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August 15th, 2013

August 15th last year was one of the memorable moments we now are sharing, Princess and I.
That evening we were walking in Aarschot during the annual Saint Rochus festivities and on that occasion the city streets are only lit with candles.
We entered a church near the Beguinage and admired a huge chandelier hanging some 2 meters above the floor.
Before I could say something, I was hesitating, still carefully composing the phrase in my mind, Princess suddenly told me she could imagine lying naked, blindfolded and bound under it, exhilarated by not knowing when the next drop of hot candle wax would touch her skin.
I was stunned and joyful at the same time, not only because I wanted to say almost the same thing but it confirmed what we were already assuming. Our lovemaking was already a little rough but that evening was the starting point of our D/s journey and it is still is incredible liberating and beneficial for us.

Yesterday in the early evening I took Princess to the water- and watch-tower overlooking our village. It is built on an ancient dune and the 360° view from the top, some 71 meters above sea level is pretty stunning.
Princess had never been up there and she enjoyed the visit, peeking through my binoculars. Even with the naked eye we could see the nuclear power plant of Doel and the lights of the industry concentrated around Antwerp Harbor some 30 kilometers in straight line from where we were standing.

Then we drove to Aarschot and finally found a parking spot in a field. It was clear we were not going to be alone, the Saint-Rochus fest is very popular.

It was so beautiful, fairy-like, moving and so romantic. All these little flickering candles in the streets, behind windows, some concentrated on balconies and along poles as small constellations in a milky way of yellow flames.
We both felt it, Princess and I, and we held hands while we walked, exchanging kisses and looking at each other, incredibly happy and so much in love.

Soon we arrived at the church and we entered and when we arrived at the chandelier we sat down, holding each other, smiling at the memories and I took a few photographs. It was memorable, like it was a year ago.

Object of desire
The streets were crowded and the terraces full but we found an empty table and sat outside, in the dark, surrounded by a few candles, enjoying a Leffe and gazing at the stars and at each other.

Having a drink
Time stood still and we talked about so much but mostly about out D/s lifestyle, our first play in “public”, on September 7th in The Fetish Café in Antwerp. We discussed which toys we absolutely wanted to take with us during our holiday week in Germany in a month from now.
Mostly though we looked at each other, smiling, kissing and we felt the electricity between us, the Love and the desire and the deep connection that bounds us.
It was here, in Aarschot, were we dated for the first time, it was in the park I gave Princess her first ring, almost a year ago and we will be back in Aarschot on September 20th to celebrate our 2nd anniversary.

We came home a little past midnight and went to bed. We were tired and I had to get up early for work.
Princess and I kissed and cuddled and made love. It was a little rough but it was intense and we both came.
I wished Princess good night and we slept and dreamt lying close to each other.

A personal note

I remember how my father stimulated my fantasy. He made me a member of the local library, I was 8 or 9 and he allowed me to read anything I wanted. When I had questions, he was always there to answer them. My father made me write or tell stories too and taught me never to take anything for granted. I had to think for myself.
I like to think my father helped me to become a man with a rich inner world, lots of imagination and gifted with an open mind.
He died long ago, when I was 13, and I still miss him although I know that over time my mind has crafted a glorified memory of him.

A while ago Princess and I rented a French movie called “The Untouchables” and tells the story of an aristocrat who has become quadriplegic from a paragliding accident. He hires a young man, his complete opposite, as a personal assistant.
It is a beautiful movie, satiated with sincere and intense emotions, friendship and hope. It is based on a true story too, making it even more authentic.
In one scene a prostitute is hired to satisfy the paralyzed man but because he is quadriplegic she concentrates on his earlobe, massaging it and making him climax in a way a normal man can’t.
The (human) body is a master in finding ways to substitute senses that are lost.
When I posted “What a night!” a few days ago Princess said she doubted if anyone would ever believe we are able to play for 4 hours in a row.

My first reaction, ‘I don’t care’, was soon erased by the fact I do not want this blog to be a lie or a fantasy. This blog is a part of our personal life we want to share, an online diary, an account of us, Princess and I and our D/s lifestyle.

So yes, I can keep up the pace without Viagra or any other drug.
I have my own sensitive earlobe called my inner world.

No, I can’t come that easy anymore, it has even become difficult and Princess and I can make love or fuck or play for a few evenings in a row without me not even spilling 1 spermatozoid.

Do I mind?
I did until I met Princess.

She loves the way I am because I meet her needs and Princess loves to be thoroughly fucked and yes, I can do that.

I do not cum so I remain not only hard but also aroused and focused. Princess is the center of my sexual attentions and she craves it.

I find absolute pleasure in pleasuring Princess and my gratification is situated deep in my mind, in my fantasy world when she comes over and over. When Princess ejaculates and snuggles even closer to me, tears in her beautiful eyes, then I am so happy, so intensely moved I know just spurting my goodies cannot even start to pleasure me in the same way.

My mind climaxes when Princess shivers and shakes and loses herself in subspace and she sighs and whispers a zillion times how much she loves me.
The intense pleasure of giving aftercare, holding and soothing my Love adds up to that.
I am no longer driven by my desires so I can give pleasure in abundance to the woman I love so much and who is everything for me.
I give it all to Princess.

Princesses nipple and candle wax

Thoughts – August 12, 2013

Monday, another day at the office.

The weekend was awesome and I am still savoring the intense moments Princess and I shared. Our Friday evening play is still very prominent present and we can’t stop talking about it.

Saturday evening Princess and I watched the 1994 movie “The Shawshank Redemption” with Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman. We both enjoyed the film very much. Princess  was astonished to learn the story was written by Stephen King assuming the man only writes horror.
Then we went to bed and made vanilla love and at several occasions Princess chuckled when, out of habit, I grabbed her hair, hesitated and then didn’t pull, or my hand dwelling over her behind without scratching or pinching. It was fun but we missed the rough part though.

Just before turning the lights off Princess told me she was still overwhelmed by what happened Friday evening.

Sunday morning we fetched Stella and Star, I dropped them at Princesses’ place and went home and spent a calm day reading, surfing and writing. In the evening I fetched Princess, Stella and Star and drove them back to “4”, the mother/baby care unit.

After that Princess and I made love at my place, it was delicious and I was able to cum and it felt great. Just before midnight I drove Princess to her place, came back and had a good night sleep.

So now I am at the office and there is not much happening so I was able to do a dry-run.

Yesterday I visited a WordPress blog but is was gone and the message on the screen told me the account was closed due to violation of WordPress rules.
Time for some action before being the next victim of WordPress’ censorship.

I downloaded and installed WAMP on my PC at work and after that I had a perfect working web server with MySql and PHP. After exporting a backup  XML-file from my blog and installing a MySQL database on my PC, I installed WordPress and imported the XML-file.
Within 20’ I had a working copy of my blog running locally on my PC so that seems to be a no-brainer.

I have found a cheap hosting formula and the only thing that is preventing me of signing up is the domain name I have to choose. Frankly, I have no idea as most extensions I can use with francobolli are already taken.

I have two I like:
francobolli.org.uk or francobolli.name

I’ll ask Princess for her opinion but input from you, Readers, is most welcome too.

A Cap Blanc Nez

What a night!

Friday in the early evening Princess and I went to our weekly dance lesson. Afterwards we enjoyed a drink with some friends on the terrace before my Love had to leave.
I had about 45′ minutes before Princess would return from picking up her daughter Ar at work and dropping her at home.

Some time ago I had bought an old chapel chair with a reed sitting for Princess but we hadn’t baptized it yet.

I set it up in the living room, shoving one piece of the sofa aside and turning the other half around so Princess could lean on it while watching the iMac 27″ screen. Prepared a movie and a playlist too and made sure the remote control of the Mac was at my fingertips.

Then I prepared two dark brown bath towels, one on the floor and one spread on the couch. Prepared a smaller one for myself, I get rather sweaty when we are playing, and finally lit a few dozen candles and closed the curtains.

After a shower and putting on my black undies, very sexy, designed by Valentino I was ready and, more important, I was now Milord, eagerly waiting for his lovely Princess to arrive and to completely submit to Him and His wishes; wantonness racing through my body, my mind and my soul.

Then I heard Princess enter the building and started the playlist so when she entered in my apartment, only lit by candles, The Host of Seraphim by Dead can’t Dance, was just starting.

“Wow,” she simply whispered and I could tell Princess was really blown away by the brooding atmosphere and already trembling in anticipation.

I grabbed her hair and kissed my love the pushing her in the living room.
“Ready?” I murmured.
Princess nodded.
I collared her and asked her if she needed to be cleaned.
“Yes Milord, I do. Please.”

I attached the leash to her collar and lead her to the bathroom where I undressed and washed her and inspected her and kissed Princess taking her back to the main room.

We started playing and it was one of the most memorable scenes I’ve ever played, 4 of them with aftercare in-between each of them.

Finally Princess and I played for a little more than 4 hours, a first one.

It was indescribably awesome, unforgettable and so very intense and extreme.

After playing we went to bed and on Princess’s request we played an extra scene, she wanted me to inflict even intenser pain and Princess lost herself into deep subspace, another first. Well, no true, she had been in subspace before but not that unfathomable deep yet. I did my best to comfort and sooth her, make her feel comfy and safe and when she came back she simply smiled and thanked me and we fell asleep.

To be continued

Waiting for Princess

What a day!

Yesterday Princess texted me telling me she would arrive at my place at 19:00 and was looking forward being with me and badly wanted to play.

Princess took me a little by surprise, as I had not imagined her arriving so early. I had clothes drying in the laundry parlor and hadn’t eaten yet.

We fetched my clothes and then I took her to an Egyptian restaurant not far from where I live and outside, at the terrace, we enjoyed some delicious Shoarma.

Back home I took Princess to the bathroom to wash her when her cellular beeped.
A message from Stella telling she was feeling terrible and suffering intense abdominal cramps and if Princess could bring something that could take away the pain.
Stella spend a prolonged weekend with Star in her apartment, trying if she could coop without help, and I would take her to ‘4’, the mother/care unit on Wednesday morning.

We drove to Star, 10′ from where I live and gave her some Buscopan, stayed with her for a while, I heating a towel with hot water to put on her belly.
It is very difficult to know exactly how Stella feels because of her tendency for psychosis she often amplifies what she experiences. Princess had some cramps too so we thought it was only bad digestion.

Stella was getting tired so we left and at home I washed Princess and played with her for a short time but it was very intense and my love climaxed multiple times while lying bondaged on the floor and had a few more orgasms in bed before we fell asleep.

It must have been 2 am or so when Princess’s iPhone came to life.
It was Stella calling.
She couldn’t sleep, she was feeling very bad, the pain in her abdomen unsupportable and she couldn’t stop vomiting asking Princess to drive her to “4”.

Princess reasoned with her and they ended the conversation with a “we’ll see tomorrow morning” while I was drifting away in my sleep.

Seconds later my smart phone rang.
Stella again, pleading to take her and Star to the mother/care unit and I felt bad and helpless and Princess then took the call and told her we couldn’t and we would see in the morning.

At 06:00 Stella texted me asking to call her as her prepaid card was empty.

She was weeping and the pain horrendous and Princess, still half asleep gave me the phone number of their family doctor and I repeated it to Stella so she could call him.

We fell back asleep, Princess and I but not for long though.
Stella called her mother 20′ later asking to bring her a.s.a.p. to the nearest hospital. The family physician had diagnosed appendicitis.

Wednesday is my free day and Princess had to go to her work; not going is not an option.

I got out of bed and dressed and drove to Stella’s place and picked them both up, ignoring Stella’s pleas for an ambulance and staying calm and enduring while Stella went into overdrive.

Some 20′ later we arrived at the ER and I comforted Stella and then made a bottle of milk for Star, asked where I could find a microwave oven, fed her and made her say “blurps” and the baby girl vomited on me and I smiled because it was like having a little family over again. I felt so alive, so filled with love, just wanting to care for these two wonderful persons like I do for Princess.

Finally the diagnosis was confirmed and I phoned Princess and she was able to get free from work.

When she arrived I felt my emotions surface but I think I was able to mask it. I know I do very well in a stress situation like this but when I’m discharged or the incident is dealt with I get very emotional.

Princess and I filled in the necessary documents and then divided tasks.
I had to be back home because I had an appointment with my garage in the afternoon and Star could not stay at the hospital
So I drove home with Star to Stella’s home and when I arrived I put Star in her little bed, she was exhausted and thus very difficult.
Did some dishwashing and waited for Bo (20) and her little sister Kay, two of Princess’s daughters to arrive. It was raining and it is so silly, I know, but both girls preferred coming by bicycle rather than me picking them up at Princesses place. Even if Bo does not know me and she has no desire to change this, she and Ar (19) and The Boy (16) don’t like me although this is slowly changing.

So I quickly explained the situation not wanting to stay long so Bo wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with me in her sister’s apartment.
Bo thanked me twice for taking care of Star though.

I wrote my cellphone number down for Bo and left and went back home.

Hoverfly

Steel balls

I was dog-tired Saturday evening when driving back from the coast. We dropped Stella and Star at the “4”, the mother/baby unit and when we left Stella gave me an even bigger hug than that I’m used to and Star smiled and drooled and blew bubbles.

Finally we arrived at my place and Princess ran a bath and we took our time, talking about a zillion things, holding and washing each other.

After the bath I felt reborn, my fatigue washed away and replaced by desire.
Princess saw it in my eyes.
“Am I in trouble, Milord?” she whispered.
I nodded, grabbing her hair and directing her to the living room.
“Stand still and wait,” I ordered and went to our bedroom to get some stuff
out of the chest-of-drawers.

When I came back Princess was still standing the way I had left her, hands on her buttocks, shoulders pulled back a little. She has her moments, my Princess, and she can be a good girl.

I pulled the towel from her body while looking her straight in the eye and then pinched her nipples viciously.
“I am going to fuck you silly,” I warned her, kicking with my foot against her ankles making her spread her legs.

While vigorously kissing her I teased her between her thighs. It didn’t take long for Princess to get wet and ready.

Once again I grabbed her hair and pulled her over the back of my sofa so her ass was in the air.
I lubed them in my mouth and then effortlessly pushed the two steel Ben Wa balls (30 grams each) in her.
Princess sighed when my hand hit the curve of her buttocks and I vaguely heard the two balls making a ticking sound deep in her. Merciless I spanked her, hard, not holding back, then stopped and added a finishing touch with the riding crop.
She had her eyes closed, my Princess, and was making little noises indicating she was enjoying every moment. Her lips open, juices dripping on the floor. She was ready for me.

I grabbed her hips and pushed myself in her very slowly and it was simply maddening.  Princess moaned, moving her hips urging me to spear her.
Of course I didn’t and just moved in and out, millimeter per millimeter then trusting forward, my belly smacking against her buttocks and back to the slow pace.
On a few occasions I felt the Ben Wa balls against my gland and is was a pleasant sensation as it generated hot thoughts in my brain.
Her body tensed and she was ready to climax.
I let loose of her hips and spanked her twice.
“Come for me. NOW,” I hissed.

Princess did but I was not happy, feeling she could do better.
Hell, she knew very well what I wanted.
I told her so and she said she was so sorry and would try to be a good girl.
“Again,” I told her and grabbed her hips and pushed myself in her again and with my flogger I gently caressed her shoulders and with my other hand I spanked her.

It did not take much time before I felt her pussy pulsing and squeezing my cock.

I bend forward, pinched her nipples and grabbed her hair once again pulling her head backwards.
“DO IT,” I told her, pulling myself out of her, “please me.”

There was one long moan and then I heard the familiar and arousing sound of her juices splattering in the flagstone floor followed by the hard sound of the two balls she could not hold up anymore. I love it when she ejaculates and each time I remember that evening when she looked at me in disbelief when I told her I was going to let her spray her juices like a man.

My Princess, my love, her legs trembling, her skin covered with shiny pearls of sweat.
I took her in my arms. Princess could hardly stand straight and I kissed her, hugged her and soothed her, petting her hair, calming her down, feeling how her heart pounded and how she was breathing heavily.
Led Princess to our bed and helped her lay down, covering her up.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” I whispered.

When I came back she was smiling and she told me she wanted more.

We kissed and I pulled her over me and Princess took me and then I turned on my side, holding her in my arms, facing each other and I started moving, thrusting harder and harder.

Soon there was only the sound of my belly slapping against her behind and then I felt a warm fluid running over my thigh and she made only one sound, a deep “oh”. She shivered, my love, my Princess and it became intense as if she was electrocuted, whining and mumbling how much she loved me. Sighing she was going to die.
Princess murmured a vague sorry for the sheets and then she was gone.

I didn’t move for a long time.
I just held her.

When Princess came back she looked at me, amazed and happy, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

“This was so awesome, Milord. I cannot begin to imagine it being even better than this.”

I just pressed my lips against her forehead and smiled.

Do not panic, Princess, we are just starting.

Steel balls

A day at the beach

Yesterday, August 3rd, was one of these days I will never forget. Each moment, each second is etched forever in my memories.

Yes, it was such a day, filled with laughter, joy and fun, happiness and togetherness.

Princess and I left early in the morning after a short night, we came home from the Fetish Cafe at 03:00 and we had to get up at 08:30. Oh boy what a great and fun experience we had. Can’t write about it at the moment as I am still processing these intensive moments and the new possibilities that now lay in front of us.

We picked up Stella and Star at ‘4’, the mother/baby care-unit and took them to Vlissingen, in The Netherlands at the North Sea coast, only an hour’s drive.

Star is 7 months now and a joyful baby girl and Stella is doing extremely well, ready to leave to care unit after 8 months, starting a new life on her own with her daughter.

The weather was great, sunny and warm with a light and refreshing breeze.

We made pictures of ourselves at the beach and even a photograph of the 4 of us, a first for me. Sure, there are photos of Princess and I and Star, or Star and me, but this was a whole new experience when Stella asked me to make one of us all.

Lying on a beach towel we enjoyed the sun, Stella cuddled up against her mother’s left side; I at Princess’s her right and Star somewhere in between. It was such a fine and intimate experience.

Here I am, I thought, with Princess and her eldest daughter and that lovely baby and I remembered our first date, nearly 2 years ago, when Princess told me about her kids, disturbed because the loss of their father, having it difficult to accept their mother with a new man, let alone having him in their house.
It was about Stella, unfortunately even more troubled, with, amongst other things, issues trusting people, that Princess told me the most.
Stella who unfortunately will need professional help in some way or another for the rest of her life.
I then assumed she would be the most difficult to get acquainted with.
Boy was I wrong.

I was sitting at the beach with Princess and Stella and Star. Stella trusts me and it was a process that steadily grew since that horrendous evening a year ago.
Princess had phoned me that evening asking me to come with her to get Stella who had been victim of domestic violence. Princess didn’t like to go alone, as she wasn’t sure the guy was still around.
I entered the house in a small alley. The night had fallen, no streetlights and the house dark and it was so damned quiet, no sound at all.

We found Stella in the bathroom, crawled away in a corner, desperately crying, bruises on her face, the fucker had even hit her belly while she was already pregnant.
So we found Stella and it was the second time we met, the first time very brief, an awkward moment, months before, when she accompanied Princess and we ran into each other on the street.

I insisted she would press charges, drove them to the police station and for the rest of that night I kept a very low profile, just being there for Princess and her daughter, ready when they would need me.
Saw Stella the day after because Princess wanted me to make photographs of the bruises.

It took several months before I saw Stella again when I offered Princess to make the birth announcement cards. Stella came to my place and we worked on the cards.
I held Star in my arms the day after she was born, before some of her sisters or brother had the chance.

The relation grew and grew, trust was gained. Stella accepted me as her mothers partner and accepted me too as, well, I don’t want to give it a name, that is not important.

Yesterday, when we dropped Stella and Star at the mother/baby care unit and when we said goodbye Stella hugged me as she had never done before and it touched me so very deep. It made me smile, it warmed my heart, it made me so happy.

So here I am, I thought.

After two years Princess’s house still only accessible when I fetch Princess or Stella and Star. No sitting down on the sofa, Princess not able to invite me for dinner nor is it possible to enjoy an evening and a few drinks in her garden.
The Boy and Ar and Bo now tolerate my presence if it is only a very short visit. They don’t talk to me but answer most of the time when I talk to them.
Princess and I have still a long way to go before even starting to imagine a night at her place.

They see their mother not that often nowadays as Princess spends about three of four nights a week at my place.

We have the incredible luxury to spend that time together alone without kids.
Well, except for Little A. of course when she is staying a weekend with me but she does not mind as she simply adores Princess.

A day at the beach