Yesterday evening we went to PDN. We had a great time. We always do. It’s true.
The owners told me they like my writings very much. I post some of my blog-posts on Fetlife and PDN has a profile too.
It made me feel even more happy.
The cafe was not very crowded and the Dungeon almost deserted. We enjoyed intense rope play, mixing rope with pleasure and pain. I did only floor play as I am still not sure about Princesses’ hip. Soon more couples were doing rope sessions.
Two men were playing and we enjoyed watching them. It was clear they were a couple and there was hard play but also lots of tenderness. I did find the Dom quite attractive by the way.
After enjoying watching others play I grabbed my bag, got out some tools and pleasured Princess with some great impact play. I did not exaggerate, building everything up slowly as it had been quite some time since we did this.
We left shortly after midnight and back home we made love and I gave Princess what seemed like a zillion orgasms. I give the best orgasms, it true. They are simply the best.
This morning I woke up at eight thirty feeling horny as hell. Princess was still sound asleep but that could not stop me.
Soon we were making love and then some more. It was maddening, hot, intense, passionate but most of all it was love.
Around noon I dropped Princess at her place. Then I drove back home feeling gloomy. I feel like that almost every Sunday. Maybe it is Dom drop.
I spend the afternoon watching a movie, checking my Fetlife and Franco Bolli FB-account and then wrote a mail to The Stranger.
Yep, you did read correctly. The Stranger, our slave.
I have invited The Stranger to come over to our place this Tuesday for a play evening with Princess and me.
It is gonna be a great evening, it is going to be absolutely fantastic. It really will.
There will be bondage of course. Lots of bondage.
Hell, I have the best rope, its true, and I am going to grab them by the fibers.
Like the last time I’ll be topping The Stranger.
There will be fun stuff for him and lots of fun for Princess.
In order to tie up The Stranger I made a batch of 6mm hemp rope. It’s rope I’ll be using exclusively with other people. It will be washed more so the lifespan of this rope will be rather short.
In fact I am hoping to find people whom are willing to come over to my studio for some tying up and portrait photography. Something like the way I photographed Princess during my session on January 17.
Also the batch of Semenawa rope I bought via Bruce Esinem arrived.
Semenawa ropes are more 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.
I haven’t used it yet but the rope feels great in my hands. And it is surprisingly light too.
Saturday was quite an interesting, intense and memorable day.
In the morning The Boy and I took the train to Antwerp. Just him and me and a few cameras’. It was a first one and it was a wonderful experience. We talked, some stuff was even deep, and we had a few laughs.
More about this later, in another post.
Princess arrived at my place at 19:30. We talked for a while and then we left for PDN.
We enjoyed a warm welcome by the owners. They are very kind and so generous.
He is well known in the Belgian BDSM-community. I had heard nothing but good about Marc but had never actually met him.
There was almost no free space in the Playroom so we watched people play with plastic foil and talked with friends.
Apparently there had been somebody who had requested to be plaster casted and stayed like that for hours. It was a story that traveled over everybody’s lips. The only proof that it had really happened was some white powder on the floor.
I would have loved to be there and learn about a very special and unique way of playing.
Marc is in his late fifties and I have rarely met someone whom is so patient and so kind. He gives workshops on so many BDSM topics and I found the way how he shows and explains compelling. He is a switch and I guess that helps quite a lot in being able to instruct others when you have experienced it from both sides.
I would love to attend one of his workshops. Unfortunately it is very hard, almost impossible, for Princess to free herself on a Saturday afternoon.
There was so much going on and all I wanted to do was sit and have a drink and watch, observe and suck in the ambience and beauty of what was going on.
Not for the first time is was overtaken by a deep sense of wonder.
Princess on the other hand was keen on participating, playing. It put some pressure on me, stressing me a little and I started feeling grumpy.
Then Frank, one of our friends, he lives with his Nancy in a village next to ours, introduced us to Marc.
So I told Marc Princess loved to be mummified. He asked a few questions like did she have experience with being bound tightly. Explained that underwear was okay but no clothes would enhance the experience. I told him Princess suffered from an muscle infection in her hip.
“What color do you like?” he asked.
Before Princess could answer I told him red would be just fine.
Marc started by wrapping her hands and arms till just about the elbows. He then asked Princess to stand up straight, arms tightly against her body and started wrapping her in red plastic foil, from the shoulders to the feet.
Then Marc, Frank and I picked up an immobilized Princess and put her on a tabouret. Marc and I, with the help of Frank, made new wraps with the red plastic foil, around Princess and the pole.
When we finished we pulled away the tabouret.
There she was, Princess, the love of my life, glued as it were against the pole.
I sat down and watched her hanging there. Waited until she forget time, started to zone out.
After a while I pressed my body against hers, biting in Princesses’ shoulders.
I wished I had taken some tools with me. Because Princess was still suffering from her hip I had only a blindfold, a fleece and lots of rope with me. No floggers, no wheel of pain.
There was this woman, a Domme pur sang. Mysterious, sensual, gorgeous and so sexy with her beautiful corset.
I had seen her before, she is a very close friend of Steven, a kinkster we met a few years ago in Antwerp. We have never seen him play but he is very often at PDN. He knows a lot of people, helps, looks out for people when he feels a scene is going bad. Steven too is very kind and bighearted.
Angel, the Domme, wanted to see the beauty of Princess. She came close without invading our scene and our space. The plastic wrap had stretched somewhat and Princess had slowly slided down and was now standing with her feet on the floor.
I used body language to invite Angel in our scene. She wanted to know if it was alright for Princess and I said yes. Yet she wanted me to ask Princess explicitly.
“Somebody wants to touch you,” I whispered, “it is safe, okay for me too.”
Princess nodded yes.
Angels approached Princess and started stroking her shoulders, scratching her nails over the plastic foil, pressing her body against Princesses’. I took a step back to enjoy the scene and to give Angel some room. I noticed how she whispered stuff in Princesses’ ear.
Oh boy… the sensuality of Angel, the moaning and shivering of Princess. Nothing sexual was going on but the sensuality was nothing less than scorching.
Angel invited me back in and we touched Princess together. Kissing her shoulders, the only skin that was available.
Then she walked away and I pressed my body against Princess, biting her shoulders and using my fingernails to make a hole in the plastic wrap. After some pulling, pushing and ripping I liberated her breasts and then I pulled away some plastic form her mouth so I could kiss Princess.
I tormented Princesses’ nipples and then Nancy asked me why I wasn’t using my floggers as the foil gives impact play a different feeling.
I told her I had left them at home as I did not intend doing impact play because of Princesses’ sour hip. It would have been great though, flogging her breasts.
Seconds later Frank, Nancy’s Dom and hubby brought me one of his floggers and a small hand whip.
“Enjoy,” he winked.
Shortly after Angel came to see what we were up to. With a smile I invited her back in our scene.
Oh boy. Soon I was kissing Princess while Angel was torturing, then caressing Princesses’ nipples, we pressed our bodies against Princess and our hand were everywhere. Princess moaned and groaned and I could image her being so very close to whatever, subspace, an orgasm.
It was maddening and I enjoyed sharing the scene with Angel. I took a step back, enjoying what was going on. Then Angel pulled me back in the scene.
It was hot, intimate, sensual and unforgettable.
Then Angel walked over to another scene.
It was time to liberate Princess. She had been mummified for little over 90’
Frank helped, then Marc came too when it became obvious Princess was not able to stand on her knees anymore. They felt like rubber she whispered incoherently, deep into subspace.
I would not have been able to cut Princess free and hold her in a safe way if I would have done this at home. Well, if she would have been standing against a pole I mean.
I picked Princes in my arms and brought her to a nearby couch.
I covered Princess with a fleece and held her and kissed her and slowly she came back from very deep subspace.
Later on that evening I pushed Princess into honoring what Angel had asked. To give feedback.
So I led Princess to Angel.
Both women held each other, close and with passion. Apparently it was one of the first times Angel had played with a woman. It was something one cannot describe, cannot grasp, that had attracted Angel into enjoying Princess she told us.
She had seen us play before and she had loved it. It was about the connection, the body language, the deepness of love, Princesses’ complete surrender to me and how I honored and respect Princesses’ submission.
Finally she had some very kind words for me too. How she felt deep respect for the kind of Dom is was. She said some more beautiful things but all I can say is that I felt honored and proud.
Honest praise is an exclusive and very personal gift.
A small side note.
There is C. She sits at the bar wearing a 19th century pinafore above her clothes.
Once she told me she goes to the hairdresser before coming to the club. That’s why she always looks so well-groomed.
Rarely I see her in the Dungeon. I like C., we have talked already and when we are at PDN I always say hi and kiss her on the cheek.
We saw C. in the Dungeon and she was playing with Angel. Angel had sensed what made C. tick. It was lovely to watch.
It was about punishment and she had C. kneeled on small, low wooden prayer stool.
Before we left I told C. I liked what I had witnessed. She smiled, her eyes still shining. It was something she had been waiting for so long. It had pleasured her so much to be able to play even it was a short scene. In fact she talks with everybody but I don’t think her needs are met. Now she had something to take home with her.
I said bye, gave her 3 kisses.
Wow, Angel had touched so many people that evening. I felt so blessed she entered, for a moment, our life.
So once again it was too late to soon.
We left PDN, Princess and I, and drove back to our place.
We left the Dungeon with the promise of some intense and hot lovemaking. Once in bed though exhaustion took over.
It had been an incredible evening.
Princess, I and another woman.
Oh boy, it was so hot and proof that sensuality and erotica don’t need sex to be a mind-blowing experience.
We arrive at PDN and enjoy a warm welcome by the owners and the kinksters already present. Drinks, any drinks, are free so I order two glasses of red wine. We are greeted by those we kind of know and get acquainted with people we often see playing but haven’t had a chance to say hi to.
We say hello to slave Serge and Jane. Serge and I mail via Fetlife almost every day. I like to think of him as a friend in the making.
Then we start talking with a couple we have seen playing multiple times. Just a superficial friendly chat but then we find out we are almost neighbors. That’s interesting.
They introduce themselves and then it is time to find a table. We share it with them and Frank and Nancy and us have quite some interesting conversations.
It truly is a wonderful evening. Another table is taken by 4 TV’s and they simply look gorgeous is their sexy outfit. I even fancy one of them I tell Princess and she smiles.
A couple, I find the man extremely good-looking and gorgeous and so does Princess, tribal tattoo’s all over his sculptured chest wearing high-heeled latex boots. William Lawson Scotch commercials spring at mind.
About 60 kinky people are gathered for this farewell to 2016.
The buffet is okay and then a baby girl reads a funny New Year’s Letter and then the owners of the club announce they have an exclusive gift for everybody present. It is a high quality king size fleece with the club’s name and the BDSM logo sewed on it.
Wow, I like that, great for aftercare. What a great present, a reminder of an awesome and intense evening.
After dinner Princess and I relax in the Dungeon accompanied by slave Serge and Jane. We watch how man, with a latex hood on, is tormented by his Domme. He is the gorgeous looking guy with all the tribal tattoo’s and by god he is well hung too.
Princess and I don’t play. The poor thing can hardly stand or walk, her hip still very painful.
There is some beautiful bondage and so much other stuff going on.
“Wow,” I say to Serge, “I am so happy now, hell, we live the dream, such intense stuff going on and we are part of it.”
He smiles and agrees.
I feel like I’m drowning in an ocean of love and friendship.
Soon it is midnight.
We drink champagne, kiss, laugh and wish well to our fellow kinksters and hail the new year.
Princess and I leave at 3 in the morning and at home we kiss. I lick the Love of my life to her first orgasm of the new year.
Then we fall asleep.
Yet I can feel Princess toss and turn, it is not easy for her to find a position that does not hurt.
January 1, 2017
It is ten in the morning. We make love, Princess and me. I can’t stop, and go on and on. Grab a rubber and reposition. Princess loves anal and soon she orgasms.
I get rid of the rubber and fuck her again, over and over.
Not being able to ejaculate is, most of the time, a huge advantage.
After the lovemaking and some more dozing we get up, take a shower.
Soon real life takes over when Stella starts texting. She does not feel well. Stella wants us to pick up Little Star, it is all a little too much for her and she does not feel okay enough to go with us to Princesses’ family.
So we pick up Little Star and drive to Princesses’ parents. Princess sends a text message to her kids telling them we are on our way so those whom want can leave at time.
Her sisters and brother are already there. Ar and Kay have not read Princesses’ text message and feel very uneasy when we enter. I go to another room so they can say goodbye and leave without being confronted with my presence.
The Boy welcomes me warmhearted and with a firm handshake he wishes me a swell 2017. His sister Bo hugs me, her boyfriend also grabs my hand and shakes it mumbling wishes.
We have a great afternoon with Princesses’ family. I feel at home because I like these generous and kind people. It is a world I don’t really know. I have no parents anymore and haven’t seen my sister for years.
My family, except for Princess, are only my two daughters.
We are the last ones to leave. Princess and I help doing the dishes.
Then we say goodbye.
We leave, Princess, Little Star and I.
We are kind of family already
I love them both. Star’s mother, Stella, feels like a daughter to me. I feel so much love for Princesses’ family.
For some reason I felt that Little Star was very affectionate to me too.
This is a family life I could get very used to. Unfortunately I’ll have to wait a few more years before this becomes a reality.
The transition between 2016 and 2017 was one of the best I ever had.
New Year’s eve and the following day were great, intense, cozy and then there were the good vibes and so much love.
Most of all I love my life with Princess.
I love the kinky world also. I can’t get enough of it. I can be whom I am.
Princess makes me feel free.
Princess and I are enjoying the PDN New Year’s Party.
So much love, friendship and delicious food.
Outside the huge tent I can hear the fireworks welcoming the new start, the new year already.
I am so fortunate.
Not only am I feasting with kindred spirits, some of them friends or almost.
I am truly blessed because I am celebrating with Princess. She means the world to me. Our love is so deep, so pure and the connection we share fathomless.
Listen, they are counting down already…
Ten, nine, eight, …
There is so much I wish for, hope for.
Sure, the world should definitively be a safer place. Unfortunately we are on a collision course on so many levels. War, global warming, (forced) migration, hunger, poverty, extremism, fanaticism, layoffs and what not.
Sometimes it is hard to find a shred of light in this seemingly overwhelming darkness. It can be very difficult to find something positive in this chaos that is out of our control.
I believe we should cherish every bit of happiness because it is the perfect antidote to all that bad-ass shit happening around us. So happiness, love and health is what I wish for. Not only for Princess and me and those whom we love and care for.
For you all, our readers and our real and virtual friends.
So Princess and I wish you all a happy and a good year, with health, love, sexiness and creativity.
A friend wrote me this in his wishes and I can’t agree more.
“Yesterday is the past, tomorrow a mystery. Today is a valuable gift so lets enjoy it at its fullest.”
I am so incredibly happy because I am with Princess. We are welcoming 2017 together with wonderful and kinky people. So much warmth, so much friendship, so much love.
Five, four, three, …
Oh boy, have to run. Sorry.
Midnight is just a few seconds away.
I am going to kiss Princess.
Believe me, she’ll feel fireworks in her heart and everywhere and so will I.
I will never ever stop kissing and loving Princess.
Until now Princess and I and The Stranger haven’t played yet. He is shy and insecure when it comes to doing something in public.
Yes, we rented a room a few weeks ago but then Princess got an intermediary period so we had to cancel that part.
Playing at the Club means agenda’s need to be synchronized. I told Princess I was a little afraid all this would lead to nothing, that the moment would die after the exhilaration has gone.
So I offered Princess 3 options in order to play and explore, the three of us, Princess, I and The Stranger.
We talked and discussed, weighing the pros and cons, Princess and I.
Like I said there were three options to choose from:
Play at The Stranger’s place. This we discarded because his place is unknown territory. Also I have no clue how spacious the place is, what the creative possibilities are and if it is possible to make noise like in spanking with the bare hand. Arriving at his place with my tools, setting up a scene, not impossible to do but I don’t like the idea.
On the other hand we can leave whenever we want.
Play at the club and rent a hotel room with The Stranger. Seemingly best overall solution.
We play in the room, go to the Dungeon and enjoy watching others play. If we feel like it we can go up to the room again and play some more.
The hotel room is just a room, not a playroom so BDSM activities are quite limited. We enter the room and I need to create a starting point for the scene. A challenge I am not afraid of.
The three of us travel to the club and back home in my car. Not ideal when things did not go as we thought they would. Highly improbable but one never knows.
Play at our place with The Stranger. Second best solution. We play a home match. Our living room has a suspension point and several attachment points, about 10 cm above the floor on the opposite walls. The large dining table can be used to tie somebody on it. I have my music, candles and everything else I need to create an atmosphere. Also I have all my tools within reach.
It is quite exciting too because The Stranger walks into a scene that is already in progress. On the other hand, we are inviting him into our private space, something Princess found difficult.
The Stranger can leave whenever he wants and when he does, we are at home already and that too is quite an advantage.
There is also another benefit of this option… My living room is quite chaotic so I need to clean and make extra place.
Past Saturday I dropped of 3 big bags filled with over 70 DVD movies and over a hundred music cd’s at a second-hand shop. I got 50 bucks I used to treat Princess on an evening in our favorite Club.
A week ago I had handed a bag with over 50 movies to Stella already.
This Wednesday I dropped 4 bags with over 100 VHS movies, a handful of music cd’s and quite some books at an organization. They receive everything for free, stuff is refurbished and sold for a very small price. This enables the organization to create jobs for people who cannot enter the regular labor market.
Princess and I considered and reconsidered the three options carefully and finally we decided to invite The Stranger at our place.
So there you have it.
Now all I have to do is fix a date.
Oh stupid me, done that already.
I pick Princess up at her place and we drive back home. My stomach is deranged and I don’t feel very well. Princess tells me she had the same experience during the day.
As I haven’t had supper yet I decide to make a protein shake. Then we dress and leave for PDN, our favorite club. The shake wasn’t a very good idea as the milk upsets my stomach even more and the spasms really hurt.
We are warmly greeted at the club. After paying the entrance fee we are invited to enjoy oysters and champagne on the house. They even asked a chef to do creative stuff with the seafood.
For Princess and I it is our first time. I’m reluctant because of my stomach but then decide to go for it.
Hell, I can only die once.
I try a raw oyster.
Not bad. The pink champagne mixes well with the taste already in my mouth. I try a warm one. The chef prepares them with cheese, mushrooms or other delicious stuff.
Some more champagne. People socialize, chat, laugh.
Oh boy, I love this place so much. Here I feel quite at home, like Norm in Cheers.
I guess I have at least 8 oysters but I prefer mussels though.
Princess and I mingle too, connecting with people is much easier here than in the Fetish Café in Antwerp.
I start a conversation with a man whom I guess is a couple of years younger. He presents himself as slave Serge. He is kind and I like him immediately. As a matter of fact, I saw him on a few previous gatherings at the club and we kind of connected each time with a friendly smile.
Serge explains how he is very new to the lifestyle. He always had submissive feelings but his wife did not want to hear about it. Then, about half a year ago, he kind of forced the discussion and now they play here at the Dungeon. A heartwarming story that shows, once again, that an open and honest communication helps, certainly if you understand that talking is also listening.
Then Princess joined the conversation and with her Jane, Serge’s wife.
I ate some more oysters and drank a little more champagne and my stomach calmed down.
We moved to the Dungeon where much activity was going on. I liked a rope bondage by a man whom added me as a friend on Fetlife just a few days ago. Later we spoke briefly, he too was rather new to the lifestyle.
Then we played, Princess and I.
She was deep into the scene when in the middle of the Dungeon a table was set up for a pop-up demonstration of fire cupping.
Soon everyone was following the demonstration while we were still playing a couple of meters further. It felt like having fun while 10 meters further somebody is reanimated.
I could not concentrate and I had intended to move to the whip but that had become impossible due to the nearby people watching the demonstration.
So I untied Princess and we watched the demonstration. Interesting but nothing more. I can’t imagine Princess going home with suction marks like that. I am always afraid when Princess leaves with marks. In the past her kids questioned her, asking if I abused her. I don’t want that to happen anymore.
After that we watched the others play and shortly after midnight we left.
For some reason I still can’t pinpoint we did not really connect.
On the other hand I do understand. There is quite some stuff going on in Princesses’ life, troubles with Stella, troubles with her youngest, Kay.
And then there is the developing menopause and its discomforts.
Maybe deep down, for a reason I am still unaware of, I was still feeling off-color.
Back home we made love. Hard, intense and with fathomless love.
We slept well.
In the morning we made love again.
Hard, intense and with fathomless love.
At 9:30 Kay texted her mother. Kay is Princesses’ youngest and suffering, since days, from a very painful infection. The medication does not help and the pain and the symptoms are increasing.
So I dropped Princess off at her place so she could take her daughter to the doctor.
Two hours later Princess texted me.
She was on her way to the ED department of a nearby hospital.
Later came the verdict. Kay was wrongly diagnosed and thus the treatment did not work. She’ll know for sure what it is exactly in a few days but the doctors have an idea. I had to look it up. It is very rare, even more in our region. It is also not so common that the disease affects a kid or a teenager but mostly people in their 3rd or 4th decade.
Our evening at PDN was different than usual but we connected with a few kind and interesting people. Today, Sunday, we interchanged a few messages via Fetlife and I am looking forward to meeting them again for drinks, a couple of laughs and interesting conversations.
Sunday was a busy day and not suited to evaluate or write in-depth about our experience past Saturday at PDN.
Sunday morning was spent with some hot loving and fucking. After cleaning up, damn period, we left my place, picked up Star and went to visit Stella who is in the hospital for a few days. Later that afternoon, back home alone, Little A. dropped by. Then I answered a text message from The Stranger. He wanted to know if Princess liked him sexually. Maybe I’ll have to kill him after all. Just joking folks.
I ended my day writing an account of our experience in The Dungeon.
I went to bed early.
We also phoned briefly, Princess and I. She too was exhausted. I know how she felt as I felt it too. Stella can really get under your skin and if you care it cuts even deeper.
Shortly after midnight I started feeling sick, nauseous, feverish. During those dark hours where being awake and dozing off danced with each other, where silly dreams messed with my sense for reality, I slowly started processing the evening with The Stranger more in-depth.
I’ll write them down in no particular order.
Looking back, I think it was good we started the way we did. No blindfolds and just some simple, almost non-existent touching by The Stranger.
One can rationalize but when you are confronted with reality it sometimes is quite a different ballgame. So I was happy to find out him touching Princesses’ breasts, stroking her inner thigh and helping me making her even hornier did not make me jealous in any way.
Au contraire, I liked it very much. Seeing how Princess enjoyed our touches made me realize this was very okay for both of us, Princess and I.
I believe this to be a huge step for us as couple.
Afterwards Princess confessed she would have enjoyed more because there was a sexual connection with The Stranger. Her confession made me very happy because it opens so much extra possibilities and fun for us, Princess and I, to experiment with sex (and BDSM).
I don’t feel jealous, threatened or insecure as I know we share something unique Princess or I won’t ever find elsewhere. No, I am not being presumptuous but I lived long enough to know what I want, need and desire.
Hell, with Princess I finally have it all. There is no grass that could be greener.
Not even in an afterlife.
And she knows it too.
Princess and I wish for an extra hand/dick/mouth that is available during a session in the club. We are, and Princess even more, exhibitionists. I am not sure this will be possible with The Stranger. We’ll play with him in private and I’ll help him overcome his issues.
I don’t run a charity project. So if after a reasonable time The Stranger is still unenthusiastic for playing in public, well, we’ll see. Maybe we’ll need to upgrade to The Stranger 2.0.
We missed that interaction but once again, we understand his reluctance.
Even if almost nothing sexual happened back home, spooning Princess, holding her warm and gorgeous body, I felt closer to her than before. The love I feel is more intense too.
I am not only happy but very grateful the steps we are taking are possible and something we both enjoy.
I am convinced and so is Princess this will tighten our connection even more. I believe giving each other sexual freedom is a precious gift.
The three of us watched other couples play. There was a submissive man with his partner and another woman. The women tortured him and inserted nightmarish stuff in his urethra. Another couple was engaged in needle play.
Then there was this couple that started to play and we left for the bar. I have seen skin ripped and bleed when touched by a whip. I have witnessed quite some interesting stuff. What they do, I cannot help, once again I do not judge, but abuse is something that always crosses my mind when I see them. I don’t know them so I can’t be sure.
Back in the bar we talked about BDSM, sex and other hot topics. It dawned to me that I was looking for something particular. Also I am not your everyday man with the traditional fantasies.
I love the idea to have an extra man so I can concentrate on expressing my Sadistic tendencies on Princesses’ willing body while I give that man directions in how to pleasure Princess. Looking at Princess being pleasured by another man is something that gives me an incredible intense and deep satisfaction.
On the other hand, even while I know Princess and I are open to very much, the idea of me, Princess as an alpha-submissive and another woman does not appeal to my fantasy.
We are getting acquainted with this couple Paul and Mary. I wrote about them here.
It is clear Paul has set his mind on Princess. He and I spoke briefly past Saturday and I asked him, isn’t she gorgeous? He smiled and said yes in a way he was already imagining fucking Princess.
I like teasing Paul because I have a few fantasies of my own when it comes to him and Mary.
Paul and Mary are also swingers so a 2 couples BDSM-scene ending with swapping wives for example is not something unimaginable.
Yet in my mind’s eye all I can see is Princess, me and Paul in some grand hot and erotic scene. Mary playing a role in a woman/woman scene is hot too. The only thing that does not pop up in my mind’s eye or fantasy, is me fucking Mary. Yet she is a looker, hot and gorgeous.
I am not daft either. If Princess would be lying in a swing and Paul fucking her, snapping his fingers and say, go ahead already, fuck Mary and Princess would scream in between moans “go for it you big boy and show her how it is done”, I won’t hesitate. Not even for a split second.
But a Franco-Princess-Female threesome is not on my bucket list really.
Most men would die for a threesome with 2 women but I prefer to live a little longer.
I have no idea why. Yet with Princess I am sure I could pull it off. It is not a priority though.
A thought just occurred. I would love a 2F in an intense BDSM scenario where Princess enjoys the other F but I only get to fuck Princess while the other F watches or arouses Princess even more. But I definitively love to Dominate a second woman. No sex though.
I really should take about this with my (non-existent) therapist.
Meeting without one being blindfolded like in the original scenario is a good thing too. Now we know we visually and sexually like each other and makes what comes easier.
Imagine Princess one day seeing him for the first and yelling at me “and you made me fuck and suck that gruesome guy? Holy shit, I need a zillion baths with holy water to cleanse myself and then I’ll apply to become a full-time lesbian. You’ll never see me again.”
I don’t watch porn alone that often. When I do it is almost always some gang-bang kind of thing, or a few guys and a helpless woman. Okay, I do watch an occasional bisexual movie too but I find it to be less arousing.
Princess and I love the older Upper Floor clips and watch them sometimes while cuddling in bed.
Obviously Princess and I agreed to practice safe sex at all times. We also agreed we would never engage in any sexual activity without the presence of the other.
BDSM should always be the main story line. An open communication is even more important when you open your relationship but we are very skilled in this area.
My ideal scenario? Enter the club, have a few drinks and then move to the Dungeon. I would play with Princess and The Stranger would be my sidekick.
Then I would fade-out/fade-in the scene to me Dominating The Stranger with Princess as my alpha-sub and apprentice top.
Finishing the evening with a hot and intense threesome in one of the luxurious rooms of the club would be mighty fine. Hell, I would not mind spending the night there and have Princess wake up between two naked men both with an enormous boner.
Ordinary sex, just for the fun of a cheap fuck is not and will never be our goal.
There is more but for the time being this is all what I could come up with.
After an introduction and a few forewords, we finally were able to write Chapter One.
Princess and I picked up The Stranger at the parking lot. I introduced my Eternal Love to he who could become my/our lust slave.
On our way to the club, a 45’ drive, we talked and Princess did her very best to make him feel comfortable, something I highly appreciated. When we arrived, we all felt relaxed and I could sense a sexual connection between The Stranger and Princess.
We entered the club and I liked how they looked at us and I could imagine their fantasies emerging.
In the club we are known to be an intense couple with a BDSM play that is quite different from the rope stuff and harsh spankings. There is Dominance, SM and surrender from Princess when, after playing, after the care, she crawls around me, sometimes begging for release and riding my leg as dog in heat.
I led Princess and The Stranger to an empty alcove in the bar and made sure Princess sat in between us. I made him get our drinks so he could overcome his fear and uneasiness. This is how I found out The Stranger would go a long way to carry out a command.
We sipped from our wine and then I took them to the Dungeon and showed him around. The place was rather empty but there was some needle play going on. Made me remind how I detest the odor of Dettol.
Then it was playtime and I did my usual stuff with Princess. I ordered The Stranger to get my bag with toys. He had to walk through the Dungeon and back, all eyes on him. A good exercise in self-confidence.
I ordered Princess to undress in front of us.
Hell, I do own a very sexy, gorgeous and beautiful woman.
People had followed us to the Dungeon, intrigued by “the couple” with “the guy”. As The Stranger did feel uncomfortable they did not get the show they had hoped for.
Princess blindfolded, naked except for her undies, arms up tied to the hoist, I invited him to touch her. He refused. Too many people in the room.
So we played, Princess and I. Clothespins, mental Domination, intense flogging. The harsh whipping left marks but I knew Princess needed an unforgiving approach because of all the difficult stuff she had been dealing with, Stella mainly, these past few days.
About two hours later I called it a day and led Princess to the couch and made her sit in between us. As I requested The Stranger put the fleece around Princess while she crawled against me and I soothed and held her.
Twenty minutes later I pushed her right leg over his and her left leg over mine and started playing with her pussy. She was still wearing a panty and with her stay-ups that was all the clothes she had on her.
I asked The Stranger to caress her inner thigh and once again he said no.
Shortly after, the people sitting on the couch next to him, left and then he did what I asked, playing with her breasts, stroking her thigh. I would have wanted more passion, more intensity but I was aware this was a good as it would get.
Princess enjoyed being touched by two men. The Stranger seemed flabbergasted when I started spanking Princesses’ pussy. I also used a vibrator and at a certain point in time I asked if he would take over. Sadly, he said no again but I could notice the huge bulge in his jeans.
If he would not have been that uptight I would have ordered Princess to liberate his cock and suck him.
Instead I made her suck mine. I noticed how he hardly dared to look or watch at us.
I understand and respect. All this is new to him. The Stranger has another personality. I did not want to force him either or make him feel uncomfortable.
We enjoyed watching two women play with a man. The urethral devices the inserted looked horrendous. Yet their fun was contagious and they knew we were looking and with subtitle eye contact they showed us they liked the attention.
Back in the bar we had some more drinks. Princess talked with The Stranger, I talked with a transgender.
Then we drove back home. We talked, we had a good time.
Back home we said goodbye.
Ten minutes later, in bed, Princess and I discussed the evening. We both found it to be a good start. My Love told me she would have been open to more and I told her I found it so hot when The Stranger touched her, played with her breasts, her nipples. I did not feel jealous or threatened in any way. I know what we have, share, Princess and I.
There is only one downside. The Stranger told us he preferred to play in a private setting. We respect that and we do understand. Playing in a safe setting is not a problem and I am pretty sure The Stranger will be asked.
But deep in our hearts Princess and I prefer that an occasional male play partner would play with us in the Dungeon too. We both enjoy to know we are being watched.
I am not sure this will be possible with The Stranger. I am not looking for someone who only wants to play in a private setting. Princess and I have also our needs. We are exhibitionists too. We want someone to play with us also in public.
Anyways, we had a great evening, the three of us. Also I am very happy I was able to introduce The Stranger to the world of real-life BDSM and I know, understand and respect this is not an easy step for everybody. Some scenes can be hard for a newbie to witness.
Writing this blogpost makes me understand what I missed during our play yesterday.
One needs to make hay while the sun shines.
That is what I did.
The Stranger, feeling guilty about letting us down a couple of weeks ago, now very disappointed, told me yesterday evening, he wanted to come with us this evening.
“We are going to the Dungeon,” I warned him because of his fear to enter the place.
“I know. I want to cum come. Please?”
“Okay, you’ll be my guest. We’ll take it easy, have a couple of drinks in the bar, show you around.”
“Great. Thank you,” he sighed, relieved.
“Beware, Princess and I will be playing though. There will be spanking and other stuff because she needs it more than ever. You can watch us, watch others. I won’t ask you anything, won’t make you do anything.”
Earlier this afternoon I reminded Princess that in this scenario none of us would wear a blindfold while driving to PDN. Well, certainly not me.
“Okay,” she said. “But because my nether regions are not available does not mean we cannot play in any other way,” she added.
Hell, isn’t my Princess a little horny slut? I like her like that. I like it very much.
“So you’ll see him from the very start,” I said again.
“Works for me.”
“I’ll check with you before we go to the playroom if there is a connection with The Stranger. I want to be sure you are okay with it.”
She nodded. There was nothing else to add. Princess knows she can tell me everything. She trusts her like I trust Princess with my life.
I’ll let The Stranger adapt to the situation, I’ll make him feel comfortable, I’ll make sure he feels okay and comfy.
After that I’m pretty sure he’ll be into the game and if he does not, well, I guess there will be many other occasions in a near future.
I am very excited and happy.
I hope he’ll become the lust slave he wants to be. I hope he’ll be our lust slave for a while.
At 20:30 sharp The Stranger will text me and Princess and I will pick him up on a parking lot nearby. Princess and The Stranger will meet.
I cross my fingers and hope there will be some sexual tension between them.
Let’s rewind to Friday in the evening, November 18
Princess phones me. She is distressed as she had a day in hell. It is all about Stella who managed to get herself into quite some trouble. Nothing that can’t be fixed but it will leave, mainly mental, traces for sure.
Fuck, I wish I could drive over to Princesses’ place, just to hold her for a few minutes, to sooth her. But I can’t. I am not allowed by her young adult kids. After little over 5 years my feelings have moved from respect, understanding and empathy to frustration and anger to indifference and finally contempt.
Princess also checked with her physician and she told Princess not to worry as an interim period is quite normal.
“I wish we could go to the Club tomorrow,” she sighs. “But we can’t if I have to babysit Star.”
“I understand,” I say.
“I let you know later on, Milord. Maybe one of my kids wants to babysit.”
Half an hour later Princess phones me again. The Boy is willing to babysit.
I like to have a Plan B when there is an important Plan A.
The Stranger was extremely disappointed when I told him about Code Red but I stayed in close contact with him. Plan B you know.
When Princess confirmed we could go to the club, just to play and sooth her with intense sadism, oh boy, I am already licking my lips, I told her if she would mind if The Stranger tagged along. I explained the pitfall as I did to The Stranger.
Princess said okay.
I then mailed The Stranger and got his okay too.
Plan B is now the new Plan A.
I love planning stuff but having to re-plan, find other solutions for a given problem/situation makes my mind orgasm.