I’m sure there are still a few writing errors in this book and I hope everything is well formatted. I checked the links to YouTube and other blogs and updated or removed them when the content was no longer available.
September 6, 2011.
I’m 52 years old. Father of 2 daughters.
Alone for too long.
I’m open for love, a special kind of love. Not searching actively though.
I have to attend a parent’s meeting at school. Every year it is the same explanation all over again.
I don’t feel like it and I don’t have to go.
It beats sitting at home alone though.
I’m early and head to the big hall where they serve drinks and grab a glass of cava.
Turning around I see this beautiful blonde woman. She looks gorgeous.
I have the impression she is standing there in a golden spotlight. The surroundings fade to black until, in my mind’s eye, she is the center of my universe. Until there is only her.
She does not notice me.
I’m breathless, engulfed with emotions. Overwhelmed, paralyzed and speechless by the experience. My world flips over and over. Intuitively I know she is the one I have been searching for my whole life.
I walk up to her. It is something I have never dared to do before.
I say hi and we chitchat. Her daughter is a classmate of my youngest one.
Ten minutes later walk to the same class and I make sure I’m inside before she does. I sit down at a desk, she sits down next to me.
Wow. Lucky me.
I’m nervous and start fumbling in the desk before me. I pull out an agenda. To my big surprise I’m sitting at my daughter’s desk. With a smile I put a little note in it.
Later that evening I gather all my courage and ask for her number.
Another first one for me.
My throat is dry and my heart bounces like mad.
She smiles and writes her number down on a small piece of paper.
September 20, 2011.
We date for the first time and we enjoy a wonderful evening.
She tells me about her situation, just to make sure I know what I’m signing up for. She has 5 kids. Her ex-husband committed suicide 7 months ago. Her eldest daughter suffers from a mental illness.
The other kids all suffer from stress and other issues. Understandably. They found their father shortly after his desperate act.
The first months are difficult. She is not sure about what is happening. She does not feel ready to give herself. She breaks up with me a few times but every time I win her back.
Somehow we make it.
She becomes my Princess and deep down in her I feel and read here submissiveness.
Could it be true?
Have I found my Grail?
That very and unique Special One?
Gradually I make our lovemaking somewhat rougher. Her reactions are more than positive. She adores the hair pulling, the pinching and the occasional slap on her luscious behind.
August 15, 2012.
The town we visit is illuminated with a zillion tea lights. In a church we are awed by a huge chandelier with several dozen of burning candles.
This is the perfect moment to tell her what I have wanted to say for quite some weeks.
For a second I hesitate as I am not sure how she will react.
She beats me to it.
Princess grabs my hand, finds my eyes.
“How I would love to lay under that chandelier. Naked, tied and blindfolded. Not knowing when the next drop of hot wax will fall,” she whispers.
Now I know, now I am sure.
My heart explodes with happiness and sheer joy.
While our relation deepens we gradually grown into BDSM.
My Princess turns out to be a perfect match. She loves what I love. We taste and enjoy the many flavors BDSM has to offer.
Her children oppose to our relationship. It is not personal. They just want to keep the family together.
Their disapproval makes our bond even stronger.
In November 2012 I start a personal blog, Princess and I. It is a very intimate diary mostly about our evolution as a couple in the world of BDSM.
When relevant I write about other stuff too.
I am proud to present the first volume of our story titled Princess and I, the First Years.
You can download it for free on Smashwords. You can choose between PDF, epub or mobi (Kindle)
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.
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.
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.