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Visiting The Fetish Cafe

Past Friday we visited The Fetish Cafe in Antwerp and for us both it was the first time we took our D/s lifestyle to the outside world.
This is our account of the evening.

 The Fetish Cafe is a public place so the law forbids amongst others nudity and sexual acts. Saturday evening it is a private club and paid membership is required making nudity and sexual acts possible as long as they are not against the law .

Princess and I did our very best to keep expectations as low as possible so during the week before visiting The Fetish Cafe we didn’t discuss it.

On Friday Princess was scheduled to arrive around 21:30 at my place with a few dresses for me to choose from. She arrived later and in a bad mood. It turned out her daughter Ar had started a fight with her about nothing important but it had quickly turned sour.

Patiently I waited while Princess texted with her daughter, finally taking the phone and calling Ar while I sat outside in my lying chair enjoying another hot evening, watching stars appear while my eyes adjusted to the dark.

With a smile Princess told me she was finally ready to pick a dress and it was an easy choice as she had only taken one with her.
It was a black dress with a deep cleavage and very, very short and it fitted Princess like a glove, emphasizing her delicious curves.  The zipper was in front with a large ring as slider, very teasing and inviting.

“Is it okay?” Princess asked me, worrying because it was so short.
“It is perfect,” I told her, wanting nothing more than to rip it from her body and take her, here and now.
“Not to short?”
“Absolutely not but I do not want you to wear it without me being with you. This dress on your body is screaming sex,” I smiled.
With the high-heeled pumps she was a steal, my Princess, simply gorgeous and desirable and so beautiful.

I opted for a black shirt, black jeans and a black vest, very sober yet classy. Princess loves it when I’m dressed like this.

Before we left I put Princess’ collar in my pocket.
Just in case.
Princess and I were ready to go.
It was 23:15.

We arrived in Antwerp half an hour later. I parked and we walked for some ten minutes before reaching The Fetish Cafe.
Princess didn’t feel at ease walking in such a short dress and when we passed crowded terraces I’m pretty sure more than one man got a hard-on.
She really was that stunning and I felt incredible proud being at her side.

Finally we stood before the entrance, a small and discrete neon sign simply indicating The Fetish Cafe.
Princess and I took a deep breath and entered, descended by a steep stairway and entered The Fetish Cafe.

The cellars date from the 16th century with impressive vaulted ceilings, the brick walls battered and covered with several centuries of history.
At the wooden bar we were served by a collared lady and the few people present looked like one could find in any local café. No collared people or dressed in a specific way, just your average Joe.

As a matter of a fact I guess we were simply overdressed for the occasion but nobody took any notice of us and very soon we felt entirely at ease.

After a first drink Princess asked the female bartender if we could get a tour.
“Sure,” she replied with a smile, “I’ll ask my Master to guide you around.”
He was in his fifties, had a ponytail and looked also very average and showed us around.

The dungeon, sparsely lit, was awesome and filled with exciting attributes like a Saint Andrew ’s cross and a normal cross both made of old wood, several sorts of cages, a beautiful scaffold and several winches. In a smaller room we saw a swing made of rusty chains and against the walls were numerous metal rings to attach somebody to.
Later that evening Princess told me she felt like a kid entering a candy store and she loved it instantly and could already imagine playing with me in this room.

From the website The Fetish Café
From the website The Fetish Café

A young couple gave us a Shibari demonstration. A girl, only dressed in tiny briefs and nipples taped, was the model and we sat down on a wooden bench and watched her being bound and rigged.
I noticed a man entering too, sitting down on the same bench not far from Princess who was sitting very close to me, breathless and enjoying every single moment.
She didn’t notice though how this man, in violation with the house rules, got his dick out and started masturbating while intensely watching the Shibari act but peeking at Princess once in a while too.
When I looked at him again, a minute or so later he had moved closer to Princess.
“Stand up and sit down next to my other side,” I told her.
“Omg,” she gasped, finally noticing what was happening.
“Yes,” I answered, “and I can image him bending over to you asking for a hand.”
“Collar me than, please, Milord, so they’ll know I’m yours and I can feel safe.”
I took the collar out of my pocket and put it gently around her neck.
Princess stayed collared all evening and she was, except for the lady behind the bar, the only one.

The Shibari act was sensual, exciting and beautiful and we talked with the couple afterwards. It turned out he organizes training sessions and we are seriously thinking of attending one of them.
Bondage and spanking are two acts that make Princess go mad, bringing her almost to the point of climaxing.

We had another drink and the bigger part of the evening we spend talking with one of the owners, a sub who answered all our question and we felt good and at ease and we both got more and more excited by the idea of the possibilities laying in front of us.
It was really nice how the owners took their time to make us feel comfy and inform us and stressing the rules of Safe, Sane and Consensual.

From the website The Fetish Café
From the website The Fetish Cafe

At 02:30 we left the place and just before stepping outside I removed Princess’ collar. She had forgotten she was wearing it and felt a little sad after I removed it.

On the way home we looked at each other and we smiled and we knew we would be back very soon to attend the Fetish Lounge Club play fest, for couples only, organized every first Saturday of the month. We feel safe with the idea to be among couples only.
Princess and I are looking forward to meet kindred spirits and learn new tricks and techniques and share ideas on our D/s lifestyle.
For the other manifestations a total of 5 single men are allowed next to the attending couples but for now we find this to menacing .

We didn’t talk much, Princess and I, both still processing the evening and its incitements.

Home we went to bed and we fell asleep almost immediately waking up only a few hours later, still tired, ready for a day at the beach with Stella and Star.
The previous evening stayed on our minds the whole day, building up arousal and excitement in our bodies and minds.

Back home, Saturday evening, after taking a bath, we played for the first time in weeks and it was incredible and very intense.
More on that in a later post 🙂

Thoughts – March 22, 2013

Thank god it is Friday evening. Weekend!
This Sunday it is Little A’s birthday (13) but I doubt if I will see her as she lives with her mother and there are the Easter school exams and so on.
Little A. is with me next weekend and I have planned a two-day stay in the Ardennes with her. Hope the weather will be okay, it is still freezing cold and there is no trace of a hint of spring yet.

On March 20th Princess and I spend some time on the phone and we kind of congratulated each other for the great and wonderful 18 months we have spent together as a couple.

Princess has made me extremely happy, I can’t image life without her anymore and we are committed to grow old. Together that is.
I remember our first date. We had finished our dinner and we were walking to the car. I was deeply touched by her story about her husband who was killed in a car crash a year before, how difficult it had been for her 5 kids and one foster daughter and how she tried to manage this family who wasn’t ready for an intruder in their lives.
I realized Princess had been very honest with me and I was grateful for this. Much later she told me she was pretty damn sure our story would be one date only, she never expected I would fight for her heart the way I did. The way I still do.
At moments it has been very difficult and even today 3 of her kids do not accept me and have problems when I enter the house, even if it is only for a few minutes.
So I remembered our first date, we were walking back to the car and honest to god, I have no clue why, but suddenly I asked Princess if one day she would marry again.
Her answer was immediate, no hesitation whatsoever: hell NO.
“Okay,” I said, “I understand.”

Today Princess knows that in a near future I will ask for her hand and I’m pretty sure what her answer will be.

Every 20th of the month also means a deadline for Princess. She is expected to write something for my blog and this time she didn’t deliver.
We talked about this on the phone yesterday and she rapidly admitted she didn’t have a real reason for not having written something.
It was late and she was lying in bed and I was also and we wanted to be together but we couldn’t and we had been talking about buying a bed together for when I would move in one day. In a few years, I hope.
Her bedroom I have never seen except for some hazy iPhone pictures she had made for me.

“Are you mad I didn’t send you something for the blog?” she suddenly asked.
“No, of course not,” I reassured her.
“Really?” There was something in her voice but I didn’t capture it.
“Really,” I told her.
Silence and I heard Princess sigh.
“I want to be punished Mylord. Please discipline me when we see each other on Saturday,” she begged, “I am craving for it, the whip, the candle wax, the clamps. The blindfold, the pinching.”
“Princess…” I tried.
“I need to submit to You, I want You to inflict pain on me, it has been so long. Please, Mylord. I want to give myself completely to You.”

I promised Princess I would do so. Hell, I needed it too.

It has been months since we last played after having discovered how we both where into bdSM and its very positive influence on our relationship.
It didn’t stop, not really, but these past few months have been emotionally heavy for both of us. So bdsm lost terrain and we needed to know we could rely on each other and we wanted other ways and vanilla, well, mixed with some rough stuff, seemed the right answer.

I am looking forward on putting Princess’ her collar on again.
She does too.

I should write about these emotional moments we had these past few months and have made all the difference. They have not only made our relationship deeper but made me a better man.
When I decide to write about it Princess will recognize the story because it will be called ‘4’.



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.