I’ll have Princess with me. Collared and on a leash.
I’ll have Princess with me. Collared and on a leash.
Past Saturday Princess and I went to another dungeon called “Our Place” but then in French. It was our first visit.
We had heard different opinions about PDN, some positive, some negative so we finally decided to check it out.
PDN is in a luxurious villa surrounded by a wall and a royal looking entrance. There is also a parking on the grounds. In fact, it is a sumptuous and classy rendezvous hotel.
The owners decided to add a BDSM facility in a huge tent and it occupies about 150 sq. meters in the garden behind the villa.
The entrance is marked private and the interior of the villa, then entrance hall and the bar, filled with dark, sculptured wood, mirrors and dark red leather. It is so over the top, so kitsch it has become almost art.
Someone told me the villa originally used to be a champagne bar.
We were welcomed warmly and our names were checked on the guest list. They want to keep a low profile and the BDSM facility is only listed on Fetlife.
The showed us around. I must say I was rather skeptical about the idea of a dungeon in a huge tent but I was pleasantly surprised. There were quite some toys like a few Saint Andrew’s Crosses, two gynaecology chairs, a swing, 4 hoists (one had a Shibari ring) and other BDSM furniture.
The room was spacious and there were sitting chairs and so on. Candles and a plastic roll to cut off sheets to protect the floor and toys was freely available.
We felt the people sitting at the bar were more socially accessible than in Antwerp. It felt like a gathering of club members all talking cheerfully and passionate about the lifestyle.
The atmosphere in the bar was less kinky than in Antwerp but then again, it was our first time at PDN.
We had drinks and then went to the tent to play. There was room enough as it was seemingly a low evening. I watched two couples doing some intensive candle play and then concentrated on Princess.
Later on a couple, two young girls, played using a gym bok. Later on the sat on the bed, the sub lying down under a cover while her Owner read from a book to her. Nice and touching.
So we played, Princess and I.
I started slowly, caressing her with my leather gloves, then used a pin wheel on her shoulder blades followed by some biting. Then I switched to some intense spanking and flogging building everything up in a slow pace, intensifying the blows. Then she came, my Princess and I held her in my arms and we sat down on a comfortable sofa while I held her close to me. This would not be possible in the Antwerp Fetish Cafe except for in the noisy bar, not ideal to take care of somebody in subspace.
We then went to the bar and later on we chatted with a guy we had met previously in Antwerp. He told us much of this place existed through volunteers.
It was fun at PDN, I liked the play room very much. It has not the character of an old cellar like the Dungeon in Antwerp but it is spacious, well equipped and not that far from where we live.
The was only one downside and for me an important one. The bar is a private part of the house so not a regular bar meaning people can smoke. And boy they did and that I did not like. When we came home our hair and clothes smelled and I hate that.
I am sure Princess and I will be regular guests of PDN. And of course we are still curious to discover other places to play.
We had a swell evening, Princess and I and we felt very welcome and at easy with our peers.
Everything is fine over here. Princess and I are doing well.
Lately most of our Saturday and Tuesday evenings have been taken by other events or people. This means we haven’t been able to play much let alone go to the Club or discover new BDSM places.
We are though, looking for a day collar for Princess.
This means there has been little to write about and posting just for the sake of posting, well, it ain’t my style.
We visited Princesses’ family on two birthday occasions and to my great surprise her kids, except for Ar, were also present although they came with a different car. Except for The Boy they did as if I wasn’t there but hey, it is a start.
I have been proofreading a novel and it was the second time I did this. It is about finding typos and incoherent data.
For some reason I am good at it.
While people look at a bush in a garden and see the bush I immediately spot a tiny crab spider sitting on a leaf. I tend to notice anomalies very quickly. I found it awesome how a type just jumped at me even before I read the sentence.
I’ve also been working on my photography blog. Having made the choice to shoot on film makes my photography a craft and thus time-consuming. Developing, scanning and digital darkroom takes up quite some of my time.
In two weeks I’m following a workshop on street photography. I subscribed for this about 9 months ago and still don’t know why. In fact I feel awkward around people and feel that pushing a camera in their face is an intrusion of their personal space.
Yet I have been talking with Princess about a project about social documentary photography. Belgium (and Europa) has been inundated by refugees. That could be an angle but I am not really interested because it is way to easy. I would prefer to make a documentary about the poor or the underprivileged natives as I believe it is a forgotten problem.
A few days ago I saw a can of tuna in Stella’s apartment. It was white with blue lettering and clearly relief goods from Europe. I remember being struck as I imagined this stuff in a war zone, in a refugee camp but not in my country.
Then there was my The Kinky Cafe project. It did not flower and I shut it down a few months later.
Now The Kinky Cafe is officially dead. Today I purchased a new domain name for that account and I am starting a new personal photography project.
Tomorrow, Saturday 9, Princess and I are talking her sister for dinner, a late birthday present. We are going to an excellent Indian restaurant not far from Brussels.
Some time ago I received an email from Kayla Lords. I guess you know her from her excellent blog A Sexual Being or as author of some excellent BDSM stories.
This is an excerpt but you can read the whole article HERE.
Takeaway:Real dominants don’t all wear three-piece suits or leather. They don’t throw out orders to total strangers. But they have many traits in common – and none of them are sexual or about the clothes they wear.
Contrary to what the erotica burning up e-readers around the world will tell you, not all Dominants wear three-piece suits, own multi-billion dollar corporations, or turn their secretaries into their submissives from the first interview. Books like that are fun to read and certainly get me all steamed up, but trying to find a Dominant that fits that mold is nearly impossible.
Dominant people, because they can be male or female, cis or trans, come in every shape, size, color, sexual preference, income bracket, education level and career. There is no perfect picture of a Dominant. The men don’t all wear suits. The women don’t always wear leather or latex. Many Dominants I know are typically found in jeans and t-shirts.
So, what does a “real” Dominant look like? In my experience – as someone who loves a Dominant and is friends with others – they all have very similar traits. But here’s the surprising thing: Not one of those traits is physical.
A good Dominant doesn’t rush into giving you commands from the moment you meet. If they do, it’s likely a test. Master M, a friend of mine and Domme (yes, she’s female and yes, she uses the title “Master”), has said many times that if she’s giving a new potential submissive an order, it’s to see if they have a backbone and will stand up to her. Dominants are in no rush to have you bow and kneel before them. They want to get to know you as a person first. (Learn more in 5 Ways to Spot a Good Dominant.)
The best Dominants do what they say they’re going to do. They’re consistent in thought, speech and action. You know where you stand with them. The reality is that you might not always like what you hear, but you know you’re being told the truth as they see it or they’re doing what they think is best.
Sometimes I forget, as we all do, that I am blessed. Health is okay, I love my job and it pays well. My girls are doing just fine. In fact, Big A. and her boyfriend have signed a lease to an apartment. For both it is their first big step and I wish them both all the happiness in the world.
Relation wise I have been an unfortunate traveler for the bigger part of my life. It goes without saying that I was also to blame for when things did not work out as expected.
Let bygones be bygones as I do believe that my past was merely a road leading to where I am now. Sometimes that road was in a pretty bad shape, but hell, who’s complaining? After all I finally arrived at my destination.
Princess is my destination.
Our D/s relation is not very deepened (yet) but that is okay, we don’t live together and when we are together I naturally take the lead in a consensual sort of way.
But when it comes to BDSM we are a match made in heaven and that is where I consider myself extremely blessed.
We both love (very) rough sex with face slapping (me) and hair pulling (me) and she is the perfect recipient of my Sadistic tendencies, loving the things I love to do. How cool is that? Imagine Princess being heavily into needle play… I definitively am not. That would be a whole other story.
Impact play is something I love to give and Princess cannot get enough. The harsher the merrier.
I like rope but Princess adores it and she motivated me to follow a workshop together. We did, in December 2013. Yet I wasn’t convinced because I could not find my voice in this tool. Recently she motivated me again and now I am ready for it. I recognize its strength as a way to dance, a sensual play, Dominance and submission at its best. I can add Sadism and Impact Play to the scene. I’ve been doing a few basic full-suspensions and even if it is not my primary goal it does give a lot of satisfaction. For us both that is.
I am now at a stage where I am going to buy rope in bulk and prepare them for bondage myself.
Rope has become an important part in our scenes and pretty soon we’ll be following an advanced workshop.
I have dark fantasies like The Stranger for example, and Princess is curious and open to find out as I am curious and open to find out and experience her fantasies too.
I have found in the world of BDSM a partner who is by all means a 100% perfect match. Think about it? What are the odds?
I cannot wait to live with Princess and spend every weekend, every evening, every night with her. She is the one I want to travel with for eons to come.
My deepest wish is to marry her.
And have a Rose Ceremony to celebrate our union in a lifestyle I simply adore.
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.
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.
Friday, January 15th
Temperatures have dropped considerably and traffic this morning was chaotic and dangerous. We kind of welcomed the first snow since last winter.
Lovemaking yesterday evening was hot and extremely intense. I had cuffed Princess’s wrist and fastened them to the ring on the side of the bed. I did not use rope but a piece of chain. Heavier it makes also a different noise. Even though it are small details they push different buttons.
After blindfolding Princess I grabbed her ankles, pulling her towards me while mounting the bed and spearing her moist and longing core in one swift move.
“You wanna be used, don’t you, little slut?” I hissed in her ear.
“Hungry for cock are you?”
“Oh yes, please, Milord.” A barely audible whisper it was.
While roughly manhandling Princess I fucked her without any consideration.
“More?” I growled, jumping off the bed, then getting on the bed again from the other side, trying to move differently.
After a few hard ones I got off the bed and then on it again, trying to move differently again, mindfucking Princess in thinking she was fucked by multiple men.
“You like to be fucked like this, slut? I love it when you are a bad girl,” I growled.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned.
I could tell she loved it by the intensity of her orgasms, the squirting while I used some more words to enhance the make-believe.
Seconds later the magic broke when Princess’s iPhone started ringing. Kay, her youngest daughter had lost her cell phone, wanted her mom to check the car and if it was not there drive to the open air sports field where she had attended an athletics meeting. It was after 22:00, dark and raining.
I untied Princess. She got dressed, checked her car and fortunately found the damned thing.
Princess got undressed again and hopped in bed where I was eagerly waiting. We made love, kissing and stroking and enjoying our bodies and the intense sensations they gave us. We talked about “The Stranger” fantasy some more and then turned off the lights.
We slept well but 05:55 came way too soon.
It is obvious we are ready to explore and expand our sexual boundaries and we feel comfortable with the idea. I know Princess has still a bunch of unexplored buttons waiting for me to be pushed. I am more than ready, more than motivated to lead her and help her discover and explore her deepest desires.
Tomorrow, Saturday, we plan to go to the Dungeon in Antwerp. There is a Fetish 35+ party for couples and singles. I checked their Fetlife event page. The party will be well-attended.
That is great because it makes these kind of events even more fun.
I’ll be dressed well for the occasion with my new vest and black shirt and tie. And I’m looking forward to show Princess in the most tiniest of sexy dresses.
Princess and I are still growing, as a couple, as lovers and it feels so great.
Saturday, January 9th
I spent most of the day making preparations for the evening. Watched clips and dug deeper into the Esinem online training module I am following.
Also I tried to rest and take care of myself as Princess’s heavy cold and laryngitis had obviously rubbed off on me.
Everything is set. Ropes, shears, a few impact toys, Princess’s kimono, candles and playlist among others.
The next 20′ I spend picking up Princess and bringing her home.
We have a drink. Cava with 0% alcohol. The reasons are multiple. Princess is on antibiotics and I want to have a clear head. The third reason is that I find I drink way too much. Not that I’m drunk every day, I never am, I don’t like to lose control. But leisurely drinking a bottle of wine while I write or read, every single evening, could become, over time, a problem.
While I lit the candles Princess undresses, keeping her panties, and slips into her kimono. I do the same, black boxer short and a black shirt. I definitively should get a kimono.
I tell her that whenever she feels uncomfortable, if something hurts or feels numb, to say so immediately. Not only for her own safety but to help me learn to do a better job.
I start with a double column tie around Princess’s ankles and hoist her legs up. Then a double column around her wrists. I use a white ribbon, pull it between her teeth and fasten it behind her head.
I play with Princess, stroke her gently, kiss her, touch her sensitive parts. Hell, her panties are already moist. A slap on the jaw, hair pulling, nipple pinching, Pulling her legs higher.
We don’t talk but I monitor her closely and every now and then I pinch her hand.
She pinches back.
I lower her legs and let the rope drop on her lower body. Her eyes are closed, it is pretty obvious my love is far away, in deep subspace.
I attach the rope to the bight of the tie around her wrists and connect it with the one around her ankles and pull her hands against her thighs. Push Princess on her side, spoon for a while, turn her over again and pull the rope over the ring and put pressure on the line. I am now able to spin Princess around, her butt a pivot point.
I lay down next to her, pull her kimono back a little, play with her erect nipple. Kiss her lips, the ribbon still in its place between her teeth.
The next move is even more fun. I untie her ankles and attach a rope to each of them using a single column tie. Pull them up, Princess is now lying on her back.
I grab the ropes and pull her legs open. Use the sole of my foot putting minor pressure and movements on her pussy. Soon she is making the right noises, I push some more and stop just before she finds release.
Then I loosen all the ropes, drop them, covering Princess. I hold her in my arms, we have a drink.
“Yes please, Milord.”
“Get on you foot then, girl.”
With swift moves, pushing and pulling Princess in place, I tie a reverse box-tie. I am happy that this and other ties are already in my muscle memory.
I then get behind Princess, grab her hair and push my foot against her lower right leg to force her on her knees. Then she is on her back. I attach a safety line to the box-tie and hoist her up, making sure her butt is still on the floor.
Unfortunately, Princess can’t hold this position. Her head, falling backwards, puts a strain on her shoulder and that is a problem area.
I untie, making sure every single rope gently slides over her skin or nipples.
While Princess takes a sip I fasten a 150 cm bamboo pole to the hook, horizontally with the floor.
She smiles, happy, and lift her arms so she can grab the pole. Standing up is Princess’s preferred position for spanking and whipping.
Then we go to bed.
Princess has found a new way to intensify her orgasms even more.
Proactively I put a mattress protector on the bed for Princess to lay on. Her orgasms have become even wetter.
It is some kind of mindfuck she uses where she thinks of herself as simply being sexually used; her body unresistant. The notion “being used” is a huge turn-on for Princess.
I fuck Princess, hard, long, with no mercy and with much played disinterest. Regularly using an other way, different noises, breathing in her ear, whatever, helping her to make-believe different men are fucking her. I am not sure if it helps though.
Later, later, Princess lays in my arms. We are both exhausted. Princess thanks me for an intense evening and the zillion orgasms I gave her. She tells me how she feels so very submissive when we play and even more when she is tied.
We talk about her “being used” button. It is an interesting topic. Princess has no idea where it comes from. But it is a huge turn-on and I want to explore it more in-depth, play with the possibilities it offers.
Not for the first time we talk about our mutual fantasy called “The Stranger”. We talk about the emotional impact and if or how it could compromise our relation.
Princess and I are pretty sure it won’t.
I am not going to elaborate but “The Stranger” fantasy has now become even more real as a scene to be played in a not so far future.
We sleep well, Princess and I.
It is little over nine when we wake up on this Sunday morning. We make love but soon I’m exhausted. My cold and laryngitis have worsened over night.
Still I manage to give her about a hundred, give or take, orgasms.
Then it is noon so I have to drop Princess off at her place.
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.
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.
I prepared a new playlist based on the John William’s soundtrack of Memoirs of a Geisha. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397535/
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.
Yesterday afternoon, Saturday, two of Little A.’s BF’s came over for a sleepover at my place. My youngest daughter had been planning this for days. One of the good things was that she had finally decided to clean her room, a huge task. And a necessary one too.
Of course Little A. wanted us out of the house during the evening but that wasn’t’ a problem as Princess and I had planned spending the evening at the Dungeon in Antwerp.
Unfortunately, Princess started a death of cold a few days ago and with it a vicious cough deep in her lungs. She felt feverish and short of breath.
I told her going to the Dungeon was not a good idea. It is chilly in the Dungeon and impact play and or rope bondage would be out of the question.
“We can’t stay at home, can we?” she asked.
” I checked with Little A. and she told me she did not mind but her expression told otherwise. ”
Our bedroom is next to hers and our bed creaks hard enough to wake up the death.
“With how you are feeling? No way.”
“I’ll leave it up to you, Milord. I am sure you’ll come up with something.”
I sure as hell did.
Yesterday morning, after cleaning the kitchen and the living room I went to our bedroom and managed to lift the mattrass from the bed. It is thick and very heavy. I checked the frame moving the bed, did some measurements and made a short list of what I needed. Walked over to the DIY store and shortly after noon, I make some coffee and opened a browser on my iMac.
I did some research, made a few calls and finally I had the evening organized. I was pretty sure Princess was going to love it. I obviously knew where we were going but how it would present itself was an unknown factor. I like that as it spices my fantasy and creativity.
Then I fixed the bed, got the matrass on again and jumped on the bed, moved around. The darn thing made no noise at all. A job well done.
I filled my black kitbag with rope and toys. It was still early in the afternoon so I took the 4 shorter ropes I use for quick tying and decided to whip them. I dyed them red and decided to use some dark blue fine wool for whipping. The look better now. For wrist and ankle cuffs I find the knots at the end of the rope visually not very attractive.
At 19:15 I took a shower and got dressed. With a black shirt, tie, black pants and my new vest I felt very Domly. When I said bye to Little A. all she could say was that I looked very handsome.
I picked up Princess at 20:00 sharp and she too liked what she saw. I was happy to find out she was feeling better.
I helped her in the car and then, behind the steering wheel, I looked at my watch.
“Mmm,” I said, “we’ll be just in time. O yes, we’ll have a guest too, he will be arriving a little later.”
Princess looked at me. “A guest?”
“Yep,” I nodded.
Was it only my imagination? Hell, I would have sworn she looked pleased with the idea.
It was only a 20′ drive but it was a small town neither of us knew or had visited before. I parked the car on a parking lot next to the church.
I helped Princess out of the car, took my kitbag and then we walked hand in hand to back entrance of a place facing the church.
“Oh my god, The Confessional, how appropriate,” Princess chuckled and the she realized where I was taking her. “No way! Really, Milord?”
I rang the doorbell and lights around a small camera switched on. About 20 seconds later a click and I opened the door. We walked over a small patio and when we arrived at another door it clicked open just when we arrived.
We entered a deserted bar. The air thick with the stale smell of cigarettes. An old man welcomed us, I gave him the money and then he showed us the way upstairs where he opened a door to the room I had rented for 3 hours. The Confessional is just a cheap rendezvous hotel where lovers can rent a room for a short period of time.
The room was lit with blue and red lights, there was a drawing of a naked woman against one of the walls and a luxurious shower in one of the corners. Colorful led-lights above the bed. Some fake flowers on the mantelpiece made it complete. The room had the look and feel as if we where in some sleazy and cheap brothel. Under the bed high-heels and slippers and in the linen cabinet a few cheap dresses and high heels one would imagine a working girl would wear. Apparently the room served other purposes too.
The bed was okay though, spacious and with clean sheets.
I ordered Princess to undress but to keep her panty and black tank-top and watched her doing while seated on a black puff.
Then she assumed the inspection position. I got up, and walked towards Princess and touched and inspected her and then told her to get on the bed, kneel and wait.
I got two ordinary glasses and a small bottle of Shiraz out of my kitbag.
“I like it so much when you have everything under control, Milord.”
We toasted, sipped and then I took her glass.
I got some of the red rope and made a quick two column tie around her wrists. Then I went back to my kitbag and took my riding crop.
Slowly I walked around the bed, sliding its top over her body, tapping on her pussy and using it under her chin to push up her head so to have her full attention. Tapped on her pussy again, kneading her breasts, acting uninterested, like I was just toying with some fuck meat.
Unhurriedly I got rid of my tie and used it as a blindfold on Princess.
“It is almost time,” I whispered, “my guest will arrive any moment now. It is my wish that you serve him, that you follow my instructions, that you make me proud. You are a slut. My slut. And now you are going to be a very slutty fuck toy. If you wish to use your stop word, I would urge you to do it now.”
Princess did not move, did not say a word.
Without making a noise I walked to the other side of the room and knocked on the door.
Princess still did not move.
I opened to door and said “come in” to an empty hallway.
Princess did not move, did not say a word.
Good girl I thought.
Time for some fun. I liberated her from her knickers, got a butt plug and some lubricant. It slid in easily. The butt plug has a small ball inside so the plug vibrates with every move.
I pushed up her tank top and attached the Barry Bite pincers on her erect nipples. I used the dials of the TENS adjusting it to a level it was somewhere between enjoyable and pleasurable. Then cranked it up some more. I could see Princess trying very hard to find a way cooping with what was happening to her nipples.
That will keep her busy for a while I thought and pushed my mouth between her thighs, sniffing Princess’s delicious scent and tasting her wetness.
I licked her towards an intense orgasm. Cranked up the TEN more to a level I was sure was more painful that pleasurable.
‘Hell,’ I thought, ‘I am going all the way with you. You are curious how far I will lead you? You trust me? Good. I trust you to use your safe words. If I don’t, then you don’t.”
Fingered Princess. Another orgasm.
Cranked up the width of the pulses of the TENS, making it feel like razor-sharp biting. I could see Princess was suffering but she still did not say a word, not even yellow or RED.”
Went down on Princess, doing was I adore, eating her pussy and enjoying every bit of it.
This time she trembled when she came with a delightful gush spattering against my mouth and chin.
Time for a break. I removed the Barry Bites and the blindfold and untied Princess’s wrists. We had some more wine.
I got undressed and ordered Princess to lay on her back again, legs wide. I speared her violently and fucked and fucked, not stopping even when she thanked me for the orgasm.
Suddenly a deep sigh and spasms and a row of thank yous while Princess experienced one orgasm after another.
Time for another break, some kissing and cuddling.
To my big surprise I was getting worn out. Probably the effect of the meds I’m thanking against the Shingles.
I mounted her again, this time in a gentler way.
“You know,” I whispered and told her what would have happened it the Guest would have been real while I fucked her. So many hot stuff, Princess just a willingly slut, fuck meat even.
She loved every bit of it and then, when I told her she would be on hand and knees, a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, being pushed back and forth by me, she came with a scream, her wetness a tidal wave, sinking in my arms, muttering thank you.
I smiled. Princess is almost ready for the next step and I had found some more stuff to play with.
We left at 22:30. It was raining outside. I felt exhausted.
Back home we went to bed.
I still had some energy so I gave her a good one. Princess was surprised, our bed did not make any noise at all.
Princess and I slept well but before I turned out the lights I removed her butt plug.
This Sunday morning, we fucked as if our lives depended on it. We discussed the Guest again and her orgasms made it even more clear. Princess is really ready and in the right mindset. Open for this experience, even more than for a woman/woman scenario.
I told her I would take care of it, organize such an event.
I don’t think she took me serious.
She better should.
I have a scenario with enough space for spontaneity.
I have a place where I can make it happen.
The only thing I need is
a dick a Guest.