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Falling asleep

Yesterday we went for dinner, Little A. , Princess and me and it was a wonderful evening.
We ate mussels in the exquisite “Rooden Hoed“, a well know bistro in Antwerp.


After our delicious meal I took the girls for some sightseeing like the pedestrians tunnel under the river Scheldt leading to Antwerp Left Bank where we finished our evening at an overcrowded Salsa event. We didn’t dance though.

Pedestrian tunnel

Back home Little A., exhausted, went right to bed and Princess enjoyed a bath while I checked my stats on WordPress.com.

We went to bed and I lay on my back, naked and I pulled Princess on me, her back on my torso, spreading her legs with my knees, one arm over her chest, just beneath her throat, pulling her down against me and letting her almost no room to move.

She quivered when I started caressing her with the tip of my fingers in an ever so gentle touch.

Sliding down over her throat, her sides where she is so sensible, down over her hip, and up again, over her inner thigh and groin and over her stomach and further, between her breasts, then the shoulder and arm, ending at her wrist.
Soon goose bumps appeared and Princess whispered, with that soft and sexy voice of hers, how intense it felt and how much she loved me.

I repeated the patting, stroking other parts of her skin with some fur.
“Oh my,” Princess sighed and gazed at me, eyes incredible deep pools of pure love.

Deliberately I did not touch her breasts or nipples but in stead nibbled softly at her earlobe, a very sensitive spot of hers I discovered only a few days ago.
I played with her clit, Princess was very wet, playing and teasing, mirroring my movements with my teeth in her earlobe.
Princess arched her back, sighed and just before she closed them I noticed her eyes cloud.
She was so ready to embrace an orgasm so I stopped moving my fingers and went back to stroking her most sensitive spots like the inner side of her wrists, thighs, groin and sides just beneath the ribs.

“Mmmm,” Princess moaned, her face showing absolute satisfaction.
Started massaging her warm and wet sweet spot again, stopping just seconds before Princess climaxed, going back to gentle stroking.

Repeated this process over and over and then Princess groaned it was sheer torture.
I smiled and continued caressing her, pushing her to and pulling her back from release I knew she was now craving for.

“Please Milord, let me come, I can’t stand it anymore. Please?” Princess begged.
I went on with my sweet torture.
“Please Milord, I’ll do everything for You, I promise I will. I beg You, let me come. Please? This torture is maddening, I can’t…”
I gave her two short slaps with a wooden spoon on her mons pubis and then circled my thumb gently over her burning sex.
Princess screamed when she finally found the release she was longing for, her body convulsing, her beautiful eyes filled with tears and whispering “I love you… I love you…” repeating it as a mantra, ejaculating on my belly.

She shifted her body so she could snuggle against me, her warm skin against mine and I held her, comforting her while her rapid breathing and increased heart beat slowly calmed down.

I guess we simply drifted away walking up the next morning still holding each other.

“Good morning, my love,” I whispered.
“Good morning to you too,” she smiled.

It was so moving looking at her lovely face and body, softly illuminated by rays of early morning light peeking through the curtains of our bedroom.
Then I cried as I still can’t grasp how happy Princess makes me, how my life has become so intense.

Another seed pod

Thoughts – July 10th, 2013

Yesterday evening I went to the movies full of anticipation and I wasn’t disappointed at all.
The visual beauty that was displayed on the screen blew me away and I was sucked in a story of decadence, love, hope, passion, betrayal and tragedy. A beautiful soundtrack and extremely credible characters made the experience complete.

Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great Gatsby” now figures in my top 10 of favorite movies.

Ever since I saw the trailer, mid March if I’m not mistaken, I told Princess I wanted to see this movie with her. Hell, I mentioned it a zillion times.
She saw the movie last Thursday with The Boy and Princess has of course every right to do whatever she wants to please her kids and I already knew The Boy wanted to see the Great Gatsby too.
I felt a little betrayed and cross when she told me.
So I bow my head, ashamed I made a fuss about it, that this simple and normal act of a mom taking her kid to the movies, ended in a quarrel with Princess.
I am truly and deeply sorry, my love. Sometimes I can be a despicable human being, victim of my desire to control. I am aware of this problem and I am working on this not so pretty side of mine.

I left the theatre and texted Princess that I would be home in half an hour.
“Okay,” she replied. “See you. I’m leaving here soon.”

Home I lit a few candles, selected a playlist (Daft Punk – Tron) and then Princess arrived.
We kissed and kissed, hell, I hadn’t seen her since Sunday evening.
For a while we talked, drinking chilled white wine and then went to bed.

The windows were open, it was hot in our room and I had only one candle lit. We continued kissing and then I bit her lower lip. Princess moaned and shivered, as it is one of her sensitive spots I recently discovered.

It was already late so I decided not to spank her. For some reason I have a distinct feeling the sound of my hand on her buttocks carries for miles at night. Instead I pulled her on me, I love it when Princess rides me, and pinched and scratched her behind while biting her nipples and moving my hips until I slid in her soaking wet cunt.

I penetrated her ever so slowly and moved back out, pushing just the tip of my cock in, and out and in again, looking at her, pulling her hair, suddenly trusting full in, pulling out and going back to a slow pace.

It didn’t take long before she came and Princess sank into my arms and I petted and stroked her in a calming and comforting way.

“Another one?” I asked.
“Yes please Milord,” she whispered.
“Move up,” I ordered and she did and pushed her wet pussy against my mouth.
Princess tastes delicious, sweet and creamy, I can’t get enough and my tongue danced, licked and drank between her silky soft lips.
She came again and I pushed a finger deep in her, by surprise and felt her body shake when she was swept away by another intense orgasm.

With her trembling body close to mine I blew out the candle and wished her good night. Princess was already drifting away and I knew I was soon to follow.
“I cannot imagine our life without us playing like this, with what you do to me, with me. Thank you Milord,” she mumbled.
Seconds later I felt her body and legs spasm, my Princess was now sound asleep.

Wednesday is my free day. After Princess left for work, I went shopping as she would be over for lunch at noon and back home I wrote her an email with instructions for the evening.

She has to prepare herself at her home, shower, trim her pussy, brush her teeth and pay attention to what she is going to wear as it should be very sexy and a little slutty.
My assignment to her makes clear she has to put herself in a state of mind as if she was ordered, by phone, through a website, whatever. Princess must ring at my door and when I open she has to present herself in a proper and arousing way.
I will then inspect the goods that are offered to me before letting her in.

The idea behind all this is to create a little distance so she can observe and undergo without being explicitly my partner. I want to introduce a new level of submissiveness, based on listening and obeying and being a good girl and adding rewards and punishment.

It is a lot in once for Princess to learn because I’m also busy teaching her to enjoy playing pet and finding pleasure and safety in the caresses, the caring and the soothing. I know Princess will benefit from this and the deep relaxation that comes with it.
She must get used to the idea and for the moment I think she still feels it is some kind of degrading.

A week or two ago I attached a leash to her collar and I walked to our bedroom with Princess next to me, crawling on all fours, wobbling her ass and she deeply loved the experience. Ever since she asked to do it again but I don’t like to have acts existing as little isles separated from each other. They should be linked together and form one story of intense submissiveness.

It is only because Princess offers me her submissiveness that I, as a Dom, can exist. Ergo without Princess I would be nothing else than just someone (vanilla).

Thank you my love.
You are truly God’s gift to me.
Fuck no.
I am an atheist for god’s sake.
Thank you my love, you are one of the few precious gifts life gave me.
Of course Big A. and Little A. my two daughters are priceless gifts too.
And while I am at it, come to think, Stella and Star of course.
Maybe The Boy and Bo and Ar, in a near or far future when they finally find it time to get to know me. When they are ready to open their hearts.

What will happen this evening after Princess rings my doorbell will inspire me writing the second part of “A new experience”.

A poem by Princess

Finally the times they are a-changin’

It has been one helluva week for Princess and me.
On Monday, July 1st, we drove Stella and Star to the Mother/Baby Care Unit and although it is just one hour up and one hour back it is time we are able to spend together.

The next evening we spend 2 hours on the phone talking about a zillion things and our lifestyle and things I wanted to add and asking for her thoughts and input.

Wednesday Princess and I went dancing and after that we spend the evening and the night together.
During the next lessons we have to dance with different partners so we can learn leading (men) and learn understanding the leading (women).
I discovered I have an issue with that.
Not that I am jealous, that would be plain stupid.
I guess I feel very uncomfortable dancing with another woman, I tend to lose my self-confidence rapidly because I feel I can’t dance that well so that’s why I don’t like swapping.
We talked about it, Princess and I, and I think I will be able to coop with this concern.

On Thursday Princess spend the night with me and when she arrived we talked a while and went to bed and just slept, close to one another, spooning, Princess in my arms. It feels so intimate, so delicious, so wow.

And yes, on Friday Princess spend the night with me again and no I am not complaining, au contraire.
When she arrived I immediately collared her and ordered her to undress allowing her to keep on her panties. Princess sat next to me in the couch and I started stroking her and kissing her gently, finally taking her in my arms and petting her, caressing her hair and skin while Princess nuzzled me. After a while even the slightest touch gave her goose bumps.
We played and it was very intense and I tried some new stuff. I will write about this in another post.

On Saturday, after almost 2 years, IT finally happened.
Stella received the keys of her apartment a few days ago and is of course eager to arrange her new home. She was away to wash the walls and to prepare for painting. The Boy tagged along to help his sister. Bo and Ar were both away with their boyfriends and Kay, Princess’ youngest daughter was on weekend.

That morning I drove to Princess, opened the front door and entered her house. She welcomed me, I sat down on the sofa and we drank some coffee. Star was asleep and we were babysitting her. I made friends with Mary, the cat and then Star woke up. When she saw me she smiled as only babies can.
I took Star in my arms and with Princess we made a short walk and when we came back we moved to the kitchen where I cut vegetables for Star’s meal and started preparing ours too.

Vegetables for Star

Star was sitting at the table, in between of us, in her high chair and Princess fed her while I took some photographs and kept an eye on our sandwiches with mozzarella and pesto in the oven.

Our sandwiches

Princess prepared sandwiches for Stella and The Boy and drove to the apartment leaving me alone with Star.
I enjoyed the moment, enjoying being at Princess’ place and imagining living there with her in a far future, just being happy and growing old together.

Star was sitting on my knees in front of Kay’s piano and I held her little hands pushing them on the keys and enjoying the gaze of astonishment in her eyes.

After a while I took Star back to the kitchen and I started washing the dishes. There is a window at the sink and you can look straight in the hallway.

I heard the door open and someone joyfully shouted hello.
For just a moment I froze as I saw Bo entering with her boyfriend.

We both thought Bo was away kayaking but she had forgotten her bikini and sunscreen and of course she did not know I was there.
Bo does not want to be confronted with me and whenever I come over to fetch Princess, Stella and Star, I ring the doorbell, wait a few moments giving Bo time to go to another room.

She saw me too of course and I noticed the shock on her face. I smiled and simply said hello and continued washing dishes. As if me being there was quite normal.
Bo said hello too and ran as quickly as she could to her room with her boyfriend in her wake.

I felt a little nervous of course and after washing the dishes I went back to the living room and put Star in her box and talked to her and she made all kinds of silly noises and laughed.

Then Princess arrived and I told her what had happened and she laughed and then Bo came down and her boyfriend smiled at me and said hello (we had never met before). Bo could not leave quick enough.

At the front door Princess asked if she didn’t want to say goodbye.
“Bye,” Bo said but her ordeal was not over yet.
“Why don’t you give Nell a kiss?” Princess went on.

Hell, I knew why, I was sitting next to the box keeping an eye on Star.
Very unenthusiastic Bo came back doing her best not to make eye contact with me.
She took Star out of the box and hugged her. When she made an attempt to put Star back in her box the baby started to cry.
Poor Bo.
Princess was still at the front door so Bo had no other option than handing me Star, putting her in my arms.
I smiled at her and wished her a great afternoon.

Later on Princess told me she thought the act of Bo handing over the baby to me was very symbolic. She explained that her kids have also an issue with me being close with Star as for them it is not my role but that of their father who, unfortunately is not around anymore. Seeing me with Star, playing and feeding this beautiful little baby, underlines each time their loss.

Half an hour later Stella and The Boy arrived and Stella gave me a big hug and I said hi to The Boy. He mumbled a greeting back and vanished quickly to his room.

Then I left, went back to my place and spend the afternoon sunbathing on my terrace.

Later that Saturday Princess came over and we went dancing and came home late and once again we spend a wonderful night in each others arms.

Princess left early on Sunday but at 13:00 I was back at her place again to picker her, Stella and Star up and we drove to her parents and spend a very pleasant afternoon with them.
It felt so good, so natural and so intense.
We ended dropping Stella and Star at “4”, the Mother/Baby unit.
Then Princess went home to spend some Q-time with her kids.

For a while I sat on my terrace with a glass of red wine, reviewing the week while the remaining light faded away.

One thing I knew for sure.
I was going to miss Princess very much.