I was resting in His arms, my skin still very sensitive after one of these mind-blowing orgasms He loves to give me.
His warm skin against my back, His breath stroking softly my neck, a hand on my belly the other cupping my breast, I felt safe and wanted and loved.
“Thank you, Milord,” I whispered for the zillionth time.
“You’re welcome Princess,” He replied pressing a tender kiss on my shoulder giving me goose bumps.
We remained silent for a while, floating in post-coital heaven, almost feeling weightless. There was no sound and early morning light started to creep in our bedroom. I felt happy, in balance and so much in love.

“Do you sometimes visit a garden center, Princess?” He suddenly asked. I could almost feel Him grin and knew He was going to explore an idea.
“Why?” I asked and closed my eyes. Stupid me, this was not the answer he wanted to hear.
He pinched my nipple. Hard.
It hurt but I felt how the pain got me aroused again. I’m so sensitive to pain and He knows it, using this knowledge to his advantage.
“A simple yes or no will do,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes, Milord. Sorry. I do go there often.”
“Good. What do you need if you want to grow a plant?”
“Let me think. Soil of course, a pot. Fertilizer maybe.”
“Okay. And what if the plant has to be supported?”
“A stick?”
“Very well Princess. And what are these sticks generally made from?”
“Bamboo if I’m not mistaken.”

I embrace our bdSM lifestyle. It has without any doubt a very positive effect on our relationship, I feel much closer to Him and our love has intensified.
Yet I’m still finding it difficult to immerse me completely, not that I don’t want to, it’s probably something I should have to work on. Therefore our little conversation didn’t ring a bell and I was still thinking what He was trying to say when He asked me what I thought about the idea.
“Bamboo?” I answered.

Then I finally understood where this was going.
“Yes that would be a new sensation,” I said, rather reluctantly.
“It would leave traces on your behind for days,” he said, His voice low and I felt how His erection started to grow against my back.
Milord gets very horny just thinking about hurting me. And I would like Him to hurt me more than He does now; sometimes I feel how He is reticent to do so. I have my kids at home and He is terrified they would notice traces of our play.

I would love to touch the marks He makes when at night I am alone in my bed, following them with my fingertips, reviving our intense moments, getting aroused and playing with myself. Coming and murmuring His name aloud in the darkness of my room.
“Are you going to get one, Milord?” I asked with a voice trembling in anticipation.
“No Princess, I will not. At your next visit at such a garden center you will look for them, trying one, hitting the palm of your hand. Mind you though, your buttocks are much more sensitive. If you like the feeling you will buy some and bring them with you, a present from you for me.”

I swallowed. It was His first assignment for me, His submissive, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to take our D/s lifestyle out in the real world while doing such a simple thing as shopping. And then the sheer idea of buying something He would use to punish me with, something that would hurt so very much. O my god, I already knew we would both enjoy this very much.

Well, He knows I will do it. For Him, Milord, yet also for me, His submissive.
I’m craving for His marks on my skin, His signature for me to feel and enjoy every single moment when He is not in my life.

Ready for punishment

Punishing and other pleasures

Like every Wednesday morning Princess sneaked into my bed, curling up next to me. Kissing, whispering words where love is the main subject.
“I enjoyed reading Diary of a Submissive, couldn’t stop, it makes me hot,” Princess told me.
I had given it to her as a present last Sunday.
Yesterday, Tuesday, we spoke on the phone. I told her, little A. is staying with me for the rest of the week. I won’t be able to play with myself and I want you to do the same. Do not orgasm.
She said she wouldn’t, we would endure abstention together.

“It made you hot?” I asked. We where lying on my bed.
“Yes, it did.”
“Did you play with yourself?”
“Yes, I did, Milord. Are you going to punish me?”
I pinched one nipple very hard, then the other one. She squirmed.
“I just did,” I told her.
Held Princess in my arms, caressing her.

I had one leg between hers and her knee was on my stomach leaving her right buttock free.
Without any warning I pulled her hair and slapped her hard on her buttocks and before she had realized what happened I had turned around on the bed with Princess in my arms, slapping her on the other side of her bum, then turning around again, slapping, turning around once again. It was rollercoaster time.

“Hell, what was that for?” she moaned when it was over.
“Because you came last evening. I was counting on your loyalty but you didn’t deliver.”
“It’s a breach in trust, I agree,” she sighed. “How can I make it up?”
“You know how Princess. Just do it. NOW.”
She went down, took me in her mouth. She gives a really great blowjob.
Reached for her hair, pulling her up next to me.

“If you thought the slapping was punishment, you’re wrong.”
“Yes. I’m going to masturbate and you are going to assist me. Lick my nipples.
And then I’ll make you watch when I come.”
“Not in my mouth?” she sighed.
“No. And I know you’ll hate the humiliation, but you’ll have to lick it from my belly.”
“I won’t,” she told me. “It is a disgusting thought.”
“Finally you will,” I replied.
She screamed, tears in her eyes when I pulled her hair violently as she watched me squirt, pushing her mouth down.
Princess fought, resisted.
Finally she licked it up.
All of it.

Princess is a good girl.


No, really, never ever vanilla again.

We, Princess and I, try to end the week together, on Sunday evening, or start it, depending on your point of view. Most of the time I drive to her place, pick her up and then we go somewhere, the movies, sauna or my place.

We did the latter and on the way home we talked about some issues she had. It has nothing to do with our relation, rest assured.

At my place I immediately dragged her to my/our bedroom, I like to talk while lying down.

Finally she stopped talking, it was out of her system, it was now she and Me time.
We kissed and then I helped her out of her panty yet she remained fully dressed.
Without any warning I turned her around and her ass was in front of me. Started to slap it, gently, I was feeling romantic, so I didn’t exaggerate. Well, to be honest, gave a few hard blows, just to let her feel who is on top.

We were unaware that we had started a memorable evening.

“What was that for?” she asked when I had given a final slap, a hard one of course. Her buttocks were colored in, well, forgive me, 50 shades of red.
“Want you to feel at home, Princess,” I replied.
“Even without my place is here, at your side, Milord. I am totally yours,” she smiled.

I took Princess in my arms, pushing a leg between hers, forcing them open, her arms behind her head, one hand ready to pinch and hurt, my other hand playing with her pussy. It didn’t take long before she came; intense, as usual.

Grabbed her by her hair, dragged her of the bed.

We went to the living room where I had set up my portable studio and backgrounds.

Princess likes my blog and she thought it would be nice to combine my photographic skills with my writing. It would be her contribution to my writing as she would be my model.

There is one problem though. Yes, I have, amongst others, a degree in photography and I’ve had several expositions. Yet, photographing people isn’t my thing. I lack the art of communicating with my subjects, unable to get the most out of them.

Having Princess in front of my lens, with not much experience in properly lighting a person’s face, well, I was rather nervous.

To my big surprise it went rather well and I was able to make at least one shot we are proud of. And it was fun to see how Princess was patient, how she stood there, waiting, in the position I had learned her: legs a little apart, hands with spread fingers on her buttocks and looking straight in my eyes.

I had one shot in mind, it’s a BDSM cliché, I know, but pulling that one off could boost my confidence.
So I blindfolded Princess, then gagged her, I had never used this device before on her so it turned her on even more.

The studio session had made her hot and, well, me too so I called it a day and said, enough for now.
“I’ll browse through the 15 or so images, I’ll discover my errors and next time we will do better.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’m curious.”

Back in our bedroom we kissed and I pinched her playfully with the nails of my thumb and index, on her inner thighs, labia, squeezing her nipples, slapping her behind while Princess was lying close to me, constrained by my legs and arm.

When we fuck we keep our eyes open, we look at each other, and our mouths are touching most of the time.

I was moving and reading her eyes, her expression, where the tip of my dick was; well, where it should be. Then, without any warning I forced myself in her. She screamed and I felt like a rapist and I dug my hand in her hair, yanking, turning her head from left to right and back, to my mouth, then back in the cushion. I played the man who, after 20 years or so in solitude confinement finally had a cunt to fuck.
Felt how Princess was getting close to the ridge and I pulled out.
Caressed her, holding her, kissing, letting her feel protected, at home, loved.
She didn’t beg for more, hell, Princess is a quick learner. She knows there is more to come.

Grabbed her, took her again, fucking her even harder, as if not giving a good performance would lead me to the guillotine.
Got her close to the edge once more.
Held her tight to me, turned around and then Princess was on top of me.
She looked at me, her eyes, O my God; I could read love and lust in them.

Princess started to move. Slowly. Looking at each other.

Suddenly it happened.
I can’t describe the sounds she made. Take some moaning, a few sighs, a lot of groaning and add some purrs. Stir it, no, not shaken, with a Ohhhh that comes from very deep and you get the picture.

I felt it, lying on my back and I nearly cried, I was moved and happy at the same time. Princess had taken a new step in her/our sexuality.
When I looked in her eyes they were closed, her face in an ecstatic grin and Princess was, for a moment, far away.

O boy, it was incredible when I felt that warm liquid of hers caressing in abundance my balls.
Princess had cum and how.

After a while she saw the huge stain on my mattress protector and she was so ashamed.
I told her it was normal, I told her this was great. I told her I was honored to have made this happen. I told her this was love, this was lust, this was everything that matters.

I told her I loved her so much.
She smiled.
“I do to,” Princess replied.
I couldn’t help it. My eyes really filled with tears.
Fuck, I’m a romantic bastard, but mind you, a sadistic one.

Vanilla? No thanks.

Princess stays over for the night at my place once a week and arrives on Saturday in evening between 20:00 and 21:00

Yesterday we talked awhile, drank some Cava and then watched the Bond-movie Quantum of Solace on my iMac. We went to bed at midnight.

We kissed, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together, feeling happy and so much in love.

In a few weeks we will be together for 15 months and Princess has changed my life for the better. I can’t image not having her in my life; she has completely gotten under my skin. My dearest wish is to grow old with her and make her happy, every single day.

We kissed, caressing each other softly and we started our lovemaking and I wanted it to be very vanilla.
Eventually it didn’t exactly go that way, we ended up playing when I was holding Princess against me with one arm, hand on her back, stroking myself, stopping to tease her, going back to masturbate. She was scratching my skin with her long nails, hurting me and I was enjoying it.

Started scratching her back too, really hard and she responded immediately, she got even wetter, my fingers felt her lips open. Princess was groaning and looking in my eyes.

“Hurt me, please Milord,” she begged.
I did, digging my nails in her skin.
“More, please Milord,” she moaned.

Pulled her hair, violently, surprised now I didn’t pull it all out.
She came with such power, trembling, her hips moving wildly, arching her back, eyes still open and looking intensely at me.

“O God”, Princess screamed and sank down in my arms. I held her tenderly, close and warm. Princess was still shivering, her skin covered with goose bumps, breathing heavily, her heart ponding as mad and she made little noises, like a purring cat.
After a while she kissed me, her eyes filled with endless love.

“Now it is your turn, Milord. Am I allowed? Please?”
“Sure Princess,” I answered, smiling.
I got one leg between hers, my knee in her groin.

Princess licked my nipples while scratching with long hauls over my torso. It was a maddening feeling and the pain danced with the feeling of lust I was building while masturbating.
Princess scratched even more, even harder, riding my knee, hurting me makes her cum too, and I let her do this do me now and then as I find it extremely liberating to experience lust and pain myself.
Shortly after she came she noticed how I was getting near my edge.
“Look,” she said and turned her back so I could see the scars and bruises I had just made.
“O boy,” I sighed and was finally pushed over the edge.
Princess was just in time so I could fill her mouth, my orgasm so intense; it felt as if every nerve end of my body was stimulated and warmth came over me.

Princess kissed me; I tasted myself and enjoyed it.
Then she held me, stroking me gently and telling me how much she loves me.
Finally at 02:35 we fell asleep.

I woke up next to Princess and my eyes filled with tears of sheer happiness when I watched her still asleep.

Princess is the love of my life.
I’m so grateful I found her.
I’m so happy she is in my life.

Princess and I

A promise

“Which one you like most?”
“I cherish them all, Milord.”
“No preferred one?”
“No, each of them pleasure me in a different way, Milord.”
“Yes Milord, they do. Well, to be honest, one of them really stings, hurts, makes scars on my skin, burns, so I think of You when I sit down the next few days. To be honest, I prefer that one. Yes, I do. But give me time to adjust, Milord.
“I want of fall in love with that riding crop, Milord.”
“Tell me Princess, why?”
“It will scar my skin, leave traces for ever, it is Your tattoo, Milord. It will be Your mark, Milord. I want You to sign my skin, Milord. I am Yours. Forever.”

My whips


Last Wednesday morning, when Princess was at my place, we played for several hours.
She wanted a good whip and I was more than happy to oblige. Started with my hand, switched to the flogger and ended using my two riding crops, each with a different top.
Princess thanked me each time I made her cum. She is learning quickly and I like it. I don’t want to force, I prefer the natural way Princess is growing.

Later that day, when we phoned, Princess told me she almost used her safe word as the beating had really been very intense.

This morning I woke up and thought, well Princess is ready. So I went shopping and bought a beautiful leather collar. Added a matching leather leash.
“Good choice, sir,” the saleswoman told me. “You’ll be able to take her out in a classy way and the quality of this leather is outstanding.”
I smiled as she was imaging me with a dog while I was thinking about Princess.

This evening I am going to collar my Princess.
Yes, she is ready.