Past Tuesday I took Princess to our local Sushi restaurant. After all it was her birthday. The private rope tuition did not take place because the instructor had broken his hand and sawed in his thumb a few days earlier.
Just before being served two young men, in their late twenties or early thirties, occupied the table next to ours.
It did not take long before they asked us about our Sushi Boat making it quite obvious it was their first visit to a Sushi joint.
I explained them how to mix some Wasabi with the soy sauce and that the marinated ginger was used to wash the mouth between two different types of Sushi.
The owner of the restaurant smiled in agreement and took their order.
We enjoyed our meal and talked about a zillion things. We noticed the guys has ordered enough to feed a small family.
Then our boat was finished and our table cleaned. Our neighbours were visibly stuffed and one of them asked if we wanted their leftovers.
We said no and then we went home and I showed Princess the short movie Kinbaku.
She did not like how the movie started or ended at all. I myself had not really paid notice as I had been much more interested in the story about Kinbaku and how this relates with the Japanese society today.
“This is not how I want to be identified with as a submissive,” Princess told me and of course she was right.
The movie Kinbaku starts and ends with a Shibari model explaining how she had found pleasure in the rope, in being a submissive, after a long period of cutting herself. In fact, one of the best BDSM-movies ever made, Secretary, has the same approach where the would be submissive is also into self-mutilation but finds her catharsis in being a submissive.
It insinuates that being a submissive implicates there is something (mentally) wrong with you.
That is simply not true.
Princess liked the scenes with Osada Steve and found what he said to be very intense and deep.
After the short movie we did some rope ourselves but after the wine we had with dinner we kept is simple.
Then we went to bed and made love. We slept well.
The next morning I woke up early and very horny. Princess was still asleep but I took her. Hell we fucked like animals and I slapped her face a zillion times squeezing every possible orgasm out of her gorgeous body.
Princess also told me a fantasy she had in the Sushi restaurant the evening before and I smiled because I had the same one.
“What if,” Princess asked, “you would have invited those guys over to our place to enjoy the Sushi leftovers?”
“You would be the plate,” I smiled.
“You would have been a dessert for the three of us.”
“Oh yes,” Princess sighed with sensual delight.
Just thinking about this fantasy made me even harder and I fucked Princess into subspace.
Soon enough it was noon and with pain in my heart I dropped the love of my life off at work. Princess was still trying desperately to connect with the real world.