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Nipples and Clothespins Reviewed

A short timeline to begin this post with.

Our story began on September 20, 2011 and less than a year later, on August 15, Princess revealed she was into submission and BDSM.

On November 16, 2012 I started the WordPress blog Princess and I, Bound by Desire.

From the start it was intended as a personal diary.  It would be about our erotica and BDSM and some personal stuff when it was relevant enough or if it had an impact on our relation.

In the beginning I added some topics about my photography but eventually that faded away when I started my photography blog under my real name.

Over time I gathered a handful loyal readers. Some of them became great online friends too. I am very grateful for that.

I have never been into stats and hits and followers.

I moved to a self-hosted site on August 15, 2013.

My very first post was titled Nipples and Clothespins. We had actually never tried it and after reading Princess told me she was not sure she could stand the pain.

I showed Princess this image.
“Oh no”, she gasped, “this must really hurt. My nipples are so sensitive. Never ever do this to me. Please.”
“I can’t promise”, I told her.

I love browsing through our diary. So many unforgettable and intense memories.

Things have really changed over these past 4 years.

It is obvious you get what you payed for.
At first I was rather ignorant in where to find toys so I opted for a huge well-known international adult life-style shopping site.

I don’t have any of these toys anymore. Some even broke down after being used a few times. The faux-leather cuffs did not even withhold Princesses’ leg shaking after an intense orgasm.  After being use 4 times the soft silicone glans of the Rabbit vibrator showed fissures.

What I have left from those first acquisitions is a beaten down, no pun intended, flogger. It was our very first one and I’m keeping it as a souvenir.

Luckily Princesses’ and my desires, wishes and grow paths in BDSM are fully compatible.
Here too we have evolved considerably. From the beginning I chose to move very gradually so after all these years there is still so much growth in our BDSM experience.

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Although we both love the D/s part, Bondage, mostly rope, and SM are the flavors we prefer.

Recently I added a whip to my collection and Princess loves its sting, so different from a flogger, leather or suede, or a cane or riding crop.

Because we trust each other completely, because we have a very open communication, because it feels like a natural step, we are, slowly, including extra play partners. That to is an exciting voyage.

Our love has intensified; I have never been so close with somebody as with Princess. Princess is my wife to be, my lover, my slut, my best friend, my soul-mate, my submissive.
I trust Princess with my life.

Seven Doors To Seven Temples by MrModigliani

It is beautiful and amazing poetry that moved me deeply and it comes very close to how I feel about my relation with Princess and our journey.
In this poem I read what Princess has given already and is still giving me.
MrModigliani’s words touched me by their familiarity.

Princesses’ gift of Love, surrender and submission is one of a priceless value.
It is something I have never experienced before.

Therefore I wish to share this beautiful poem written by my friend MrModigliani  and titled Seven Doors To Seven Temples.

Step deeper into yourself and sense her.  What do you feel?  She invited you down the path of her own faith and gave you one key.  Are you really worth it? Can she really let you inside the golden temple of her trust?

You are brash. But you really have no idea what is before you.  There is a door that she wants you to pass through.   And yet what you don’t yet grasp is that there are seven door to seven temples, each temple being inside another.  Each temple has its own door requiring a new key.  And only she will decide if you are allowed to pass.

There is little likelihood that you will ever pass through these seven doors or even get inside the second temple.  But, if you do, you will reach her inner sanctum and achieve the greatest divinity of knowing her.  And she will give you everything in multiples of whatever you have experienced.

Enjoy the rest of MrModigliani’s poem HERE. It will leave you breathless with its sheer beauty.

On our very first weekend, Opal Coast, May 26/27, 2012
On our very first weekend, Opal Coast, May 26/27, 2012

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Then brought now

Yesterday, while updating the software for my film scanners, I picked randomly a few slides in order to test-drive my Epson V700. Slides my father made, over half a century ago.

They had turned magenta, typical for Agfa slide film. The Kodak slides and other types of Afga film have somewhat kept their colors.

By posting this image I want to honor my parents who gave me the precious gift of life. They where the foundation of whom I am today. The loved each other deeply with devotion and love. No drama, no bad words, just love and caring.
Not for the first time I wonder if my father was a Gentleman Dom and my mother a lovely submissive. I’ll never know.

The first 13 years of my life where magical and I have so many great childhood memories. Then my father passed away and life suddenly became a struggle, at that time mostly for my mother.
My mother was devastated, as if something had been ripped out of her body. She was so lost and she never even looked at another man.

My mother did her best for us, my sister and me, but the enchanted times had vanished. Forever I thought.

My mother passed away 10 years ago. I miss my mother but I do miss my father the most. Of course I am aware that the memories he still lives in have been polished by the steady flow of time.

There is a mental exercise that I sometimes make. Futile and stupid of course as it is an impossibility. But what if a gorgeous and sexy fairy would offer me 10′ with one of my parents?
Ah, the dream and an easy choice. I would without any shadow of a doubt choose for 10 minutes with him. My father.
No, I do not feel less for my mother, it is the way it is.

Indeed, there have been so many moments in my life that I was desperate because I could not find what I had lost when my father died.
I did not find it in the short of long relations. Certainly not in my marriage. My daughters came close but not close enough.

Deep in my heart though, I knew I would recognize it when it would ultimately show up. I knew that moment would come.

On the evening of September, 6th, 2011 it finally happened when I met Princess. She turned my world, my life and my heart upside down.

On this windy Sunday evening I now understand what it is  I lost when my father died.
Yes, with him my childhood evaporated, true. And unhappy decades would follow.

Looking at this image yesterday and holding Princess in my arms this morning, I suddenly understood what I have been really looking for all these decades. And it was not what I had expected.

It is the deep, trusting, loving and absolute connection my father and mother had that I have been searching for.

I found it, over 4 years ago, with Princess and it is still growing and intensifying.

Princess and I have that extremely deep connection that will survive eternity.

Thank you, Princess, for being in my life, for being with me.

For you love.
For you.
You. And. I.

My parents somewhere in 1959 or so
My parents somewhere in 1959 or so