This eBook covers the first years of our blog. I started this blog
with Wordpress.com and as name francobolli666. I posted my first
article on November 16, 2012.
I intended the blog to be about BDSM but over time it became much
more. Today Princess and I consider the blog to be our very private
and personal diary.
We love to share our diary with you, dear
Because quite some Wordpress.com blogs were disappearing, shut down,
often without any warning, because of the content, I decided in the
second half of 2013 to host my blog and be my own boss.
Digital data is evanescent. Compared to the lifespan of digital
content paper lives forever.
Recently I decided to print my
blog so I can give Princess a real diary, a real book.
I did some research in order to find the appropriate tools to get my
blog in a document in order to print it.
I am starting with the content of the ‘old’ blog and what I
consider our early years. It was quite easy to get it in a 395 page
So why not create an eBook too? I would make
it available as a free download.
I used BlogBooker.com
to convert my blog to a Word document. I then corrected and checked
the document for spelling errors. English is not my native language.
I used Calibre, a free program to convert the Word-document to an
ePub and Sigil, also freeware, to get the small details right.
Nipples & clothespins - 2012-11-16
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I showed Princess this image.
"Oh no", she gasped,
"this must really hurt. My nipples are so sensitive. Never ever
do this to me. Please."
"I can't promise", I told
A few days later, Princess was standing in front of
Naked and blindfolded.
Arms tied behind her back.
was completely helpless.
Carefully I attached a clothes pin on her
nipple, letting it go ever so slow.
Princess sighed, biting her
Then I did the same to her other nipple.
Saw her grimaces
but she didn't move nor did she use her safe word.
To top it off I
pinched a clothes pin on the tip of her tongue.
you", I whispered in her ear, softly caressing her back, making
her feel safe.
"I love you too" she replied and I saw
the clothespins wiggle in her mouth.
Then she laid her head on my
shoulder and I felt how she was slightly trembling.
breath in my neck a so delicious feeling.
After a few minutes
I freed her.
“Thank you, Milord”, she whispered.
An earring - 2012-11-16
March 20th, 2012
I took Princess out to dinner to celebrate
our first 6 months together.
Gave her earrings.
A few days
I drove Princess home, parked on her driveway and got out of
my car. In the soft light of a full moon I saw something shining at
Intrigued I picked it up. It was one of the earrings,
half buried in the mud.
I looked at her and she sighed, at the
verge of crying.
“I must have lost it when I was looking in
my purse for the keys of my home”, she murmured.
I said, mad as hell. “I’ll have to punish you; this is the first
jewellery I ever bought you!”
Her beautiful eyes filled with
“I’m so sorry”, she whispered. “I deserve to be
“What is it worth to you?” I asked.
she timidly answered.
“Okay”, I replied, “you count out
loud; one mistake and I start over again.”
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I finally gave her 30 hard whips.
Princess thanked me.
her it was entirely my pleasure.
Safe, Sane and Consensual - 2012-11-16
In every sex game this words are very important. And I might add
Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio (ORE), a neofolk and
martial industrial music group from Stockholm performs this piece of
In its sombre lyrics, Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio combines
seemingly incompatible polarities, such as "creation and
destruction, dark and light, joy and sorrow, sex and war" often
using Christian and specifically Catholic symbols.
BDSM topics are
also often featured.
ORE figures on several of my playlists I
use when playing scenes with Princess.
Rosarius Equilibrio - Safe sane and consensual
Rosarius Equilibrio - I M B E C I L E, My Idiot Lover
Rosarius Equilibrio - The Misanthropic Polygamist
Rosarius Equilibrio - Three Is An Orgy, Four Is Forever
found on the Internet
Masked Ball - 2012-11-16
One can analyse Eyes Wide Shut in several ways. This movie,
Stanley Kubrick's last movie is, for me, an allegory on greed. One
always wants more and more and more and finally there are no more
kicks, an orgy remains without any orgasm, only an empty feeling
remains. And what has one gained? Nothing.
scene I adore and I use it to impress Princess. Soundscapes are very
important in the scenes I play with her.
Check the video here
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Looking back - 2012-11-17 12:43
Inspired by a blog post I read this morning I tried to find out
what made me become what I am, a Dom.
I had a very happy
childhood and I can't remember any fight or even quarrel between my
parents. My father worked, my mother stayed at home, it was all very
traditional. They were middle-aged and I was born about 8 months
after their marriage.
My father was strict but not severe and
he fuelled my imagination by telling me stories, encouraging me to
read as much as possible and to discover my inner fantasies. Without
being presumptuous, I guess he made an intellectual out of me.
remember my mother sitting in her armchair and I, at her feet, 4
years old or so, playing with her legs, enjoying the silky feel of
One day I sneaked in their bedroom and in the chest of
drawers I found a catalogue of an exposition they had gone to. I must
have been 5 or 6 because my sister wasn't born yet.
through the book with paintings by the Belgian surrealist Paul
Delvaux. I saw completely naked women with strange,
big and black triangles between their legs. Men sharply dressed in
weird settings. It were these dark triangles that tickled my
imagination most and that I think it is the reason why I'm more a
pussy man than a breast lover.
Nothing else happened and my
sexuality developed in a normal way.
Shortly after my 13th
birthday my father passed away, aged 64 and it felt as I had been
amputated as he was my god, my teacher. The pain losing him has never
ever left me.
When I was 16 I saw the French movie The
Story of O. I'd seen sex movies before but this film
was a revelation and I was really excited about it, reviewing the
bondage scenes over and over in my head.
After a few relations
I got married at 30, and divorced her 16 years later. The sex had
always been good, but it never felt that special to me. With neither
of the women I come to think of. It never felt complete; it was
never overwhelming, hell, it was just plain boring vanilla sex.
have a collection of art books about fetish and bondage photography
and yet I never added domination in my sex life. It never felt okay,
not that I was afraid showing myself as a Dom. None of the women
inspired me enough to be what I secretly wanted to be.
met L. and boy, she was the one I had been waiting for all of my
life. I had finally found my Holy Grail and it had been a very long
Shopping pleasure - 2012-11-17
I love to shop for ordinary everyday stuff, wandering around, letting
my fantasy lead me. There is so much one can use to play with.
did I find today? Well, first I wanted to surprise Princess with a
new whip. This I found in our local horse shop.
A small brush and
a wooden spatula seemed useful too.
Then I visited a fishing store
and bought some weights I will be painting red with nail varnish.
weight will be attached to a clothespin using elastic bands so they
can go up and down. These clothespins will be pinched on Princesses
labia and then she can move around the house.
Hurricane - 30 Seconds To Mars - 2012-11-17
I love this music clip as it is crazy and beautiful. Directed by
the well know actor Jared
Leto who is also the lead singer of the band 30
Seconds To Mars.
You can also enjoy a very brief appearance by
Login in Vimeo and check this
Seconds To Mars - Hurricane ( Uncensored)
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The discovery of Princess - 2012-11-18
September 6th. 2011.
My Ex phoned me late that afternoon on my
cellular. She couldn't make it to the parent’s evening at the
school of my youngest daughter and asked if I would go.
told her. Hell, I didn't have anything planned and it was still
better than sitting home alone feeling sorry about myself not having
someone in my life.
At 19:45 I walked leisurely to the
school, entered the entrance hall and was offered a glass of Cava
that tasted like cow piss, not that I have any experience in that
Already bored I looked around and then suddenly I saw
her. It is so hard to describe what I felt. Like electricity flowing
through my body maybe; or as if my heart had been jump-started after
my sudden death.
She was a magnet to my eyes and it seemed as
every light in the hall was contributing putting her in the
spotlight, making her long blonde hair shine like pure gold.
any hesitation every nerve, every cell in my body knew she was the
one, that I finally had found my Grail. My journey, my quest had
finally come to its end.
My mouth was dry, my heart beating
as mad when I decided to walk up to her and say hi.
O my god, she
is so lovely with that voluptuous blonde hair and her beautiful eyes
I want to lose myself in.
"Hi", I said, stumbling over
my words, approaching an unknown woman like that, I would never have
done that, this was new, I was driven by an unknown force.
smiled at me and we exchanged names and some small talk.
turned out she was the mom of one of my daughter's friends.
made sure I was in the classroom before she entered, I saw a light
hesitation but she came over and sat down next to me. Boy was I
nervous, going through the stuff in the desk I was sitting at,
pulling out an agenda and reading the name on it.
uncanny. I was sitting at my daughter's desk.
I pulled myself
together, wrote a small note, slid it in her agenda on the date of
the next day.
Listened to the speeches, exchanged some words with
L. and then it was over and we all left the classroom.
let her go, then, pulling myself together once more I ran for it,
saying, stumbling, I would love to see you again.
Once again she
smiled and said yes and 10 minutes later I was on my way home with
her telephone number on a small piece of paper burning in my
Our anniversary date is September 20th, and that
evening I took her to a sushi bar and we talked and talked. We
decided to see each other again.
We made love for the first
time 3 weeks later and it was overwhelming, pure, intense and for
one reason or another I seemed to be pushing all the right buttons.
It was vanilla sex but I had never ever experienced it like this,
just pure magic, two people completely connecting, and becoming one
as it is supposed to be.
Months later, during one of our long
afternoons of heavy breathing I grabbed her hair violently, pulling
and forcing her head away from my mouth, I wanted to look her in the
eyes while I was fucking her.
Her reaction was immediate, she
moaned, sighed and almost came. Her eyes closed, a grin in her face
I now recognize as total sexual surrender.
A few weeks later,
same reaction when I put my hand on her throat, or later on, using
her panties to attach her wrists.
Slowly our lovemaking
evolved to a phase where I dominated every inch of her sexuality,
using only my hands, legs and an occasional panty to restrain her,
Finally that evolved too as inflicting pain
started dancing with lust. She told me she desired that I would slap
her behind. After that I started pinching her nipples. The first
time she used her stop word, but now she can stand even clothespins
on her nipples, tongue and labia. She is an avid learner.
Princess; my submissive a name that just came up naturally.
was only a month or two ago we started really talking about our
feelings, the shift in our lovemaking. One of the reasons of the
strength of our relationship is the fact that we can freely
communicate with each other.
We both understood we were now
engaging in a real S&M relationship adding some bondage.
were introduced, like a blindfold, leather cuffs and several whips,
all different, each responsible for another kind of excruciating
The feeling I have afterwards, taking care of Princess,
holding her, comforting her, telling Princess how much I love her is
more intense than my own orgasms. Being her Master, in every sense
of the world is so incredible gratifying.
This morning we
talked again, lying in bed, surrounded by the smell of rough and
intense lovemaking. The radio-controlled egg I had inserted in her
made her go berserk.
She told me she trusted me completely, that
I owned her body, her sexuality, that she was committed in
She is Princess, with a capital P.
with a capital P.
She gives herself completely but I could not be
what I am without her thus in a way Princess is a Master too.
Princess and I.
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The lighthouse - 2012-11-19
Digue Carnot, Boulogne-sur-Mer.
Cap Blanc Nez - 2012-11-19
A famous landmark at the Opal Coast is Cap Blanc Nez, near Calais. On
top is an obelisk commemorating the Dover Patrol, which kept the
Channel free from U-boats during World War I.
For reasons I cannot
explain this place got under my skin. It has something magical,
desolate but is also the symbol of a rich history.
When I'm up
there I hear James Cagney yelling "Made it, Ma! Top of the
world!" (White Heat, 1943).
During our first weekend
together I showed Princess around the Opal Coast and of course we
visited Cap Blanc Nez.
She knows we won't be returning there for
years to come. She doesn't mind though as she already knows that the
second time she'll be up there I will propose.
I know Princess
will say "Yes" without hesitation nor the need to be
whipped. Well, you can't have it all.
Cap Blanc Nez, again - 2012-11-20
This image was made the first time I went to the Opal Coast, a few
months after my divorce in 2006 and it was the first weekend I
organized with my two daughters.
Although it was a great
weekend, it was also very difficult as we hadn't found equilibrium
yet in this new situation where my kids had to coop with separated
parents and where my time with them was limited to only two weekends
Sand sailing - 2012-11-20
During one of my weekend at the French Opal Coast I visited
It was a deserted beach and I parked my car on
a remote parking lot in between the dunes.
There was an old
bunker and people were sand sailing. I watched the vehicles fly past
for some time and then I set up my tripod and made a composition.
used a relatively slow shutter speed and made this photograph where
the sail wagon is little smeared out giving the impression of
Life goes on and I'm pretty sure some soldiers lost
their lives at this particular place during WW 2. Several decades’
later hate has been tagged with graffiti and people go on as nothing
Sexus, Nexus - 2012-11-21
Princess arrived late at my place this Wednesday morning. Usually
she drops her youngest kid at school, comes over to my place, lets
herself in and sneaks into my bed. This happens usually around 8:35
am or so.
It was 10 past 10 and I was writing when I heard her
knocking at my door. Then she came in.
"Hi ", she
said, "sorry I'm so late, hell, I broke all the speed limits to
get her a.s.a.p."
"Never ever do that again", I
replied. "You'll win 40 seconds or so, it isn't worth it."
her in my arms, we kissed, I looked in her eyes, so beautiful, felt
an urge to cry, Princess is so kind, so loving, so gentle with me, so
Sometimes I think I must have died without knowing
it and now I have my personal angel looking after me.
she said again, "we don’t have much time."
gently caressed her cheek; she closed her eyes, loving my soft
"Let's go to bed," I whispered.
please," she murmured.
So we did.
We got undressed, skin
on skin, such a wonderful feeling. Kissing like made, our hands
Soon her tongue was playing with my nipples, then
going down, taking it all in, enjoying it, playful and so much
variation. It was maddening.
Guess she felt I was getting there so
she stopped, sat on me, offering me her breasts, then suddenly, her
pussy was hovering above my mouth. O boy, she was soaking wet and she
tasted so good.
Turned her on her back, mounted her in one single
movement, violently, Princess loves it that way. Teasing her with
rapid and deep movements, then just letting my gland enter.
a while we heard the sopping sounds, she was now really wet.
me", she demanded.
Went down on
her, Princess is so delicious.
Finished her off with two fingers
and a tongue that was everywhere.
"Oh boy,” she sighed when
I took her in my arms.
I caressed her for a while.
tongue was on my nipples again.
"Play with yourself,"
A few moments later I was ready to explode, she felt
it, sensed it, her mouth was at the right place when I finally
unloaded and she got it all.
Kissed me afterwards, Princess hadn't
swallowed it all.
Tasted my semen in her mouth and almost came a
Ten minutes later we had some tea. We had made
love for almost an hour and a half, a quickie to our standards. For
the first time in weeks we had experienced 100% vanilla sex. No
nipple squeezing or hair pulling (me) or scratching my skin until I
Just plain everyday vanilla sex and it had been
great. Well kind of.
Then Princess left, she had to pick up
her kid at school.
I put one some clothes, made a few phone
calls and left home shortly after.
Forty minutes later I slid my
Visa card in a machine and tapped my security code. The terminal
"Here you are, Sir," the guy said. "You
have a standard 2 year warranty."
"Thank you," I
replied and left the store with a Google Nexus 7, 32 Gb. version.
Encounter with the past - 2012-11-22
When I was 19 I started my second year in Art School where I was
A newcomer in the first year, Anna C.,
became my first girlfriend.
Her parents were very rich, owning a
Jaguar and a Porsche and Anna had a horse. Her father, a CEO,
disliked me but tolerated my presence; her mother was a very good
Anna had a small face buried in lots of black hair and
what was left was hidden behind big and thick glasses. We never did
much, sexually speaking. A lot of kissing, a few occasional fondling
with her breasts and I remember fingering twice. She never played
with me, never showed any interest in my body. What I do remember
though, on a few occasions, while grooming her horse with a
currycomb, the animal got an erection and she liked to caress
When I left school we broke up and I never saw her
Slowly my memories of Anna C. got buried under dust and
finally she disappeared completely out of my mind.
than 3 decades have gone by since we said goodbye for the last
Some six months ago I got a Facebook friend request from
Fred C. living in the same village were Anna used to live. There was
no photograph attached to his profile.
I remembered Anna having a
sister, no brother though and the name Fred didn't ring a bell. I
didn't accept nor reject the invitation, just waited to see what
would happen next.
Fred finally sent me a private message. I
replied and got a long answer back.
Apparently Anna got married
and gave birth twice, a boy and a girl. Anna wrote me how over the
years she had come to struggle more and more with her sexual identity
and decided to undergo complete transgender surgery. It had been
hard, difficult and painful but he felt happy now and his kids had
accepted him and his partner had stayed faithfully at his side.
I thought. That was all I could say or think.
Two weeks ago I
took Little A., my youngest daughter, to the annual Antwerp Book
She was browsing through some books; I was waiting patiently
when suddenly I heard my name called.
"Franco? Franco, is
that really you?"
I turned around and did not recognize the
middle-aged man standing in front of me. He was getting bald and had
a long grey beard and behind small glasses his eyes were shining
Automatically I shook his hand.
he said, "and it is so nice to see you again."
known to be very to the point, and it is hard to sweep me from my
feet, but boy, I was standing there as if I had been frozen. I didn't
know what to say or where to look. It felt awkward, uncanny,
Finally I met his eyes and saw Anna in
"What a surprise," I said and that was it and we
were left with some minutes of painful silence.
We said once
again goodbye and I watched him walk away still feeling completely
Little A. brought me back to reality.
"My first love," I told her.
jaw felt open, her eyes almost popped out of her head and I could
almost see her thinking, my father!!! With a MAN?
I smiled and
told my 12-year old daughter in a few words the story. She nodded,
didn't say much, just accepting it.
We enjoyed a pleasant
afternoon, Little A. and I, although I was unable to wipe this
encounter away and my mind’s eye focused all the time on Fred's
Don't get me wrong on this. I am very broad-minded and
accept almost everything. People are all different and this
versatility is fascinating. I do no judge or condemn people. I'm
happy Anna found a solution, that she is happy and that her close
relatives didn't let her/him go.
Yet, seeing your first sweetheart
back as a man, it felt so strange.
Later that evening Princess
dropped by and she noticed that I was feeling uneasy. I told her
about my brief encounter, she already knew the rest of the
Princess took me in her arms and softly blew away my
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Mont Saint-Michel - 2012-11-22
Mont Saint-Michel is a rocky tidal island and a commune in Normandy,
France. It is located approximately one kilometre off the country's
northwestern coast, at the mouth of the Couesnon River near
It was our last holiday together,
with my future ex and my two daughters. No let us try to make things
up kind of shit, just a few days away, mostly for the girls.
we didn't quarrel during this short holiday and we both felt okay
together. We then already knew it was over and out and it made this
stay easier. It felt almost good, as in our first few years.
made hundreds of images during our stay in Normandy but for some
reason or another the stayed buried in a folder on my hard
Until two years ago when I found the courage to have a
This photograph inspired me and I started to play with
it and then, very naturally, I added structures to the image and I
liked the result very much. After that it became my trademark and I
have a nice collection of very original structures.
Stamen - 2012-11-27
I love to make extreme macro photos. It is challenging working
with a combination of extension rings, a bellows and a dedicated
macro lens. One needs huge amounts of light because of the shallow
depth of field. Focussing is also difficult as any contact with the
lens makes everything tremble very hard.
This image of a stamen is
one of my favourites because it tickles my imagination.
Spring colors - 2012-11-27
Shot on the costal road (D940) between Escalles and Wissant, Opal
Coast, France on an early spring day. I love the colours and during
these dark months of the year it holds a promise. There will be sun,
spring and summer again.
day in the life - 2012-11-28
This morning Princess sneaked into my bed. On Wednesdays we both
don't work and the time we spend together, before she has to leave to
pick up her kids from school at noon, is pure luxury.
awhile then she undressed and crawled next to me, her body soft,
"Do you know what Princess is longing for?"
I smiled, she is an open book.
don't", I lied.
"A good whipping. Princess wants to feel
her buttocks burn."
I went to the chest of drawers and took
the 3 whips out and threw them on the bed. One flogger, two
"Which one?" I told her.
pleasure me, Milord."
I grabbed her by the hair, leading
her from the bed to the doorpost. Took her wrists and guided them
against the closed door, pulling her back a little, so her behind was
Kicked against her ankles so she would spread
her legs more, Princess needs some training on that detail. Spreading
legs should come natural.
Took the flogger and started with soft
blows, stopping now and then to caress her behind or stroking gently
with my hand between her thighs.
Harder and harder, the sound of
the leather on her reddening skin made me almost cum. Hit her between
the legs at some occasions, she sighed, eyes closed, making soft
noises in agony.
I threw the flogger on the bed. Took one of the
horsewhips and gave her some violent blows, the lashes became red
"O my god", she sighed, turning around,
searching my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine. Her nipples hard
and under my hand I felt her buttocks burning.
again and threw her backwards on the bed.
Went down on her,
hell, she was soaking wet, and with no effort at all I got three
fingers in her, licking her, drinking her, she tastes so good.
Princess moaned, sighed, her nails buried in the skin of my back,
scratching me. Deliberately hurting me, as she knows it makes my
I found her nipples, pinching them, pulling,
tormenting them; I was ready to take no prisoners.
Princess came and how. Dark stains of her wet on my coffee with
cream-colored bed protection.
Took her in my arms, my Princess,
holding her, stroking her sensitive skin. Aftercare is so important,
even more when lovemaking is this intensive, when pain is mixed with
lust, with pleasure.
She kissed me, soft and tender, whispering a
thousand times "I love you".
"Where are we going
with this?" she asked me after a while.
"A month or two
ago you couldn't stand me pinching your nipples. Now I can't squeeze
hard enough. Maybe you will need more pain or maybe we should slow
She didn't answer, maybe because it is a
Then Princess referred to something we
discussed a few days ago.
"Please", she told me, "I
want, no, I need to be collared."
promised. "Next Saturday I will collar you. Soft leather and a
silver chain to go with."
Princess is getting there. I was
happy to hear her thank me twice for making her cum. It was a very
nice "Thank you, Milord" and she made me very happy.
completely yours", she murmured, kissing my nipples, licking
with the tip of her tongue. Biting, ever so careful, hell, too
careful in fact.
She played my body, skilfully
and shortly after I ejaculated in her mouth and she drank it and
kissed me so I could taste myself.
I had a thousand questions
for Princess. I wanted to know which whip she liked the most.
iPhone said beep. It was a message of Big A., my eldest
"Come and fetch me from school. NOW."
"Are you ill?" I texted.
A. was hysterical.
matter?" I asked.
"He is dead."
first boyfriend. Fell asleep behind the wheel. This morning, 2
"Okay", I told her. "I'll be there in 20
"I'm sorry, Princess."
problem my love. Drive careful."
So I did.
later, as promised, I held my eldest daughter in my arms and she
Boy, did she cry.
Hell, I cried too.
I didn't know
how to take her pain away.
Came a spider - 2012-11-29
One evening, I must have been 5 or so, my father came home from
work with a present for me.
Impatient I opened the parcel and
found a rubber tarantula with a plastic tube and when you squeezed
the bellows the spider jumped up.
Then my mother came in
the living room and I said, "Mommy, look what Daddy got me."
made the spider jump, my eyes shining from sheer pleasure.
screamed, yelled and almost fainted.
I was sent to bed and the
next morning I couldn't find the spider anywhere. It had disappeared.
Thrown away with the garbage.
For years to come I would suffer
A few years ago I started to get
interested in macro photography and started to make close-ups from
spiders, trying to get past my phobia.
I must say it helped me a
lot although I still tend to freeze when I see a big spider.
is one of these spider portraits, a crab spider.
thoughts - 2012-11-29
This evening I was home later than usual due to heavy traffic
around Brussels where I work.
Stored the groceries in the fridge
and took a quick shower.
Brushed my teeth, got dressed again and
went to the living where, to my surprise, Princess was waiting for
"I'm hungry", she told me.
"How much time do
"25' or so."
I sighed. Not enough time
to cook and eat and enjoy.
"Will a kiss do as a meal?" I
She smiled and nodded, taking me by the hand, pulling me
closer to her.
So we got on the sofa, cuddled, kissed and
talked. And kissed some more.
"Is it my imagination or have
we grown even more closer these last few months?" I asked
"You are much calmer, more self-confident and the
trust we now have in each other has a very positive impact on our
relation, yes. And the playing has helped in a very positive way."
kissed some more and then, suddenly, our time was up.
you", Princess told me. I could read it in her eyes, taste it on
her lips too.
Then she was gone.
A few minutes later the
doorbell rang. Big A. with her laptop I had given her a few years
ago. It was broken but big A. hoped I could access her files in some
way or another as she was desperately looking for some images of her
dear friend who passed away in a car crash yesterday.
screwdriver to open the laptop and got the hard disk out. Connected
it to my iMac, I have a kit to connect hard drives.
There were her
folders. She browsed and browsed through them but with no result. No
photographs of her former boyfriend.
"Guess I deleted them
when we broke up," she said. "Hell, if I had known."
never do," I told her, "and that is a good thing. Life
would be unbearable if we knew the expiration date of those we love
and care for."
"Sure dad", she answered and I felt
she didn't understand what I had just told her.
She gave me a kiss
on my cheek.
Then she was gone too.
I had a whole evening
Well not entirely as I'm reading Sophie
Morgans "Diary of a Submissive: A Modern True Tale of Sexual
Awakening" and I must say I enjoy this book very
Zebra spider - 2012-11-30
The zebra spider is a common jumping spider. Like other jumping
spiders, it does not build a web. It uses its four pairs of large
eyes to locate prey and its jumping ability to pounce and capture it.
Zebra spiders are often noted for their awareness of humans. Upon
noticing someone observing them, they can be seen raising their head,
and usually change behaviour .
Collar - 2012-12-01
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.
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
Later that day, when we phoned, Princess told me she
almost used her safe word as the beating had really been very
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."
as she was imaging me with a dog while I was thinking about
This evening I am going to collar my Princess.
she is ready.
A promise - 2012-12-01
"Which one you like most?"
"I cherish them all,
"No preferred one?"
"No, each of
them pleasure me in a different way, Milord."
Milord, they do. Well, to be honest, one of them really stings,
hurts, makes scars on my skin, burns, so I think of You when I sit
down the next few days. To be honest, I prefer that one. Yes, I do.
But give me time to adjust, Milord.
want of fall in love with that riding crop, Milord."
me Princess, why?"
"It will scar my skin, leave traces
for ever, it is Your tattoo, Milord. It will be Your mark, Milord. I
want You to sign my skin, Milord. I am Yours. Forever."
Vanilla? No thanks. - 2012-12-02
Princess stays over for the night at my place once a week and
arrives on Saturday in evening between 20:00 and 21:00
we talked awhile, drank some Cava and then watched the Bond-movie
Quantum of Solace on my iMac. We went to bed at midnight.
kissed, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together, feeling
happy and so much in love.
In a few weeks we will be together
for 15 months and Princess has changed my life for the better. I
can't image not having her in my life; she has completely gotten
under my skin. My dearest wish is to grow old with her and make her
happy, every single day.
We kissed, caressing each other
softly and we started our lovemaking and I wanted it to be very
Eventually it didn't exactly go that way, we ended up
playing when I was holding Princess against me with one arm, hand on
her back, stroking myself, stopping to tease her, going back to
masturbate. She was scratching my skin with her long nails, hurting
me and I was enjoying it.
Started scratching her back too,
really hard and she responded immediately, she got even wetter, my
fingers felt her lips open. Princess was groaning and looking in my
"Hurt me, please Milord," she begged.
did, digging my nails in her skin.
"More, please Milord,"
Pulled her hair, violently, surprised now I didn't
pull it all out.
She came with such power, trembling, her hips
moving wildly, arching her back, eyes still open and looking
intensely at me.
"O God", Princess screamed and sank
down in my arms. I held her tenderly, close and warm. Princess was
still shivering, her skin covered with goose bumps, breathing
heavily, her heart ponding as mad and she made little noises, like a
After a while she kissed me, her eyes filled with
"Now it is your turn, Milord. Am I allowed?
"Sure Princess," I answered, smiling.
got one leg between hers, my knee in her groin.
licked my nipples while scratching with long hauls over my torso. It
was a maddening feeling and the pain danced with the feeling of lust
I was building while masturbating.
Princess scratched even more,
even harder, riding my knee, hurting me makes her cum too, and I let
her do this do me now and then as I find it extremely liberating to
experience lust and pain myself.
Shortly after she came she
noticed how I was getting near my edge.
"Look," she said
and turned her back so I could see the scars and bruises I had just
"O boy," I sighed and was finally pushed over the
Princess was just in time so I could fill her mouth, my
orgasm so intense; it felt as if every nerve end of my body was
stimulated and warmth came over me.
Princess kissed me; I
tasted myself and enjoyed it.
Then she held me, stroking me gently
and telling me how much she loves me.
Finally at 02:35 we fell
I woke up next to Princess and my eyes filled with
tears of sheer happiness when I watched her still asleep.
is the love of my life.
I'm so grateful I found her.
happy she is in my life.
No, really, never ever vanilla again - 2012-12-03
We, Princess and I, try to end the week together, on Sunday evening,
or start it, depending on your point of view. Most of the time I
drive to her place, pick her up and then we go somewhere, the movies,
sauna or my place.
We did the latter and on the way home we
talked about some issues she had. It has nothing to do with our
relation, rest assured.
At my place I immediately dragged her
to my/our bedroom, I like to talk while lying down.
she stopped talking, it was out of her system, it was now she and Me
We kissed and then I helped her out of her panty yet she
remained fully dressed.
Without any warning I turned her around
and her ass was in front of me. Started to slap it, gently, I was
feeling romantic, so I didn't exaggerate. Well, to be honest, gave a
few hard blows, just to let her feel who is on top.
unaware that we had started a memorable evening.
was that for?" she asked when I had given a final slap, a hard
one of course. Her buttocks were coloured in, well, forgive me, 50
shades of red.
"Want you to feel at home, Princess," I
"Even without my place is here, at your side,
Milord. I am totally yours," she smiled.
I took Princess
in my arms, pushing a leg between hers, forcing them open, her arms
behind her head, one hand ready to pinch and hurt, my other hand
playing with her pussy. It didn't take long before she came; intense,
Grabbed her by her hair, dragged her of the bed.
went to the living room where I had set up my portable studio and
Princess likes my blog and she thought it would
be nice to combine my photographic skills with my writing. It would
be her contribution to my writing as she would be my model.
is one problem though. Yes, I have, amongst others, a degree in
photography and I've had several expositions. Yet, photographing
people isn't my thing. I lack the art of communicating with my
subjects, unable to get the most out of them.
in front of my lens, with not much experience in properly lighting a
person's face, well, I was rather nervous.
To my big surprise
it went rather well and I was able to make at least one shot we are
proud of. And it was fun to see how Princess was patient, how she
stood there, waiting, in the position I had learned her: legs a
little apart, hands with spread fingers on her buttocks and looking
straight in my eyes.
I had one shot in mind, it's a BDSM
cliché, I know, but pulling that one off could boost my
So I blindfolded Princess, then gagged her, I had
never used this device before on her so it turned her on even
The studio session had made her hot and, well, me too so
I called it a day and said, enough for now.
through the 15 or so images, I'll discover my errors and next time we
will do better."
"Okay," she said. "I'm
Back in our bedroom we kissed and I pinched her
playfully with the nails of my thumb and index, on her inner thighs,
labia, squeezing her nipples, slapping her behind while Princess was
lying close to me, constrained by my legs and arm.
fuck we keep our eyes open, we look at each other, and our mouths are
touching most of the time.
I was moving and reading her eyes,
her expression, where the tip of my dick was; well, where it should
be. Then, without any warning I forced myself in her. She screamed
and I felt like a rapist and I dug my hand in her hair, yanking,
turning her head from left to right and back, to my mouth, then back
in the cushion. I played the man who, after 20 years or so in
solitude confinement finally had a cunt to fuck.
Felt how Princess
was getting close to the ridge and I pulled out.
holding her, kissing, letting her feel protected, at home, loved.
didn't beg for more, hell, Princess is a quick learner. She knows
there is more to come.
Grabbed her, took her again, fucking
her even harder, as if not giving a good performance would lead me to
Got her close to the edge once more.
tight to me, turned around and then Princess was on top of me.
looked at me, her eyes, O my God; I could read love and lust in
Princess started to move. Slowly. Looking at each
Suddenly it happened.
I can't describe the sounds
she made. Take some moaning, a few sighs, a lot of groaning and add
some purrs. Stir it, no, not shaken, with an ohhhh that comes from
very deep and you get the picture.
I felt it, lying on my back
and I nearly cried, I was moved and happy at the same time. Princess
had taken a new step in her/our sexuality.
When I looked in her
eyes they were closed, her face in an ecstatic grin and Princess was,
for a moment, far away.
O boy, it was incredible when I felt
that warm liquid of hers caressing in abundance my balls.
had cum and how.
After a while she saw the huge stain on my
mattress protector and she was so ashamed.
I told her it was
normal, I told her this was great. I told her I was honoured to have
made this happen. I told her this was love, this was lust, this was
everything that matters.
I told her I loved her so much.
"I do to,” Princess replied.
I couldn't help it.
My eyes really filled with tears.
Fuck, I'm a romantic bastard,
but mind you, a sadistic one.
a mosquito - 2012-12-03
I love making extreme macro photos because it is a technical
This is the last stadium before the larva becomes a
other pleasures - 2012-12-05
Like every Wednesday morning Princess sneaked into my bed, curling up
next to me. Kissing, whispering words where love is the main
"I enjoyed reading Diary
of a Submissive, couldn't stop, it makes me hot,"
Princess told me.
I had given it to her as a present last
Yesterday, Tuesday, we spoke on the phone. I told her,
little A. is staying with me for the rest of the week. I won't be
able to play with myself and I want you to do the same. Do not
She said she wouldn't, we would endure abstention
"It made you hot?" I asked. We were lying
on my bed.
"Yes, it did."
"Did you play with
"Yes, I did, Milord. Are you going to punish
I pinched one nipple very hard, then the other one. She
"I just did," I told her.
Held Princess in
my arms, caressing her.
I had one leg between hers and her
knee was on my stomach leaving her right buttock free.
warning I pulled her hair and slapped her hard on her buttocks and
before she had realized what happened I had turned around on the bed
with Princess in my arms, slapping her on the other side of her bum,
then turning around again, slapping, turning around once again. It
was rollercoaster time.
"Hell, what was that for?"
she moaned when it was over.
"Because you came last evening.
I was counting on your loyalty but you didn't deliver."
a breach in trust, I agree," she sighed. "How can I make it
"You know how Princess. Just do it. NOW."
went down, took me in her mouth. She gives a really great
Reached for her hair, pulling her up next to me.
you thought the slapping was punishment, you're wrong."
I'm going to masturbate and you are going to assist me. Lick my
And then I'll make you watch when I come."
in my mouth?” she sighed.
"No. And I know you'll hate the
humiliation, but you'll have to lick it from my belly."
won't," she told me. "It is a disgusting thought."
you will," I replied.
She screamed, tears in her eyes when I
pulled her hair violently as she watched me squirt, pushing her mouth
Princess fought, resisted.
Finally she licked it up.
Princess is a good girl.
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Assignment - 2012-12-06
I was resting in His arms, my skin still very sensitive after one of
these mind-blowing orgasms He loves to give me.
His warm skin
against my back, His breath stroking softly my neck, a hand on my
belly the other cupping my breast, I felt safe and wanted and
“Thank you, Milord,” I whispered for the zillionth
“You’re welcome Princess,” He replied pressing a
tender kiss on my shoulder giving me goose bumps.
silent for a while, floating in post-coital heaven, almost feeling
weightless. There was no sound and early morning light started to
creep in our bedroom. I felt happy, in balance and so much in
“Do you sometimes visit a garden centre, Princess?”
He suddenly asked. I could almost feel Him grin and knew He was going
to explore an idea.
“Why?” I asked and closed my eyes. Stupid
me, this was not the answer he wanted to hear.
He pinched my
It hurt but I felt how the pain got me aroused
again. I’m so sensitive to pain and He knows it, using this
knowledge to his advantage.
“A simple yes or no will do,” he
whispered in my ear.
“Yes, Milord. Sorry. I do go there
“Good. What do you need if you want to grow a
“Let me think. Soil of course, a pot. Fertilizer
“Okay. And what if the plant has to be supported?”
“Very well Princess. And what are these sticks
generally made from?”
“Bamboo if I’m not mistaken.”
embrace our BDSM lifestyle. It has without any doubt a very positive
effect on our relationship, I feel much closer to Him and our love
Yet I’m still finding it difficult to immerse
me completely, not that I don’t want to, it’s probably something
I should have to work on. Therefore our little conversation didn’t
ring a bell and I was still thinking what He was trying to say when
He asked me what I thought about the idea.
Then I finally understood where this was going.
that would be a new sensation,” I said, rather reluctantly.
would leave traces on your behind for days,” he said, His voice low
and I felt how His erection started to grow against my back.
gets very horny just thinking about hurting me. And I would like Him
to hurt me more than He does now; sometimes I feel how He is reticent
to do so. I have my kids at home and He is terrified they would
notice traces of our play.
I would love to touch the marks He
makes when at night I am alone in my bed, following them with my
fingertips, reviving our intense moments, getting aroused and playing
with myself. Coming and murmuring His name aloud in the darkness of
“Are you going to get one, Milord?” I asked with a
voice trembling in anticipation.
“No Princess, I will not. At
your next visit at such a garden centre you will look for them,
trying one, hitting the palm of your hand. Mind you though, your
buttocks are much more sensitive. If you like the feeling you will
buy some and bring them with you, a present from you for me.”
swallowed. It was His first assignment for me, His submissive, and I
wasn’t sure if I was ready to take our D/s lifestyle out in the
real world while doing such a simple thing as shopping. And then the
sheer idea of buying something He would use to punish me with,
something that would hurt so very much. O my god, I already knew we
would both enjoy this very much.
Well, He knows I will do it.
For Him, Milord, yet also for me, His submissive.
for His marks on my skin, His signature for me to feel and enjoy
every single moment when He is not in my life.
found on the Internet
The delicate bouquet of Princesses perfume and the delicious scent of
her soft skin mix perfectly with the odour of her collars
It is maddening and arousing.
I find Princess
extremely sexy when she wears it.
colours - 2012-12-07
One late afternoon I spend some time photographing on the
Cemetery near Antwerp. The light wasn’t that great
but it offered some interesting opportunities. Like this simple shot
of light falling through the window on the wall of a crypt.
Annual honesty - 2012-12-07
I made this image of annual honesty or Lunaria annua in my small
studio. One light for the front and much smaller one, a black paper
tube in front of the flash, to show transparency. A brown piece of
paper was used as a background.
Rose - 2012-12-07
This image was shot on Schoonselhof
Porcelain rose, trying to
withstand eternity on a grave that has been neglected for decades. An
early morning, covered, soft light, after a short and refreshing
Some drops remain, tears on the man-made petals.
is a sad thought that in time all of us will be forgotten except for
the lunatics and madman. And a handful would-be saints.
Poles at Sangatte, France - 2012-12-07
Once again the Opal Coast in France.
This image was made with
a relative long shutter speed during high tide so the movement of the
water seems more like mist.
I added several textures to this
image to create exactly what I had in mind when I was standing there,
waiting for my camera to finish the exposure.
That evening, like
most of the time before Princess finally came in my life, I was
feeling blue and alone. Craving for romantics, for love, for meaning
something in the life of another human being. Desperately wanting to
make someone special happy. Little did I know, then, it would include
cuffs, crops and whips.
I am so grateful she came into my
life, my Princess. She has made all the difference.
Carousel - 2012-12-07
I love France where I feel at home.
A few years ago, it
was the last time I spend my holidays with my two daughters; we
stayed a week in Brittany, France.
Every single evening we
drove to Binic for supper. We had great moments and little did I know
it would be the last time big A. would come with me on holidays. If I
had known, I had tried to make it even more special.
we are not aware of what will happen tomorrow or even in five minutes
from now. Hell, life would be unbearable.
One evening I made
Fun is over, there is nothing more than emptiness and
loneliness and dreams of moments that where fun but so brief in
Carousel, no kids anymore, it is bedtime. There are only
fading echoes. Only memories.
Blériot Plage, Sangatte - 2012-12-10
'Blériot Plage' is named to commemorate Louis Blériot who, on
the July 25, 1909, was the first person to fly across the English
Channel. He flew from the beach at Sangatte, to the cliffs at Dover
to claim the prize offered by the Daily Mail. The crossing took 37
minutes in his aeroplane, Blériot XI, built in collaboration with
Sangatte itself became internationally famous
because of the works for the Channel Tunnel and is the location for
the tunnel's French cooling station. (Source Wikipedia)
Assignment - The Sequel - 2012-12-10
"I'm going to a garden centre tomorrow," Princess told me
on the phone.
It was Friday evening, when we don't see each other,
generally 4 evenings a week, we phone each other.
asked, innocently. "Why?"
I heard her laugh.
know why," she replied. "Your assignment turns me on, you
really have no idea. I want to do this, I want to embrace the things
you are giving me and you are really opening my world. It feels a
little awkward though taking the D/s to the outside world."
kiddo, keep calm, no one will see something else than a gorgeous
chick buying some sticks to support her plants" I told her, more
moved by her words than I wanted to admit to myself.
you talking to, old man?" little A. suddenly asked as curious as
a 12-year old should be.
Little A. was spending the weekend with
me; in fact she was already staying at my place since Tuesday
"I'm talking to L."
"Say hi for me."
I did and said, L. says hi back to you. Little A. smiled, she adores
"Love you Darling," I said to L. "And I miss
"Can't wait till tomorrow. Longing so much for
your arms, your kisses. Your love."
It was almost nine in
the evening, the next day, when Princess finally arrived.
her open the door, went to greet her. Held her in my arms. Kissed
her, then drowned in her eyes.
"Look," she smiled.
her hand she held two bamboo sticks, about 93 centimetres long (some
"Yep. Wasn't sure if
they would break easily. Boy did I enjoy this. One of my daughters
insisted on coming with me. In the shop I couldn't find these sticks
so I had to ask. Then my daughter asked me why I needed them. Creepy.
Fuck, this was one hell of an assignment but I'm so happy you made me
do this. I feel much more your submissive knowing you make me do
things for you outside of your control zone. When you are not there
but so present in my thoughts. Then even you control me."
the sticks in my hand. Showed her that holding one stick at the end
gives a different blow than holding it in the middle. It's all about
Princess kissed me. Whispering thank you once more.
Telling me she was sad I was not able to use the stick this evening.
Remember, little A's room is next to ours.
"We have to wait
until tomorrow evening, darling." I took the sticks and hid them
in my bedroom.
Then we went to the living room.
Little A. was
glad to see L.
L. was glad to see little A.
"Do you mind if L. and I
go out for a drink?"
"Nope. Have fun."
we leave I have to show you something," I said to L. and took
her to my bedroom.
To be continued.