Day 10 of not having central heating. Every day it is a little more colder in my apartment. There are worse things in life though. I could be living in a cardboard box under a bridge. Live on the streets.
Princess and I have moved to more intimate playing. I start with a tight binding. Princess is naked before we start or I pull away fabric when she is tied up.
Then I give Princess pain on different levels. I do use a cane quite a lot lately. I mix it with clothespins, candle wax, and scratching like with forks.
Sometimes I alternate with more pleasurable stimuli.
Most of the time I don’t.
It is about pushing Princesses’ boundaries. She enjoys the soothing and warm bubble that deep subspace can be.
It is too chilly in the living-room to play comfortably. The bedroom to small.
So this evening Princess and I are going out.
Princess lets me organize evenings. She likes me to guide and surprise her.
There is a workshop at our favorite BDSM club, PDN. It is about working with leather and rubber. Interesting, I am sure, but not for us. I want to take Princess to something new and, if possible, completely different.
We have been talking about visiting another BDSM club nearby. We’ll be checking out that place soon.
Not tonight though.
Princess and I have been talking for ages about visiting a swingers club.
Princess has some very distinct fantasies. Me picking a random guy for her for example.
I share her fantasies.
I love watching Princess having sex with another man.
It drives me wild. In a swingers club she can have even sex with a few men.
Princess knows I’d love to turn her into a hot fuckslut and she likes the idea, I’m sure.
The thing that has been holding me back is the fact that I have no desire having sex with a woman other than Princess.
Princess is sure that I’ll think different when we are there. She also told me she has no problem me fucking another woman.
There is a moment though when one has talked enough. When it is time to take real action. When the tough get going.
This evening, Saturday, November 11, I am taking Princess to a swingers club. It will be my first one and for us, as a couple, a first one also.
In an ideal world we’d love to combine BDSM and swinging. The club we are visiting this evening has a monthly event doing just that. But that’s on a Friday evening and thus not that easy to organize for us.
I am sure Princess and I are going to enjoy our very first evening in a swingers club.
I am looking forward to it.
So does Princess.
I haven’t been writing much for this blog lately. Princess and I still enjoy playing, being together, the D/s and especially the BDSM.
How many posts can I write about a good fuck, an intense spanking, a zillionth orgasm before repeating myself?
Sure, every time we play, Princess and I, it is a different experience for us. Yet not necessarily one that is interesting enough to write about.
I believe Princess and I excel in the way we talk and have an open and honest communication. I value that very much. Once in a while though being truthful can lead to a certain degree of disappointment. This is not a bad thing; it simply indicates you are not in perfect phase with the other person. Talking about it puts everything back in perspective.
Decades ago, it feels like another life, I somewhat dabbled with the world of swingers and, as a single man, had a couple of experiences. They were with a couple who occasionally invited a few men at their home to enjoy the wife. More than the fucking itself I enjoyed watching the others do their thing. The sexual freedom, sex in “public”, the hotness of swapping were also aspects that at that time I found very appealing.
At that time, I wished for a girlfriend that was also into swinging and the idea of visiting a swinger’s club with her gave me an instant boner.
It never happened though, not the girlfriend, not the clubs.
My life then went in another direction and I got married. It was (sexually) very dull and soon I sank in an almost constant state of depression. The birth of my two daughters the only lights in those dark years. After recovering from a burnout my life started to take form again. It would take another 5 years before I finally found the strength to break free from the dungeons of my marriage.
When I broke the chains I also killed the dark beast of depression that had been lurking in my head for almost two decades.
I lived alone for some time, had a relation and then finally met Princess. The path that brought me to Princess had been a hard one, but it was more than worth it.
Over the years my short-lived swinging “experience” faded to a point I did not want to pick up the remainders.
I had moved on and embraced, with Princess, the BDSM part of our sexuality.
The only memory that remained unspoiled and still extremely strong was the image of that woman being fucked by her hubby and the other visitor. The thought still sends hot and tantalising shivers through my body.
Countless are the fantasies I had where Princess was under my control in the presence of another man, also under my control. I imagined a thousand scenarios, one even hotter than the other.
I never told any of them to Princess.
Somewhere in the last months of last year our friends, K. & J., contacted us to see if we were open for a woman/woman scenario. Princess is not even bi-curious but the idea kind of tickled her fancy.
Princess and I did our homework and talked about it, what it would mean. About the impact on our relation.
About limits. I somewhat surprised Princess when I told her that for me, in a woman/woman situation, she was free to explore as much as she wanted and the limits only set by her curiosity.
A few days later I came clean with Princess and told her I would not say no to a BDSM based scenario with an extra man albeit with hard limits like 100% safe sex. I guess she was flabbergasted by what I told her but I felt great as I finally was able to talk about my most well guarded desires and fantasies. I felt relieved and even closer to Princess.
I also told Princess that if it where my call I would prefer a man/Princess scenario over a woman/Princess scene.
Princess and I looked forward to the w/w moment very much. Sir K. and I met and discussed a scenario and then all was set.
Unfortunately, J. had an accident a week before the event so it was called off. J. is still revalidating but getting there.
I am still not sure but I think Princess was somewhat relieved we didn’t go trough with it.
It did not keep me from fantasising about what became “The Stranger”. In short I would take Princess to a hotel room or something. Before entering the room, she would be blindfolded and we would play. Princess would be unaware of his presence until the right moment where he would touch her and so forth.
Over the months I build this scenario based on Princess’s reactions on the dirty talk I often use when we fuck.
We talked about this scenario on other occasions and Princess told me she would be uneasy and nervous but liked the idea exploring her sexuality even deeper. Princess agreed when I said I was sure it would even bring us closer and deepen our relation.
A few weeks ago Sir K. told us J. was doing well and they were looking forward to a new attempt.
Recently I got an invitation for a Spring Party based on the tales of Boccaccio’s the Decameron. I talked about it and told Princess I was pretty sure it was not a BDSM party but a swinger’s party. I did not want to waste money on buying a dark costume or renting a tux for the occasion. On the other hand, I wanted to go, finally witness a swinger’s party and I told Princess I would be open for more if the situation would be favorable for a variation on my “The Stranger” scenario.
As a matter of a fact I had already started setting up a hot and thrilling BDSM variation of “The Stranger” scenario, working on an add ensuring me to find a perfect dick.
A few days ago we talked again about the party on the phone. It is a whole different way of communicating and it has its place depending on the subject being discussed.
We talked about the party and about expanding our sexuality. I told her I preferred by far ‘The Stranger’ of woman/woman scenario over a visit to a swinger’s party.
Then Princess told me again she felt no need for such ventures and was quite happy with how things are. The occasional visit to the club, the playing at home, maybe finding another BDSM club.
We talked some more, looked at it from different angles and it became very clear to me Princess indeed felt no need to explore that part of our sexuality.
I respect her point of view and I am happy she came clear on this after giving me the wrong signals (or was it me interpreting them the wrong way?) I would hate myself forever if Princess did things more to please me than for her own pleasure.
Princess was honest yet I feel slightly disappointed but I am sure that will fade soon.
Here are a few images I took after a very intense scene at our place. It was one of the first times I used only the cane and a few warming up slaps with my hand. The second is biting.