This week­end is best described in a word coined by Cana­dian comedian Rus­sel Peters when he aims to describe how his her­it­age expresses pleas­ure at some­thing that has happened, this week­end was “faaaantaaaastic”. We had planned on going to the Everything To Do With Sex Show 2009 for a while and as the date creped closer I final­ised the appoint­ment in my head. I knew that kaja, which I will refer to as pet form here onto, was going to go and she prom­ised to give us an oppor­tun­ity to meet the man she refers to as “Wolfgang”. I have to say that I was more curi­ous about meet­ing this man rather than what I would see at the sex show. Sex shows here in Canada seem to be fairly small and rather tame. Noth­ing that could com­pare to the AVN or any of the other large expos­i­tions in Cali­for­nia. The industry is either not big enough or we are simply too tame. The exper­i­ence was an inter­est­ing one, espe­cially because pet got her torso painted, espe­cially those perky tits of hers seemed to stand out after the pro­ced­ure was done. A sample of what that looked like is seen in this post and the perki­ness of her tits is some­thing that my slave describes, amongst other things, in her art­icle about this week­end. Now before you ask your­self when I will get finally to the juicy details let me put the con­clu­sion at the beginning.

I am relaxed now. I had under­es­tim­ated the emo­tional invest­ment neces­sary to keep the scale bal­anced and I under­es­tim­ated how com­plic­ated it is to bal­ance the scale of two indi­vidu­als which are very dif­fer­ent in their own right. I did not under­stand that it would con­sume much of my atten­tion not leav­ing enough room to truly enjoy the gift that I am being given by my slave and pet. With the last ink­lings of doubt removed this week­end I am pleased that I can indulge not only in fan­at­sies every male has, yet also enjoy them to the fullest without think­ing about retributions.

I always under­stood that the life­style I lead affords me with cer­tain priv­ileges other men do not have when they choose to live in a more tra­di­tional rela­tion­ship. I pretty much live what some males must refer to as their most cher­ished fantas­ies. I am able to have sex pretty much any­time, any­where and as often as I choose to. There is almost noth­ing that my slave will not do for me and there is noth­ing we can­not talk about, share and think about try­ing. I do not have to be con­cerned about her pleas­ure at all and I can repeat it as often as I want. Doing this with the part­ner you love is a gift in itself, doing it with another per­son while your part­ner is present is a whole new level of satisfaction.

I am faith­ful to my part­ners, not because I feel that it is wrong to have desires for oth­ers while in a rela­tion­ship, much more because I usu­ally am quite happy with the one I am together with. The same applies here, there is noth­ing my slave can­not provide me with that the pet can. In fact my slave is much bet­ter trained and much bet­ter behaved than the pet at this point in time.

I can hon­estly say that there is noth­ing that keeps both your hands as occu­pied as pulling two warm bod­ies up against you. The touch, pos­i­tion and unique feel­ing gen­er­ated by two com­pletely dif­fer­ent indi­vidu­als choos­ing to sur­render a part of them­selves to you and you alone. The exchange feels almost sur­real when you try to ana­lyse it in ret­ro­spect and I shall not dwell on ana­lys­ing some­thing that is best sum­mar­ised as being fantastic.

Avind read­ers might ask them­selves where the cock suck­ing part is hap­pen­ing and I have indeed not touched on that topic yet. The topic in itself as com­mon as it now a days sounds is a very import­ant one to me. Much less because the pet tried her best with my little cock, much more so because it marks the first time my slave chose to share what she con­siders, right­fully so, hers. I pride myself of being someone that is very much in con­trol of his urges and as much as I enjoy play­ing with pet, I have never once thought that I should be the one ini­ti­at­ing con­tact in such a man­ner where my cock is involved.  The cal­cu­la­tion being a very simple one, if that body part is shared without my slave being com­pletely con­fid­ent, I would stand to lose more than what I would gain from the fleet­ing pleas­ure of hav­ing that interaction.

Wait­ing has payed off and my slave describ­ing it as “fuck­ing hot” when pet was allowed to suck my cock is well worth the wait. These type of inter­ac­tions cre­ate a healthy eco sys­tem where bound­ar­ies are respec­ted and expect­a­tions are prop­erly set. Keep­ing the bal­ance of under­stand­ing what is import­ant with every­one involved some­times requires tak­ing a step back and sur­ren­der­ing con­trol to the slow­est party involved. With us three that party is my slave and I am more than happy to sur­render that level of con­trol to her. Just as much as I was happy to take con­trol from her.

As much as I would like to type “our pet” that would be a state­ment made pre­ma­turely as there is no own­er­ship involved just yet. Those are feel­ings which grow over time and I am sure the seed­ling has been planted with my slave and myself. Now it is up to time and the right nur­ture to grow it into a strong tree that can be har­ves­ted. I believe that pet exists to serve us and her only focus is to ensure that I am pleased and just as much as I should be pleased, a part of pleas­ing me is for her to please my slave. That neces­sit­ates that my slave allows her to please her. This of course not only involves men­tal inter­ac­tion, phys­ical prox­im­ity, but also touch. I know that my slave has her insec­ur­it­ies with her body, some stem­ming from the age dif­fer­ence between her and pet, some stem­ming from the con­tin­ued issues around her health. None of that is some­thing I can pay heed to. My slave and pet are very dif­fer­ent and I value them for who they are and do not com­pare them by what they are.

It was import­ant for me to give regain con­trol over my slave’s body in the pres­ence of pet, as to ensure that pet would be enabled and empowered to be as pleas­ing as she pos­sibly can be. I want her to study first and fore­most but a close second thought should be on how she can be the most pleas­ing pet she can pos­sibly ima­gine to the per­son she is allowed to refer to as “Miss”. I want her to under­stand how lucky she is and how much of a priv­ilege that is. I need her to under­stand how much I had to fight for that priv­ilege for her and how much she is expec­ted to fight and care for it. My slave is now in a pos­i­tion where she seems to be accept­ing enough that pet can flower to her full poten­tial.
I want my slave to receive the same extraordin­ary pleth­ora of new emo­tions and feel­ings that I am receiv­ing, large por­tions of which stem from the abil­ity to touch someone else; to touch two people at the same time.
Give a little, get a little, give a little more and receive parts of the world applies under these cir­cum­stances. We have all learned to give a little and took a little more in a week­end that turned out to be not quite what we had planned, yet bet­ter than any­thing we could have planned. In the end I always enjoy when I can prove myself right. At times the most metic­u­lously planned series of events does not keep up with a little bit of won­der, sur­prise and chaos. To put it with the words of one of the world’s finest strategists:

No battle plan ever sur­vives con­tact with the enemy. — Field Mar­shall Helmuth Carl Bern­ard von Moltke