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Another evening at PDN

Saturday, November 2017.
It had been a while since our last visit to PDN.

We arrived in the early evening, after the fabulous feet & high heels afternoon.

It was so great to be there again. The owners greeted us with a big and happy smile. G & M are kind, great, and generous people.

Sid, The Stranger 2, was there too. I was glad to see him as I knew he had gone through some rough times. I listened while he told me about those difficult weeks.

Paul and Mary, a swingers couple connecting with BDSM, said hi and with them too we chitchatted.

We met new people from the foot lovers scene. Princess was very interested and wanted to know everything about it.

All I know is that I used to give a foot massage to Big A. and she loved it. Yeah I know, it is another setting entirely.

It made me think though, about including some foot loving stuff in our scenes.

Princess and I watched Marcus doing a beautiful bondage. We hadn’t seen him in ages and it is always interesting to see him work with rope.

It was cosy and fun and there were many people and they were playing or watching and enjoying themselves.

So did we, Princess and I.

I tied Princess to a bench and gave her a good and intense spanking. Used a cane mainly. And clothespins. And mind play.

We spend some more time enjoying being at PDN. We talked with Steven.
Frank and Nancy were there too. Princess talked quite a while with Nancy while Frank introduced me to Marcus.

It was that time of the month so we didn’t make it late. Princess felt tired and I knew she hadn’t slept well these past few days. She is also more emotional.

When we left I felt touched. People waved at us, yelling stuff like have a safe trip home and see ya soon and so on.

On our way home I told Princess, not for the first time, how I tought about PDN as my, well, our favourite place. I told her I felt at home there, safe and surrounded by kind and fantastic people.

“I feel the same way,” Princess smiled.
I grabbed her hand and for a while I steered with one hand.

Outside it was dark and there were stars but no moon.

At home we made love and then fell asleep.

Life is simple and beautiful with Princess.
With Princess I am complete and so very happy.

I have never loved so true and so deep and so much.
Princess redefined the word love for me.
It is truly an amazing experience.
Thank you, my Love.

Caning.

The Stranger 2 – Sid – Part 2

We sit down on the coach again. Sip from our wine.
Princess is standing motionless in front of us.
Legs spread. Naked.

It is a glorious sight and Sid and I spend some time discussing the beauty and hotness of Princesses’ body.
Once again I stress how good a little slutty cocksucker she is.

I get up, grab Princesses’ ponytail and help her with some force on her knees again.
Without saying a word I hand Sid a rubber and move my fist to and fro my mouth. He gets the idea.

“Did Sid give you some pleasure already?” I hiss
“Yes Milord, he did,” she whispers barely audible.
“So…” I say and remain silent for about 30 seconds. Sid had dropped his pants and I hear how he rips the foil of the rubber open.
“You should be a grateful little slut.”
“I am, Milord, I’ll please him the way you want me to,” she whispers.
I look at Sid.
Wow, his cock is like huge. Thicker than The Stranger’s and even a tad longer. Hard as rock is the least one can say.
“You lucky slut,” I whisper in Princesses’ ear, “you’re having a special treat this evening.”
Before she can answer I grab her ponytail once again and force her mouth over Sid’s enormous cock.

Princess gags, then finds her rhythm and breath. I help her up and down his shaft then loosen my grip.
Soon she is sucking him on her own.
“Is she any good?” I ask.
“Oh yes Franco, she is simply great at it. Wow.”
“A well trained slut she is,” I admit and, tapping on Princesses’ head I add “good girl.”

Somewhere in the back of my head a voice keeps nagging me telling me there is something not right. I cannot pinpoint what it is.

I watch Princess and see how Sid is having a great time.
“She sure takes it deep,” he sighs.
“I know,” I smile.
His breathing increases, he tries to hold it then comes with a long kind of muted ahhh.

I pull back Princesses’ head and with delight I notice how the tip of the rubber is filled with jizz. Saliva is dripping over Princesses’ chin as if it was cum.
So hot.
I kiss her, taste the lube and drink her wet mouth.
Then I hold her, she sighs, content, and proud.
I am pleased of her also and I tell her.
Princess smiles.

“Come,” I say and help her up and lead her to the back of the other couch. Push Princess over it so she can lean on her shoulders. With the tip of my foot I hit her ankles until her legs are spread to my satisfaction.

“Look at her lovely, firm ass,” I tell Sid.
He comes closer, examines it, slides his finger between her already gushing wet labia. Caresses gently her butt.

“And this,” I say while putting my hands on her hips.
Sid whistles with admiration.
“Looks like a great grip for some hard doggy style fucking,” Sid smiles.

Wow, the guy is really a find. Sid is doing great in helping me create that special mind fucking atmosphere I talked about when he and I met.

“Yep, and sometimes I put some rope around her lower belly to have even a better hold when I do doggy with her.”
“A belt would be a good idea too,” he adds.
“But holding her at her hips and sinking my fingernails hard in her side really makes her squirt,” I tell him with admiration in my voice.
“She is a squirter?” He sounds like he does not believe me. But we are both men of the world and we know it can be achieved after some physical and mental training.

“Oh yes. I took me about 6 months to get Princess there and now she can’t stop squirting. She’s like a bitch in heat. With almost every fuck she soaks the bed sheets.”
“Holy shit, that is unbelievable.
“Hold your horses, Sid,” I tell him, “I haven’t quite taught her to squirt when she fucks a Stranger though.”
“I love a woman spatting all her juices around when she is fucked thoroughly,” Sid says. The man has really some deep thoughts.

“Watch this,” I say and land a hand on her buttocks. Then another. The first blows are soft, gentle and I increase the rhythm and the impact little by little. Some good spanking needs to be build up in a gentle and caring way.
Soon Princesses’ back end is turning red.
“See this, Sid?” while I pull her cheeks open.
He crouches to see better.
“Yes,” he tells me, “her cunt is swollen and her lips are falling open. God what a beautiful view.”
Without a word I point at the fuck stick and the rubber.
Sid nods and carefully prepares the toy.

I grab Princesses’ ponytail.
“Are you horny, little slut?”
“Yes Milord. Thank you Milord.”
“And you can’t cum, can you?”
“No Milord, you have forbidden…. ohhhhhhh my god,” she yelps when Sid slides the fuck stick in her hungry cunt.
He moves it in and out in a teasing slow pace while I hit one buttock, then the other. We go on and on.
“Stoppp… please, please,” Princess moans.
We stop immediately. For a few moments I caress her deep red ass cheeks. The nod and Sid starts again fucking Princess with the toy.
She whimpers and yelps while doing her very best not to cum.

“You had enough,” I hiss and pull Princess up using her ponytail. With a swift move I turn her around and make Princess sit down. Then push her on her back. I check to see if the blindfold is still in place.
It is.

Sid sits down on the couch and grabs his glass of wine.

I take some rope and grab one of Princesses’ ankles and tie a Futomomo. I do the other leg too. The I tie her foot soles together. I finish it off with a double column tie around her wrists and pull her arms back. There are several attachment points at almost floor level in the walls in my living.  I tie the working end of the rope to one of these points.

“Look,” I say.
Sid comes over and sinks on his knees. “What a gorgeous little cunt your wife has,” he mumbles.
“She has indeed,” I agree and spread her lips, opening her pussy even more.
“Go on, feel, touch, finger,” I encourage him.
For a while we admire, discuss and play with Princesses’ pussy. It is soaking wet.

I hand Sid a cup and a pump and explain what I want him to do and how to do it. He has heard about his but is not sure how it is used.
Sid places the cup over Princesses’ pussy and uses the pump to pull the air out of it. Now more blood is sucked to her pussy making it even more sensitive.

I create a pattern of clothes pins over her upper body.
Sid releases the cup and when I say ok he starts licking her while I drop hot candle wax over her upper body while touching the clothes pins with the fingers of my other hand. When the dangle they cause even more pain.

We go on and on, pushing Princess deeper in a hot swamp of lust, desire and pain.

After about 15’ we stop.
I use a razor-sharp knife to remove the candle wax from her body.
Princess is deep in subspace now.
It takes a while to clean her up and untie her.

Then I help her sit up.

“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good, Milord.”
“Feeling tired or horny?”
“Still horny,” she smiles.
“Great. What do you want me do to with you.”
“I want more, Milord.”
“I know.”
“ But what do you need now?”
I notice she can’t bring herself to say ‘I want to be fucked by you both’.
I respect that. Those thing will come in their proper time.
“I’m guessing you want to be fucked over and over now?”
“Yes, Milord,” Princess sighs with a big smile.

I feel exhausted, sweaty.
Worse even. Thus far the evening has been extremely hot yet I can’t get it up. I can’t get an erection. It worries me.
That’s what that nagging voice back in my head has been telling me.

What the heck, maybe when I watch her being fucked by Sid I’ll get one.

“Wait here, Sid.”

I lead Princess to the bedroom.
Push her on the bed.
Tie her wrists together, her arms crossed over her chest. The working end goes a few times around her back. It is a tight tie.
I push her 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.

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To be continued

Whip’s End

More often than not, when Princess arrives at my place, I can sense if she is wound up or stressed. The latter find its origin in a combination of daily shit. Work and/or her kids and/or Stella are the most likely blends.

Yesterday was one of those moments.
When Princess entered the living room I grabbed and kissed her but it felt strange, as if a part of her tongue or mouth was not fully cooperating.
A part of her jaw was still numb after visiting the dentist. He is good yet Princess and I suspect deep down there is a sadist hiding in him.

I sensed the love of my life was feeling very tensed so I ordered her to strip.

Gently I warmed up her skin with a soft suede flogger. It is not only about warming up but more about putting Princess in the right mindset.

After a short while I asked her to take the bamboo pole that hangs from the ceiling. It is 6 feet wide and she grabs the ends. Due to Princesses shoulder problems I can’t tie her wrist and pull her arms up.

I touched her body with my fairly new 5.2 feel long faux-leather whip. It wrapped around her body, its end slapping her. She likes it on her back, buttock, breasts, hell, everywhere. Of course I adapt the intensity of the strokes depending on what I am aiming at.

This whip leaves marks as the skin becomes red and a little swollen. The intensity depends on the body part but on her hips, breasts, tummy and thighs they stay for a day or two.

That frightens me because I am afraid her kids will see them. They already, in the past, suspected I was abusing their mother.

On the other hand, Princess and I love these marks. It are love bites.

I did not overdo but I used my whip long enough to find out Princess likes it the most when she faces me.

Using a whip (5,25 feet) gives a whole new sensation. I love the swirl my arm makes above my hand. There lies beauty in the movement, in the intention of that movement. To stroke, to hurt.
I love the whooshing sound and the dry clap when her soft skin is touched by my whip’s end.

But I chose not to overdo it.

“On your knees Princess,” I then said.
I molded her body so her arms were stretched forward, her forehead on the ground, her back arched and her ass high.

Warmed my Princess up again with the suede flogger before ordering her to lie flat on her stomach.

I sat next to her, positioning myself until I found the right angle. For 20 minutes I used my cane.
Not in a continuous avalanche of blows but more every 45’ seconds or even longer.
I finished off the session with a harsh spanking, my hand waving over her thighs and then hitting her delicious ass. Over and over and over.

“Thank you, Milord,” she screamed when an orgasm, as strong as a monstrous tsunami, turned her upside down and made her mind and body spin.

Princess can orgasm on a spanking/whipping alone, without any sensual touching whatever.

As always it was an orgasm with some squirting. I held Princess in my arms for a while and then cleaned up the mess.

Some Dom’s let their sub do the cleaning job but I consider Princesses’ orgasms a gift so I do not have a problem with the scrubbing after.
Also I clean the toys because that way I can check them for fissures or other problems.

I held her close to me in bed while we watched some old Upper Floor clips.
We kissed, it still felt a little awkward.

The Princess said something that took my breath away and made me so very happy. I know Princess is open for what could happen on the road we have taken recently.
Until now though she had not said it yet. Not that it makes a difference but maybe it does. It felt like it was important though, hearing Princess say it.

“I am looking forward to my first threesome with you, Milord. The mere idea makes me so very hot.”
I smiled, there was no answer needed.

Princess and I know we are bound by desire and our love is fathomless.

Whip's End
Whip’s End

 

Save

P.L.P.

This is not about a people’s liberation organization or a political party.

It is what we, Princess and I, enjoy doing.
Pain, Love and Passion.

Princess and I are still growing and the way we play has changed over the course of the last few months. Mind you, I use the same ingredients, but the way I cook is different.

More than before Dominance has now an important part in the way I play with Princess. It makes our scenes more intense and Princesses’ body language, her response to my Dominance, both unmistakable passionate and very submissive.

I think this is why lately we get some very positive reactions in the Dungeon. I don’t just spank Princess or tie her or whatever it is I do. I think of it as a cat and mouse game. I take my time, observe, give pain, observe, give love, pleasure and Princess, my love, reacts in a way I cannot describe except that her emotions are pure.

What most Dominants do in the Dungeon is spank and that is it. I rarely see the interaction I have with Princess. They could as well be spanking a love doll.

I do not want to brag but we, Princess and I, give a genuine show, more than those whom choose to spank for the pleasure of spanking. Don’t get me wrong, I do not look down on these people. Hell, we live in an apartment too and noise travels far. It can be liberating to go for harsh impact plat knowing you are not disturbing anyone. Having the cops knocking on the door.

At home there are the ropes, the Shibari ring and a 3 anchor points I made in the walls surrounding the play space. One overhead, for the arms, and two for spreading Princesses’ legs.

So I can tie Princess in several ways. I can do floor suspension or full suspension or have her stand up, hands tied to a horizontal bamboo bar. Have her lying down and spread open, ready for use.

The cane has become my tool of preference when it comes to pain. I also use wooden clothes pins and they also deliver very intense local pain stimuli. Candle wax is something that does wonders too.

I am still amazed when I make Princess orgasm with only pain.

When I Dominate Princess sexually I feel so complete, so one with my love.

Pain, Love and Passion is our mantra.

Waiting for Princess (2016) Olympus OM-2n with 28mm f3,5 and loaded with Ilford HP5+
Waiting for Princess (2016)
Olympus OM-2n with 28mm f3,5 and loaded with Ilford HP5+

Saturday Evening at The Dungeon

Saturday, January 16th

Early that evening Princess and I arrived at The Dungeon for the “Fetish 35+ Club” event, a new formula.

The Dungeon Master came over to greet us and explained that it was the intention to bring pure BDSM back to the Dungeon without touching the other evenings/events where there is always a pleasant mix of all sorts of kink.

After a drink, white wine for Princess, water for me, we went to The Playroom. First I did a box-tie but I sensed Princess did not feel comfortable, so after untying her, I used leather cuffs to attach her to the hoist.

The Dungeon
The Dungeon

I guess we played for little over an hour. It was a subtle scene where I, in black costume, tie and leather gloves, encircled Princess. Caressing her, using the whips, my gloved hand, regularly watching Princess, getting reaction by slapping her face, grabbing her hair from behind. The soft flogger I used on her body and breasts, she was naked except for her stay-ups and panties. Using the cane as a violin stick I went back and fro between her legs, pushing her towards a climax. It was intense and very pleasurable. I liked the dynamic that was created, a very close dance, more about Domination and submission than BDSM with Less is more clearly in my mind.

Even though I am extremely focused on what I am doing, I noticed a few people watching us. Among them, standing in a corner, Master R. He is the man who put his shoulders under the Fetish Cafe project 15 years ago and finally made it happen. I almost never see him in The Playroom. Master R. has his preferred spot behind the bar where he talks with the regulars.

I released Princess, made sure she was well, helped her dress and while I was putting my stuff back in the kit bag I noticed the Dungeon Master, a very nice guy, walking in our direction.

“I’m sorry I missed seeing you folks play,” he said, “I had to get rid of an annoying customer.”

We chitchatted for a few moments and then he walked away leaving me puzzled. I did not quite understand why he was sorry for.

Back in the bar we had another drink and enjoyed simply being there, with kindred spirits in a warm and safe and respectful place.

There was some eye candy too when a few submissive women started having fun spanking each other. Lots of giggling when they started touching and sucking each other’s naked breast. Finally one of them got on her knees and started eating the other woman’s pussy.
Boy, so hot to witness.

We decided to leave. While I was waiting to pay my bill Master R. came to me.
He did not say much but he really made my day and very, very happy and honored.
Basically what he said was that he had watched us play and had liked and enjoyed it a lot. Coming from him this is really a huge compliment.

Back home Princess and I made love. It was, like always, very intense and hot.

Like always when we are together we slept well.
We started Sunday early in the morning with more intense and hot lovemaking.
And yes, like always, around noon I dropped Princess at her place.

The Dungeon
The Dungeon

 

 

 

 

Preparing for rope play

I hope tomorrow, January 5th, Princess and I finally can try out the plug and do some more extensive rope play and a few floor suspensions. No, I won’t be tempted to do a full suspension for the simple reasons that I am not qualified and I cherish Princess’s safety.

One has to learn to walk before running.

I sawed a piece from a broomstick to use as a cross-beam so Princess can stand straight up and hold it while I walk around her naked body.
I’ll be ogling Princess’s delicious curves and of course spank her.
It is one of the things I really like doing in the Dungeon.

To hold so I can spank you Olympus OM-D M10 with Lumix20mm f1,7
To hold so I can spank you
Olympus OM-D M10 with Lumix20mm f1,7

When Princess bends over, her arms resting on the back of our couch, yeah, that is a great spanking position. Like leaning against the door.
But standing up straight is what I really like.

Why a cross-beam and not tie her wrists with a double column tie for example, a much sexier position? It is something she can’t do for very long due to a shoulder injury near the neck. Having her arms straight up, parallel with her body, is much more comfortable.

So after the warming up with the rituals I have put in place and the spanking I’ll be doing some extensive rope bondage. I’m thinking a reverse box-tie so I can have her upper body in some kind of cradle. Maybe even a box-tie and one foot up so she has to keep her balance with the other.

Olympus OM-D M10 with Lumix20mm f1,7
Olympus OM-D M10 with Lumix20mm f1,7

I prepared a new playlist based on the John William’s soundtrack of Memoirs of a Geisha. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397535/

We’ll see.

When we last phoned, noon today, Princess was in bed, still ill, with a severe cold and a headache due to swollen sinuses.
If Princess is not well, still couching and sneezing, there will be no rope play. I need her to focus on what we are doing. And I am sure she won’t even appreciate the moment. Plan B is simple. I’ll learn her a few “degrading” positions and make her move over my dick because they will be included in The Stranger scenario I am planning.

Then there will be some rough fuckery.

I hope Princess feels better though… I am really looking forward to work more with rope.

Waiting for Princess Olympus OM-D M10 with Lumix20mm f1,7
Waiting for Princess
Olympus OM-D M10 with Lumix20mm f1,7

 

 

3 New Riding Crops – revisited

These are the 3 riding crops I recently bought for Princess. I haven’t had the chance to use them yet. Past Saturday Little A. was staying with us.  I used each of them for a gentle touch so Princess could kind of taste them already.

We go from right to left.

The double keeper of this riding crop is made of heavy rubber.  The handle itself is not only long but also heavy.
In the shop I tapped my arm and the sting was, due to the heaviness of the keeper, very intense and localized. Used gently I am sure this crop will be perfect for pussy spanking.

I’m thinking the red whip will be much more fun. It is not only beautifully crafted but also very light. The long, thing and flexible tress makes a double whooshing sound due to the fact the rod is extremely flexible.
This crop will certainly sting extremely hard and leave some welts if used to hard.

The one on the left is not so flexible and the whooshing sound less noticeable. I’ll use this one as a part of the warming-up ritual.

3 Riding Crops
3 Riding Crops

 

 

 

 

3 New Riding Crops

“May I help you Sir?”
“Just browsing. I am looking for a Christmas present for my niece.”
“Okay Sir. I you have any questions…”

I give the salesman an amiable nod. He is younger than I am but his hair is grey and he looks older. He seems boring too. The equestrian store is also a dull place. I am relieved his grandma is not holding shop today. She is a real bitching bitch.

I am here because it is within walking distance from where I live and they carry an extensive collection of riding crops.

“I am looking for a riding crop.”
“She is into horseback riding then?” he asks with a professional voice.
“Yes she does,” I smile.
“Nice. Does she own a horse?”
“Indeed.”
I keep my answers short so he does not get too motivated and start a conversation.
The last time I rode a horse the animal shook his head up and down pulling me off its back. I made a nasty fall and that was that. It happened about 35 years ago. I am quite over it by now.
I have a niece, and a nephew,  but haven’t seen them since I divorced.

I pick two nasty looking riding crops and asks if he would be so kind to gift wrap them.

Then I choose another one.
“I’ll take this one too,” I smile. Hell, I am enjoying every moment.  “My niece will be as happy as a clam.”
“One can simply not have enough riding crops,” he replies.
Oh, this is simply a hilarious moment.

“I’ll use the paper as an envelope, is that okay with you? And I’ll tape the crops together, makes it easier to wrap them.”
“Sure, have a blast. Excel yourself, surprise me. Be creative.”
“Huh?”
“Well, I can’t walk home with those crops visible for everyone, now can I? What will people think? Maybe they’ll imagine I’ll be using them for other purposes?”
He smiles but I can sense his sudden uneasiness.
Hell, this is getting even better.

“You could of course, Sir,” he answers, nervous like a Catholic who suddenly feels the proximity of the devil. “Do you need a customer fidelity card?”
“No thank you, I am not a faithful visitor of your store.”
“Maybe for you niece then?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t want her to know how much I spend on the Christmas gift.”

He smiles again, even more nervous.
“True, what was I thinking off. Have a nice day Sir. I sure hope your niece will be happy with your gift. They are after all fine riding crops.”
“I am pretty sure my niece will enjoy them more than you can ever imagine,” I wink. “Have a great afternoon yourself now.”

I leave the store and walk home.
I can almost see Princess’s fine ass reddening under the blows of these fine crops. I can almost hear her moaning and begging for release. I can almost scent her arousal and feel her wetness.

Later on this evening I will be picking up Princess at her place. She has her bathroom renovated, her kids are studying and there is tension between some of the kids. That means a weekend of chaos for my Love.

Princess needs to relax but we can’t play as Little A. is staying at our place. So I’ll be taking Princess to the public sauna and later on some intense and noiseless play. Two of the three riding crops I bought are silent enough in their use yet I am convinced they hurt as hell.

My collection of impact play toys is growing. I have a collection of riding crops, whips, floggers and canes, about 20 of them and a few others like wooden spatula, rubber and leather gloves.

3 Riding Crops
3 Riding Crops

Princess meets Barry Bite

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Yes, I know, it sounds like some sleazy homemade porn flick. Princess being fucked by our overweight neighbor who forgot to take off his white socks.
Me directing, filming et al.
Then some editing with iMovie and Garageband for an appealing soundtrack.  I have finally set my iMac to some good use.
Downloadable via redtube.com for only .99 cents.

Dream on folks, dream on.

So who the fuck is Barry Bite?
It is not who. It is what.

For various reasons I haven’t used my TENS-unit much lately.
I felt it was time to turn the tide and during my last visit to my favorite sex shop I spend some time browsing through all the extensions for the Mystim Tens Unit.

Finally I chose Barry Bite.

These bi-polar electro-conductive body clamps create a tingly, lustful pleasure at nipples, lips and various other body regions.

Thanks to the fact that every clamp is bi-polar always only the tissue in between of the two half’s of the clamp is being stimulated. This means that you can stimulate both nipples at the same time, without any danger of leading electricity through the heart. Thanks to the small screw you can decide if you want Barry to live up to his name and bite you, or if you prefer him to gently nibble on you instead.

Moreover the gold contacts of Barry Bite enable an especially intense and continuous stimulation. (from the Mystim website)

I made Princess lay back on our bed with the mattress protector in place. She was very nervous because she had forgotten how electro play feels.

I did not use the clamps at their full pressure. Turned the TENS on and then adjusted the power so it was sustainable for Princess.

She liked what the various programs and settings did to her nipples. Some gave more pleasure, some a hint of pain.

“This setting is delicious, Milord,” she sighed.
I smiled.
Here we go, I thought and pushed my face between her legs.
Sniffing, inhaling her scent. Playing with my tongue. Teasing, lapping, drinking.

Her first orgasm in combination with Barry Bite was an intense one.

The massager gave her an even wetter orgasm.

Then I went for the massager and the Terrific Truman vibrator. I almost killed Princess. Her orgasm was extremely intense and very wet.

“Thank you, Milord,” Princess sighed, almost breathless.

I got rid of the soggy mattress protector and blew out the candles. Princess was on an other planet, dozy, smiling, enjoying. I did not want to spoil it with getting my orgasm.
This was far more better.
So I held Princess in my arms, soothed and kissed her.
We fell asleep.

When I woke up, this Sunday morning, I smiled.
Princess and I had slept for 10 straight hours. A record for Princess.

She was still sound asleep,
Not for long though. My hard cock was in need.

Princess meets Mystim's Barry Bite
Princess meets Mystim’s Barry Bite

 

 

Saturday Evening, November 21st – The Dungeon

Continued from Thoughts – November 21st, 2015

We park the car and walk to the Fetish Cafe.

Maybe it is because it is cold. Maybe because it has been raining. Yet I have the impression the streets in Antwerp are less populated.

Brussels, our capital, is in lockdown due to an eminent terrorist attack. Major activities cancelled, bars are asked to close at 18:00. One could argue we are at war. Maybe that is true and if so, it is an ideological battle.

I feel no fear. I am not going to stay at home because of a few extremist lunatics. Yet survival has now a different tagline: expect the unexpected.

Princess and I are happy to be here again, in the Fetish Cafe. We kind of feel at home here. The bar is not crowded so we can interact with the Staff.

Soon we move to the Dungeon. We want to play.
The Dungeon is empty. I tie Princess to the hoist, with a double column tie, arms up.
A bad idea.
Soon the strain on her shoulders becomes very painful.
Princess uses the word Orange, a little late I find out. Princess did not feel okay but thought it would pass.
We argue.
“Don’t be a hero Princess, I need to know you are safe,” I say.
“I need to trust you’ll tell me immediately when things go wrong.”

A couple + 1 enters the room.
A Dom and two submissives.
The women are tied, face to face, using a hoist.
Interesting.

I play with Princess. I have tied her to a bench now and the next 45′ minutes are only impact play.

The guy is also into impact play. I notice how both women kiss, not passionate or hot, just a kiss. He kisses the women in turn. Also lips on lips, briefly, without any emotion.

More spanking with a leather paddle, cane, bullwhip….
There is no fire, no emotion, no nothing.

Watching two snails fuck would be less boring I think.

Yet it is interesting in another way.
I try to imagine Princess, I and a submissive.
No, it would not work. First I am not interested in kissing another woman and, secondly, my attention would be focused solely on Princess.

So Princess in right (she often is but please don’t tell her I said so) playing with three would be a very bad idea. The second woman would not get much out of the scene and would feel used. That is not what we, what I want.

I decide Princess’s initial idea, a couple, would be a safer bet.

I push Princess to an orgasm.
“Cum for me,” I say.
Being in the Dungeon holds Princess back. One of the last boundaries that needs to be taken down. Cumming in a “public” place is something Princess has an issue with.
I cannot accept that.
Princess is securely tied down. She can’t run. Princess is my prisoner.
I push her to an orgasm.
She moans and sighs, fights it but I am persistent.

I notice how one of the subs screams in anger and kicks the Dom twice, aiming but missing his balls. For them play time is over.

I have no idea what went wrong but I sense anger and frustration.

Then Princess ejaculates over my hand.
Good girl I say.

I hold Princess, kiss her, sooth her. Princess is far away, in subspace.
Trust me, 45′ minutes of spanking, whipping, caning and other variations, can be intense.

The guy has released his two subs and they are not really taken care of. They get dressed like athletes after a game, each in his/her own mindset. No interaction.

Later on, in the bar, I try to connect with him. He has this haughty smile, barely finds me interesting. He stands next to me while ordering one drink.
I say something nice, he neglects me completely.
Then he walks leisurely to his subs.
Then the woman who kicked him comes to the bar and orders 2 drinks.

“And?” Princess asks.
“Waste of my time,” I answer.

We leave at midnight. But not before offering Princess a gift. The Dungeon sells high-end canes, very flexible, with a well crafted handle. They import them from the United Kingdom.

Princess is happy with the present and, back home, I introduce her to its bite. She loves it. Princess wants more.
Hell, I could spank her all night I guess.

“No, Princess,” I say. “I want something else.”
“How can I pleasure you, Milord?”

“I want to taste your pussy and then I simply want to fuck you. And after that, I want to make love with you. Sounds okay?”

“Yes, Milord. I am all yours. Only yours.”
I eat pussy.
I fuck.
I make love.

Then lights go out.
We sleep well.
Yes, I know you know Princess and I always do.

A new cane
A new cane