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Thoughts – June 9, 2017

I haven’t written much lately so I wanted you to know everything is rolling smooth.

When  it comes to BDSM Princess and I have been keeping a low profile. This  means no spanking, no suspension and no floor-suspension. We haven’t visited PDN, our favorite club, in weeks either.

We are not fed up with playing but for the moment it is not a good idea. The only thing I wish to add is that it has nothing to do with us as couple in the broadest sense of the word.

When we make love, or fuck, it is rough and hot and hard. Sometimes I tie my love to the bed or restrain her in some way. I use clothespins or the wheel of pain or find other ways to give Princess her much needed mix of pleasure and pain. Pinching and scratching and biting work well too.

A  few days ago I contacted The Stranger and after a few mails to and fro  we picked a date for a play date. If all goes well Princess  and I will enjoy a threesome in less than two weeks. Now that’s  something to look forward to.

Our adventures with The Stranger are our first steps on a path that will finally lead us to the world of swingers. Not as something we’ll be doing on a regular base but more as a niche activity.

We  have been talking and fantasizing a lot about it. Princess surprised me  with a few fantasies about how she would enjoy an evening  at a swinger’s club. They are sizzling hot, believe me.

One  night, a few days ago, I was lying in bed thinking about what Princess  said and played with it in my mind. Then I came up a daunting  “what if” scenario. With some effort I could pull it off in real life and I’m sure Princess would love it. About a year or so ago we came pretty close to a variation of this fantasy.

I’m not going to tell Princess though. Instead I’m chewing on the idea, building on it, shaping it further until everything falls in place. I’m  thinking it would make a very erotic and thrilling short story.

Since I got my Kobo Aura One e-reader I’ve been reading a lot. Bukowski, Houellebecq, Hemingway, King to name only a few. The more I read the more I want to write. The danger lies in copycatting  style or ideas. As long as I am aware of this I should be fine.

Princess and I talked and discussed about our future plans in-depth. There is still something that puzzles me. I love Princess more than life. Princess is my breath and my heartbeat and my everything. I respect her and I care for her so much.

Yet I cannot start to describe how much I enjoy our threesome. Holding Princess in my arms and kissing her while The Stranger fucks her is mind-blowing. It pushes all my buttons. Hard. It is a visual fest and makes my mind orgasm in so many ways.

It makes my ejaculation nothing more than a mere mindless spitting on the floor.

Princess too finds it an awesome experience that carries her away in an avalanche of pure sex. Princess wants for nothing. Yet it exists her knowing The Stranger is going to fuck her hard under my direction.

The fantasies Princess shared with me about what could happen in a swinger’s club made me smile. They are so fucking slutty.

I’m thinking of giving Princess an assignment. It would be great if she would find the time to write about how she experienced our threesome so far. There is the pleasure of being used but I’m sure there is more.

Anyway, half an hour ago we phoned like we do every evening when we are not together.

I’m sure I’ll be writing very soon about rope and impact play again. Tomorrow evening we’ll be at PDN, our favorite BDSM club.

 

 

 

 

Thoughts – May 19, 2017

In less than 10 days I’ll be 58. This morning a (female) colleague of mine thought I was 48, maybe 50.
I felt flattered.

My colleague is 58 already but seems much older. Hell, I don’t like her really. I’d rather kill myself than fuck her, even if we would be Adam and Eve. Even in the fucking Garden of Eden.

My colleague knows that. I don’t care what people think (of me). What she thinks.

I don’t fake.
So I guess her honesty must be true. That makes her a good woman. She’s married so I’m happy in the end someone is fucking her.

I had planned a torrid, sexy, pornographic Saturday evening. Princess, I (my camera) and The Stranger.
I wanted to play with The Stranger too. Manipulating his cock, using rope to tease his privates. Force him on his knees and shove my cock deep down his throat. Exploring and, no pun intended, deepening my experience as a heteroflexible man.

Make him lick Princess while I hold her. Princess sucking us both. Princess being fucked by us both.
Princess being double fucked by Me and The Stranger.
The three of us simply enjoying the pleasure of sex.

You know, the kind of erotic shit people dream about while fingering or jerking off in the darkness of their bedroom but are afraid to experience because they feel it is emotionally to complicated.

Yet I had to call it off. A lumbago fucked her over. Walking is a disaster, like sleeping.
And fucking.

Princess is not in a condition to be thrown around between two horny men. Let alone being double fucked.

When we make love we take in account the positions that are the least painful. I don’t mind though. I don’t need to come to enjoy my cock being buried deep in Princess’s pussy or ass. It is about the connection, physically or mentally.

But now fucking Princess means being considerate, taking it easy. Being careful.

So a second man is not a good idea now. The two of us, Me and The Stranger, would be too much.

This evening

Saturday, 12:30

I went shopping this morning. Well, it is something I do every Saturday.  Yogurt to take with me at work, bananas and other stuff.
I rarely make a list of what I need. So I forgot to get some sugar for my coffee. Not a drama, I can do perfectly without it.

I got a bottle of excellent red wine, a Merlot. Oh yes, and a box of 12 rubbers. Durex Feel Sensual with extra lube. Princess does not need that extra lube but, well, I have something special in mind. Like in double penetration.

The young female cashier, obviously a student worker, blushed when she scanned the product and avoided eye-contact. It made me smile.

Back home I lifted the heavy mattress from our bed. Fastened some screws but was unable to find out why that damned bed is creaking that hard when we fuck.

Lowered the mattress again, jumped on the bed making some fuck-movements. Not sure if the squeaking is gone though.

I emptied the living room dinner table. It has the perfect height for some hard fucking.

Just received a call from my slave. He’s sneezing and his voice coarse. He works outside mainly and this past week has been cold, warm and cold and then false warm like sun but a chilly wind.
What a bummer.
He can’t come.
He tells me he is sorry. I understand. No problem albeit I was, we were, looking forward to this hot evening. And a second threesome.

So it is plan B for this evening.
We are going to the club for an intense play evening. Meet with some friends, have a few drinks. Do some spanking and flogging, you know, the kind you can’t do at home if you don’t want the local SWAT-team busting your door.

Princess, I and Princess, I and The Stranger meet again – Part Two – Threesome

I cuffed Princess and took her to the bedroom. Laid her on the bed and blindfolded her.
Then went back to the living room where The Stranger was still trying to coil rope.
“Come,” I said.
He knew what was going to happen next.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And so does Princess?”
“Yes we are both sure. Come.”
The Stranger followed me to the bedroom.

“Put on a rubber,” I told him and gave him the box, “and don’t let us wait.”
I dropped my boxer short and got on the bed.
While The Stranger was fumbling nervously with the condom I grabbed Princess by her ankles and spread-eagled her. Except for the garter belt, the stockings, the leather cuffs, her collar and the blindfold she was naked.
Then with roughness I pulled her towards me and mounted her. This was not about making love but about enjoying a good and memorable fuck.

For me it was about being a voyeur sitting on the front row in the best seat available. For Princess about being used, broadening her horizon. Of course it was not limited to these reasons only.
The Stranger got on the bed too. I quickly looked at his dick to make sure protection was in place.
Then I pulled back, laid next to Princess, pushed her legs even wider open with my foot.
Invited him in.

He pushed his cock against her while Princess lifted her hips. Watching him slide his cock deep in the woman I love beyond reason, noticing how Princesses’ legs clenched around his hips and seeing her breasts dance on the pace of his relentless trusts was maddening.
I kept my hand on her cheek, caressed her head while kissing her, making sure she knew I was very close.
“Off,” I growled.
He pulled back, I slid in.
After a few hard trusts we switched.
We went on and on while Princess was fighting against an orgasm.

The Stranger mounted her again. I pulled her blindfold of Princesses’ face and we watched each other.
“Cum for me,” I whispered.
I watched her cum, her beautiful eyes closed, then opened again. A long sigh, a scream and then she came. Her gaze changed as if she had witnessed, for a millisecond, heaven.

Oh boy, it was so intense. There is no way I can begin to describe how it felt.
We went on and on. Fucked Princess in turn. Hard. No mercy. Just banging her. Using Princess. Fucking Princess.

The Slave surprised me when he asked me, non-verbal, to do it doggy style.

I freed Princess from her cuffs and ordered her to turn around.

Soon she was looking at me, her ass high up, The Stranger’s hands firmly holding her hips and then grabbing her butt while trusting like a madman.

From my point of view this was the hottest thing I’ve even seen. Princess had become a total slut, enjoyed the hard fuck and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of her, her look filled with pleasure and hotness.
Just before she came again she whispered ‘I love you.’
I know, Princess, I really know and I would die for you.
While The Stranger fucked my love from behind I made Princess suck me. Afterwards she told me that was even hotter than being fucked by two men. Servicing two men at the same time was an intense experience.
Once again we switched. I fucked Princess while Princess sucked The Stranger’s cock.

This was sex and pleasure and enjoyment at its purest. The culmination of a year of preparation. The ultimate proof of trust. Or love. Or both. Whatever.
It was absolutely heaven, maddening, hot and so much more. And so beautiful on sop many levels, both spiritual as physical.
I had been playing and topping The Stranger. I had been playing with Princess and then engaged in a threesome.
Slowly it started to take its toll. I felt myself sliding into another mindset where watching and enjoying prevailed over everything else. I could not get hard anymore. I did not care. I was getting so much out of this and so did Princess.
“Milord, don’t you think The Stranger should be rewarded with a release?”
Princess was damn right. What a host was I to expect The Stranger not to enjoy an orgasm while Princess had almost drowned in her own orgasms?
“You can come, slave,” I said. “Fuck her doggy style and let yourself go.”
“On your knees, Princess and let my slave cum.”
I played with myself while I held Princess with my other arm.
I watched his fingers buried deep in her hips. I drowned in Princesses’ eyes filled with lust.

He fucked Princess as if it was the last thing he’d ever do.
The Stranger found my eyes when he whispered he was going to cum.
His face changed, his jaw clenched. The Stranger threw his head backward and screamed against the ceiling, against god while he ejaculated deep in Princesses’ belly.
She came too, heavily panting and a smile on her face as if she had seen god himself.
The Stranger pulled back. The tip of his rubber filled with his sperm.
Princess fell into my arms.
We kissed.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
She smiled.
Then it was over.
We lay there for about twenty minutes.
The three of us.

Then I made clear he had to go.
We said goodbye.
I closed the door.
We were alone again, Princess and I.
I fucked her.
Over and over.
Made her mine again.

Princess is mine.
And I am Princesses’.
When I turned the lights out Princess was already asleep.
The poor thing was exhausted.
It had been a maddening, unique and intense experience.
I held Princess in my arms while I too skidded into the oblivion of sleep.
While I whispered how much I loved her.

Maybe next time…

 

Princess, I and The Stranger meet again – Part One

Saturday, February 4.

Finally we were to meet again for a much anticipated play-evening at my place.

Most of the afternoon I spend getting everything ready. Then, at 7 pm, I picked up Princess at her place.

I asked Princess to put on her black stockings with the red top and backseam. A garter belt of course and a sexy yet very cheap black thong.

“No bra, Milord?”
“Not really, but I’ll make you a breast harness with the Semenawa rope.”
“Oh boy,” she sighed.

Princess loves the harsh rope on her skin and I made sure it was a tight bondage. I left her arms free.
When I grabbed her breasts and moved and massaged them gently Princess could feel the intensity of the rope.
I’ll be using this rope more in the future because it brings Princess in a particular head space and creates a feeling of helplessness.

Then The Stranger arrived. He had brought a little something for Princesses’ birthday. Very thoughtful.

We drank some wine, talked and then he showed me his slave hood he had bought on a well know Chinese site.

It was from imitation leather, well finished and seemingly high quality too. A gag-ball in the form of a small penis could be stuck in the mouth-opening. The opening for the eyes could also be covered. No opening at the nose so air needed to be sucked in via the mouth opening. How on earth somebody could breathe with the gag ball in place puzzled me very much.
The Stranger told me he had already put it on once but it became quickly very hot in there.

It was time to play.
The only restriction I gave Princess and The Stranger was that they were not allowed to cum without my permission.

Then I ordered The Stranger to strip, allowing him to keep his boxer shorts on. While he undressed Princess and I watched.

I did a first rope session, a reverse box tie, and then I put on his slave hood and made some photographs.

Then I undid the bondage and tied a normal box tie. Made some photographs again. I guess we were 20 minutes in the scene. Suddenly The Stranger, sitting on his knees started swinging back and forth.
“I don’t feel well,” he muttered.
I undid him from his hood as quick as I could. I’m sure he would have fainted otherwise.

The slave in color

He was sweating very hard so I dipped his face with some tissue paper. Gave him water to drink.
“I think this slave mask is not such a good idea,” he smiled.

I gave The Stranger some time to recover.

Then we continued the scene.
I made him stand up, still tied in a box tie. Now The Stranger was wearing a simple blindfold.

There was this enormous bulge in his boxer short.
I sat next to Princess on the couch and sipping some wine.
“Be a good girl and help him out of his undies,” I told her.
She stood up.
“Do it sexy, Princess. Pleasure my eyes.”

I loved watching Princess being sexy, letting her hands dance over his skin and then slowly pulling down his boxer short.

She came back and sat down next to me.
“You did well, Princess”, I said and got up.

I held his cock in my fist for a while, moving my hand up and down in a very slow pace. His cock felt warm and surprisingly soft. The Stranger is very well hung and even if I know that size does not matter I felt a little intimidated.

I grabbed some 3mm (3/32”) rope and weaved a cock cage. Halfway I stopped to make eye-contact with Princess. She was lying leisurely on the couch and masturbating while she watched me play with his cock and rope.

“Take a rubber, Princess and bring it to me.”
I ripped the package open and slid the rubber over his hard cock.

“On your knees, Princess. I want you to suck my slave.”

Princess got on her knees and started sucking him as if her life depended on it. Then I dropped my pants and soon Princess was serving us both.

“Only him now,” I growled and pulled up my pants again.
Got on my knees and helped Princess. This is really as far as I would go with a man. Strange because licking his nipples or kissing would be a bridge too far already.

I stopped the scene when The Stranger was on the brink of an orgasm.

We took five, while I untied him. Gave him attention and care and then I did an extensive bondage on Princess.

February 4, 2017
Preparing a play-evening at our place

With my knife I cut away her panty and while I tortured her breasts with clothes pins and then with hot wax The Stranger used the fuck stick on Princess. I gave him the vibrator to and soon Princess was fighting an orgasm.

I kissed Princess and made sure she knew I was close and near.
“Give me an orgasm,” I whispered.
It was an intense release.

“Thank you Milord,” Princess sighed.

I looked at my slave, The Stranger, pointed to my tongue and then to her pussy and made him clear I wanted him to lick Princess.

With much enthusiasm The Stranger went down on Princess and then, after a short while, I took his place and then we swapped again and we did so until the love of my life came again.

We had been playing for almost 2 hours and a half.

My slave and Princess both seemed happy, content and satisfied and hungry for what was to follow.

I untied Princess, held her close, felt her hear beating as mad.
Kissed her.

“Are you ready for what we have been talking about?” I whispered.
“Yes, I am, Milord.”
“Sure?” I insisted.
“Yes, I am very sure. I want to experience and share this with you.”

“Okay. Be a good girl now and coil the rope.”

I went to our bedroom. Lit the candles. Made sure there was plenty of kitchen roll and condoms.
Adjusted the lights.

February 4, 2017
Preparing a play-evening at our place

Back in the living room Princess chuckled The Stranger had given her an assignment by proposing to coil the rope while I was off to the bedroom. Later she told me he sucked at it but simply wanted to do something useful.

I cuffed Princess and took her to the bedroom. Laid her on the bed and blindfolded her.

Then went back to the living room where The Stranger was still trying to coil rope.

“Come,” I said.
He knew what was going to happen next.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes.”

“And so does Princess?”
“Yes we are both sure. Come.”

He followed me to the bedroom.

Oh boy. This was going to be a first one. Not only for Princess but for us as a couple.

To be continued

The slave in black & white

 

The submission of The Stranger – An evening with The Stranger – Part 2

I check my troops. They are alive and kicking and happy as a bee.
Princess is still hungry for more. Being penetrated by a/The Stranger using a fuck stick was already a first one for my love and a very intimate act.
And also hot to witness.

Princess is still lying on the floor, covered with a fleece. The Strangers is still seated on the church chair waiting for my next move.

I take another small sip of the delicious wine. I am ready to grab the steering wheel again and to navigate use trough even more uncharted territory.

“Get up and sit on the couch,” I order Princess.
“Slave, undress yourself. You are allowed to keep your boxer shirt on. Enjoy that feeling as long as it lasts.”

He complies.
“Now turn around and face Princess. Then get on your knees,” I bark these short commands.

Once again he obeys.

“Light out,” I whisper and slide a blindfold over his eyes. For a brief instant my fingers hover over his naked shoulders. I can feel the warmth of his skin.

I grab some rope and tie him up with a tight and simple box-tie. This is the first time I am tying up somebody else. I am enjoying it and I feel like king of the world. Princess observes me closely.

“Done.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. Indeed, his skin is warm, a little humid. I like what it does with me.
I catch Princesses’ eye.

Without any hesitation I grab the bulge in his boxer shirt. It feels so natural, so right, so good as my fingers embrace his still hidden cock. This is so very new to me yet it feels like I’ve done it a zillion times already. His sighs when he feels my touch are so arousing.

I extend my hand to Princess and then move my hand to The Stranger in a wordless inviting gesture.

Princess gets up and comes over, kneels in front of The Stranger.
She looks at me.
I smile and tell Princess to explore and enjoy.

She touches his small nipples, licks them, while I hold my hand on his shoulder. She grabs a pair of clothes pins and puts them on the little knobs. Her hands slide over his shoulders, breast, stomach. Slides over the now even more obvious bulge. Exploring a new male body for the first time in over five years.

Princess shows no hesitation either when she pulls down his underwear thus exposing his cock. She grabs it, pumps it slowly.
God, this is mesmerizing.

Her hands embrace his balls while I grab his cock. It is soft yet hard and warm. I move my fist up and down and he groans with pleasure. For the first time in 57 years I’m holding another cock in my hand and it feels great and pleasurable.

Princess takes over while I caress his balls.

“More?” I ask Princess.
“Yes Milord, I would like more,” her voice low, her eyes glistening with lust.

I get a strawberry taste condom, tear the foil and carefully roll it over The Strangers cock.
Then I grab it and with my other hand I grab Princesses’ ponytail and push them together until they connect.

She takes his cock like the hungry slut she is. Deep throating him as an addict who has been without a shot for days.

Princess sucks him as if her life depends on it. The Stranger moans and groans while I knead his balls.

“Let me try, Princess,” I growl while I grab his cock. Once again I don’t feel any reluctance, only lust and pleasure while I suck his cock, make my tongue work.
Then I hand it over to Princess again.
Get next to him and make her suck me too. She does, but then forgets I’m there and goes on with his cock.

I grab my camera a shoot some footage. What I am seeing, what I am experiencing is, well, overwhelming and mind-blowing are simply understatements. I never expected this would be so intensely mind changing and my mind seems to orgasm continually.

Soon The Strangers is begging for release.
I tell Princess to stop. She obeys reluctantly and pulls up his boxer shirt. I pull it back down to pull of the rubber.

The we sit on the sofa again, Princess and I, sipping wine and looking at The Stranger, kneeling in front of us.

“Want more?”
“Oh yes Milord,” she sighs.

I grab the roll of plastic wrap.
“Let me do it Milord, please?”
“Okay,” I smile.

She wraps the thin but strong plastic foil around his chest, including his arms pressed to his sides. I order her to stop just above the waistband.

Then I lead The Stranger to the bedroom, tip him over on the bed. It is covered with a mattress protector. No sheets or pillows. I pull off his underwear and wrap extra band around his legs.

Then I go back to the living room and sit next to Princess.
We take our time, enjoy the wine.

“The Stranger?”
“Oh yes, he is lying on our bed. Hell I almost forgot. Glad you mentioned him, Princess”. Hell we are so good at this.

I walk Princess to our bedroom.

I sit on the bed, reach for his cock. It is soft.

Princess looks at me.
“Need relief?” I ask.

“Yes I do, Milord.”

“Get on the bed then, girl, and push that hot pussy of yours on his face.”

Moments later Princess is riding his face.

I stroke her back gently while masturbating The Stranger. It does not take long before Princess is heavily moaning again.
“Is he any good?” I ask her.
“Ohh yes, Milord.”

I suppress her words with a long and hot kiss.
“Can I come?”
“No.”
“Please Milord? Please please?”
“Get off him now, girl.”

I grab The Stranger’s cock. It is hard and throbbing for release.

“You want more, little slut of mine?”
“Yes Milord. I do. Please give me more.”
Oh I love it so much when she begs.

I pull a rubber over his cock.
“Fuck him, Princess. Ride him. Ride him good. Make me proud.”

A hesitation maybe, just a millisecond.
Then Princess mounts The Stranger and sinks down over his cock. Rides him. Rides him hard. Giving it all she has.

Princess fucks The Stranger hard. The sight of it overpowering, sheer beauty and hotness.

“I came to soon, I’m sorry,” he sobs suddenly.

Princess gets off him, the rubber’s container is filled with his jizz.
Wow, what a sight! Another man came in my Princess. Holy cow, how hot is that?

With a paper towel I pull of his rubber and dispose of it. Then I push Princess on her back and while she is masturbating him I fuck Princess. But then I can’t. I can’t get hard.

Maybe I got way too much stimuli.

The Stranger wants to leave; he needs to get up early for work.
No after moment but I understand.

When he is gone I try to fuck Princess again but again I can’t get hard enough.
Sigh.

Then we lie on the bed, I masturbate and Princess licks my nipples. I concentrate very hard and finally I find the much-needed release.
But ejaculating hurts.

It was a sign already of a cystitis in development, peaking on Thursday.
What does not kill us makes us stronger.

We all enjoyed the evening. It was grand, cool, sexy, erotic, sensual, hot and all you want. Princess and I pushed stretched our limits and we are now able to extend our play scenes even more.

I feel closer to Princess than ever.

Oh yes, I learned quite a bit too. But that is for another post.

The Stranger on display for Princess
The Stranger on display for Princess

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The submission of Princess – An evening with The Stranger – Part 1

December 6, Somewhere in Belgium…

We are sitting on the sofa, enjoying a glass of wine, Princess and I. I have chosen a delicious Cabernet Sauvignon.
We talk for a while. We are excited and pleasantly revved up. Princess likes what I have done with our living room. Toys are on display and a bamboo carpet thing covers a foam based floor covering. Music is playing, candles are lit.

I put my glass down and Princess mirrors my gesture.
“Come,” I say while I get up.
I lead Princess to the dining table where I have some stuff I want her to wear.

“Undress and put these on. I help you with some stuff when you are finished.”

I take the blindfold, the cuffs, the gag ball and the plug and sit down again while I watch Princess undress. Carefully she slides the stay ups over her delicious legs, gets into the black panties and finishes dressing with the black T-shirt.
She smiles and walks over to me.
I get up and put on her collar, the cuffs, the gag ball.
“Be a good girl now and bend over,” I tell her.
I push down her panties and lubricate the butt plug with my saliva. It slides in swiftly.
Good girl, she is so very ready for what I have in mind.

“Lights are going out,” I whisper while pulling the blindfold gently over her head.
“You’re okay?”
Princess nods.

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I walk her to the horizontally hanging bamboo pole hanging and help her hands so she can grab it.
I pull up her T-shirt and panties down and start warming Princess up. Some soft flogging to start with and then slowly moving to the heavier stuff. Soon Princesses’ behind colors deep red.
A beautiful and breath-taking sight.

I feel great, very Domly too.
There is one thing though. Even if I haven’t been drinking that much I need to go to the loo more often than usual. I check with Princess if she isn’t feeling cold. She doesn’t. I feel chilly.

Ping says my Samsung J5. The Stranger is right on time.
Quickly I pull down Princesses’ T-shirt, select Jocelyn Pook’s Masked Ball on my playlist and open the door for him to enter.

I grab Princess by the jaw.
“Are you feeling horny yet?”
She mumbles something desperate and a strand of drool is getting ready to leave the surface of the gag ball and start its long fall down to the floor.
God this is so hot.

Then I grab the whip and torment Princess even more.

He makes no noise, The Stranger, when he enters the living room. I extend my hand and point to the church chair. He sits down.

The Stranger did his best to be as silent as possible but I sense Princess knows he has arrived. It is a small detail I overlooked. I should have asked him not to put on aftershave.
Oh well.

I stop whipping.
“Did you have enough already?” I ask, my hand firmly on her jaw.
Some indistinct mumbling.
“Need some relief?”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Good girl,” I reply and smack her cheek.

I pour some wine in a glass and hand it to The Stranger. I get my own and we toast, The Stranger and I.

Some tools for our evening with The Stranger
Some tools for our evening with The Stranger

I grab my bandage scissors. I have them always within reach when we play with rope.

“Are you ready for some relief, my little horny slut,” and slap her in the face once again.
“Mmmm.”
“I’ll take that for a yes?”

I find Princesses’ nipple through the fine fabric of the cheap T-shirt, roll it, stiffen it. Pinching it with between my thumb and index I let it slip away holding just the fabric. Carefully I cut away the top of the cone I have formed. I do the same with the other nipple. They are now fully exposed, in contrast with the surrounding black clothing.

I move to Princesses’ back, grab her ponytail with one hand and with the other I invite The Stranger to come over and play with her nipples.
Soon she is making all the rights sounds while I hold her firmly against me, pulling her head backward a little, the other on her stomach.

“Sit,” I order The Stranger.

I turn to Princess.
“Want more?”
“Mmmm…”
“What, I don’t understand a word you are mumbling.”
“Mmmmm…”

I pull the gag ball a little out of her mouth.
“What were you saying?”
“I want more, Milord. Please?”
“You are on hell of a horny slut,” I reply and put the ball back in place.

Using the scissors again I make a small cut in the collar of the T-shirt and in one swift move I tear it open, exposing her upper body, leaving the fabric hanging over her shoulders.

“Enjoy yourself with her tits,” I say to The Stranger.

He gets up and grabs her breasts, kneading them, play with her nipples, taste them, sucks them.

I take a few steps back and observe. Oh boy, the sensation, the excitement of experiencing this. It is absolutely mind-blowing.
Princess is enraged, moans and squirms.

“Enough for now”, I tell The Stranger.

I walk over to Princess and cut open the sleeves of the T-shirt. It falls useless on the ground. Pull away the gag ball, no need for that anymore. From now on I want to hear every sound she makes.

I push her on her knees, facing The Stranger and grab some rope.
Quickly I tie a box-tie and pull Princess on her back. I spread her legs using rope and attach them to carabineers hooked in eye screw in the opposite walls.
Pull them tight.
Slap her in the face, “you are not allowed to cum, do you get that, girl?”
“Yes Milord.”

I invite The Stranger to kneel between her legs and caress her pussy still hidden under her panties. He does a good job and soon Princess is panting and moaning while I kiss her.

“She has a beautiful pussy”, I tell The Stranger.
“I bet she has.”
“Care to see it?”
“I would like that very much.”
I smile.
A zillion dreams, a zillion fantasies are finally becoming reality. I am enjoying every single moment. Princess and The Stranger too are having a great time.

Using the scissors, I cut away the panties revealing her to The Stranger. Princess has been naked in the club but nobody has seen her pussy from so close.

“Touch it, explore,” I stimulate him.
While I sit close to Princess, my hand on her cheek, caressing her gently, I watch how his fingers explore her, opening the folds, touching.

Princess arches her back, moans, kisses me, devouring my mouth, my tongue, hungry for more.

“Get that,” I order The Stranger, and point at the fuck stick. “And the condom next to the stick.”
The rubber is branded with the name of the Dutch retail store where I got them. They are cheap and I use them for the fuck stick. I won’t dare use them for anything else because every time I use one on the stick it ends up torn.

While I get some clothes pins he puts the rubber on the soft rubber cock.

“Now fuck her with it, slave,” I growl while I start placing clothes pins on Princesses lower body.
He is doing a very good job, my slave, and soon Princess is nearing a climax. We take five while I play with the clothes pins I have already placed. It hurts, I can tell, because Princess moans softly, wordlessly begging for relief.

Then The Strangers surprises me in a very positive way.
“You know what would be great? A vibrator in combination with the fuck stick.”
That’s my slave and tell him it is one hell of an idea.

It is a combination that will skyrocket Princess right to orgasm heaven for sure.

“Take that purple thing,” I say and then explain how to increase and decrease the strength.

I continue placing pins on Princesses’ body and The Stranger fucks her with the stick while teasing her clit with the vibrator.

I do not take long before Princess begs for an orgasm. I don’t let her have one though.

I pull away the clothes pins in order to make the pain chase away the pleasure that has built up itself.

I untie her and cover her with a fleece and give some aftercare.

To be continued

Princess after some warming up
Princess after some warming up

 

 

 

 

 

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