Fun in the garden

Tuesday, 31^st May

I met with Martin today to compare our plans. We pretty much had the same ideas for the layout, for now we are not incorporating the outbuildings. We have both kept the flat upstairs for someone to live in. We do not want to be a sex club, we are not having a dark room or play room. We have separate rooms, for chilling out and be able to talk. Basically we want to have a main room we can use for dancing as well as for having drinks. We want a small stage. As we will take over after the summer, we want to concentrate on the main building. Later we can convert an outbuilding into an outside bar. We will need one for storage to put garden furniture in for the winter.

We discussed if we want to take a stall at Stockholm Pride this year. Last year they had introduced a special kink area. I am not a fan of gay pride, I have no need to advertise my lifestyle, and I think the parade has lost it's identity, and I just showing off to spectators, it is not political.

Last year we were approached, but declined, as I was too busy, I had the slave to consider.

Martin has been approached by some members if we have a presence this year, so maybe it would be a good way to advertise the new premises, but we need to put in an offer first. We arranged to meet the accountant tomorrow to talk about the purchase. We could have a float, but I have said no to that. If some members want to do a float, I am happy to sponsor them, quietly.

Yesterday afternoon I roped the slave into the frame in the garden. He had restraints on his wrists, a waist belt, ankles and a head harness with a muzzle, and then I attached him to the hooks in the frame with rope. It was a sunny day and I smothered sun cream on him. He was trembling under my touch, I took his belt off and used my creamed hand to wank him off. Then I mowed the lawn. The slave enjoyed himself. The table is still outside, and after dinner he happily spent an hour strapped onto it. Suddenly Django ran into the garden, and we heard Torben call him. We were apprehensive if he would come round, but then he would have to fight his way through some shrubs. One has to go through the house really to get into the garden, which is quite deliberate. A dog can get through the shrubs. Luckily Django followed his masters orders and soon disappeared. But it had broken the spell and I released Ben. We went for a shower, we often use his shower if we both use it as he has a wet room. When I do my bathroom a big shower area is a must.

I have just had an idea, we should make some enquiries if our customers can swim at the new premises. We could convert an outbuilding into changing areas.