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To Kraków and back

Saturday, September 16.
Late afternoon.
I’m packing my suitcase and camera bag.
The phone rings. It is Little A. wishing Princess and me a great trip. On the background I hear Ex speaking to our daughter.
Then Little A. repeats what her mother said.
Oh boy.
Then my iPhone pings. A message from Big A. telling me to check my mail as she does not want to get up early and drive us to the airport for nothing.

What the fuck is all this about?
I check the newspaper.
Oh my.
One of the headlines reads “Ryanair to tell 400,000 passengers of cancelled flights after roster ‘mess-up’”

Ryanair promises their customer it will cancel 40 to 50 flights to and/or fro every day until October 31.
Luckily Princess and I are not concerned.

Sunday, September 17.
02:00
Big A. picks us up and we arrive at Charleroi Airport (the so called Brussels-South) around 03:45. To early but hey, better be one hour to early than 5 minutes to late.
At 06:30 the plane takes off and 2 hours later we arrive at Kraków Airport. Not even 30 minutes later I enter the address of the apartment in Here Maps. Traffic is moderate and I steer the rented Toyota Yaris over the Polish roads.
It takes us 20’ to arrive and about 40’ to find the place because the roads ends and continues further in a sort of dead-end group of small roads.

We are way too early to check in the apartment so I drive to the old center of Kraków where I find a parking spot.
There is a small market going on. Mostly elderly people selling old or cheap stuff. I have the impression they are mostly underprivileged people. The road is broken, there is mud and rubbish. There is no happiness, everybody looks sad or indifferent. Like if it is still cold-war Poland. You know, the USSR and stuff.

We head to the old center. Some building are dilapidated, some brand new. It is a mix of a new and an old era. Don’t forget, the Wall fell in Berlin fell only 27 years ago and it took quite some time before the former USSR countries found their new ways.

Kraków.
Ricoh GRII

We had lunch, delicious Polish food and it was very cheap. It was good outside with a discrete sun.

Then we walked further, discovering more of Kraków. Then the first raindrops fell. Shortly after it rained and it did so for the remainder of the late afternoon.
By the time we got back at our car I was soaked to the bone and my clothes, shoes and vest as wet as if I had fallen in water. Princess was wearing a waterproof vest but her shoes and jeans were soaked too.

Back at the apartment we took a shower and I checked the opening hours of Decathlon. They were open so we drove over to the shop. Princess got rubber boots. I a pair of waterproof and very comfortable hiking boots from hunting department. Two pair of waterproof trousers to pull over jeans or whatever and a weatherproof vest completed our purchases.

The apartment itself was simply great and well equipped. We could not have found a better place to say. Modern, cozy, and cheap.

Monday, September 18.
The weather app tells us it is going to be a warm and sunny day.
Great.
We enjoy our breakfast and then we are on our way.
It takes about 2:30 hours to arrive at Zakopane near the Slovakian border.

Zakopane is a resort town in southern Poland, at the base of the Tatras Mountains. It’s a popular departure point for winter sports and summertime mountain climbing and hiking. Kasprowy Wierch and Gubałówka, reachable by cable car and funicular, are nearby ski destinations offering sweeping mountain views. The town is also known for its turn-of-the-20th-century wooden chalets, symbols of Zakopane-style architecture. (Wikipedia)

 

We find a sort of restaurant, well, more of a canteen and have lunch there. The food is delicious and ridiculously cheap.
Don’t count on your English though. They had their menu translated so it was about pointing at the right items and then she showed me the bill and I wrote down what I was going to pay with the tip added to the amount.

At the Tatra National Park we join a queue and after 45 minutes we get in a cable car. Ten minutes later we get out. We are at 2000 meters. The view is breathtaking. Princess and I enjoy a walk, we climb even higher. I film, take pictures, we laugh and kiss and are so happy.

It is a popular place to have your wedding photos taken as we spot several newlyweds and professional photographers and stylists.

Later we dined at the same canteen and for the four meals + drinks I paid not even 30 Euro.

After the +2 hour drive back we were exhausted. After showering I downloaded my work of the day on the Western Digital Wireless Passport Pro and copied a movie on an USB-stick so we could watch it on the huge flat screen TV.

Kraków.
Ricoh GRII

Princess and I, Book II

Our first eBook, Princess and I, The First Years,  has been downloaded 40+ times.

Today I have published Princess and I, Book II.
It covers the last few months of 2013, when I moved our blog to a self-hosted site.

Henceforth the next volumes will cover a full year.

You can download our book, Princess and I, Book II, absolutely free and it is available in PDF, epub and Kindle.

I’m sure there are still a few writing errors in this book and I hope everything is well formatted. I checked the links to YouTube and other blogs and updated or removed them when the content was no longer available.

Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

You can download the book HERE

Front page for our 2nd eBook

Blurb – Princess and I, The First Years

September 6, 2011.
I’m 52 years old. Father of 2 daughters.
Divorced.
Alone for too long.
I’m open for love, a special kind of love. Not searching actively though.

I have to attend a parent’s meeting at school. Every year it is the same explanation all over again.
I don’t feel like it and I don’t have to go.
It beats sitting at home alone though.

I’m early and head to the big hall where they serve drinks and grab a glass of cava.

Turning around I see this beautiful blonde woman. She looks gorgeous.
I have the impression she is standing there in a golden spotlight. The surroundings fade to black until, in my mind’s eye, she is the center of my universe. Until there is only her.
She does not notice me.

I’m breathless, engulfed with emotions.  Overwhelmed, paralyzed and speechless by the experience. My world flips over and over. Intuitively I know she is the one I have been searching for my whole life.

I walk up to her. It is something I have never dared to do before.
I say hi and we chitchat. Her daughter is a classmate of my youngest one.
Ten minutes later walk to the same class and I make sure I’m inside before she does. I sit down at a desk, she sits down next to me.
Wow. Lucky me.
I’m nervous and start fumbling in the desk before me. I pull out an agenda. To my big surprise I’m sitting at my daughter’s desk. With a smile I put a little note in it.

Later that evening I gather all my courage and ask for her number.
Another first one for me.
My throat is dry and my heart bounces like mad.
She smiles and writes her number down on a small piece of paper.
Oh boy.

September 20, 2011.
We date for the first time and we enjoy a wonderful evening.
She tells me about her situation, just to make sure I know what I’m signing up for. She has 5 kids. Her ex-husband committed suicide 7 months ago. Her eldest daughter suffers from a mental illness.
The other kids all suffer from stress and other issues. Understandably. They found their father shortly after his desperate act.

The first months are difficult. She is not sure about what is happening. She does not feel ready to give herself. She breaks up with me a few times but every time I win her back.
Somehow we make it.
She becomes my Princess and deep down in her I feel and read here submissiveness.
Could it be true?
Have I found my Grail?
That very and unique Special One?

Gradually I make our lovemaking somewhat rougher. Her reactions are more than positive. She adores the hair pulling, the pinching and the occasional slap on her luscious behind.
August 15, 2012.
The town we visit is illuminated with a zillion tea lights. In a church we are awed by a huge chandelier with several dozen of burning candles.
This is the perfect moment to tell her what I have wanted to say for quite some weeks.
For a second I hesitate as I am not sure how she will react.
She beats me to it.
Princess grabs my hand, finds my eyes.
“How I would love to lay under that chandelier. Naked, tied and blindfolded. Not knowing when the next drop of hot wax will fall,” she whispers.

Now I know, now I am sure.
My heart explodes with happiness and sheer joy.
While our relation deepens we gradually grown into BDSM.
My Princess turns out to be a perfect match. She loves what I love. We taste and enjoy the many flavors BDSM has to offer.

Her children oppose to our relationship. It is not personal. They just want to keep the family together.
Their disapproval makes our bond even stronger.

In November 2012 I start a personal blog, Princess and I. It is a very intimate diary mostly about our evolution as a couple in the world of BDSM.
When relevant I write about other stuff too.

March 2017.
I am proud to present the first volume of our story titled Princess and I, the First Years.
You can download it for free on Smashwords. You can choose between PDF, epub or mobi (Kindle)

If you wish you can also follow my blog via SirFrancoBolli.org

Front page for eBook

 

 

Sex, rope, pain, sex, sleep…

Saturday, March 18.

Around 19:00 Princess arrived at my place.
I said hi and led her to the bedroom.
Soon we were making love.
It was fantastic. It was incredible, really it was.
I gave Princess a few orgasms not only because that’s what I love to do. I also wanted her in the right mood.

Waiting for Princess

After the sex we went to the living room for rope bondage and photography.

I had some ideas of what I wanted to create. Finally I did not get what I wanted, or what I had imagined, but the shots that worked were those I made after tying with my heart.

Next time I’m just going to tie following a basic plan, without taking in account the images I want to create.
I know images will present themselves when there is interaction/reaction between Princess, me and the rope.

Princess…

We took a short break, had some gin & tonic and then I tied a chest harness using the coconut rope. Princess love the rough feel of this rope.

I forced Princess in a bending position over the back of the couch and gradually increased the speed and intensity of the flogging till Princesses’ ass was hot and deep red.

I pushed Princess down on her side, blindfolded her and tied her ankles together. Then I tied a rope around her waist leading it over her backside to the front where I tied a knot near her clit. The end of the rope I gave to Princess. Pulling it would rub the knot over her clit in quite a satisfying way.

“Pleasure yourself whenever you are in need,” I hissed.

I started dripping hot wax on her deep red butt. Princess screamed and moaned every time a few drops of hot wax touched her already sensitive skin. Soon she was pulling the rope end I had given her, pleasuring herself to compensate the pain I was giving.

Later on I cleaned Princess up. Using my razor-sharp knife I carefully lifted the wax off her skin.

Shortly after, we were in bed again and made love like a zillion times.
Needless to say we did sleep very well.

Princess…

Thoughts – March 18, 2017

I’m preparing our evening later on today.
I’ll be picking up Princess at 19:30 or so and bring her home.
Where she really belongs and should be.

It’s that time of the month so I’ll adapt the evening in order to fulfill Princesses’ needs.
My studio will be ready. The idea is to do some artistic bondage, make some photographs. I have a few ideas and hope to make some compelling images. If they are okay, I’ll contact the Fetish Café in Antwerp to see if my pictures fit in their art project. Every whatever few months a new erotic artist is presented in the café.
I’d love to be featured as this is a project we are doing as a couple.

The camera I use is a Nikon D2h. It is a 4-megapixel camera that hit the market 14 years ago. I bought it second-hand 10 years ago. Measured to today’s standards it is a fossil. I love the look ‘n feel of the images this camera delivers. It is not about detail, sharpness or whatever today professional camera’s deliver. It is about the timeless, almost analogue feel. At 1600 ISO the grain is gorgeous.

I could write more about this camera, why I love it so much for my studio work but in the end this is not a photography blog.

This morning I went shopping for some bamboo. Got a few stick with a plus/minus diameter of a centimeter.
Candles and some other stuff.

Also I am looking forward to next weekend.
I have invited The Stranger.
He’ll be presenting himself with a chastity device.
My slave will be serving us drinks. He’ll be bound.
On my command Princess will be pushing his buttons.
He’ll be preparing Princess for me.
I’ll be playing with him. Yes, I do enjoy wrapping my fingers around a hard cock.
Maybe there will be some rope.
Princess will be kneeling in front of me and giving head to me and my slave.

Finally I’ll lead my slave and Princess to our bedroom in order to enjoy a threesome.

But that’s for next week…

Coconut rope
Nikon D2h with 24-120

Princess and I, The First Years

“I wish I had our blog in print,” Princess whispered, “so I can hold our story, read in it whenever I want.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me, “ I told the love of my life.
“Isn’t it?”

“I’ll make it happen,” I promised, not sure how I would be able to get the whole blog in an editable document like Word or so.

Getting it into a Word document was very easy. Editing was the most time-consuming part.

So today I’m putting up a link to my account on Smashwords. You’ll be able to download “Princess and I, The First Years”.

It’s free and available in PDF, Epub and Mobi.

There is our story, right on you reading device. You’ll find Princesses’ beautifully written poetry and a few articles about my photography.

I’m sure there are still writing errors in this book and I hope everything is well formatted.

This book covers the posts I made from 2012 till 2013 when I moved to a self-hosted site.

It was fun browsing through the articles. I was astonished I had written so much in little over a year. Little over 63,800 words.

In a near future I’ll be putting a next Princess and I online. I have the document covering the articles on SirFrancoBolli.org till December 31, 2016 already. I think I’ll do a 2013-2014 first and from then one per year.

You can find the book HERE

I would greatly appreciate your feedback.

 

 

Futomomo

I need to stay focused and do whatever I love to do in order to compensate for the stuff I don’t like to do (anymore).

Even though I got it all, love, a good job, friends, no real worries, demons out of the past are catching up with me again.

I’m taking some time off at work to concentrate on what I really love. That’s Princess, BDSM, Dominance, rope. I like to add some photography and writing to this already titillating mix of pleasurable stuff.

I believe I am quite good at tying a simple gote. Obviously there is still much room for improvement but there are other ties too.

So these past few days I have been studying the futomomo tie. It is a leg binding tie that can be used on the ground or in suspension and handy for sex. The nice thing about the futomomo is that the way you tie it may vary and thus offering quite some creativity.

Princesses’ feet

Yesterday evening, Tuesday, I tried it on my model, the godly Lena Rogerdottir.

Made a few variations, then tried the 6mm jute I recently bought and treated, then ended the evening with a limited floor suspension using the coconut rope.

I made some photographs. They are great, they really are. I make the best photographs in the world.

This afternoon, checking the images in Lightroom, I can see my errors, both in tying and in taking an image. Some of the latter can be solved with Photoshop albeit that is not the way I generally work.

I post my images in a close Facebook group matching myself with newbies like me and the best of the world. Intimidating but I’m getting there too. It is nice to see that my work is appreciated.

Then my model, Lena Rogerdottir, and I subscribed to an Esinem training on the hip harness. Indeed that tie is still missing in my repertoire.

After that we went to bed and we talked for a while and then dozed off.

She was awake before me and then I woke up. We made love and it was ferocious and Lena ravenous for yet another orgasm. I spanked her, flogged her and fucked her to kingdom come.

In the late afternoon I downloaded a few chapters of her new book Maggie Carpenter mailed me. I read her work for typos and inconsistencies. I love doing this kind of stuff as I do learn new expressions and other writing stuff.

Tomorrow I’ll be trying the hip harness. After that I’ll be taking, with my model,  classes on suspension.

Playing with the futomomo

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

Saturday, January 21, 2017 – Part Two – The Boy and I and a couple of camera’s

Saturday, January 21.

I drove Princess back to her place. It was still early, 8:30 or so, and I felt nervous. In little over half an hour I would take the train to Antwerp. I was going to take the train with The Boy. It would be our first moment alone ever and the goal was for him to shoot enough photographs for his exam.

Ping said my phone.
It was a message from The Boy.
I’ll catch the train, you will too?

It was his way to check if I hadn’t forgotten or was still asleep.

Sure
I texted back

I dropped Princess of at her place and noticed his car was still parked at the house. It made no sense to ask if he would hop in my car as he had made it clear he would be at the station.

We kissed, Princess and I, and then I drove to the train station where I parked my car. Bought a ticket. It was 8:40 and I had plenty of time as the train would arrive at 09:01.

At 8:51 I informed The Boy
I’m at the station

8:54 The Boy texted
Could you get a ticket for me already?

I knew paying for him, a drink, lunch, was something he would not like because it would make him feel too close to me.

8:59 and from far I could see the train approaching. No sign of The Boy though.

9:00 and some seconds
The Boy arrived at the station running like a madman.
“Hold the train,” he yelled. He made a move as if he was going to cross the tracks.
“Don’t you dare,”  I hollered.

The ticket inspector grabbed his whistle.
“Please, hold the train for 30 seconds, please,” I asked him.

He smiled.
The Boy and I got on the train, the door closed and we found a place to sit.

Opposite directions (2017)
Ricoh GR II

Our adventure had begun.

We chatted about nothing in special but I sensed he felt okay being with me and so did I. He told me due to the cold weather his car did not start well and he had to scrape the ice from his windshield.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at Antwerp Central. He wanted to shoot on a market were more exotic fruit and stuff is sold. The light was great but it was freezing cold.

Hey there (2017)
Ricoh GR II

I was happy being on the street again shooting with the Ricoh. He did his thing, at some occasions he showed me what he had made, asked a few questions.

After an hour he got bored. I understand. He is not into photography but he needs the pictures to get his diploma.

He also needed a city-scape so we walked to the MAS, a well know museum in Antwerp. I watched him make a photograph from a spot I knew every year a zillion tourists use to make the same image.

MAS, Antwerp (2017)
Ricoh GR II

I told him so, told him to look around, try something different, look for an angle. It was no use really so I did not insist.
We went to the roof terrace of the museum. One has a beautiful view over Antwerp and its surroundings.

After that we walked back to the station where we grabbed a bite to eat. Then on the train and half an hour later we were back home.
I said goodbye, he thanked me and that was that.

I had a blast. I like him very much. Actually we did talk a lot. He wanted to know where I was born, what I had studied and so on. The Boy talked about his projects, his future.

He wanted to know if my daughters like Princess and I told him they did. He smiled and made some wisecrack about the situation with Princesses’ kids and me.

We did not discuss photography.

Did we bond? Hard to say. It is kept secret by the future.
It was a first one, our field trip. I admit, I was feeling quite a bit nervous the evening before the event.

It enabled me to connect with photography again. I enjoyed shooting again very much.

Anyway, this morning, it is now Wednesday, I loaded some of my professional studio flashes and other gear in Princesses’ car. The Boy also needed to make a few studio shots.

Looking back I had a great morning and he is really a funny and swell guy.
Yeah, I like The Boy.
I really do.

Alone (2017)
Ricoh GR II