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Weekend fun with Martin
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From: [email protected] (Martin Prime)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Weekend fun
I thought I would try and post this message to alt.sex.bondage via the
berkeley gateway. My site does not recieve the news group, so if
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mail me direct at [email protected]
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So what was "Our Martin" up to last weekend ? Well, I found events
rather "interesting" and decided to write an account.
I was attending a meeting in Brussels on Friday and had planned to go to
Antwerp aftrewards to stay with a email friend called Leon. Then on to
Amsterdam to spend some time with FJ!! - a rather well known poster to
soc.motss.
Brian my ... (well, slave is not quite the correct term) came along for
the trip. He is always a top/master, but for some reason with me he is
a bottom. ;^}
The plan was that I would do a public scene with him in the basement of
the Argos in Amsterdam. We were also going to The Boots in Antwerp to see
if we could do something there as well.
After a pleasant meal with Leon and his lover we got ready to go to the
Boots. I put on a one-piece leather motor-cycle suit plus DM's and tight
black gloves. Brian put on a leather slave harness, he put some clothes
over the top of all the gear and so we could walk there without frightening
the horses.
At this stage, because Brian had been walking round Brussels all day he
was rather tired, I realised that I would not be able to do much to him
and would have to find a new candidate for my attentions.
The Boots has a main bar floor and upstairs there is a complete floor
dedicated as a dark room. It was an amazing space. Features included an
area with a couple of slings for fisting; a St. Georges cross for whipping;
baths, showers and toilets for brown and yellow fans. The rest of the
floor was set up as a maze of partitions for other fun and games.
There was not as much leather as I had expected but there were a few people
with nothing on at all. This was quite fun. We went on a Friday so the place
was not as full as it would have been on a Saturday.
I set off in search of a back to whip! I had a cane in one hand as I
walked around the area to find my "fresh meat". Why did everyone flee
in terror? I was trying NOT to be THAT intimidating. ;^}
I walked up to a guy on a sling surrounded by four others who were lightly
working him over, pinching his nipples, etc. I walked up and placed a black
gloved hand on his chest. Immediately all the other hands were removed. They
all watched to see what I would do. I working him over a bit, using the cane
on his stomach and hitting his tits and pushing my gloved fingers down his
throat. Nothing particularly heavy, but it seemed more than enough for him.
As it was not heavy enough for me I went to find someone built of sterner
stuff.
There was one guy hovering around me in just a white T-shirt. I went
over to him and touched his nipples lightly, he said something and I asking
to repeat it in English and he said not so hard! I had not even started!
I patted him on the head and walked away, Brian said he looked totally
crest fallen when I walked away and left him;^}
The guy I worked over earlier then spread himself on the cross, I thought
happily to myself that at last I would have something to play with. I hit
him twice with the cane. He look very shocked, and went away. I guess I
should have tied him down first, but I was not sure he could take very much,
and that suspicion was confirmed.
At this point I thought I should just go and have a drink and forget about
any S/M at Boots. There was Argos to look forward to the next day. I talked
to Brian about it all and he said that if someone really wanted to be hit
they would find me, I would not have to go and look. He told me that I was
quite a rare object on the scene and the people who wanted what I could do
to them would come to me like moths round a flame. I was not convinced but
decided I would wait to see what happened at our next port of call - Argos in
Amsterdam. Anyway I told him that if I could not find anyone else I could
always beat him, and his eyes lit up!
So after spending some more delightful time with Leon we went off to
Amsterdam to meet up with FJ!! to have some more delightful times.
Brian and I now had to decide what we would wear for the evening, not
only am I an S/M top but also a fashion queen! I think the people were
shocked that I do what I do when I look like I do, i.e. pink hair. A top
should just be in black no colour. I find this a narrow minded attidtude.
We thought Brian may have more fun as a top so he put on his military
corporal punishment clothes and I donned the one-piece leather battle suit
again.
Argos was very hot and crowded. I could tell that Brian was tired again
and so not on best form. These places all start so late and he gets
tired rather easily. I guess I rush around a little bit too much for him!
He spent most of the evening in a rather fatherly way watching me play.
Well, he has really done a great deal to make me confident in the S/M arena.
He seemed to look on in rather a proud way at what I was doing. It was also
interesting to what people reactions were to our interactions. I had no
pockets in my clothes so I had nowhere to put any money. At one point I
stopped playing with a guy and told him to wait while I got a drink. I went
to Brian and he gave me some money, I went to get the drink, came back and
gave the change to Brian. People just stared at the situation as I went back
to my play thing.
We started the evening with a drink, it also gave a chance for the moths
to be attracted in to the flame. As I moved around the bar it seemed to me
that I had four moths. One of them was a guy who had cruised me on another
occasion at the bar. Brian and I then went down to the dark room, three
of the moths followed. Brian noticed the situation and we confirmed with
each other who the targets were. I settled on the guy who I recognized
from a previous visit. I went over to him, planted my boots on his feet
and reached for his nipples. His face was a picture of absolute delight
despite the total fear in his eyes.
From this moment on it felt as if I was totally alone with him. I did not
really notice the other people in the room. Brian told me afterwards that
there were quite a few watching the show. I attacked his nipples, cock and
balls. I beat him with the cane (which Brian told me afterwards I was not
doing properly, well I will just have to train on Brian for the next event!).
My concentration was only broken when a stupid Queen grabed the cane and
pulled it away. I think it was at this point that the cane was bent and
almost split in half. It can be bent back, but it is now only a decorative
item (should mention that the cane is a 1930's silver tipped military
swagger stick). As I was moved out of my mind set I realised I was very
hot and needed a drink, I guess we had been at it for around an hour, but
I am not sure. Brian then used a tawse on him, I am not sure he was into
this as he didn't know Brian, but he took his punishment very well!
We went to get a drink, and it was only at this point that we found out
each others' names, how British ;^} He was a Dutchman called Eric. He was
in to heavy S/M at his home, but did not have any equipment himself. I
decided I would not go back with him to his place as I was having fun
doing the show.
I wandered around the bar a little and a few more moths moved in, but in the
end I took the original guy downstairs again and spent yet another hour working
him over. His tits were getting very sensitive by this stage so I started
using my teeth on them to increase the intensity. I then used the tawse on his
arse, back and cock. The guy standing next to us was smoking and I was very
tempted to take the cigarette and use it to burn my friend, but I felt that was
something I should really talk to him about before actually doing it. He got
very excited when I griped him round the throat with my leather clad hands,
so my next step was to push some fingers down his throat and twist the neck
scarf he was wearing into a tourniquet.
At that moment someone's watch beeped, this interrupted my mind again and
I could not continue.
I had not realiesed how disturbing this sort of interruption was to me. I
guess it is a problem with public scenes. I can shut most of it out but
there are just a few things which pull me back out of a scene. I realised I
was very, very hot, and had been sweating to the extent that I had dehydrated
to a very bad point, I thought I was going to be sick. We went upstairs to
get some fresh air. My friend went to the Eagle bar while I cooled off in the
street.
After a while I went back into the Argos and got another drink of water.
As I moved around I had quite a group of moths flowing with me. I went
down into the dark room again, but none of them really interested me.
After a while I saw my original friend come down the stairs looking for me.
I slid back into the shadows so he could not see me. As he moved past
me still searching I garbed him by the tits through him against the wall
and kneed him in the balls. His face was a picture of joy that he had found
me again and shock that I would do that to him.
The third session lasted for about an hour. At one point a drag queen
arrived in the dark room, dressed in red rubber and teetering on
impractically high red stilettos. It must have been difficult getting
down the typically steep Amsterdam stairs! I think Brian was wondering
how I would deal with her and whether she would disrupt my concentration
again. I was whipping his back at this point and she wanted to know if he
still had a hard on, she leaned round to look at his front. I said there
was no need to look there and dragged his cock and balls between his legs
so she could see his excitement from the back. She left at that point.
After this last set piece it was time to end the show and get some rest.
I was totally exhausted; saturated with sweat and in need of food.
What a pity this sort of scene is impossible in public in the UK.
I will just have to be happy with my private practice sessions at home!
Your Martin
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