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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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Private rope tuition and more

It finally happened. The private rope tuition I had organized for Princess’s birthday more than a month ago. It had been deferred because the teacher had sawed in his hand. He is better now but it will take almost another year before he knows if he his thumb will become sensitive again.

They arrived late and as a matter of a fact they phoned us because they where unable to get where I live. It is not the at the end of the world or a deserted colony on the moon but there are so many road works going on. They told me where the were and Princess and I jumped in the car and led them to our place.

We chitchatted for a while and then dove into the workshop. It was intense and the guy is simply a great tutor.

We did a takate-kote but a variation of the one I know and it is more beautiful and doing this tie I learned a few new ways of tying and laying knots.

After that there was a hip harness.

He did the ties on his girlfriend and I mimicked his movements on Princess who simply enjoyed herself.

I had booked him for 4 hours but after 2 I started for feel a little dizzy with all the information and trust me, doing this is very intense and wearing.

Then they left and I did the new version of the takate-kote (chest harness) and then Princess and I felt very exhausted.

We went to bed, I fucked her but not for long as getting both some sleep seemed a better option.

Stella is not doing well and before our visitor’s came Stella phoned her mother and that made Princess a little preoccupied.

We slept well. Princess and I always do when we share the same bed.

* * *

When we woke up it was still early. I fucked Princess as hard as I could and we made love for almost 2 hours before she begged for mercy.

The she grabbed her iPhone. There were more than 60 text messages waiting to be read. All of them by Stella and it started at about 03:00.

Princess read them aloud so I could follow. I am not going into any details but I can say it was written while Stella was suffering from an intense psychosis.

I can’t help it but while Princess was reading my mind started dwelling and H.P. Lovecraft and the less know Clark Ashton Smith. I discovered the latter through a small bookstore in Ludlow, England, while I was staying with an aunt.

Stella’s shift in reality is somewhat frightening and I guess that is horror too. There is one slight difference though. Stella’s horror is not something she imagines and writes down. It is what her world is when it is not regulated with medication.

So I dropped off a concerned Princess at her place. Every door was locked and I noticed a slight panic in Princess’s voice when she yelled “Stella” while knocking on the door.

Finally, there was some movement I then I left, before Stella could open the door. I knew it would be okay but hard for Princess.

Stella has an issue with trust/men and when she is suffering from psychosis it is even worse.

Sure enough, later on today, Princess phoned me, all emotional. It turned out Stella had not been taking her meds for a day or two. That explained a lot.

I am writing and it is dark outside, half-moon and 20:11. And even later when ready to post this.

I’m writing this while scanning a bunch of negatives. I am also chatting, something I don’t do very often. I was asked by a  FB friend of me, a Dom, if I was open for mentoring a girl he had met in a BDSM-group.
There was a language problem though and I told him I would love to if she was okay with it. She was. And then I told Princess about it.

So now I am a mentor for a girl who loves BDSM but suffers from OCD.

We don’t ‘talk’ much anymore, but from what she tells me I made a difference. I am helping/guiding someone and that makes me feel so good.

Untitled (2016) Nikon F5 with 70-300 VR and loaded with Kodak Tri-X
Untitled (2016)
Nikon F5 with 70-300 VR and loaded with Kodak Tri-X

A little cupping

A few thorns on our road make us, Princess and I, only stronger.
We enjoyed our 10 consecutive nights together at its fullest. Stella is still staying at her grand parent’s and happy as a clam being the centre point of attention and care. It has become painfully clear she is not able to live on her own. The past 3 evenings we discussed the Stella event and talking about it soothed me and helped us put things in perspective. Even if sometimes a little heated or agitated, Princess and I understand the art and the importance of good communication.

When we play though everything else becomes irrelevant. We let our troubles and worries float away. We are like kids who open their little fingers and let go of their balloon. In the end the only thing that really matter is us, Princess and I, and how we cope with, attack or eradicate the thorns on our path.

We played past Tuesday and I am sure Princess won’t look at that reclining chair she gave me for my birthday in the same way again. It now has another use and way more pleasurable one than simply using it for lying comfy in the garden. I will write about that evening very soon as I still have to write about our latest adventures in The Dungeon two Saturdays ago.

Wednesday morning the cupping vacuum set I had ordered the previous day arrived. I opened the box, cleaned the cups and tested a few things on myself. Then I texted Princess who was at work telling her we were going to pump up things in the evening. She hadn’t a clue what I was getting at. Well let her imagination work I thought while I gift wrapped the box.

Vacuum cupping set

In the evening I drove to Stella’s place for another heavenly evening and night with Princess. We drank some cava, talked and then I gave her the gift. She liked what she saw and asked me a zillion questions about its use and how I wanted to use the set. I guess in her mind’s eye her nipples, clit and delicious folds would be pumped up to an unimaginable volume. Every of my touches on the swollen flesh would then force intense jolts of delicious pleasure through her body.

I had something much simpler in mind though. After lighting a few candles I asked her to strip and lay flat on her belly on the play mat.

“Close your eyes, Princess,” I whispered. Her naked body looked like pure gold in the sparse light of the two dozen flickering tea lights. I hit the play button on my iPod and filled the room with the soft tones of some wonderful classic music. We both love the CD “Fifty Shades of Grey: The Classical Album”.

I opened a bottle with massage oil and started rubbing her back bringing her near ecstasy. Then I pushed a vibrator between her thighs and while the pulsations brought her to another kind of trance I gave Princess an intense spanking.

After Princess had orgasmed, leaving her body trembling, I started the massage all over, applying even more oil, running my thumbs along her spine. I felt Princess shiver with delight and I knew she was ready for even more intense pleasure.

I placed two cups on the soft tissue of her shoulders and gently sucked the air out of them.
As her skin was well lubricated I was able to slowly move the cups around and over her different muscle groups. I did not exaggerate so no bruises or other lacerations appeared.
It is quite easy to leave marks resembling hickeys.

Princess loved the treatment and the intense intimacy of being together so close in the safe haven of the sparse candlelight.

“Time for bed, my love,” I told her.
Ten minutes later I kissed Princess and with the tip of my tongue I traced a line from her lips over her breasts down and even further.
Then I found her other lips, warm, wet and craving for my kisses. I simply love doing what I did.
Teasing Princess juicy folds and clit with my tongue and gently nibbling her clit.
It did not take long before Princess came, and shortly after, under the expert dancing of my tongue, again.
I then slowly crawled upwards again until my hard cock touched her entrance and I pushed myself deep in her longing core. I pulled her close and fucked her pushing her to another climax.
“Come again, honour me Princess,” I growled while fucking her relentlessly.
I felt her pussy spasm around my cock and Princess tremble and shiver in my arms whispering barely audible words.
“Let go,” I barked, “loose yourself, let pleasure take over.”
Princess meowed purring.
“Feel my cock deep in you?”
“Yes, Milord, I do.”
“Cum for me. NOW,” I hissed.
“Oh this feels heavenly,” she sighed and then Princess lost herself in orgasms hitting her on and on like rolling hot waves.

We fell asleep shortly after, glued together with Princess sticky wetness that had been flowing lavishly over our bellies and thighs.

Photo by Leonid Mochyulskiy
Photo by Leonid Mochyulskiy

Hair

Yesterday evening, as on all Thursdays, Princess arrived at my/our place around 22:00 to spend the night with me.

We like to talk for a while before going to bed and more often than not we make love before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Princess and I sat on the couch and at some point she asked me for a kiss.
“Sure”, I told her, grabbing Princess by her hair and pulling her face close to mine.
I am still astonished with Princess’ reaction when I do this. Princess is almost instantly in total submission mode.
It is delicious kissing my love like that, holding her head by the hair. I can tell she is already on her way, preparing herself to climb the high cliffs of intense gratification.

When we make love, Princess and I are two entangled bodies, lying on our sides facing each other. My hand buried in her hair.  Pushing Princess away or pulling her close against me while I relentlessly pound her wet core.

Maybe just holding her face a few inches from mine so I can watch the gaze in her beautiful eyes change when I fuck her to a climax.
“Don’t”, I hiss, feeling how her womanhood clamps around my dick. She is so close to orgasming.

I stop for a moment and start again, driving myself in and out of what is mine.
Her juices now running abundantly over my thighs are soaking the sheets.

I have found something new and it drives Princess crazy. It almost immediately sky-rockets her into the oblivion of an extremely intense orgasm. Her convulsions surge around my cock.
Yes, Princess loses it when I push a finger or even two in her mouth.
“Suck”, I order her, my voice low and deep.
“Make me proud girl and suck!”
While I move them slowly in and out her tongue flicks around my fingertips.
“SUCK!”

Like a hot fist her core closes firmly around my cock.
Princess trembles, shakes and whines as her sweet juices splash against my belly and thighs.
Her body relaxes while she emits long groans, her mouth searching mine.
“Thank you Milord” she sighs.
We kiss.
We hold each other close.
We become one.
We are one, Princess and I.

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Photo by Manako – Model : Yuliya – Rigger : Oleg Gerasimov
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After The Dinner Party

Princess and I had an intense and wonderful  evening.
Dinner was great although sober and Princess enjoyed being fed. For me it was even more pleasurable though. Imagine having a beautiful woman sitting naked in front of you, carefully bound, love splashing out of her stunning eyes.

Dinner is ready

After finishing dinner, Gnocchi al Pesto, I pleasured Princess with a good spanking. I stopped just in time so she didn’t come making her savor even more what came next.

Using some rope and a bamboo stick I spread Princess’ legs and made her hot and horny with a mix of ginger and my tongue, once again denying my love the relief she was desperately craving for.
It was only after the bigger part of her luscious body was covered with candle wax I granted Princess an orgasm.

Feeding Princess

I held her in my arms for a long time, whispering words of love, soothing my wife to be with soft kisses while her body slowly stopped quivering.

We went to bed and I held Princess in my arms, her soft skin warm against mine and we kissed for a while. Then we made love again and Princess whispered thank you when she climaxed and I smiled and felt so close to the love of my life. We are truly one soul, one heart, Princess and I.

I grabbed her hair and took Princess again, pinching her nipples violently and biting her ear lobes and she gasped underneath me, her nails buried deep in my back. I rode Princess hard, spearing her deep with my hard cock. Finally I found my release and when I did she climaxed too. Uncontrolled and so very wet Princess  fell into my arms, shivering and breathless.

It was delicious and so intense and I kissed the tears out of her eyes before we fell asleep.

 

Playdate interrupted #ASMSG #EroticRomance #BDSM #Dominance #submission #spanking

Princess knocked and I opened the front door.
She was wearing her black high-heeled pumps and a coat.
“Hi there,” I smiled, kissing her gently.
“Hi, I’m so happy to be here”, she replied.
We kissed a little more.

Then Princess entered and I closed the apartment door behind her.
“Let me take your coat”, I told her.
Graciously as a snake she slid out of it.
Holy cow, underneath Princess was completely naked.
“This is how I left home, Milord”, she whispered when she saw the amazement in my eyes.
It was a jaw-dropping moment.
“Didn’t you ask me to come with only my black pumps, Milord?”
I nodded, my throat dry and my heart beating like mad.

Princess muted her iPhone and laid it on the small table in the hall.
“I’m all yours, Milord”, she meowed.
With trembling hands I collared Princess and led her to the living room where I ordered her to sit down on the church chair while I poured us both a glass of excellent Shiraz. And some white chocolate to go with.

Wine

Sitting comfortably in my couch we chit chatted for a while, sipping from our wine while I gently caressed Princess’ naked body with the tip of my riding crop.
Then I got up and ordered Princess to do so too.

“Rope-time, girl”, I growled, “and I’m going to start with a takate-toke (box-tie).
I took rope and with the bite between my fingers I grabbed her arms and pulled them backwards and started with a single column tie around her wrists.
Then I got distracted as I suddenly heard her iPhone buzzing in the hall. Then it stopped for a few seconds and started buzzing again.
I tried my very best to ignore it and continued tying. I noticed I had made an error and decided to start all over.

Rope and bamboo

It was then when my iPhone started ringing.
Fuck.
Silence. It had stopped.
A beep telling me a message had arrived.
Then the darn thing started ringing again.
Double bloody fucking crap.
There was no way we could keep ignoring this.
I grabbed my iPhone and saw the caller ID.
Stella.

“Hello”, I said grumpier than I intended.
“Is my mother there?”
I handed Princess my phone.
Some 20’ later the animated call ended. Apparently Stella had a headache and she wanted to see a doctor as soon as possible so she could get a scan because she was sure she had a brain tumor. When an idea settles in her mind she keeps chewing it until it’s gone. Sometimes Stella can go on for hours before she is able let it go.

We tried to get back in our scene and I finished the box-tie and tied Princess’ ankles to a bamboo stick and gave her a good spanking. After untying my love again I positioned Princess over the back of my couch for some intense whipping and spanking.
Just before she climaxed I stopped and with a piece of rope I made a single column tie just above her hips and then pushed my hard cock deep in her.
While holding Princess with the rope I assfucked her as hard as I could, using voice control to push her further and further until she finally climaxed.
We both fell on the floor, smiling, laughing, moaning and panting.
“I love you more than anything”, I told Princess while bending towards her for a kiss.

In the hallway Princess’ iPhone started buzzing again. And again. Then my iPhone started ringing followed by an incoming message.
OMG. Stella again.
Her sister Bo had tried reaching her mother at home and on her cell phone and finally had called Stella.
Apparently Bo had gone completely haywire and needed help.

Princess tried to reach her daughter while my fixed phone started ringing. Oh boy, this was going to be one of these evenings.
“Hello?”
It was The Boy and he nervously asked me if he could speak to his mother.
“Is it about Bo?” I asked and he acknowledged reluctantly.
Hell, him calling my home number with the risk having me answering indicated we had a serious crisis going on.

“I’m sorry”, Princess told me after hanging up with Bo. “I have no idea what is going on. Bo is hyperventilating and she won’t tell me zip.”
She looked so vulnerable, so sad and I took her in my arms, my lovely Princess, and told her everything was ok and added that driving to Bo’s student home was the best thing for her to do.
“Thank you”, she whispered. She got dressed and left for the 30’ drive to Bo.

An hour and a half later Princess was back. She had dropped Bo at home. The crisis with Bo was a non event, just a fight between roommates but it was enough for Bo to go berserk. Princess was turned up by the continuously ringing and texting Stella while driving back.

We went to bed, Princess and I, and I held my future wife in my arms, kissing and caressing her.
“I know what you need now, girl”, I whispered.
Princess didn’t complain when I turned her over on her stomach.

When I stopped spanking the bed sheet under her gorgeous body was soaked with her cum and our bedroom was filled with the delicious scent of rough and intense sex.
Once again I held Princess in my arms, soothing and kissing her all over before I fucked her thoroughly.

After changing the sheets we crawled under the duvet, Princess with her back against my chest.
I switched the light out and for a while we lay in the dark, barely awake, listening to each others respiration. We felt lighthearted and moved and madly in love.

Seconds before I fell asleep Princess asked me if I thought she was a good sub and if she made me happy.
In the darkness I smiled and whispered “yes my love, you are in every way perfect”.
It was past midnight but we slept deep, Princess and I.

What a joy it was waking up this morning and being able to kiss the love of my life before I left for work.

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A Pocket Book

We had dinner, the three of us, Princess, Little A. and myself and after that we played a parlor game. Princess won, Little A. came in second and I, well, never mind.

At half past eleven I called it a day, Princess and I had to get up early for work and I wanted to finish this first day of the New Year making love with her. Hadn’t fucked the love of my life in 3 long days!

After kissing and a combination of hair pulling and fierce nipple pinching I started teasing Princess by pushing my cock against her wet opening, pulling back, then pushing the head a little deeper, pulling back again and then some pussy eating.

Finally I violently speared her, she was so ready, hot and in need to be filled up. Princess screamed and I felt her nails scratching my back. Relentlessly I fucked Princess and with each thrust her pussy became wetter.

Alternately biting her earlobe and pinching her nipples I slowly pushed Princess closer to that consuming fire of an intense orgasm. She was pushing her knuckles against her mouth and rocking her head from left to right and back until I grabbed her by the hair. Obviously Princess was getting there.

“You cannot come,” I snapped.
A long sigh…

I went in for the kill, adding that last thrust, milliseconds before she would lose control and fall in that hot and vast ocean of a welcome relief.

“You know what I would prefer doing now? In stead of fucking you I mean?” I whispered.
“What?” It was barely audible.
“Push you against the door and whip you.”
These words almost did it but she fought like a lioness against the release she was craving for all evening.
Princess can be a very good girl.

Some whimpering, biting her lips, trying to dam that tidal wave rolling at high-speed towards her.
“Please,” she panted, “please Milord.”

I stopped fucking her.
“I let you if…”
“What?” she muttered.
“I am going to give you a small notebook you will keep in the drawer of your night table. Each time after we made love you will write down the date and how many times you orgasmed and what kind. You can add more info if you so wish. At the end of the year you’ll have quite an impressive list. That I’m sure of.”

Princess stared at me in disbelief.
“Don’t play hardball with me, girl, you should know better. The question is a simple one. Do you want to come or don’t you.”
“Yes, Milord, please, please”, Princess begged.
“I’ll get a small pocket-book first thing tomorrow. Okay?”
She nodded, eager to get that long needed relief she was desperately yearning for.

A few seconds later my darling fell over the cliff and it was a good one and she thanked me and I simply held her in my arms feeling so rich and happy.

I started moving again, ever so slow, making sure she’d feel my cock sliding in and out. I wanted Princess to feel every inch, to feel how she was fucked and used.
“Can you imagine”, I whispered while moving in an out, retaining myself from pounding as a madman, “you in the Fetish Café? Blindfolded, naked and bound to an O-ring in the ceiling.”
“Yes Milord”, she groaned while I pinched a nipple.
“Well maybe not entirely naked. Maybe a garter belt, stockings and the new boots you bought.”

I was lying on my side. Princess too, facing me. It is my favorite position.
Easy to hold Princess close or push away while fucking and in this position I can move her arm behind her head so I can pinch or bite a nipple. Buttocks up so I can spank with one hand or tug her hair.

“Imagine me whipping you, Princess.”
The words made her tremble in anticipation. Simply the idea of being whipped or spanked sends my love right into orbit.

“You are near a release and you know it will be a very wet one, hell, maybe you’ll even ejaculate.”
Moving, in and out, enjoying the wet sounds her delicious lips make, my dick and balls sticky with her juices.
“When you finally cum, I pull away your blindfold and in that millisecond before you find your release you see people in front of you, they are so enjoying the show.”

“Oooh my god”, Princess almost cries out.
Her body spasms and her arms pull me towards her, almost crushing me. Princess kisses my face, mutters how much she loves me, thanking me, stumbling over her words. My love is skyrocket into some kind of orgasmic forgetfulness.

I hold her, pull the duvet over us both, kiss her gently, soothing and caressing her until the she gradually stops trembling.

“I love you so much, Milord”, she tells me, over and over again.

Nothing more can make me, sexually speaking, happier.
Just for fun I give her a third one, hell, it is New Year’s day so why not?

Later on she gluttonously drinks me, working for the last drops before lying next to me. We kiss and I can taste myself in her mouth.
Wow.

For a few short moments we talk about a zillion things and yet nothing before I switch the lights off and we are enveloped by darkness, sleep and dreams.

I’ll make sure she writes it all down in her new notebook.

Pocket Book

Thoughts – December 2nd, 2013 #ASMSG #DEC

We had once again a wonderful weekend together, Princess and I.

Saturday evening I picked her up at her house and to my great surprise The Boy, seated in the sofa, lifted his hand to greet me and we even chitchatted briefly. Yes, there is progress and it makes me very happy.
Bo didn’t run away but didn’t say a word.  Princess’ other daughter, Ar, still remains an angry young lady and her relation with Princess is at times very tense.  Ar has terrible mood swings and I’m sure it must not be easy for my love to coop with that.

Princess told me she had recently accompanied Ar to her student room and had noticed a picture frame next to her bed with two of the three placeholders already in use.
Suddenly, out of the blue, with no reason at all, Ar stated that she wanted to put a wedding photo of her parents in the remaining placeholder.
It struck Princess enough to tell me about it and I found it strange too. Hell, we are talking of an image taken almost 25 years ago,  and besides, I cannot imagine a youngster having his or hers parent’s wedding photograph on display. Having a recent picture of them seems far more logical.
Anyway Princess thinks it is mostly about hurting her but to me it shows how troubled Ar is with her feelings of loss and the fact her mom is now with another man.

I haven’t seen Stella, Princess’ eldest daughter, and Star since she pushed me away a few weeks ago. It hurts of course but not seeing Star, that funny little toddler, is even harder. Princess keeps telling me Stella will come around and I believe her. It worries me though as I am not sure I will be able to be openhearted again with Stella.

After Salsa course we went back home. Little A. is staying with me and I didn’t want to leave her alone for to long.
Princess and I watched Henry & June (1990 and directed by Philip Kaufman), a very sensual and erotic movie about the relation between Henry Miller, his wife June and Anaïs Nin.
Later on we went to bed, made love, very rough as always, slept and in the early morning we made love again. While we were wrapped in that delicious smell of our morning sex we talked and shared sexual fantasies. One of them may one day become reality but that is all I will say about it for now.

I drove Princess home at noon and I spend the bigger part of my Sunday afternoon writing and at 6 Princess came by and we went for an hour Salsa course. She couldn’t stay because she had to drop her daughters at the train station.

This evening I am taking Little A. to the movies. She wants to see The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.
Tomorrow and Wednesday evening, around 11 AM Princess has to fetch Ar at her internship, drop her at her student room and then she drives back home and calls me or texts me so I know she if safe back home. So no sleeping over for Princess before Thursday night and we are not used to such a long interval anymore.
I will miss Princess during the night. I will miss holding her close to me, not to be able warming her skin with my breath or covering her with my love.

Soon it will be Friday evening and then Princess and I are going to enjoy our Shibari workshop in the Antwerp Fetish Café where we will buy a set of ropes too. It is our Xmas gift to each other. A present that will gives us, I’m pretty sure, lots of fun.

Suck!
Image found on Tumblr.

About orgasms and Princess

I regret I didn’t write down when I first touched Princess’ hand or when and where we first kissed.

Two weeks and a half after we met I took Princess to my photography exposition near Antwerp and afterwards we went to my favorite seafood restaurant in the
The Netherlands. We had a great time, the mussels were delicious and later that day we drove back to my place.
When I kissed Princess it came so very naturally and I will never forget the first time we made love.
It was simply wonderful and very intense.
Unbelievable.

Princess is a gorgeous creature and her inner beauty is simply incredible.

It was by all means pure vanilla lovemaking and I savored her body after intense kissing Princess, undressing her ever so slowly.
I tasted and licked and kissed every spot of her ravishing body. Oh boy, every single square inch was pure ecstasy.

Princess tasted so very good and I couldn’t get enough of licking her warm and wet folds, teasing her swollen clit and then, quite suddenly, the love of my life climaxed and it was a very intense one.

Later, much later, Princess admitted she had felt both shame and surprise during our first time.
Embarrassed because she had orgasmed so easy during. Surprised because she had been able give herself enough to climax.
I smiled and comforted my Love and told her she didn’t have to worry and just enjoy.

Every time we make love Princess climaxes, vaginal or clitoral, depending on how I touch or take her.
This makes me so happy and I love watching the amazement in her eyes, that little smile that goes with absolute and complete gratification. Her convulsing body seeking shelter in my arms and the aftercare I love giving for the absolute intimacy it brings. These are moments where we are so very close to one another.

About a year and a half ago I told Princess about the female ejaculation and I remember how Princess looked at me in disbelief. Telling her I was born on Saturn and moved to Earth after having spend my childhood on Mars would have probably been more credible.

Princess had a zillion questions but I was well prepared and able to satisfy her curiosity. Yet she remained unconvinced, mumbling something about an urban legend.

It took me 4 or 5 months to get there and hot BDSM had melted away the vanilla.

One evening we were making love and Princess was riding me. It is a position I particularly like as I can spank her ass, pinch and scratch her buttocks and back, squeeze and roll or nibble and suck her nipples. But most of all I just love watching her move on and over me.

Princess was very close to exploding and I remember grabbing her hips and pushing my pelvis up in a quick rate.
Suddenly Princess stopped moving, accepting only my hard and vicious thrusts. She then made a strange sound, kind of deep groan. I felt a warm liquid running over my belly, thighs and balls and I knew. I was deeply moved by her trust, her submitting. Simply letting go because everything had fallen in its place.

Princess fell forward, embracing me, breathless, her lips on my face covering it with a million little kisses.
“What happened to me?” she panted. Then a cry of shame “OMG, I have peed.”

I held Princess in my arms, not wanting to let her go.
Ever.

I soothed my Princess and told her how proud I was of my girl. Felt how the pace of her breathing decreased.

I told her she had experienced that urban legend: a female ejaculation.

Princess was not convinced though, still thinking she had peed in our bed. But nevertheless it was an overwhelming experience and I am sure it made her feelings for me even stronger.

I had a hard time persuading Princess but she held back in the weeks that followed. She explained that seconds before this devouring and all-consuming orgasm engulfed her, it felt as if she needed to urinate.

Every time we made love I encouraged Princess to let go completely, to trust me, to trust her body.

Finally she was able to let loose and ejaculated.
And again.
And again.

Hell, I had created a monster.

Every time we make love Princess ejaculates lavishly and I am aware it sounds unbelievable but it is the truth.

When Princess leans over my sofa and I spank her or whip her she becomes so aroused I just have to touch her longing wetness to make her cum, to make her gush and I adore that splattering sound of her delicious juices on the stone floor of our living.
After playing and fucking in our bed I have to change the sheets protecting our mattress. I don’t mind.

One Sunday morning I had to pull the mattress on the terrace so the huge stain could dry in the sun.

When Princess gives she does so abundantly and I love her for that. Princess is, together with my daughters, a unique and valuable present that life has given me.

I love it when I make Princess climax again and again until she pleads for mercy.

I simply adore pushing Princess from that cliff of arousal and watch her fall in an ocean of pure lust and ecstasy.  I can then be her hero and rescue her and hold my Princess in everlasting aftercare.

After all she is my Princess.
My Holy Grail.
My everything.

On the road

Voyeurism – Exhibitionism

voy·eur noun \vwä-ˈyər, vȯi-ˈər\

: a person who gets sexual pleasure from secretly watching other people have sex

: a person who likes seeing and talking or writing about something that is considered to be private

One of the things I love when Princess and I are in the Antwerp Fetish Café during the Fetish Lounge Parties is watching other people play.

It is fascinating to observe other Dom’s playing with their slaves or subs, undressing them, the whipping, the spanking, the moaning and hands sliding between obviously wet thighs.
Sitting at the bar and peeking at a Dom whose sub is sitting on her knees giving Him head is arousing and visually overwhelming.
There is no real sex though, in the Fetish Café and with that I mean fucking.
That is a pity because I enjoy watching people have sex. It is yummy eye candy.
I find it extremely exciting and it is a powerful visual drug too; one I crave on as a starving vampire yearning for blood.

Fortunately Princess finds this also very stimulating.

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ex·hi·bi·tion·ism noun \ˌek-sə-ˈbish-ə-niz-əm\
a :  a perversion in which sexual gratification is obtained from the indecent exposure of one’s genitals (as to a stranger)

b :  an act of such exposure
:  the act or practice of behaving so as to attract attention to oneself

I have less experience with this part but I am very sure I would enjoy people observing us, Princess and I, while we are playing or having sex.
When we go to the Antwerp Fetish Café one of my pleasures is having Princess dressed very sexy and later on undressing her while she is tied to something. I love showing the beauty of her body.

I’m not sure about Princess’ feelings but I guess she would also find pleasure in being watched.
Let me be clear though. I do not want Princess to be touched, even by the gasp of a masturbating male spectator.

Well, to be honest, I would not mind, in a controlled environment, you know, trust and so on, Princess experimenting with a woman. It has nothing to do with sexism, this woman/woman idea. I just don’t want Princess to be touched by another man, as in my mind it is a completely different thing.

For the record, I do not want to be touched either. Not by a man. Not by another woman.
My body, mind, soul and spirit belong only to Princess and I would cherish the idea to be the sole owner of her body.

My most intense fantasy would be seeing Princess kiss a lady. I imagine it being a long and intense dance of yearning tongues, hands caressing aching skin and nipples hardening, longing for the touch of a tongue or squeezing fingers.

I downloaded a photo yesterday, found it on Tumbler but have no idea whom the author is.

This image visually impacted me very much and inspired me writing this blog post.

Found on http://genre-18plus.tumblr.com
Found on http://genre-18plus.tumblr.com