Monday, 21 December 2015

A weekend part II


Sunday, 15th May

The slave woke me in his gentle way and he was allowed to suck me off. I think he was still tired, he was a bit careless. We had a good breakfast, we both needed nourishment.

We took the car to the country, we do not use the car very much, so sometimes we use it just so we keep it ticking over. Sweden's countryside is lovely at this time of year. We found a restaurant. We asked if there was a lake nearby, and were given directions to a small lake, accessed through a track through the woods. There was a little beach and we rested there. I had brought some rope and tied his legs together and tied his upper arms with the rope tight behind his back. That way he could still use his hands and had some movement. We made out for a long time. I was so turned on, he sucked me off again. This time was better, but I came so fast. I laid on top of him, kissing, with my dick still out, rubbing against him. We nearly fell asleep, luckily it started to rain, heavily. I undid his ties on his legs, so he could get to the car, and undid the rest in the car. He requested that I tied his wrists for the journey. At home I took him into the house, with his wrists still tied. The ties were quite loose, he still had some movement, and he stayed tied all evening. God, he is so sexy in bondage!

I had him over the kitchen counter, it gave us an idea...





Monday, 16th May

I miss P/L and their advise and help. Lasse is better, now it is lighter again. We invited them for coffee and cake, the boy has been baking this morning. The oven has gone wrong, it took double the time for the cake. Well, it is only here for another week or so.

We are both still smiling from our weekend. It is nice to be normal for a week or so and then get really into it. I would have liked to restrain him today, but he has stuff to do, and it is better when he has full movement. It is still raining. The bondage table is still outside, it should be alright. I have put some tarpaulin over it.




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