A true submissive – part 3

27 07 2009

The taxi drive was uneventful which was a relief. Our destination was a four storeys block located at Nørrebro, the Copenhagen Bronx equivalent. Those days a war was going on between rivalling gangs in the neighbourhood and that had made me a bit nervous. My fear proved, however, to be unjustified.

She didn’t show any signs of being nervous, she showed complete trust in me and she seemed to be looking very much forward to what was about to come. I pressed the buzzer, the door made a noise and opened slowly by the pressure from my right shoulder. In fact it was a bit difficult to get the door opened because I was carrying my large black sports bag filled with ropes, whips, leather cuffs and a collection of dildoes.

Inside the building we had to climb the stairs to the third floor. We entered the gallery and found our way to the right door. I had the key in my pocket.

“look into the ground” I ordered her. She obeyed willingly.

I used my key and opened the door. I manoeuvred her into the very little hall which barely left room for the two of us. I quickly closed the door leaving us in complete darkness. She did not move at all. I carefully tried to find the switch for the light and finally succeeded. A weak electric light illuminated the hallway from the adjacent small kitchen.

She was still standing with her sight focused at the ground. I produced at black blindfold from my pocket at placed it over her face. With her blindfolded I had more freedom to prepare the next room for her arrival. I got rid of my cotton coat and the bag; I adjusted the light to give a nice pleasant glow in the adjacent room. Then I guided her five steps forward which brought her into the room.

I removed her coat and then her blindfold.

She was completely taken by surprise. She made a gasping sound. “What kind of place is this?”

I was quite satisfied with her surprise. The room was in fact a very special room considering the fact that is was the main room in an apartment in an ordinary building block in Copenhagen’s Bronx.

The flat was a fully equipped SM room. The walls were painted in a dark red colour, a black wooden cross occupied one wall and at the end of the room was a giant wooden bed with black bedding and surrounded by mirrors in silver frames. Steel chains hang from the ceiling. Opposite from the bed was a leather sofa positioned beneath the windows which were covered with black curtains yielding complete darkness even in the middle of the day.

It looked like the SM department in a whorehouse and in fact the room was occasionally used by professional dominas who brought their customers there for business.

I had rented the place for five hours. The place was perfect for my experiment. How would it be to play with a true submissive?


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A true submissive – part 2

26 07 2009

Her being with that train, that particular day was a consequence of acts orchestrated by me.  She was a woman in her forties, a woman one would expect to be married, which was in fact the case. I knew her and her husband quite well. They were good friends of me and my wife. Like us, they are devoted to sadomasochistic role-plays and like us, she is a submissive and masochistic woman while her husband is the dominant, sadistic male in these games.

Usually we meet in private. The children are sent away and the living room transformed into a dungeon-like place ready for adult pleasures.

I began to desire her some time ago. It had just become worse and worse or better and better depending on how you view it. She had quitted smoking and as a consequence of this her metabolism declined and she had gained weight. Then her hips had changed stressing her female character. Her breasts had also gained volume, a transformation from small empty bags to nice handfuls of female flesh.

They lived in a very liberal relationship. They believed that if one of them got the possibility for a great sexual experience, it was legitimate to grab it. I was quite convinced that the attraction I felt towards her was mutual. I was certain that I could persuade her husband to lend her to me. The main problem was my wife. Our relationship was not very liberal in that sense. She quickly became jealous and I knew it was not worth bringing up the subject.

Sometimes things simply don’t go as planned. This creates the unexpected opportunities. I had planned a session together with my wife and another young slavebitch that I had dug up at the Internet. I had already booked the apartment and there was only one week until the day we had set. The slavebitch had to cancel. Her vanilla husband had invited her on a repair love trip to Rome. How nice! Rome in March, that was a cheap trick!

Anyway I was left with an already booked apartment and a wife who would much rather prefer to stay at home. The solution was straight forward. I contacted my friend and asked if I could borrow his wife. He agreed and I told my wife that the arrangement was off. Voila, I could then look forward to finally having the long desired subwoman for my self.

Ok I had to cheat on my wife but you are not a free man if you don’t take chances.


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Failure

20 07 2009

Sadly, we spent so much time creating rooms for each other that we forgot to create a room for being us.


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A true submissive – part 1

19 07 2009

The first real project here on my blog is for me to describe an SM session that I had with a submissive woman this March. It will probably take me some weeks to write it and I will post as I go along.

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A true submissive – part 1

The winter was about to turn into spring. That is, in Denmark this is only reflected in the calendar. Global worming or not, it is always frustrating windy, chilling and dim all into April.

I was standing on the S-train platform at a suburban station. Ryparken, was the name of the station, it is located in a old working class area which has now transformed more into a Ghetto for descendants of Turkish, and Middle Eastern emigrants.

S-train – why is it called S-train? In fact nobody knows, not even the Danish railways that have been operating this subway-like service for decades. Maybe the word stands for Subway?

I was thinking such thoughts while I was waiting for the train to arrive from the north, from the more fashionable part of the Copenhagen area. She was supposed to arrive at eleven o’clock and I was supposed to be at work, which of course was not the case.

At home I had taken an enema during my morning bath, using the shower tube. The problem with this procedure is that it takes hours before I stop releasing colonic content. The solution being to perform the procedure twice. Once before my wife is awake and then a final round after she has left the house for going to work.

I am the Dom, the top. Why do I have to perform this procedure? I like to feel her tongue in my ass but I still haven’t got the guts to demand her tongue right there without being completely clean. I am working on it, maybe one day I won’t have to waist time cleaning out my intestine before having my ass licked.

It was five minutes since I arrived. It was freezing cold at the platform. The wind created a feeling of sub zero temperature but it was in fact a few degrees Celsius above zero. It was a grey day, typical for that time of year. The grey thick clouds made the blue sky invisible. A grey low hanging mass of clouds from the earliest dawn until darkness arrived around four o’clock in the afternoon.

Again a southbound S-train approached. The red wagon slit onto the platform. The mechanical sign confirmed that the train originated from the North of Copenhagen. She should be with that train.

The doors opened with their characteristic rattling sound. A few people exited the train, I saw her almost immediately. A tall, slim woman with a marked face, brownish shoulder long hair and wearing the most ugly grey cotton coat imaginable. Her height was further increased by her black leather boots equipped with very high heels. She was considerably higher that I.

Our eyes met, her face transformed into a nice smile while we approached each other. We met in a hug lasting a short while. Then I took over, greeted her and explained her, the immediate plan.

“We are going to take a taxi from the station”

She didn’t have an opinion; she just smiled and followed me towards the stairs at the end of the platform.


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Masochistic fantasies

17 07 2009

BDSM was introduced rather late in my marriage. We had been married for ten years and known each other for twenty years when I one day told her about my long lasting fantasies about sex in another way. Sex inspired by Fetish outfit and physical SM-activities.

We began experimenting and it turned out that we both enjoyed bondage sessions with me as the dominant top. My wife also revealed some masochistic tendencies as she fancied moderate pain such as the pain from hot wax and moderate strength whipping.

The cane on the other hand was never something she appreciated which was a shame, because I really enjoy every aspect of the cane – seen from the sadist perspective.

During correspondence with masochist girls that I had met on dating sites, I realised that most, if not all of them, had since their adolescence had fantasies about being dominated, humiliated or whipped.

I approached my wife about this in various ways. I asked her directly, I asked her to describe fantasies in writing, I asked her about related issues that might reveal her early and secret fantasies.

In the end I came to the conclusion that she had none. She had never had any fantasies about being dominated, humiliated or being beaten.

In our plays I often felt a restriction – very much coming from my self. I did not like to take it beyond a certain point because I felt that it was past her limits. Limits that she did not like to admit because it would reveal a mismatch in our relationship.

Finally I ended up spending much time wondering how it would be to play with a “true” masochist. A woman who had had such dreams since adolescence.

We know another couple where he is dom and she is sub. We meet four or five times every year for playing. The woman (we can call her Jane) once told us how she had masochistic fantasies as a young woman. It was in the days without internet and she used the dating columns in the ordinary newspapers to contact sadists. She did meet an older guy, but it did not lead to a partnership.

I was very intrigued by this story and I began fantasising about being with this woman. That is I knew her pretty well and I had often flogged her and fucked her but always with her husband and my wife present.

No, I was fantasising about having her to play with alone. I wanted to feel exactly how it would be dominating a woman whom I knew always had had fantasies about domination.

All good things come to those who waits!

This winter I got the opportunity. Her husband who is a good friend of mine offered me to borrow his wife for a session.

I gladly accepted the offer and the experience represent an important turning point for me.

I will describe the session in the followings posts.


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Liftoff

16 07 2009

It is a good day to die, it is as good as any day and that is why I risk launching my weblog on this very day.

I am not a newcomer when it comes to expressing my thoughts in cyber but until now I have exclusively blogged in my native language – Danish.

Currently I am in a no man’s land waiting for my divorce to become a reality.

I live in Copenhagen which is the capital of the most humanistic country in the world.

In Denmark, we only expel refuges when they have had their case proved at the courts. Thus we give them a glimpse of paradise, let them stay in our Hans Christian Anderson utopia for several years and then send them back to Bagdad where they have every possibility to help their own country and themselves.

Well, I wait because my wife has to find an apartment where she can live with our two boys. When that is settled I can get my divorce.

I am staying in our house, an arrangement that I am completely satisfied with. The dept equals the current price in case of a sale and I therefore do not have to pay my wife anything, I only need to keep on paying the monthly instalments to the bank.

Hurray for the financial crises!

two yeas ago I would not have had the money to stay in the house because it would have cost me 300.000 Danish crones (40.000 EUR) up front to my wife.

On the other hand now we cannot sell the house without loosing money. Thus I stay in the house – a fair deal.

It is still my holiday which will end on Sunday

in my nice, quite and lonely hours in the house I am beginning to plan some changes to the interior.

Being a sadist, that is I get off dominating women and inflicting pain on them, I would very much like to equip my house better when it comes to SM-plays.

Specifically an old dream would be to install some kind of a cage in the house.

A cage for housing a female slave for weeks.

I am still not sure where the cage should be placed, how large it should be or which type to choose but now that my wife and children soon are gone, I have the entire house at my disposal.

Surely, I should be able to come up with a satisfying solution.


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