It felt so good to be back at the Dungeon. The Dungeon Master gave us a warmhearted welcome. At the bar Princess and I enjoyed a glass of red wine. The place wasn’t crowded yet but it felt cozy and familiar already.
Shortly before we left for Antwerp I had given Princess the Hunkemoller body. She looks stunning in it!
Then we moved to the Dungeon and watched a couple play. Most of the scenes we witness are built around impact play and often it feels like the more/harder the merrier. There is not that much rope bondage to be seen albeit the environment is quite inviting.
I helped Princess out of her dress and took a few steps back so I could look at her beautiful body enclosed in the black sexy lingerie.
“Undress,” I said, “and do it slowly.”
Princess complied and gave me some delicious eye candy.
Then Princess stood naked in front of me, well, not completely as she was still wearing her stay ups and high heels.
I extended my hand.
Princess grabbed my hand and I led her to the hoist equipped with a vertical bar. Leisurely I fixed the leather cuffs around her wrists and using carabiners hooked them to the hoist.
There I was, well-groomed with a black costume, black shirt and a black tie with small white dots, the latter a present from Princess.
I put on my black leather gloves and grabbed a riding crop.
I watched Princess waiting in anticipation for what would happen next. I took my time, I really did. Then I blew gently in her neck and she jumped.
For the following 45′ minutes I played a refined game of dominating Princess. It was not about harsh spanking although I landed a few hard smacks on her bottom. I was rough and then gentle, and rough again. Inflicting pain and then caressing her. A simple soft slap with the cane was enough to make her jump, squeezing a breast making her squeal. I slapped her jaw, grabbed her hair when I wanted to kiss her.
I gently unfastened her and with Princess on my lap I sat down. My love was very deep in subspace and I held her, kissed her and rubbed her warm. Quite intense moments.
Not that later we sat at the bar again. Princess having a glass of red wine, I water with bubbles.
Suddenly we noticed the Dungeon Master walking toward us.
“I have something to say to you,” he announced.
Holy shit, for a moment it felt like I had done something wrong, maybe even endangered Princess.
Then he smiled, extending his hand.
“Wow,” he said, “I watched you both and your scene was so intense and so beautiful and full of emotions. I really enjoyed it.”
Then he smiled again, turned around and walked back to the Dungeon leaving me feeling like a million. What a compliment! Holy cow, I was happy as a clam and thanked Princess because it is she who makes it all happen.
We enjoyed being there. The Fetish Cafe feels like home and we feel safe and comfortable there.
We had a chat with Ligatio, the rope guy and his beautiful partner. He told us about the sawing accident ravaging his thumb but he promised us he would be able to give the private tuition in a month or two. They are nice people and very passionate about rope.
Little past midnight we were on our way home. Princess still feeling dozy and I on the top of the world.
It had been a memorable, unforgettable and intense evening.
Most of all though we found ourselves back, we reconnected, syncing with what really matters.
Princess and I.
Yes, we are back on track. I am so relieved!
This Sunday morning I fucked Princess to kingdom come.
I devastated Princess’s body, scratching, biting and pinching her. The more I hurt her the more I felt her pussy clench around my cock. The more I gave her pain. And then some.
It was mind-blowing and so very intense.
When we finally got out of bed it was almost 11 so we had an hour left before I had to drop Princess off at her place.
We took a much-needed shower and had some coffee. Sitting on the couch I felt the adrenaline fade away and started to feel sleepy.
Little did we know we were up for a surprise. A good one.
At noon I dropped Princess off at her place. Her car was gone, it was cold and dreary. Little Star needed to be fetched at Stella’s place because Princess’s eldest daughter had to catch a train in order to get back at the hospital. I also knew she had a male friend staying with her. We are not sure what his role is for the moment but fact is he spend a whole weekend with her. He must have a beneficial effect on Stella as even a few hours with her own daughter are often to much of a stress.
“I’ll check if Stella wants us to come over and get Star,” Princess told me.
To my big surprise Stella accepted, knowing I was coming with Princess.
I ended up entering her apartment for the first time in 2 years. I met her male friend, a friendly young guy with, I imagine, loads of patience. As always Stella was stressed so Princess and I killed the waiting time washing Stella’s dishes, also something so very familiar. Little Star was joyful, begging for my attention, then that of Princess.
I cannot recall if Little Star showed any connection with the young man.
Then we all got in my car. I dropped Star and Princess off at her place and then I drove to the railway station of my town dropping off Stella and the young man.
She immediately ran to the other side of the street but that’s Stella. The guy got his luggage out of the trunk and thanked me. We shook hands and that was it.
A memorable weekend indeed.