Back at home

Friday, 26^th February

I cannot believe February is nearly over already!

I slept well last night, after all our travelling and the walk in the evening. The slave was allowed to stay up a while and write his blog. I have just checked it and posted it.

Tonight we are going to a required training session if I want to be one of the slave's driving teacher. In Sweden anyone can teach someone to drive, but they have to take part in a course. Now that I have the leased car sitting at the house, we want to make use of it. A Swedish driving test has several components, and the slave has to/wants to take lessons for every part. He has to do some theory tests, but they are done on the computer. One of them is a hazard awareness test, which younger people are usually better at, 1 – they are younger 2- the play computer games.

I just read what I wrote yesterday, and I thought I tell you about our experiences at the airports. We had anticipated trouble at security, so we always went in good time. I would have allowed the slave to take his belt off, but he wanted to test the officers. As you know, I am more private in this matter than the slave, and I could have ordered him to remove his belt for the flights, but I wanted to challenge myself, too. The airport officials should make it part of their training for their staff how to treat people with chastity belts. I mean, lots of people have piercings in their genitalia these days, which they will leave in during travel, for various reasons, and they get treated with more respect, in my experience. Would be nice to hear from other travellers. Maybe I will open a discussion forum on our club website.

His collar causes him to be searched, and the hand held devices are more sensitive than the walk through scanner. First they usually ask him to remove the collar, sometimes there are staff patrolling the queue before the scanner, so we alerted them it does not come off. (I have the key around my neck, but it is the principle). That caused raised eyebrows. He automatically requested to be taken to the private area. Lots of stares from other passengers, making me feel uncomfortable. There is a protocol he has to follow, they scan him with their hand held device. It goes off at chest height, which is normal for the staff these days. They go down to his crotch, and the bleeps go wild. If it was just piercings, the bleeps would have been less, they would wink and let you go. The belt they wanted to see. He would just drop his trousers, but he has to wait to be asked and agree to an intimate search. If he offered to drop his trousers immediately, it would be offensive to the staff, HAHA. Of course it was always a male attendant who did the scanning, most of the time they were embarrassed and they could not get him out quickly enough. We had to go through Arlanda, Berlin, Amsterdam and London. In Amsterdam the slave had a young gay security guard who is just starting to explore the scene, and he wanted to ask loads of questions. The boy found this even more annoying and told the guy his Master forbade him to talk. London gave us hassle, I was a bit surprised. They also would not accept his Swedish residence permit, he had to change channels and queue as non-EU all over again. I am sure that is not right. Anyway, we will not travel to GB any time soon!

He asked me if it would be ok to wear a metal plug as well. I knew he was testing me. Even he would not put himself through that. He likes wearing something up his anal passage, he once said to me he sometimes misses going to the toilet that way. A plug gives him a nice feeling. I give him freedom when to put one in, or which one, within limits. Sometimes I make him take it out or forbid him to put one in, or a certain one, as a form of punishment. Sometimes we integrate it in our play. In Canada he used to have one in most of the time, along with a dildo up his vagina. When he first had the op, he had to “open the hole”, and slowly increased the time and size of a dildo. Then it was because Robert liked the idea. He never has a dildo up his vagina these days recreationally, I do not want it.

Oh, the flat looks so nice decorated. We are getting used to the colours, not sure if it was the right decision. Everything else looks so much cleaner and fresher. Mats and Sahid are now converted to dungeon play. They have already booked a few more dates in the apartment.

Sunday, 28^th February

We spent the weekend at the house. We went for a drive on Saturday and Sunday, it took the slave some time to get used to the car, but then, I think, he was fine. He has not done much driving in Canada, it was mostly Barbara or Robert, so he is not as confident anyway. We had some nice hours in the playroom.