Friday, 15th January
We left the house quite early
yesterday, as we both had gym sessions, Ben had yoga and a language
lesson in the afternoon. We had lunch at the Bhuddist centre, Ingrid
joined us. When Ben left to chat with Sabine, I told her that Ben
still feels a presence in the house, how he avoids the cellar door
and that Django once barked at it. She went pale, and I urged her to
tell me what she knew. She told me a young man had died in the cell
in the cellar. He had an undiagnosed heart condition, it was nothing
with the stress of playing. She thought I knew about it.
Today the flat was ready and I
spent some time overseeing the cleaning up. I spoke to Per that I
want to get my flat decorated. He gave me the name of a decorator.
We are in the process of setting up a list with BDSM friendly
contractors on the clubs' website. The contractors we had for this
work had all worked at the house before, they did not bat an eyelid
at the rubber room, they quite enjoyed having their lunch in there
and cleaned it up nicely afterwards. The couple who will move in here
have done the decorating themselves, they have used quite bold
colours. The flat is white, which I guess was “in” about 6 years
ago. Some colour might be nice.
I met an ex-colleague at the gym
today, he said they miss me already. The family of the boy who died
are not going to pursue a case.
Monday, 18th January
I got my tattoo started today. The
slave had household day.
I discussed decorating the flat,
having some colours, he said it was up to me. He likes art, going to
galleries, but he is not artistic at all.
We spent the weekend at the flat,
our new neighbours threw a party. They will fit in very well.
I went to the gym and sauna on
Saturday, the slave does not like it at the weekend, it is a
different crowd, and he feels uncomfortable, or he thinks the people
feel uncomfortable with him. He helped out at an open day at the
Bhuddist centre, in the kitchen. He enjoyed it, he wants to go and
help more often, he likes to learn more about their dishes. That is
fine with me.
Sunday afternoon we had family day
at the club, one of our new ideas. A night club during the day is
just dismal. Hopefully we can introduce it at the new premises, the
few families who came had fun anyway.
Sunday morning Ben made up to me
for the cut short session at the house. It feels great to have him
inside me, with his 2 rings.
Anyway, my tattoo. It is on my
upper right arm. I decided to have it done by the traditional method,
and that is where it traditionally is. I need a few more sessions. It
looks great already, but I am a bit sore. I have to travel to north
Stockholm, it is more than an hour on the train. Next time I will
take the slave with me, I felt a bit unwell afterwards.
Wednesday, 20th January
Time flies, I am not bored yet, I
can find enough to do. The slave is at the bank, getting his money
transfer organised. Ingrid went with him in case there are
communication problems.
We went to the meditation class
again last night, I am enjoying it. We have decided he will help
every Tuesday, the staff have a communal dinner about 5pm which he
can join, and then we will go to class together. That means he will
be out of the house all day Tuesdays, with gym, yoga, lesson and then
centre until 9pm. Wednesdays will be our day, Mondays he likes to do
the household, and Thursday and Friday we both go the gym, he then
goes to yoga and lessons. I think I will be doing more cooking. He
will start driving lessons soon as well, but it should not take him
too long, as he can already drive.
I am expecting a decorator to
discuss the renovations.
The decorator had some nice ideas,
we know him from the club. He switches between the gay voice and a
normal one, he says some clients expect him to be feminine gay. He
loved the flat, and was very envious of the cell. He has just
recently been introduced to this lifestyle by his new boyfriend, whom
he met at the club. The slave came back from the bank while Mats was
still here and we have invited them for dinner Friday evening.
The slave and I had a session in
the playroom, he tied me up for a change. We had fun, but we decided
it was a one off. I told him over dinner what has happened at the
house, in the cellar. I had looked it up on the internet and found
some newspaper reports. Funny, I had never heard about it before, of
course certain papers made it their headline for days. It was during
the time I was in Boston. Now I am not surprised that my Master got
so ill and died months later. The boy wants to go to the house at the
weekend and explore the cellar.
Saturday, 23rd January
I was supposed to have another
tattoo session yesterday, but postponed it until Sunday, as we had
the dinner in the evening.
Mats and his partner Sahid are
great, I think we might become friends. Mats is my age, and Sahid is
a couple of years younger than Ben. Sahid grew up here. He is the
top, and very confident for his age. He loved the playroom and the
cell. We showed them the dungeon apartment and they hired it for this
weekend. They have not had access to proper equipment in peace and
quiet.
In the morning I went to the gym
and Ben came to the house before me with the shopping. We had lunch
and then he wanted to inspect the cellar. I think knowing what
happened down there makes it even more uncomfortable. He was holding
my hand. It can be well lit down there, and I switched all the lights
on. All the gear is still down there, as if someone just locked it
up. To be honest, I never went down there since I owned the house.
There are several rooms, one has a
stretching rack. Ben could not believe we did that, he said I thought
you were not into S&M. I said it was not that,we were never
stretched that far. One room we used to be hosed down. We had a
communal “cell” where we would be chained up, and there is an
isolation cell. Ben said that is where the guy died, he could feel
it. He was very cold, I laughed: It is winter, the cellar would be
cold! He said: NO, it's the coldness of the spirits at unrest.
The internet is great, we have
booked a psychic who says he can get rid of spirits.
We went for a drink to “our”
pub, we both needed some alcohol after venturing into the cellar. We
met a dog, he attracts them.
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