Sometimes shit happens

Saturday, December 9.
For this evening I had planned a play evening with Princess at The Stranger’s place. He and I had exchanged ideas by mail.

The scenario I had created was scorching hot. Princess would be dominated and used. Spanking, rope, cock sucking, crawling, begging, fucking and finally a threesome. The works.

This morning I packed my bag with a few floggers, the fuck stick, a few vibrators, some rope and rubbers. Of course I did not forget Princesses’ red kneeling cushion, collar, and leash.

Then I texted The Stranger asking if 21:00 would be okay. In fact I hadn’t heard from him since Monday when I mailed him instructions. He had answered me he hardly could wait.

Half an hour later The Stranger texted me back. He could not receive us because past night he suddenly had become ill. He told me he was very sorry but we could meet on another weekend.

It would have been our fifth play evening.
Sure, shit does happen.
Yet I was almost certain this would happen. It was not the first time he cancelled a play evening on a last-minute notice.

I needed to reschedule and texted Princess a few options. 
We both felt very unhappy as we were really looking forward for some hot action.

This evening I am taking Princess to a sauna we visit quite often.
Yet I would have loved going to a swingers club. For some reason though I did not put in my list of proposals for Princess.
I don’t know why and now I’m kind of regretting it.

Ah well, sauna is great too.

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3 thoughts on “Sometimes shit happens”

  1. When you prepare for something as you did, it’s a mental and emotional commitment. It’s a ‘thing’. Your instinct stepped in and told you he’d bolt. Personally, I’d worry about him. I think something is ‘off.’. Thank you for sharing. xx

    1. Hi Maggie, I know he is very shy when not at home. I believe he suffers from performance anxiety and I’m not talking sex here. We got to know him as a submissive man and recently he asked me to help him discover his “Domly” side he is sure he has. That was what our evening was about, giving him an opportunity to be also in control.
      He is a nice guy and I like him. But we are not friends per se. Sure, I’ll give him another chance.

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