club. It will be my first one and for us, as a couple, a first one also.
In an ideal world we’d love to combine BDSM and swinging. The club we are visiting this evening has a monthly event doing just that. But that’s on a Friday evening and thus not that easy to organize for us.
I am sure Princess and I are going to enjoy our very first evening in a swingers club.
I am looking forward to it.
So does Princess.
I’ve been without central heating since November 1, a holiday in many countries.
My landlord had trouble finding someone who was not on vacation or free so it took a while.
Yesterday a repairman came by. He told me the boiler was beyond repair. Old and wearied out. Obviously my landlord told the guy to replace the boiler.
I’m hoping it will happen sometime next week.
I have a small electric heater and it is more than enough for our bedroom.
It does not heat our living room though. Every evening I light like a zillion tea lights.
Despite good insulation it is getting colder in my apartment. These past two nights temperatures outside went a little under 0°C (32°F) already.
Combining the heater and tea lights isn’t enough anymore for my large living room. In the evenings it is rather chilly. After diner I move to the bedroom where the small heater is at its best. It vaguely reminds me of that scene in The Day After Tomorrow where they bunker themselves in that room with the open fire.
Little A. isn’t staying with me this weekend so that is a good thing.
I can read, surf, and see films in the bedroom if it is too cold in the living room.
It does not bother me though. There are far worse things.
I like to think of what Confucius once said: “I complained about not having shoes until I met someone who had no feet.”
Playing at home is not an option. It isn’t comfortable enough.
So for Saturday evening I planned an evening out with Princess.
We are going to a club we haven’t visited before.
It is a 40 minute drive.
It might be a BDSM club or it might be our very first visit to a swingers club.
It’s a surprise for Princess.