First Swingers Club Visit – Part 1

I picked Princess up at 7 pm. She looked gorgeous in her red coat. A broad and happy smile.
Princess is a natural beauty. She does not need make-up. Yet she had used some in a very discrete way. It made Princess even more beautiful and radiant.
 
Earlier that day I had texted Princess telling her what I wanted her to wear. Also, if she had the time, polishing her nails red would be great. I added the goal was for her to feel very sexy and desirable.
 
I hadn’t told Princess where I was talking her but later that evening she told me she had a hunch. Adding that she had hoped it would be, finally, the swingers club.
 
When I first met Princess, over 6 years ago, I sensed she was a submissive, impatient to be born.
I had and have the incredible honor to introduce and guide Princess in the world of BDSM.
 
Later, preparing The Stranger fantasy, I became quite sure Princess was open for far more.
Princess liked the idea of visiting a swingers club but only in some kind of D/s dynamic. Like me choosing a guy for her and so on. She did not like the idea of going for sex only.
Yet deep down I was sure Princess would enjoy just that: being used, the sex.
 
We arrived at the club at little past 9.
On the parking lot quite some Dutch license plates. The Netherlands are only a few miles away.
 
We entered the club.
Entry fee was 40 Euro for the both of us.
Drinks included.
The guy asked if we were first time visitors.
He gave me a key for our locker and a short explanation.
Also he told us to warn him if we encountered a pushy man. Such behavior was not tolerated at the club.
 
This I found on the website of the club :
This is not a couples only club. Couples are supposed to mingle with the single men. The club would make sure single men did not overcrowd. Couples whom have a problem with that are better of in other, couple only, clubs.
Couples where the man is more active than the wife are not welcome.
The club’s niche is threesomes and group sex.
 
That’s why I chose this club.
Princess and I got ready.
I was wearing only a black boxer-shirt.
“It seems to me the tables have turned,” Princess chuckled.
I smiled.
In BDSM clubs Princess is the one being naked most of the time.
Now I was almost naked while Princess was wearing sexy lingerie.
 
At the bar we ordered wine. There was a pole, a disco ball and seventies & eighties music. Lots of people of all ages except for very young people.
 
We walked around the place.
There was a small cinema with a few chairs and a huge bed in front, under the silk screen.

They projected old porn flicks. Hairy cocks and pussies and natural looking women. Blacks with huge cocks.

 

I closed my eyes.
For a moment I imagined Princess there, on the bed, with a few men and me.  A gang bang maybe.
People watching.
Men jacking off.
Princess wet and horny, moaning, panting and being fucked and fucked and then some more.
Oh boy.

We continued our visit of the place.
Glory holes, a jacuzzi, showers, small rooms and bigger rooms. Cupboards with towels and like a zillion condoms.
Not that much light.
Cozy.
 
I felt good and comfy and so did Princess. For me this was a very old fantasy/dream finally coming true.
 
Back at the bar a man came to us.
He grabbed her hand.”I like you,” he told Princess, “you look gorgeous. Can I touch you? If you and your friend are okay with that of course.”
Princess looked at me.
I nodded yes.
Before entering the club I had told Princess I wanted her to have a ball. To enjoy the evening. Go with the flow and simply be herself.
I had no restrictions whatsoever except for our few rules.
No kissing.
Sucking and fucking with a rubber.
We stay together. No solo activities.

Princess  was free to have no sex or fuck every living soul in the club and anything in between.
 
I pulled down a cup of her bra and told the guy to enjoy himself.
Soon Princess was kissing me with fierce intensity. Her tongue flicking in and out my mouth with deep desire and sexual hunger.
This was a different Princess. An assertive woman in total balance with her sexuality, ready to enjoy the total freedom I had given her.
The man was playing with her breast while fingering her.
I noticed Princess had pulled out his cock and was jerking him off.
Way to go, I thought and I smiled. I felt proud of my Princess. It was clear she was self-confident and having fun.
 
Princess almost went trough her knees when she came.
I looked at the guy.
“You like eating pussy?” I asked.
“Oh yes, you have such a gorgeous woman,” he sighed.
 
I grabbed Princesses’ hair and said “come with me.”
 
In one of the corridors I pushed her up a few stairs. There was a small alcove.
“Lay down and enjoy,” I told her pulling down her panties.
I held Princess in my arms. I noticed how she spontaneously spread her legs in a welcoming gesture.
Hungry the man went down on her.
“Ohhhhh…. ” Princess moaned, pressing her mouth against my shoulder. Soon I felt her teeth sink in my flesh while she was swept away on a roller-coaster of orgasms.Our first evening ever in a swingers club had taken a flying start.
 
To be continued
 
 
 
 
 

A first one again

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Day 10 of not having central heating. Every day it is a little more colder in my apartment. There are worse things in life though. I could be living in a cardboard box under a bridge. Live on the streets.

Princess and I have moved to more intimate playing. I start with a tight binding. Princess is naked before we start or I pull away fabric when she is tied up.
Then I give Princess pain on different levels. I do use a cane quite a lot lately. I mix it with clothespins, candle wax, and scratching like with forks.
Sometimes I alternate with more pleasurable stimuli.
Most of the time I don’t.

It is about pushing Princesses’ boundaries. She enjoys the soothing and warm bubble that deep subspace can be.

It is too chilly in the living-room to play comfortably. The bedroom to small.

So this evening Princess and I are going out.

Princess lets me organize evenings. She likes me to guide and surprise her.

There is a workshop at our favorite BDSM club, PDN. It is about working with leather and rubber. Interesting, I am sure, but not for us. I want to take Princess to something new and, if possible, completely different.

We have been talking about visiting another BDSM club nearby. We’ll be checking out that place soon.

Not tonight though.

Princess and I have been talking for ages about visiting a swingers club.

Princess has some very distinct fantasies. Me picking a random guy for her for example.
I share her fantasies.

I love watching Princess having sex with another man.
It drives me wild. In a swingers club she can have even sex with a few men.
Princess knows I’d love to turn her into a hot fuckslut and she likes the idea, I’m sure.

The thing that has been holding me back is the fact that I have no desire having sex with a woman other than Princess.

Princess is sure that I’ll think different when we are there. She also told me she has no problem me fucking another woman.

There is a moment though when one has talked enough. When it is time to take real action. When the tough get going.

This evening, Saturday, November 11, I am taking Princess to a swingers club. It will be my first one and for us, as a couple, a first one also.

In an ideal world we’d love to combine BDSM and swinging. The club we are visiting this evening has a monthly event doing just that. But that’s on a Friday evening and thus not that easy to organize for us.

I am sure Princess and I are going to enjoy our very first evening in a swingers club.
I am looking forward to it.
So does Princess.

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Thoughts – November 9, 2017

I’ve been without central heating since November 1, a holiday in many countries.

My landlord had trouble finding someone who was not on vacation or free so it took a while.

Yesterday a repairman came by. He told me the boiler was beyond repair. Old and wearied out.  Obviously my landlord told the guy to replace the boiler.

I’m hoping it will happen sometime next week.

I have a small electric heater and it is more than enough for our bedroom.

It does not heat our living room though. Every evening I light like a zillion tea lights.

Despite good insulation it is getting colder in my apartment. These past two nights temperatures outside went a little under 0°C (32°F) already.

Combining the heater and tea lights isn’t enough anymore for my large living room. In the evenings it is rather chilly. After diner I move to the bedroom where the small heater is at its best. It vaguely reminds me of that scene in The Day After Tomorrow where they bunker themselves in that room with the open fire.

Little A. isn’t staying with me this weekend so that is a good thing.
I can read, surf, and see films in the bedroom if it is too cold in the living room.

It does not bother me though. There are far worse things.
I like to think of what Confucius once said: “I complained about not having shoes until I met someone who had no feet.

Playing at home is not an option. It isn’t comfortable enough.
So for Saturday evening I planned an evening out with Princess.

We are going to a club we haven’t visited before.
It is a 40 minute drive.

It might be a BDSM club or it might be our very first visit to a swingers club.
It’s a surprise for Princess.

Futomomo. Detail.

So many possibilities…

An evening in a Sushi restaurant, some two years ago.
Princess and I are enjoying diner.
At a table next to ours two guys, in their thirties.
For some reason we connect.
 
We have fun, talk, laugh. Princess and I and the two guys.
 
Then we leave, Princess and I.
Back home we fantasize.
What if we had invited those guys over to our place?
What if they had been open for some extra fun?
 
What if did not happen.
Maybe it would not have happened after all, for whatever reason.
 
Yet it stays, up to today, a strong fantasy of ours. 
 
Many moons later we have The Stranger at our place.
It is the very first time we play with three.
There is some sex but not much.
It is all way to new.
I made a few photos though. The Christmas tree is also on one of them. That tree was also a first one in the 10 years I live alone.
 
After that we grew more confident, Princess and I.
An extra male play partner, once in a blue moon, is a lot of fun. And for me a challenge in finding a good scenario and creating a fluid and erotic play evening.
 
I am thinking about putting an ad on Fetlife or so and recreate that evening at the Sushi eating place.
Well, I won’t choose for a restaurant but more for a pub. A guy, a switch or a Dominant, would approach us, play a game of seduction. He would be following a scenario I have already written but should be creative enough to go with the flow.
 
It would be about seduction and challenge and curiosity. We would end the evening at our place. BDSM and a threesome, a titillating and arousing mixture.
Princess and I are fully into BDSM. But dabbling our toes in the world of swingers sounds like fun too.
Princess enjoys being used and I enjoy watching her being used. And all the sensations in between and around.
Image found on Pinterest. Source unknown.

Thoughts – November 2, 2017

It has been quite a while since my last post. Not much did happen. Princess and I went out to the club a few times. We’ve also been playing a lot at home.

I have the feeling we are moving more and more to s&m play. Rope of course. Tight binding as it creates quite some emotions for Princess. Helplessness but also coziness.
A blindfold.
Always a blindfold.

The tying done with domination. It helps pushing Princess in a mindset I want to plant on.
Utter submission.
Adding a slight touch of fear for what is coming.
Mindfucking is such a powerful tool.

Lately I have been using the cane almost exclusively. Just letting the tip trail over her body makes Princess shiver with delight and fear.
That is a very fruitful mixture.
So caning is an interesting opener for an intense play evening.
Wooden clothespins are always a success. Princess’s sides, her groin or the sensitive skin an inch or so below her belly button.
Holding a vibrator against the tips of these clothespins make them dance. It makes them hurt as hell and the mere idea makes me hard.

But mostly I use candle wax. I have a collection of candles with a low or medium melting point.
Belly, thighs, sides are very painful but on Princesses’ back it gives a more soothing effect.

The mindfucking, the caning, the clothespins, and the hot wax all work together to bring Princess into deep subspace. In between I might push Princess a few times to the brink of an orgasm.
When the scene ends Princess is floating. Closed eyes, a smile. I cover her naked body with a fleece and hold her. Give Princess something to drink.

These are moments we are so close it feels like we are two hearts, two souls in one body.

Image found on Pinterest. Source unknown

Thoughts – October 6, 2017

Princess and I  enjoyed our trip to Poland. It rained most of the time but we were together. The bad weather did not stop us. One can protect himself from cold and rain.

We did not make love in the evening because we were simply to exhausted. Instead we watched a movie every single evening. Cozy on the couch. Princess and I. Simply the two of us enjoying a few days of living together 100% of the time.
Sure we quarreled a few times. I live alone, Princess has her kids. Two worlds colliding. We made it. We survived the bad weather, the cold, the quarrels because our love is deep, because, finally, Princess and I are one.

Back home we started to play again. Yes, it had been quite some time since that last evening we played. D/s for some reason had become less important yet we can’t live without it.

I introduced The Stranger in our life. Then there was Sid, The Stranger Part 2. We had fun, Princess and I and it made us even stronger. It made us feel even closer, this secret of lust and desire we shared.

It is just fun. Just sex. Coloring outside the lines. I am sure some of you dislike this. Love should stay pure, untouched.
We are just discovering each other’s sexuality and there is nothing wrong with that. Hell, we are giving each other that necessary space to discover our deepest sexual fantasies. We talk, open and honest. We play, we experiment.

In the end it is just the two of us, Princess and I.
The liberty, the openness, the space is just one little part of whom we are, Princess and I.

This blog is and always will be a personal diary. This blog is not for you. It is our story and we have chosen to share it with whom is interested.

I have noticed a dramatic drop in the reading stats since Princess and I started experimenting with others.

I believe most of our Readers followed us because our relation is near to perfect. Believe me, it still is. Only a secure, honest and deep relation makes it possible for two people to travel together into the dark abyss of each other’s sexual desires.
And survive it.

In a few weeks from now I am taking Princess to a Swinger’s club. If all goes well I’ll invite a few men to fuck her. I’ll be in charge. I’ll make the scene happen in a way that makes Princess happy.
She’ll be used. I’ll give the orders. I’ll say the words Princess loves to hear.

That is love at its best. She has desires, I have desires. We match them and enjoy them.

At the end Princess cries in my arms, tells me her deepest secrets, trusts me 100%. And vice versa.
That is what connects us. Two souls being one.

True love is not about lying or pretending.
It is about being yourself with your partner.
And some other stuff too.

 

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

CRL-KRK / FR6728

So this is what is going to happen.

On Sunday, September 17 Big A. will drop us at Charleroi Airport. Some like to call it Brussels South.
I don’t. Brussels is over 72 klicks away so this can’t count as an extension of our capital. For some of the many stupid and retarded politicians in our country a “Huge” Brussels might be a wet dream.

Gate will close at 06:00 and 30 minutes later Princess and I will be in the air. Poland here we come.

We’ll arrive at Kraków airport at 08:30. Time to pick up our car and drive to the our quite luxurious apartment we rented trough Airbnb. Check it OUT.

We’ll be visiting the city and the famous salt mines. Auschwitz maybe.
Princess and I like to mix city and outdoors so we’ll visit the Ojców National Park a few times.

Maybe we’ll make a little trip to the Czech Republic. We’ll see. Time will, as always, fly by without us having even grasped a second of it.

I’ll be taking my GoPro with me and the Ricoh GR II but mainly I’ll concentrate on video for this trip.
I bought a Western Digital Passport Pro Wireless 1 Terabyte portable disk. Basically you use it on the road, it reads SD-card and USB devices so I can download my video on the disk. After all 64 GB of SD card gives me about 2 hours of video. The disk is cheaper than buying a zillion SD-cards.

I’ll be taking some rope with me and that is it. No whips. No floggers. Only rope.

It seems there is a small but active community of BDSM practitioners in Poland. Even if Poland is a catholic country it seems BDSM is covered by law in a positive way.

Kocham księżniczkę z całego serca. Ona jest jedyna. Księżniczka jest moim wszystkim. Moje życie, moja przeszłość, moja przyszłość.
(I love Princess with all my heart. She is the only one. Princess is my everything. My life, my past, my future. Google Translate)

I don’t understand her either…

The Stranger 2 – Sid – Part 3

I push Princess on her back. She can’t move her arms, she is helpless.
I grab her ankles and push them apart.
“Stay put,” I say, “don’t go anywhere. There is some delicious cock coming your way.”
“I can’t wait, Milord,” she smiles.
That’s my girl.

Dressed in my black boxer short I walk back to the living room. I give Sid a few instructions and then we head back to the bedroom.

His breathing deepens when he sees Princess lying on the bed, legs spread, arms tied over her breasts. Blindfolded.

“You know what to do,” I tell him. “I’ll prepare this little slut for you.”

While Sid undresses I get on the bed, next to Princess.

I kiss Princess gently, caress her while my hand slides down between her legs. I feel the warm moistness and when my fingers enter she gets even wetter.

Princess moans softly.

“Are you ready?”
“Yes Milord, I can’t wait.”

While I move my fingers in and out her soaking cunt Sid gets on the bed.
“She’s ready for you, Sid. Be a good boy and fuck her as hard as you can.”

I get up a little and watch how Sid holds his huge cock and rubs it against Princesses’ clit. Then he pushes it in, very slowly like I asked him so I can enjoy this moment at its fullest.

Sid immediately goes deep and his thrusts are hard and almost violent.
I hold Princess, my hand on her throat and I feel Sid’s vicious fucking vibrating through her body into mine. Now and then I kiss her or watch Sid. His face is red and sweaty but he smiles and winks at me.

Sid switches to a higher gear. He isn’t fucking Princess anymore. The guy has become a mad rapist. Princess yells, screams, mutters a thousand times “oh my god”, yelps, pants, searches my mouth for soothing kisses. Her hands grabbing me so she knows I am there.

After what seems like an eon he comes. I notice how he pulls back immediately and checks the reservoir before removing the rubber.

Princesses’ heart is beating like mad. She turns on her side, grabs me, kisses me.
“This was great,” she mutters, “thank you, thank you.”

Then I notice what that little voice has been nagging about somewhere deep in my head while we were playing.
I don’t have an erection. Didn’t get one the whole evening. Hell, I’m dying to fuck Princess, but I can’t. I don’t know what is wrong. Everything is so hot, an awesome real-life porn flick and I can’t get a hard on!

Sid gets back on the bed. Princess is still lying on her side, holding me. He finds a way to get in and immediately starts raping her again. This time his thrusts are even more violent and the whole bed is shaking like if an earthquake is going on.

Princess tries to be as close to me as she can. Kissing, holding my hand, pushing herself closer against my body.
Her screams, moans, yelps are louder this time. It is clear she is in fuck-heaven. Hell, the vibrations in my body run over my spine. They are so intense it feels like I am being fucked.

Princess orgasms, mutters some kind of thank you, then comes again.

Sid pulls back. He has shot another load in Princess.

He smiles, winks at me. Clearly he is having a great time too.
So am I albeit I wish my cock would be happy too. It remains limb though.
I am sweating like a butcher yet I haven’t done anything.

Princess is smiling, floating deep in fuck-space.
“Had enough?” I whisper, while caressing her head, holding my hand on her jaw.

“No, Milord. Can I have more please?”

“Sure. How do you want it?”

My Princess slut is tireless. She makes me so proud, this little hot and beautiful fuck toy.

She answers by rolling on her belly and pushing up her delicious ass.
“You decide which hole The Stranger can use,” she teases me.

Sid is on the bed again.
Princess pushes her behind up higher.
I pull her buttocks open and we both look at Princesses’ little arsehole. I’m sure it is eager to be fucked too.

I remove the plug and lube her little hole.

Then I watch Sid push his huge and fat cock in it.

It goes in completely, as if Princess is sucking it in.

He puts his coarse hands on her buttocks and starts fucking. Then uses one hand to reach under Princesses’ belly to play with her clit.

The moaning, yelping, screaming, and “oh my gods” are even louder than before.
This is too much and I get out of bed and get some distance in order to have a better view.

God this is so hot I can’t find the proper words to describe what I feel, what I am witnessing.

Princess is getting raped in the arse and she is enjoying it so much.

It is so beautiful to watch. I am so happy Princess and I can share this sexual freedom, this hotness. (my cock is still on strike)

I am proud of my Princess. My feelings for her deepens even more. Wow, this is my wife. She gives me so much pleasure. So much love. So much of everything.

Sid looks at me. Smiles again, winks. I’m sure he is in heaven too.
Princess truly is a great and enjoyable fuck.

I get back on the bed so Princess feels I’m close. So she can feel safe.

Then it is over.
Sid utters a deep grunt while he ejaculates a fourth time.

Princess sinks down on the bed. She pants heavily, her heartbeat is racing. She is hot and sweaty and smiling.

I hold her, caress her, kiss her gently.
Princess is fucked right of this world.

On the other side of the bed Sid makes a questioning sign with his hands. He too notices Princess has had enough.
I nod.

He raises his thumb and gets dressed.
I get out of bed and lead him to the front door.
I thank him and promise him feedback.
Hell, he has been great.
Cum again I think while I shut the door closed.

Back in bed I am able to get an erection that does hold long enough to make love with Princess. She orgasms.
“Your completely mine again,” I smile before we kiss.

We talk for a while.
Princess loved the whole scene. Her undressing she found particularly sexy and hot.
The sex felt as rape and made it even hotter for her.
I tell her how proud I am of her. How much I love and care for her.
We kiss and kiss.

We spoon and fall asleep.
I hold Princess close to me.
She is my precious jewel, my love.

Later that night, or maybe early morning, it was still hot outside but it was raining.

A loud sound of rolling thunder has pulled me out of a deep sleep.

There is was again. Menacing, deep and loud.
Wait. No, that isn’t thunder.
I start sensing pain in my lower abdomen.
It is my intestines that are making that sound.

At noon the next day I feel very sick. I drop Princess off at her place.
Go to sleep.
At 3 PM I have an appointment with my doctor.  The 10’ drive is hard. My legs feel like rubber, I’ve a fever, I feel exhausted. While waiting I almost faint. It seems I have a viral infection.

I barely make it back home.
I go to bed and stay there till the next morning.

After that I get better.
Thinking back on that evening back with The Stranger 2 gives me a rock-hard cock again.

Hell, I made it.
I’ll live to fuck again.
Where are you, Princess?

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The Stranger 2 – Sid – Part 2

We sit down on the coach again. Sip from our wine.
Princess is standing motionless in front of us.
Legs spread. Naked.

It is a glorious sight and Sid and I spend some time discussing the beauty and hotness of Princesses’ body.
Once again I stress how good a little slutty cocksucker she is.

I get up, grab Princesses’ ponytail and help her with some force on her knees again.
Without saying a word I hand Sid a rubber and move my fist to and fro my mouth. He gets the idea.

“Did Sid give you some pleasure already?” I hiss
“Yes Milord, he did,” she whispers barely audible.
“So…” I say and remain silent for about 30 seconds. Sid had dropped his pants and I hear how he rips the foil of the rubber open.
“You should be a grateful little slut.”
“I am, Milord, I’ll please him the way you want me to,” she whispers.
I look at Sid.
Wow, his cock is like huge. Thicker than The Stranger’s and even a tad longer. Hard as rock is the least one can say.
“You lucky slut,” I whisper in Princesses’ ear, “you’re having a special treat this evening.”
Before she can answer I grab her ponytail once again and force her mouth over Sid’s enormous cock.

Princess gags, then finds her rhythm and breath. I help her up and down his shaft then loosen my grip.
Soon she is sucking him on her own.
“Is she any good?” I ask.
“Oh yes Franco, she is simply great at it. Wow.”
“A well trained slut she is,” I admit and, tapping on Princesses’ head I add “good girl.”

Somewhere in the back of my head a voice keeps nagging me telling me there is something not right. I cannot pinpoint what it is.

I watch Princess and see how Sid is having a great time.
“She sure takes it deep,” he sighs.
“I know,” I smile.
His breathing increases, he tries to hold it then comes with a long kind of muted ahhh.

I pull back Princesses’ head and with delight I notice how the tip of the rubber is filled with jizz. Saliva is dripping over Princesses’ chin as if it was cum.
So hot.
I kiss her, taste the lube and drink her wet mouth.
Then I hold her, she sighs, content, and proud.
I am pleased of her also and I tell her.
Princess smiles.

“Come,” I say and help her up and lead her to the back of the other couch. Push Princess over it so she can lean on her shoulders. With the tip of my foot I hit her ankles until her legs are spread to my satisfaction.

“Look at her lovely, firm ass,” I tell Sid.
He comes closer, examines it, slides his finger between her already gushing wet labia. Caresses gently her butt.

“And this,” I say while putting my hands on her hips.
Sid whistles with admiration.
“Looks like a great grip for some hard doggy style fucking,” Sid smiles.

Wow, the guy is really a find. Sid is doing great in helping me create that special mind fucking atmosphere I talked about when he and I met.

“Yep, and sometimes I put some rope around her lower belly to have even a better hold when I do doggy with her.”
“A belt would be a good idea too,” he adds.
“But holding her at her hips and sinking my fingernails hard in her side really makes her squirt,” I tell him with admiration in my voice.
“She is a squirter?” He sounds like he does not believe me. But we are both men of the world and we know it can be achieved after some physical and mental training.

“Oh yes. I took me about 6 months to get Princess there and now she can’t stop squirting. She’s like a bitch in heat. With almost every fuck she soaks the bed sheets.”
“Holy shit, that is unbelievable.
“Hold your horses, Sid,” I tell him, “I haven’t quite taught her to squirt when she fucks a Stranger though.”
“I love a woman spatting all her juices around when she is fucked thoroughly,” Sid says. The man has really some deep thoughts.

“Watch this,” I say and land a hand on her buttocks. Then another. The first blows are soft, gentle and I increase the rhythm and the impact little by little. Some good spanking needs to be build up in a gentle and caring way.
Soon Princesses’ back end is turning red.
“See this, Sid?” while I pull her cheeks open.
He crouches to see better.
“Yes,” he tells me, “her cunt is swollen and her lips are falling open. God what a beautiful view.”
Without a word I point at the fuck stick and the rubber.
Sid nods and carefully prepares the toy.

I grab Princesses’ ponytail.
“Are you horny, little slut?”
“Yes Milord. Thank you Milord.”
“And you can’t cum, can you?”
“No Milord, you have forbidden…. ohhhhhhh my god,” she yelps when Sid slides the fuck stick in her hungry cunt.
He moves it in and out in a teasing slow pace while I hit one buttock, then the other. We go on and on.
“Stoppp… please, please,” Princess moans.
We stop immediately. For a few moments I caress her deep red ass cheeks. The nod and Sid starts again fucking Princess with the toy.
She whimpers and yelps while doing her very best not to cum.

“You had enough,” I hiss and pull Princess up using her ponytail. With a swift move I turn her around and make Princess sit down. Then push her on her back. I check to see if the blindfold is still in place.
It is.

Sid sits down on the couch and grabs his glass of wine.

I take some rope and grab one of Princesses’ ankles and tie a Futomomo. I do the other leg too. The I tie her foot soles together. I finish it off with a double column tie around her wrists and pull her arms back. There are several attachment points at almost floor level in the walls in my living.  I tie the working end of the rope to one of these points.

“Look,” I say.
Sid comes over and sinks on his knees. “What a gorgeous little cunt your wife has,” he mumbles.
“She has indeed,” I agree and spread her lips, opening her pussy even more.
“Go on, feel, touch, finger,” I encourage him.
For a while we admire, discuss and play with Princesses’ pussy. It is soaking wet.

I hand Sid a cup and a pump and explain what I want him to do and how to do it. He has heard about his but is not sure how it is used.
Sid places the cup over Princesses’ pussy and uses the pump to pull the air out of it. Now more blood is sucked to her pussy making it even more sensitive.

I create a pattern of clothes pins over her upper body.
Sid releases the cup and when I say ok he starts licking her while I drop hot candle wax over her upper body while touching the clothes pins with the fingers of my other hand. When the dangle they cause even more pain.

We go on and on, pushing Princess deeper in a hot swamp of lust, desire and pain.

After about 15’ we stop.
I use a razor-sharp knife to remove the candle wax from her body.
Princess is deep in subspace now.
It takes a while to clean her up and untie her.

Then I help her sit up.

“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good, Milord.”
“Feeling tired or horny?”
“Still horny,” she smiles.
“Great. What do you want me do to with you.”
“I want more, Milord.”
“I know.”
“ But what do you need now?”
I notice she can’t bring herself to say ‘I want to be fucked by you both’.
I respect that. Those thing will come in their proper time.
“I’m guessing you want to be fucked over and over now?”
“Yes, Milord,” Princess sighs with a big smile.

I feel exhausted, sweaty.
Worse even. Thus far the evening has been extremely hot yet I can’t get it up. I can’t get an erection. It worries me.
That’s what that nagging voice back in my head has been telling me.

What the heck, maybe when I watch her being fucked by Sid I’ll get one.

“Wait here, Sid.”

I lead Princess to the bedroom.
Push her on the bed.
Tie her wrists together, her arms crossed over her chest. The working end goes a few times around her back. It is a tight tie.
I push her on her back. She can’t move her arms, she is helpless.
I grab her ankles and push them apart.
“Stay put,” I say, “don’t go anywhere. There is some delicious cock coming your way.”
“I can’t wait, Milord,” she smiles.
That’s my girl.

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To be continued

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