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Today I will post a poem written by Princess and it will be the last entry. To tickle your curiosity this poem is not complete so you’ll have to visit Sir Franco Bollito finish it 🙂
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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.
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.
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.
Princess and I have been talking about it for some time now and we finally made our minds up.
We are expanding our D/s lifestyle to the outside world.
It is a limited step but an important one.
Princess holds a public function making her vulnerable for compromising or awkward situations. I for myself do not care the least as at work I hardly have contact with outside customers, only being confronted, as IT-guy, with some 600 colleagues in the same building. Most of them I know by face and or by name.
So what is it about?
This Friday evening we are going to the well-known Fetish Cafe in Antwerp for our very first contact with other people from the D/s scene.
The Fetish Cafe is situated in a small alley in the old center of Antwerp and is in fact a series of very old cellars giving the place a dungeon style look & feel.
One can rent private rooms equipped with all sorts of fun stuff like a winch, scaffolds and a Saint Andrew’s cross for a very democratic 25 Euro per hour.
Here is a link with an English written presentation to the Fetish Cafe.
It is a closed BDSM-club on Saturdays but on Friday it is open.
When Princess, Little A. and myself where in Antwerp about a week ago we went trough the alley but didn’t find the Fetish Cafe as it keeps a very low profile.
We have no clue what to expect this evening so it makes if even more thrilling.
Princess will be taking her collar but will not be wearing it when we enter because I do not want to make her feel uncomfortable. If the mood is right and there are more D/s present she promised me to put it on.
If we like the place we will be going there more often and I can imagine renting a private dungeon for us both in the future.
Princess and I are not yet ready to visit the Fetish Cafe during the private and thus closed BDSM-events. Although it is not a swinger club sex is allowed during these privately organized happenings.
I don’t mind watching other people but Princess and I don’t want our physical integrity to be compromised in any way.
We don’t want to be shared or even being touched by somebody else and this is an absolute hard limit.
Besides that everything goes a far as I am concerned as long as Princess feel at ease and comfortable.
Tomorrow we are spending the whole day at the beach in Vlissingen, The Netherlands, and we are taking Stella and Star with us.
So don’t expect an account of our evening in the Fetish Cafe before Sunday.
A blog post on Rubber Bound Princess Diaries I read the other day made me think, well, reflect may be a better description and inspired me writing what you now see on you screen.
The writer has an issue forcing him to visit his physician and tells him he is in a D/s relation. The way it was written how the good doctor reacted made me smile. For him it was the first time he told someone about his fetish life.
Princess and I live our fetish at home but we do not take part of events. Yet that is but we are thinking about it.
We have nobody to discuss or talk with about our D/s lifestyle and we don’t feel we need it.
Well, I need it much more than she does.
Seven or eight months ago I kind of got connected with a colleague. We work both at the IT-department but in different divisions. I can’t recall how it happened but I’m pretty sure we found ourselves at the same table in the company restaurant.
We chit-chatted awhile and from that a more serious conversation emerged. It was very pleasant so the next day we had lunch together again and we even had a few drinks in a nearby pub later on that week and gradually we became friends. Most of our discussions were philosophical reflections but we also talked about our personal lives.
I quickly noticed B. found it therapeutically to talk about his personal life as his was tormented with several issues that had found their origins in his youth.
I trusted him and he was, is, very open-minded and makes no judgments or assumptions.
One day I told him about Princess and our D/s lifestyle and it felt so liberating to do so, even if B. was not a part of the community and had little or no idea what it was all about.
Yes, it was liberating and it gave me new ideas while expressing myself and B. challenged me offering me new point of view.
I learnt it can be of great value to be able to exchange ideas with somebody else, to be able to look outside the box one is sitting in, work with new insights, new ideas.
Unfortunately for our still evolving friendship I noticed some two months ago B. was not well and we talked about this and his feelings and fears. From my experience I feared my new friend was on his way down where a burn-out was eagerly waiting to devour him.
B. was already in therapy with psychiatrist but it was not enough and then one day he didn’t show up at work and stayed home for at least 6 weeks.
When B. came back 2 weeks ago things weren’t the same. He keeps far away from al personal contact, just trying to do his job and not wanting to connect anymore, with no one.
I can only hope B. will get better but after having talked to him twice during lunch this past week it is sad to see that he is merely a shadow of who he was.
I’ve lost my sounding board and I miss being able to talk about my D/s lifestyle and the input one gets from such pondering.
There is my blog but by its nature it is mostly unidirectional communication i.e. writer -> reader.
I decided to create a profile on Fetlife in the hope I could connect to a few people with whom I could write, exchange experiences, ideas and so on. I am not chasing numbers, just a small handful will do.
Up to now the results are almost zero as it seems to be an extremely closed community. I try to find interesting profiles and then write them a message to present myself, motivating why I am contacting them and asking politely of they would accept a friendship request.
It is of course possible that I am doing this the wrong way.
Princess and I are thinking of visiting the Fetish Café in Antwerp and maybe after a while we will make friends. Mind you, not to play together of course, that is an absolute hard limit for us both.