Continued from Thoughts – November 21st, 2015
We park the car and walk to the Fetish Cafe.
Maybe it is because it is cold. Maybe because it has been raining. Yet I have the impression the streets in Antwerp are less populated.
Brussels, our capital, is in lockdown due to an eminent terrorist attack. Major activities cancelled, bars are asked to close at 18:00. One could argue we are at war. Maybe that is true and if so, it is an ideological battle.
I feel no fear. I am not going to stay at home because of a few extremist lunatics. Yet survival has now a different tagline: expect the unexpected.
Princess and I are happy to be here again, in the Fetish Cafe. We kind of feel at home here. The bar is not crowded so we can interact with the Staff.
Soon we move to the Dungeon. We want to play.
The Dungeon is empty. I tie Princess to the hoist, with a double column tie, arms up.
A bad idea.
Soon the strain on her shoulders becomes very painful.
Princess uses the word Orange, a little late I find out. Princess did not feel okay but thought it would pass.
“Don’t be a hero Princess, I need to know you are safe,” I say.
“I need to trust you’ll tell me immediately when things go wrong.”
A couple + 1 enters the room.
A Dom and two submissives.
The women are tied, face to face, using a hoist.
I play with Princess. I have tied her to a bench now and the next 45′ minutes are only impact play.
The guy is also into impact play. I notice how both women kiss, not passionate or hot, just a kiss. He kisses the women in turn. Also lips on lips, briefly, without any emotion.
More spanking with a leather paddle, cane, bullwhip….
There is no fire, no emotion, no nothing.
Watching two snails fuck would be less boring I think.
Yet it is interesting in another way.
I try to imagine Princess, I and a submissive.
No, it would not work. First I am not interested in kissing another woman and, secondly, my attention would be focused solely on Princess.
So Princess in right (she often is but please don’t tell her I said so) playing with three would be a very bad idea. The second woman would not get much out of the scene and would feel used. That is not what we, what I want.
I decide Princess’s initial idea, a couple, would be a safer bet.
I push Princess to an orgasm.
“Cum for me,” I say.
Being in the Dungeon holds Princess back. One of the last boundaries that needs to be taken down. Cumming in a “public” place is something Princess has an issue with.
I cannot accept that.
Princess is securely tied down. She can’t run. Princess is my prisoner.
I push her to an orgasm.
She moans and sighs, fights it but I am persistent.
I notice how one of the subs screams in anger and kicks the Dom twice, aiming but missing his balls. For them play time is over.
I have no idea what went wrong but I sense anger and frustration.
Then Princess ejaculates over my hand.
Good girl I say.
I hold Princess, kiss her, sooth her. Princess is far away, in subspace.
Trust me, 45′ minutes of spanking, whipping, caning and other variations, can be intense.
The guy has released his two subs and they are not really taken care of. They get dressed like athletes after a game, each in his/her own mindset. No interaction.
Later on, in the bar, I try to connect with him. He has this haughty smile, barely finds me interesting. He stands next to me while ordering one drink.
I say something nice, he neglects me completely.
Then he walks leisurely to his subs.
Then the woman who kicked him comes to the bar and orders 2 drinks.
“And?” Princess asks.
“Waste of my time,” I answer.
We leave at midnight. But not before offering Princess a gift. The Dungeon sells high-end canes, very flexible, with a well crafted handle. They import them from the United Kingdom.
Princess is happy with the present and, back home, I introduce her to its bite. She loves it. Princess wants more.
Hell, I could spank her all night I guess.
“No, Princess,” I say. “I want something else.”
“How can I pleasure you, Milord?”
“I want to taste your pussy and then I simply want to fuck you. And after that, I want to make love with you. Sounds okay?”
“Yes, Milord. I am all yours. Only yours.”
I eat pussy.
I make love.
Then lights go out.
We sleep well.
Yes, I know you know Princess and I always do.