Category Archives: D/s and BDSM

Thoughts – January 19, 2018

Recently the guy I selected to become The Stranger 3 wrote me a mail informing me politely he was not interested anymore.  His lack of experience with BDSM and threesomes was the cause for his concern.
I respect his decision and I’m still following him on Fet.

Princess and I have a playdate with The Stranger 1 on February 13 at his place. The Stranger wants to discover and explore his Dominant side. I’ll make sure the scenario will offer him enough opportunities to do just that.

The Stranger 1 also expressed his wish to accompany us to Club 78. That’s great.
On our very first date with The Stranger 1, over a year ago, we took him to PDN. He enjoyed the visit but he was too shy and insecure to play with us in public.

In Club 78 we can move to the Upper Floor and play in a more private setting.

I’m happy with The Stranger 1. We don’t meet often and that is okay for the three of us. But he makes himself gladly available when Princess and I want to play.
He’s single so this could change over time. On the other hand, I know he would love to meet somebody in the lifestyle. So who knows, maybe one day we’ll be 4 playing together.

This time it was Princess who asked me to set up a playdate with The Stranger 1. I’m perfectly okay with that and it does not make me feel insecure or threatened in any way. Besides, when we visit a swingers club it mostly is because Princess proposed it. After all, as she is the active player, I prefer going when Princess really hot and good.

At the moment I’m working very hard on a collection of eBooks based upon our blog.

I self-published “Princess and I, The Early Years” less than a year ago. The free e-book has been download 141 times already.

It is quite some work so maybe I’ll charge like 0,99$ or so, I’m not sure yet.

Tomorrow in the early evening my Ex invited both our daughters and me at her place. It about my Ex moving. This will/could mean Little A., soon to be 18, will be living almost full time with me during the remainder of her studies. That would be quite nice.

This will have a huge impact on me as I’ve been living alone for the past 11 years. Well except for the 2 weekends a month and the half of the school holidays. My daughter and I will surely have to adapt.

Another very important impact and probably the most important will be the lack of privacy at my place for Princess and me to play.

I have come up with a few possible solutions. But for now, the meeting hasn’t happened yet so I have no idea what will be discussed.
More on this topic in later posts.

Clothespins.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Photo & setup: Me

Club78 – Such a Night  

We arrived early, Princess and I and had to wait until the doors opened.

Eager we were, Princess and I. Pleasure, love, SM. Being amidst kindred spirits.

My bag weighed like a zillion tons. Rope, whips, candles, fleeces, clothes pins, carabineers…

Portrait of Princess.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Photo & setup: Me

At the bar we had a few drinks. Then we went to the Upper Floor. It is a collection of rooms on the first floor. A confessional chair, a “hospital room”, a gynaecological chair, cells…

I locked Princess in on of the cells while I prepared the room I had chosen.

Then I grabbed her. Pushed her on her knees. Tied a box-tie. Used rope to attach her ankles to the base of the St Andreas cross.

I played with clothespins. Then did another tie. Princess loves rope. And I love to tie her up. I moved to some intense whipping with my new toy, a horsetail’s flogger. It stings, it hurts, it bites. The flogger gives quite a lot of sensations. I know, Princess whipped with it the next morning.

TK or boxtie.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Photo & setup: Me

There were other people playing on the Upper Floor. A young dude with two cat-looking girls. Lucky bastard.

I noticed an elderly man whom regularly came watching while he masturbated. I don’t care as long as he does not ejaculates near us.

It was an intense SM-play I did with Princess.
Pain. Suffering. Love. Pain. and more love.

We played for over 2 hours, Princess and I.

Before we went back to the bar Princess sat down on the gynaecological chair.

Wow. Hot.

I could imagine us being at a swingers club. So many possibilities.

But we weren’t.
So I slid her panty to one side and started licking Princess.

The masturbating guy showed up again and played with his cock near Princesses face.

Princess orgasmed and then we went back to the bar.

I do understand that when you accept single men to your club some of them can become a nuisance.

Princess and I thrive on those men when we are at a swingers club but in a BDSM-scene I don’t like that kind of attention.

Shortly before midnight we left, Princess and I.
We had a great evening.

Back home we made love and then we slept well.

This morning we made love again while we fantasized about The Stranger, about us, about swinger stuff.

Wax Play.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Photo & setup: Me

To Needle Play Or Not

Tuesday, January 9.

Not so long ago Princess experienced her first needle session. She liked it but still has mixed feelings about it. Read about it HERE

Princess arrives early, it is 7 pm. She is eager to be here. It is our play evening.

We talk, enjoy a glass of cava.
Then some floor suspension.

Then aftercare before I change the setting. I make sure Princess notices the flask with rubbing alcohol. The presence of latex gloves puzzles her.

I tie Princess spread-eagled in the centre of our living room. I make sure her movements are very restricted.
Before I blindfold Princess I ask her for her safe word.

“Do you trust me, Princess?” I ask.
“Yes Milord, I do.”
“What is your safe-word?”
“Red.”
“No heroics, do you understand? ”
“Promise, Milord.”

I open the flask with rubbing alcohol and move it quickly in front of her face so Princess knows what I’m going to use.

I use a cotton pad to rub the alcohol on her lower belly.

I grin when I notice how her body becomes very rigid. I’m sure Princess knows what is going to happen. I can imagine her trust is battling with anger.
Needle play is something she did not agree on.

The first one goes in quite easily. It hurts for a second but then Princess is okay. When I push the second pin against her skin she becomes even more tense. But then it goes in and I ask if she is okay.
“Yes I am, Milord,” she says.
“Do you feel something already?”
“Yes, it feels… good.”

“I’m going to cross the two other needles,” I warn her.
Her body is even more rigid. I can imagine she is thinking about saying red. What I am doing is okay enough for not going that far.

Two more go in her skin.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes Milord.”

“Great, 4 more then?”

I notice how she relaxes and the 4 other needles go in easy. Well, except one because I’m nervous for my first time doing needle play and one sticks more vertically.
“I’m sorry,” I say, and reposition the needle.

“Done,” I tell Princess while I gently push on the needles.
“Are you feeling something already?” I ask again.
“Oh yes,” she sighs, “it feels great.”

After a short while I pull out the needles.
Use other cotton pads to disinfect. I make sure she smells the rubbing alcohol. Tell her about the drops of blood. Use new cotton pads, more rubbing alcohol. Cover Princess with a fleece.

Then I pull back the fleece and seconds later I cover Princesses’ body with hot candle wax.

She enjoys the experience but, later, tells me it puzzled her I dropped wax on her needle wounds.

Later I clean her up using a sharp knife to remove the wax.
Once again I cover the love of my life with a fleece.
I let her remove the blindfold.

Immediately she sits up to look at her belly.
I smile.

Princess looks at me, astonished, flabbergasted. There are no puncture wounds.

“I mind-fucked you, Princess,” I tell her. “I kept the cotton pads in the freezer. You saw the  rubbing alcohol and the latex gloves. Cold cotton on your skin, the effect of rubbing alcohol. Wooden toothpicks did the rest.”

Princess was convinced I used real needles on her. It was about giving just enough information to make her belief. To make her think that… A few well-chosen words as mind play did the rest.

Princess smiled. The make belief was perfect. The preparation, my nervousness, me being a little clumsy. Her anger because I did something we had not agreed upon.

Two things gave me somewhat away. Princess did find her lower belly to be an odd place for needle-play. It was one of the few places where I could have my toothpicks lay on her skin without rolling away. Also she found it pretty irresponsible of me dropping hot candle wax on fresh puncture wounds.

We had a ball and mind-fucking is such a pleasant way of playing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A new play collar and a new dress

A while ago I promised Princess I’d get her a very sexy corset. Yesterday Princess and I went shopping.
 
It turned out the beautiful sexy corset didn’t suit Princess very well. She liked it but it did not make her feel sexy or seductive.
 
So we browsed through the shelves of this little Fetish clothing shop in my home town.
Princess selected quite some dresses to try but none of them made her feel special.
 
Just as we were leaving she noticed this shelve we had missed.
 
“What about this?” she asked.
It was a short dress in a rather thick rubbery material. I recognized it as being neoprene.
“Try it on,” I told Princess.
“Have you seen the price?”
I had. It was about what I had in mind for the corset.
“Go, try it on,” I said leading Princess to the fitting room.
I sat on the wooden bench and watched her undress. Princess is a beautiful woman.
 
The she slid in the neoprene dress. I zipped her up and then Princess turned around.
 
Oh boy, what I saw took my breath away.
Wow.
The dress fitted Princess as a tight glove, emphasising the beauty of her body.
It did not cover her breasts though. It made them very present and gorgeous. The construction of the shoulder-straps gave them support and accentuated them.
 
Princess too liked the dress. It fitted like a second skin.
I could not keep my eyes away.
 
The dress and Princess is an amazing combination.
Pure eye-candy.
 
Princesses’ new play collar.
“Milord, I love this dress. How do I look?”
I remained speechless but Princess could read the answer in my eyes.
I feel very feminine and sexy, Milord,” she said with a beaming smile.
 
So I got her the dress. Princess smiled happily. Afterwards she thanked me like a zillion times.
 
Back home she undressed and slid in the dress.
Once again the sight took my breath away. Princess looks just gorgeous in it.
 
We made love. The tightness of the dress made her feel restrained, something she likes.
 
I made love to Princess and told her I had another present for her.
 
It is a new play collar. Hand made in Florence, Italy. It has Swarovski elements. I got it in our local pet store.
 
I wasn’t sure Princess would like it as it is completely different from the leather play collar I got her several years ago.
 
This one is playful, sexy and very feminine.
 
I can hardly wait to take Princess out and show her off.
Princesses’ new dress.

Meet Inga

Inga is beautiful. Long blonde hair. Her slim body delicious.
Inga is hot. Scorching hot would be an even better definition.

Inga emanates sexiness. She is self-confident. She is an absolute exhibitionist. Her body an erotic playground.

Inga is a cock hungry slut but at times enjoys some juicy pussy too.
Why fuck one man when you can have the attention of two or three? And then some.

In the swingers club Inga wears very sexy lingerie. Cuffs on ankles and wrists.

She also wears a lovely small and discrete collar. The leash is a silver chain.
We try to add a pinch of BDSM to our swingers experience.

I walk Inga around the club and show her off and ask men if they fancy her.
They always do.
Those men with their greedy eyes and hands. Their cocks hard and horny.

Inga loves it when I attach her wrists to her ankle cuffs. Lying on her back, widespread, Inga waits, impatient, for the man or men I select to enjoy her.

Inga is still evolving.
I guide her. I lead her.
Inga is mine.
I am her owner and her Master.

Princess came up with Inga. It is her alter ego. Inga thrives on sex like Princess on rope and SM.
Both enjoy the D/s dynamic.

I love and enjoy them both.
Princess and Inga, the love of my life.
My heart, breath and soul.

Breath Play.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Setup & image: Me

Princess, two men, a woman, and I

Saturday evening, December 23.

Christmas is lurking around the corner.
Princess felt like going to a swingers club. It will be our second visit.

Around nine we arrive at Club A. Cars enter the parking lot in a steady pace. Single men, couples.

We change, have a drink. The place isn’t that crowded yet so it is clear there are more men than women. That’s okay. This is not a couples swingers club. It is for active couples, read active women.

We enjoy our drinks. The music is great. Eighties and nineties stuff.

Then I see this man standing at the bar. He seems okay.
I lead Princess to him.
I say hi and ask him if he likes her.
He does. I am not surprised.

“Feel her, touch her,” I encourage him and I stand behind Princess and grab her arms pulling them back. I put my other hand around her throat.

His hand slides under her dress. Princess moans, sighs. Grabs my cock and with her other hand his dick.

There is this woman standing next to us. She smiles, watches us.
“Your wife is so beautiful, you are a lucky man.”
I nod.
“May I join in?” she asks.
Without her noticing I check wordless with Princess. She sighs yes.
Wow.

She touches gently Princesses’ breasts, kisses her. Then crouches and starts licking Princess.
Princess is about to lose it.

After a few minutes the woman stops, smiles and turns around giving her attention to her partner.

“You want to fuck her?” I ask the man.
“Oh yes,” he stammers, “she is so beautiful, what a body.”
“Come,” I command and grab Princesses’ hair.

I lead her to a spot in the club that is more lit that the others corners and alcoves. There are 4 mattresses.

I push Princess on the bed.

“No kissing and safe sex,” I tell them man.
“Of course, that is quite obvious” he says.

He is fingering her, I am kissing Princess while I squeeze her breasts.
He grabs a rubber and then he is fucking Princess.
The man goes hard and rough.
The way my love likes it.
Princess comes. Comes and then again.

She has lost all control and is enjoying the fuck very much.

Not only the three of us are having a ball.
At least 15 men and a few couples are watching us.

Princess has noticed too. It is interesting to see how it changes her demeanor. She makes more sexy noises, spreads her legs, grabs her stiletto’s.
Princess is now a porn star, giving a show while enjoying the fuck.

She pushes the guy away, smiles at me and with a quick kiss on my lips she turns around.
Princess is now on all fours. Waving her ass to the men watching.

Most of them are masturbating. Hell, I would too if I were watching.

The guy grabs her hips and pushes himself deep in Princess.
My love has now lost it completely.

Then he decides to finish off in her ass.

Princess screams, sighs, moans and comes for a zillionth time.

He thanks us and we stay on the bed, Princess and I and we kiss and I caress Princess.
We go to the shower and then back to the bar.

There is this guy who walks over. He has seen us when we visited the club for the first time a few weeks ago. He tells me how lovely he thinks Princess is. It is clear he’s hitting on her.

I’m willing to let him fuck Princess. Then he becomes a little pushy, puts his hand on her behind.

So I tell him maybe I’ll ask him later on and make clear his presence isn’t required anymore.

Princess starts dancing.
The woman who has been licking her comes to me and tells me how beautiful Princess is.

It is her first time at the club. She tells me she is into 24/7 extreme BDSM. I tell her our dynamic is BDSM too. She asks a few questions. It is clear that what we do is child’s play to her. Hell, it is not a contest.
Then she tells me she doesn’t see me as a Dom kind of guy.
I couldn’t care less what she thinks.

Princess is dancing with two women. It is hot and sexy as hell. They are hitting on each other just for the heck of it.

It is so great to see how Princess is enjoying herself, free and sexually liberated.

Later we hit on the guy whom came with the woman who licked Princess.

Shortly after we are in a room. He is sucking one breast and fingering Princess and I am kissing her and then sucking her other breast.

Princess orgasms.
She is very wet and the guy likes that.

Princess grabs his cock and wants to suck him. I tell him to grab a rubber and he is flabbergasted by the request.
Okay, suit yourself, suck you own dick, I think.

Then the woman joins us. Soon Princess and she are kissing, then the woman licks Princess.

It is hot. She also takes my cock in her mouth. I don’t like that though. I want to be in control and I have no desire to fuck other women.

So I pull Princess on top of me. She rides me.
I tell the guy to get a rubber so Princess can fuck him too. Surprisingly he can’t get it hard.

The woman moved behind Princess and licks her ass.

Moves back and kisses Princess while she rides me. Everybody in the club is standing around watching us.

The it comes and I orgasm. Princess smiles, kisses me, gets off me and starts licking and fingering the woman.

Wow, this is extremely hot and I could never have imagined Princess going that far with a woman.
Oh boy, I’ve got the hottest and most sexy woman in the whole world. No, make that the Universe.

Then the woman invites Princess to help her suck another cock. There are no rubbers used so I tell Princess. So nothing happens.
I need to keep an eye on Princess. She doesn’t see well went lights are dim and I know she does not want to practice unsafe sex.

We take a shower, enjoy 15’ in a hot sauna and then the Jacuzzi.

Shortly after one we leave.
We had a great evening.

We sleep well, Princess and I.

This Sunday morning we make love. Then I grab a cane an punish Princess for being a dirty little slut. She loves every blow with the cane and I push her deep into subspace.
Then I make love to her again.
Her orgasms are intense and very wet.

At noon I drop Princess at her place.
Princess will be back around 5 or 6 this late afternoon with Little Star. Little Star is her grandchild and foster child.

We’ll be celebrating Christmas eve, the three of us.

Merry Christmas, dear Readers.

Shinju style chest harness variation.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Setup & image: Me

Thoughts – December 20, 2017

A desolate place.
An attic.
A prison-cell.

A blindfolded Princess lies on a small mattress. She has no idea where she is. She has no idea how she got there. Princess has lost every track of space and time.

Vaguely she hears distant chatter, some laughter. It sounds subdued but she is pretty sure there are people somewhere in the building.

She is still clothed, a reassuring thought. This means she hasn’t been raped. Then she adds deep in her mind the word yet.
She calls for help but there is no answer.

A few minutes later, but it could as well have been an hour, she hears footsteps. They come closer on what seems like a stair.

A door opens with a creaking sound.
Voices.

“I’m keeping her in one of our cells. I hope you like her. She’s very pretty.” The voice sounds familiar but she can’t place it.
“Great. I’m in for a good and hard fuck.” The second voice is much lower.
“Good. Then you came to the right place. I’m sure you’ll have a ball with her. I’m sure she’ll please you in any way she can.”
Two men are now near the cell. She lies still.
Her heart races, her breathing shallow.

This is what I told Princess yesterday evening before we played.
She shivered by the mere thought.

It could be the start of a scorching hot play evening with The Stranger 3 in a BDSM club like Fetish Club 78.

Then we played, Princess and I and it was intense. It always is.
I did some rope bondage and then tortured Princess with clothespins and dripped hot wax over her belly. I did it slowly, taking my time. I wanted her to feel everything as clear as possible.

This time I did not give her any pleasure. It was about Domination. About SM.
I played her. Mentally and physically.

Clothespins, after party.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Setup & image: Me

We went on for what seemed like ages but in reality only 2 hours went by.

I made several images and I am quite happy with the results. I added them to my Fetlife profile. I’ll be using these photographs for this and the next couple of posts.

These images are not set up, they are made while we play.

Past Saturday, when we visited Club 78, I bought Princess a Russian cold-war gas-mask. I’ll be using it mainly for breath play but I could not resist making a picture of Princess wearing it.

When we finally went to bed Princess was exhausted but feeling very happy and complete.

“Please Milord, I’d love some caning,” she whispered.

I used my cane, gradually increasing the impact. Trying to hit the same spot.
Occasionally I used a flogger.

Mainly the cane though was what I used.

Finally Princess lay still.
Eyes closed, a glorious smile. I knew she was in deep subspace.

I covered Princess and crawled close to her. I held Princess, caressing her gently.
She sighed with contentment.

Shortly after we made love.
The combination with pain works miracles.

Princess came abundantly.
When we were completely wearied we changed the sheets.
I love it when Princess ejaculates. Her warm and sticky wetness dripping over my thighs and belly makes me horny and so happy.

Princess and I.
We are complete and still madly in love.
Princess and I.
Two bodies, one heart, one soul.

Breath Play.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Setup & image: Me

Thoughts – December 19, 2017

Yesterday I liked a post on Fetlife about slaves written by a well-respected Master. He is the founder of the Fetish Cafe in Antwerp.
 
It was about M/s but also about equality, respect, and unselfishness.
I could relate to what he had written.
 
Shortly after I got a PM from a female slave. She follows me, had liked some of my photographs.
 
She told me she had written a reply to the post I had liked and wanted me to check it. She added she suffered from reading comprehension.
 
I read the text. There were no punctuation marks but it was clear and in relation to the writing.
 
Then I got another PM. She told me was going to meet a Dom but did not feel okay about it.
 
I asked why.
It appeared the guy wanted her to dress in a slutty way and with no panties. It troubled her because she felt she wasn’t owned yet so he had no right do demand anything.
I kind of agreed and asked if she had told him this.
It appeared so but he had insisted.
 
I don’t know this slave and I don’t know the Dom either except that he follows me and vice versa on Fetlife.
 
I asked a few more questions making sure I wasn’t invading her privacy.
It is hard to say anything honest when you know only one side of the story. Let alone give some advise.
 
“Can I PM the conversation I had with Him?” she asked.
Before I could say something a next PM came. The conversation, spread over multiple days. 
 
I’m not going into details but what I read made me frown. Finally I felt uneasy. It was full with red alarm lights. It was about him wanting something but not open or ready to give something in return. 
 
One of the things she wrote was about her back issues making it impossible to hold some postures for very long.
 
Somewhere else she said sorry she could not chat because one of her kids had to be taken to a hospital.
 
Also she mentioned to him she was unsure about the date requirements he had insisted on. Slutty dress, no panties.
 
In her text I found a mix of the need to be wanted and despair.
 
He showed no empathy, did not ask about her back issues or showed any worry about her kid being very sick. He was not interested in any of the more personal stuff that was about whom she is as a person. 
 
It was about his desire for her to be a slave and to obey his requirements.
It was selfish and even extremely selfish.
It sounded bad.
He wanted a slave and her opinion, her approach did not matter to him at all.
There was nothing in the conversation that was supporting or positive. It clearly was about him. Him alone.
 
So I told her I didn’t like what I had read.
“What is your feeling?” I asked, not ready yet to give any advise. I am a vert cautious man. 
“I would love so much to finally find a Master. But I feel he sounds so very selfish.”
I agreed.
“‘Would you go?” she asked.
“It’s not my call,” I answered, “but I would think at least twice about it.”
 
“Thank you,” she replied. “I found it a very negative conversation and it made me feel bad at times . I wasn’t sure I did read it correctly though. I am not going, this is not good indeed.”
She thanked me and wished me and Princess good night.

It was an interesting conversation and it gave me the unique opportunity to see how some woman, in this case a very fragile one, are treated by predators hiding behind being a Dom or Master.

On the other hand the thought occurred that I had been played  with.

The Stranger 3?

About a week ago I wrote a post titled connecting with a couple.

Both are kind of newbies when it comes to BDSM. Johnny and June are eager to learn. Their dynamic is Top/bottom as friends with benefits. Johnny enjoys rope play and June loves being a lust slave. Find the post HERE.

Saturday, December 16, Princess and I visited Fetish Club78 and it was a great experience. Princess thought this was an ideal place to meet the couple in January.

The day after, Sunday, Johnny sent me a PM on Fetlife informing me it was over with June. I felt bad for him and wrote back some encouraging thoughts.

We had communicated a lot and I felt he and I were on the same wavelength.

I told him I’d love to stay in touch.

June sent me a PM too and I wished her good luck. She added she was sure Johnny would be a very good The Stranger 3.

So back to square one and I can’t say I was unhappy with how things finally turned out. Don’t get me wrong, I am sorry Johnny and June broke up.

Looking back on the PM’s with Johnny and the talks with Princess, I started feeling uneasy about the whole idea.
To be honest playing with another sub/slave or with two isn’t my piece of cake. I’m willing to try of course but what we’ve been doing, playing with an extra man, I like more.

The Stranger, the swingers club, Princess behaving as a dirty little slut under my guidance, turns me on big time.
I’m pretty sure it rocks Princesses’ world too.

Princess knows I like Johnny’s way of thinking. When I asked her if I could introduce him as The Stranger 3 she said hell yes.

This morning I got a PM from Johnny telling me he’d like to be The Stranger 3.
That’s a good thing.

We’ll be putting together a hot scenario.

I’m thinking about making it happen in a BDSM-club. Both PDN and Club78 rent rooms so that’s ideal for an after-party if there is a mutual click.

It is Tuesday and thus our evening. I’m preparing a hot play-evening at our place.

I’ll make good use of the Christmas present I bought for Princess at Club78 and make some photographs.

I’m revealing a little something about this present with this photograph.

Christmas gift for Princess – detail.

 

Visiting Fetish Club 78 for the first time

Saturday, September 16.
Princess and I thought a change of scenery would be nice. Don’t get me wrong. We love PDN and the people we meet there and know already.

Yet it was time for a breath of fresh air. Discovering a new place and meeting new people offer fresh opportunities.

New ideas, new scenes, other furniture and another setup.

We enjoyed a very warm welcome. I received keys for the lockers and then they showed Princess and I around.

There is a restaurant with a buffet and the main play room with bar.

Upstairs they guided us through different theme rooms. We saw an impressive gynecological examination chair. There was big confessional chair and to the opposite two cells complete with a mattress. Another room was well-lit and had a medical cabinet and a modern examination bed.

We saw other stuff too like a Saint Andrew cross made of ship chains. And of course a pillory.

At the bar we savoured a glass of wine while we let the new environment sink in. Soon we were talking with other people. I liked that very much.

Two Doms brought a sub to a cage and ordered her to sit on a bar stool covered with crown-caps.

After they closed the cage one of the Doms opened a box with steel barbecue skewers. He fixed them lopsided, with the sharp end pushing against the sub’s skin, using rubber bands.

Quite interesting to watch and I can tell you she did not dare to move an inch.

There was another scene. Two Doms chased a sub while spanking her. She ran around between the two men trying to corner her. Princess and I liked that scene too.

Then I decided it was our turn. I led her to the centre of the playroom. I wanted to use the hoist and add a horizontal bar for Princess to hold.

The Dungeon Master, a young and very friendly and helpful man, walked over. He asked if we had everything we needed. After I said yes he asked me if I wanted other music than what they were playing. That wasn’t necessary.
I did appreciate this very much. It was very considerate.

We played intensively. Then we paused so Princess could recover. After a while we played again.

There is a comfy couch for people to watch a scene. When a scene ends and aftercare is necessary, spectators move from the couch to give place to the sub and his or her Dom.

That too I found very well thought off.

Princess and I have been discussing edge play but the sheer thought of needles makes her nervous. I don’t use the violet wand often for the same reason. She is afraid of its stings.

Yet she is very curious and I am convinced she’ll like it.

While we were looking at a few BDSM items they sell in the club I pointed out the needles. The Dungeon Master overheard us and asked if we wanted information on the topic.
Princess and I both said yes.

Shortly after we were back on the first floor in the well-lit room. Princess was lying on her stomach while the man explained the proceedings.
He would pierce her shoulder-blade.

The first needle went in and Princess told us she felt nauseous. He told us this was normal. It is a mix of fear and panic. He also noticed she was very tense. Then he said a second needle would make a difference.
In went the second one.

“Oh”, Princess sighed when endorphins started doing their work.

Then another one, 180° degree with the two others making a crossing. The needles woven.
In went a forth.
Carefully he pushed on the centre of the 4 needles.

Princess was smiling, eyes closed while she enjoyed the endorphin rush.
After pulling the needles out and some aftercare we went down to the bar again.
Princess was still floating.

Later, on our way back home, we talked about the experience. She told me she had liked it a lot. I smiled because I knew that already before she experienced needle play. So as soon as possible I’ll follow a workshop before starting needle play with Princess.

I can’t tell you how proud I am of Princess because she decided to try it anyway.

We sat there for a while, Princess and I. Talking with different people. Simply enjoying being there together and sharing something deep.

Before we left I bought an item to play with. It is a Christmas gift for Princess.

She tried a few to find one that fits. We used it the next morning while we made love and it was fun.

I won’t reveal what it is yet. We’ll be using the item this Tuesday while we play and I’ll make some photographs.

We had a ball at Fetish Club 78.
Nice place, great people and different scenes are possible.
The welcome was great too.
Princess and I can’t wait to go back.

Princess.
Model: Lena Rogerdottir / Setup & image: Me