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Another evening at PDN

Saturday, November 2017.
It had been a while since our last visit to PDN.

We arrived in the early evening, after the fabulous feet & high heels afternoon.

It was so great to be there again. The owners greeted us with a big and happy smile. G & M are kind, great, and generous people.

Sid, The Stranger 2, was there too. I was glad to see him as I knew he had gone through some rough times. I listened while he told me about those difficult weeks.

Paul and Mary, a swingers couple connecting with BDSM, said hi and with them too we chitchatted.

We met new people from the foot lovers scene. Princess was very interested and wanted to know everything about it.

All I know is that I used to give a foot massage to Big A. and she loved it. Yeah I know, it is another setting entirely.

It made me think though, about including some foot loving stuff in our scenes.

Princess and I watched Marcus doing a beautiful bondage. We hadn’t seen him in ages and it is always interesting to see him work with rope.

It was cosy and fun and there were many people and they were playing or watching and enjoying themselves.

So did we, Princess and I.

I tied Princess to a bench and gave her a good and intense spanking. Used a cane mainly. And clothespins. And mind play.

We spend some more time enjoying being at PDN. We talked with Steven.
Frank and Nancy were there too. Princess talked quite a while with Nancy while Frank introduced me to Marcus.

It was that time of the month so we didn’t make it late. Princess felt tired and I knew she hadn’t slept well these past few days. She is also more emotional.

When we left I felt touched. People waved at us, yelling stuff like have a safe trip home and see ya soon and so on.

On our way home I told Princess, not for the first time, how I tought about PDN as my, well, our favourite place. I told her I felt at home there, safe and surrounded by kind and fantastic people.

“I feel the same way,” Princess smiled.
I grabbed her hand and for a while I steered with one hand.

Outside it was dark and there were stars but no moon.

At home we made love and then fell asleep.

Life is simple and beautiful with Princess.
With Princess I am complete and so very happy.

I have never loved so true and so deep and so much.
Princess redefined the word love for me.
It is truly an amazing experience.
Thank you, my Love.

Caning.

Karada Workshop – August 19, 2017

We had a blast, Princess and I. For us it was one of those memorable afternoons/evenings that make this lifestyle shine as gold.

The workshop was organized at our favorite club PDN and given by Marc Van Vlaanderen. Marc has a huge experience in multiple domains of BDSM. He is accessible and one of his many gifts is the ability to pass a message, help people learn.

Princess and I arrived before 3 PM and were rewarded with a beer to take home. It is a Meestereske (Domina),  a 9,5% blonde triple. Thank you, Marc, for this much-appreciated attention.

So we learned the Karada. Not a simple Karada but one for all kinds of (floor)suspension. PDN’s dungeon hosted a huge frame, a small one-person frame hoisted so it could flip over and a huge wheel.

First I did a simple Karada floor suspension with Princess in a cage. I used a 12-meter rope that was made available. No natural fiber and a little elastic and it burned my fingers. I did swear quite a few times pulling through all that rope.

I did not like the result though, it wasn’t all that great and not beautiful either. But Princess and I had fun and learned a few things.

Karada floor suspension in a cage.

There was this huge wheel and I knew Princess was fascinated by it. So I asked Marc if he would help me suspend Princess in that construction. Sure enough he was more than willingly to help and soon his team-member were tying up Princess. I watched, did not feel secure enough to do this alone. So I stole with my eyes and learned.

Princess in a Karada based suspension.

Needless to say Princess enjoyed the experience.

Later that afternoon and evening even more people arrived. Princess and I enjoyed watching what was going on. We talked with friends too, yes, it was really a memorable evening.

Sid was there too. We connected even more. He is a great guy and I was happy he found a rope bunny for that workshop.

Later, later, I tied Princess to a wooden pole and gave her a harsh spanking. She almost came while I almost drowned in my sweat. It was way to warm there for me albeit most of the time Princess felt cold.

We watched people play. It was fun. It made me so very happy to see how some of them were able to enjoy being (almost) naked in spite of being very far from the what the fuck ideal body.
We are all human beings and the diversity on so many levels makes us so rich. Here, at least at PDN, we could all be just that. Human beings without being judged for whatever some think others need to be judged for.

It was past midnight before we came home.
Princess and I went to bed. Exhausted but we made love nevertheless.

We got up early this morning as Princess had to be home early to take care of Little Star.

Mostly she stays till noon. Not this morning though.

Later this afternoon I phoned Sid.
We’ll be seeing him this week.
It will be sizzling hot.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

I loved how the late afternoon sunlight fell on the bamboo carpets and the rope I had prepared.
Golden light, touching what I, what we love.

Then I fetched Princess.
Immediately I sensed her vulnerability, unrest. Princess was close to that moment of the month. Lately she needs more care, more hugs, more love, more tenderness. But mostly Love.

Back home I took Princess to the bedroom, undress her and pushed her backwards on the bed. For a while I concentrated on her nipples. Pinching, licking, sucking, gently biting and then licking again. It did not take long before she was drifting on a cloud of sensuality where every pore, every nerve’s end had become one extremely sensitive entity.

So I worked my way down, slowly, until I tasted honey and a delicious odor of sandalwood pleasured my senses.
Soon I brought Princess to a much-needed orgasm. She melted in my arms, floating into oblivion.
I teased her some more, playing with her delicious and luscious body A body I know so well.

Futomomo

After a while I grabbed her hair and led Princess to our living room where rope was waiting. I did an intense session. It was not about making pictures, it was about dancing, about loving, Princess and I.
We were wearing our new kimonos. I feel great in mine. I love wearing it. It adds something to my mind, making me act different like in more Dom.

I have a new playlist too. God Is An Astronaut and Explosions In The Sky help me create a wonderful atmosphere.

Princess loves the rope. She loves it when it caresses her skin. Princess loves it when it I tie tight. When I manipulate her. When I give pleasure and pain, a tasty cocktail, different every time we play.

Then I made sure her kimono was out-of-the-way, as mine, and I covered her thigh with hot wax while a vibrator pleasured the love of my life.

Tiny drops of wax splashed on the bamboo rug and dug in the black cotton of my kimono.

I noticed it after playing and the mere fact brought me slightly out of balance. It digs in my mind and make me feel very bad. It has lost its virginity and it becomes a more important issue than it should be. But hey, that’s me.

We moved back to the bedroom, Princess and I, and we made love.
Then we fell asleep.
Princess suffered from hot flashes and night sweats and I had a few surrealistic dreams.

When we woke up it was Easter.
Princess was suffering from a headache and muscle pains.
Yeah, that time of the month it was.
I kissed her. No, we don’t brush teeth beforehand.

We made love, Princess and I.
We fucked too. Hard.
Then made love again.

Then I dropped Princess off at her place. She and her kids will celebrate Easter with the parents of her ex/late husband. Obviously I am not invited.
Hell, I don’t give a rat’s ass.

I’m writing this and posting this.
Then a bag of chips, a glass of wine and a fleece. A movie.
Stephen King’s It is an awesome book and film.
I am looking forward to the new version that is going to hit the theaters over here pretty soon.

Hell, whom on earth does not like a bad-ass clown? I can’t wait to see the new version.

This Sunday I ironed most of the wax out of my kimono. That is a relief.

This is Princess wearing her beautiful red kimono and a simple chest harness emphasizing her yummy breasts.

A simple yet decorative breast harness

 

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

 

Semenawa rope – First try

Tuesday, January 31

We did mainly rope-play and for the first time in many months I did a full suspension.

Very quickly Princess started to feel uncomfortable so I broke the session off.
To be honest I don’t like to do a full suspension. I know it looks great on a picture and they tend to be more popular on Fetlife and all. There is nothing wrong with that.

When I do a full suspension I don’t feel as connected with Princess as during simple rope play. I am worried, stressed about her safety. And even if I know what I am doing, there is so much that can go wrong.
Princess is not completely the same each and every day. She can take a lot but yesterday she got dizzy quite fast and feared she was going to faint.
Then Princess has also an issue with her joints so I have to take great care every time I do a full suspension.

So I prefer just intense rope play or a good floor suspension. Not only is it safer but I find it much more erotic, satisfying and pleasurable.

This kind of rope-play is artistic, full suspension can be too, it satisfies my skills and I am less distracted by the technicalities that come in play when you do a full suspension.
Here I can concentrate on pleasuring Princess, being close and very connected with her.
I see it as a very sensual dance. It can be slow or quick, the music is made by the rope and my movements and touches.
I can dominate Princess, I can push every mental button.
Doing rope this way is, for me, for us, an intense way of making love. A mating ritual if you will.
We feel so close when we do rope. It can be loving, painful, sexy, sadistic of a mix.
Very often I also add wax-play during a rope session.

When we do rope at the club, Princess wears a short kimono or a (very cheap) black T-shirt and (very cheap) panties.

When she is completely bound, I love to slowly pull the kimono open in order to show her goodies. It is a part of the scene and it makes her pleasure even intenser.

When Princess wears a T-shirt I cut it open with the knife I have been teasing her with, tearing it and then I do the same with her panty, I cut it, making a little show out of the action.

So for me rope is about tying, about mind-play, being close and not being bothered by a zillion safety measures. Mind you, I always take great care even with simple bondage, checking regularly with Princess if everything is still okay. In the end she is the one that knows best when it comes to her well-being.

I also introduced the Semenawa rope. It is nasty, scratchy coconut fiber rope and very rustic. It is surprisingly light and only suitable for sadistic floor-work only!

As I wasn’t sure if Princess would like it I bought only one length  (8 m) but now I have ordered 3 more.

Princess loved the touch and the sensation the Semenawa rope gives. She loved the scratchiness and enjoyed being tied tightly with this rope.
Princess imagined wearing a rope-corset made out if this rope. Every movement would then remind her of the coarse texture of the rope.

I’m thinking we are going to have quite some fun with this rope.

Semenawa rope

Rope photography

Princess is getting better every day. She can walk better, stand longer but still suffers from intense pain during the night.

Blinded by rope.
Nikon D2h with 35-70 lens and 1 softbox.

Yesterday, January 17, I decided to do some rope bondage photography. Princess loved the idea.
So I set up a little studio in our living room and used one studio flash with a 70 x 70 cm soft-box and a huge reflector.

We had a great evening. Having fun, talking, enjoying the pleasure of rope.

Princess, Box-tie.
Nikon D2h with 35-70 lens and 1 softbox.

I did a few different scenes and took about 100 images. I enjoyed every bit of it. Obviously I am still evolving in the art of rope but finally it is about having fun.

The images can also be found on our image website, nsfw.hopto.org.

I hope we’ll be able to do some more shooting very soon.

Princess.
Nikon D2h with 35-70 lens and 1 softbox.

Thoughts – January 12, 2017

I am finalizing the first eBook based on my blog. It will cover what I like to call “The Early Years”, when my blog was still hosted by WordPress.com.

This document, about 420 pages A4, will be printed too. There will be only one book. For us, for Princess and I.
The paper version of my blog will stay longer available than its digital counterpart on the Net.

Later on I will create an eBook from this blog too. And print it as a genuine book for Princess and me.

Front page for eBook

The eBooks will be made available for free.

Yet the paper book will be made available too, on special request and it will be signed by both Princess and me. Just send me a message if you are interested.

These past few days I have been treating almost 80 meters of rope. Both 4 millimeter and 6 millimeter. Boiling, drying and much more has made that my apartment reeks like a stable.

4 pieces of 8 meters rope drying in my living room.

This evening I am burning incense in order to get rid of the smell. Little A. will be staying at my place for the weekend and I don’t feel much for explaining why I need the rope.

I have jute and hemp that I bought online from professional riggers. The 6 mm hemp I made feels just as good in my hands. Well, maybe even better as I put all my love in it.

Can’t wait to tie Princess up but she needs to get better before I wrap it around her.

From left to right:
Hemp by DasFalke, Jute by Ligatio and Help by me.

 

Preparing my own rope

Disclaimer
What follows is build on my experience based on stuff I read on the Internet and experimenting with that knowledge. There are a zillion manuals, how-to’s and other stuff to be found in books and the WWW. I do not pretend this to be the absolute manual, it is just an account of how I am doing it my way.

I own quite some rope for bondage. Until recently I bought it.

Jute rope, 6mm, was what we used in the beginning. I bought it from the rigger whom gave us our first and second workshop.

Later I acquired 4 sets of 6mm x 8m hemp from an Australian born Shibari bondage artist and teacher, now based in Berlin, Germany. Expensive but gorgeous rope. It is very bristly compared to the jute. I love this rope and it is what I prefer to use on Princess. The jute I use when there is suspension involved.

First boil

We are getting acquainted with more people so I’m sure I’ll be doing some rope bondage on somebody else. I already did in fact, tying The Stranger up with a box-tie so we, well mostly Princess, could play with his whatchamacallit.

Obviously hygiene is very important so I got thinking… using our hemp rope, washing it after I used it on somebody else. It would decrease the rope quality quite rapidly.

Yet I want to use good material on those whom trust me/us.

I get your basic 6mm hemp rope from a company in the Netherlands. It is cheap, about 0,90 Euro/meter but it comes untreated.

After the first boil

So when I receive it I cut it up in the lengths I need and secure the ends with a simple overhand knot.

I am now describing on how I worked on a batch of 4mm hemp. I bought it mainly for decorative bondage. Princess is petite so 4mm rope on her hands, arms and feet is ideal. It is not okay at all to use it for full suspension. Mainly because it cuts in the skin easier than thicker rope.

I boiled the rope for 45’ minutes and then changed water and boiled the rope for another 45’. I have no idea what happened to the rope in the factory and I don’t want any dirt get into abrasive wounds.

Left the residue after the first boil and right the second boil

Then I dry the rope. I have a few attachment points in my living room for bondage purposes so why not use them?

I attach a weight to the end and for that I used a bucket filled with about 7 liters of water. The idea is to dry the rope and keep it at its length. This is an issue you’ll have even more with jute.

The final dry I do in my oven, an hour at 70°

After that I fire up my Campingaz unit and move the rope through the flames while turning it. I go back and forth a few times making sure the splinters are gone.

Finally I oil the rope with 100% Tsubaki Oil. Bee wax would also be a good idea.

What you end up with is some fine rope that feels great in your hand and feels even greater on the skin of your model. You have made your own tools with love and patience. And not only is it less expensive than what you can buy online, you know the rope you’ll be using already.

You gave birth to your rope with your own hands.

Left the treated rope, right the untreated rope. What I can’t show you is how the rope feels after being treated.

Bummer

Tomorrow is Princess’s birthday. Weeks ago I started planning a private Shibari tuition at our place. I was lucky Ligatio had time as he and his partner in the middle of moving house.

I kept it a secret for Princess and used The Stranger scenario and the subsequent threesome as a smokescreen. It was mind fucking at its best because doing so I learned a few interesting things by simply observing Princess when I, on a regular basis, unfolded a few details of what I was planning. You know, just checking, I told Princess, to ensure myself she would enjoy the event.

I ended up not only knowing such a scenario was acceptable but also feeling guilty as Princess was looking forward, with obvious reservations, to what I had planned.

So a few days ago I told her I had planned private tuition. I still don’t know if Princess was relieved The Stranger thing was just a smokescreen.

Princess was thrilled and we were looking forward to the workshop. It is not really the way I do things but I did not even bother making a backup plan.

This morning I got a text message from an unknown number.
Indeed.

Apparently he had a sawing accident that not only injured badly his thumb but also broke his wrist. He hoped we could get together in 6 weeks or so. I wished him well, told him I was still looking forward in getting tuition from him. I was at work she I kept it short but wrote a lengthier email when I arrived at home. To show there were no hard feelings I asked for 4 hours instead of 3.

Shit happens and I really hope he will be fine with no consequences for his fingers or hand.

There I was with no backup plan.
Fuck.
Think Franco, think.

It did not take long for inspiration to visit me. On Esinem’s Shibariclasses I enrolled in a hip harness tutorial so I can start doing something new tomorrow with Princess.

We’ll have dinner first, Sushi of course, then back to our place for some intense rope bondage. I’ll show her the short movie Kinbaku and I also got a little present for Princess.

Meanwhile I got the 6mm hemp rope and the Japanese Tsubaki Oil. During the weekend I boiled 2 meters, dried and stretched it to find out the difference.

The hemp is much softer but I have no experience using it yet. I’ll be preparing some rope and treat it with the Tsubaki Oil. The rope’s breaking strength is about 285 kilos’ so I’ll probably use it for suspension and not for the bondage. I prefer the thinner jute rope for tying. Maybe I’ll also get some 4mm hemp rope.

Bulk 6mm hemp rope and a bottle of Tsubaki Oil
Bulk 6mm hemp rope and a bottle of Tsubaki Oil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts – January 27, 2016

“All other activities, like stage shows and most video work, I’d describe as Shibari. To me, Shibari is merely doing bondage in the Japanese style, producing ties according to Japanese aesthetics. For a rope session to qualify as Kinbaku you need to go inside the woman, touch her soul.” – Osada Steve

In less than a week it is Princess’s birthday. I have been mind fucking her for weeks now, making her believe The Stranger-scenario would be her present. For those whom lack imagination, it is about a hotel room, Princess blindfolded, me and an unknown man. Hence The Stranger.

It went from oh no to wow, really? and then I’m nervous but I’m liking the idea to bring it on, baby. So finally I felt bad about it, making Princess believe and looking forward to an event most ignorant people would qualify as an ordinary threesome.

This morning, during breakfast, I finally came clear and told Princess I had organized private rope tutoring at our place.
I cannot say she was relieved that The Stranger thing was off, but she liked the idea of the private workshop.

I’m thinking she is defying me, thinking I don’t have the guts to go in the direction of The Stranger scenario. What Princess does not know is that doing so she is fueling my will to make it happen.

Of course it is not a game, not a goal, but Princess and I know one that one day The Stranger will happen because we want to experience the thrills that go with such an event. I also know we are both ready and are fully aware it will only intensify our relation.

Yesterday I did another full suspension and it was better that the previous one. I filmed it so Princess could see for herself. The suspension had 4 anchor points. One originated on her shoulder, hooked on the TK, and then three one-column ties: ankle, thigh and hip.

Legs

Then I moved back to floor suspension, playing with rope, movements, Dominance and pain. Whipping, candle wax, pinching and mental play, pushing Princess deep into subspace.

It is Princess whom asked and pushed to do more rope bondage and I am happy she did. Using rope adds so much intimacy, artistry and sensuality to the scenes we play.

Just for fun I tied a quick corset using a cane as a support. It is not perfect but it was just fun to do. Princess is dressed in rope and the cane on her back supports it.  She liked the feel and warmth of the rope on her skin.

Cane & Rope
Cane & Rope

With one swift move of the cane the rope dress falls on the ground revealing Princess’s gorgeous body. Like I said it is a very simple tie but very effective. Fun for the model and fun for the audience.

If you love rope there is this beautiful documentary about the British Rope Scene, The Pleasure of Rope. It is money well paid.

Then this documentary “Kinbaku” (2010) will also pleasure you. Enjoy Osada Steve’s performance.