Her Owner

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