BDSM
05 Mar 2018


In the early 80’s I was employed by a Norwegian firm and travelled frequently to Amsterdam and Rotterdam. My usual stay was about three days, with equipment inspections in the mornings and reports prepared and submitted in the afternoon. The work load was bearable and I spent much time in wandering the streets of these cities. On a May morning I was drinking a coffee in a small “brown cafe” or local bar, I fell in conversation with a very talkative Dutch lady about 40 years of age. I was around 28 years old at the time and very much flattered by the attention she gave me. She was a typical Dutch lady, blonde, tall, blue eyes and multilingual. We spoke for over two hours and agreed to attend an outdoor concert that evening.

After the concert, we again entered a “brown cafe” and discussed our tastes in food, music, art, literature and sex. Saski freely admitted being bisexual and very much attracted to younger men such as myself. After several beers she asked if I would like to go back to her apartment/studio.

At her apartment I learned many things about Saski. She was bisexual and showed me photos to prove it, She was also a very dominant lady in all aspects of her sexuality. She was my introduction into the world of bondage and many other aspects of the “adult life style” as she liked to phrase it.

Over the next few months I would phone Saski each time I was in Rotterdam. Most times we would meet for a quiet meal then head to her apartment/studio. With each meeting I was more drawn to her personality but also to new sensations that I was learning about under her tutelage.

The first evening together had been a sensuous affair with her using bondage straps to attach me to an army cot in her spare room. She had teased me until I was begging for relief. Saski then mounted the bed, placed her knees on either side of my chest, demanding that I service her orally. I did as I was ordered, changing the rate and pace according to her desires. A small leather strap was being used on my inner thighs, cock and balls to keep the rhythm.

Each rendezvous with Saski evoked new and more powerful sensations in me and each session revealed Saski’s desire to breakdown all of my previous sexual taboos. I was the younger obedient male that she wished to have on her arm at art gallery functions and social events in the city.

I had been seeing Saski for a few days per month for about six months and often lay in my home in France, masturbating while thinking about our activities.

On my next trip to Rotterdam I phoned Saski as usual to try and arrange a meeting. She seemed slightly cool and occupied, but said she would phone me back to confirm or cancel. A few hours later she rang to say she was clear and would meet me at a restaurant near her apartment. Saski arrived at the restaurant in a very tantalizing black wool turtleneck with leather pants and knee length laced booths. During the meal she seemed distracted, even haughty. She excused herself several times during the meal to make telephone calls to “find out about an exhibition”. Her mood was such that I thought she was going to excuse me to go home on my own, but after two glasses of wine she became more herself.

Arriving at her apartment after the meal, she removed her woollen jumper to reveal a beautiful black leather bra that held her melon-sized breasts perfectly. She ordered me to “assume the normal position” which I knew was naked, on my knees and laying forward into a large rattan Queen’s Chair in her living room. Saski soon made my position even more submissive by attaching my wrists behind my back and using a leather and wood leg spreader to ensure that my ankles were extended as wide as possible. Leaving me attached in that manner she told me that she was going to “change into something lighter” and “I should relax and enjoy the thought of something new”.

I was left in this position for approximately 45 minutes before Saski reappeared wearing a soft black leather apron, black seamed stockings, stiletto spiked heels and little else.

“Someone will be here in a few minutes and I want you to meet them. I expect that you will act correctly and be proud of what I have taught you.”

A few minutes later I was introduced to Gerhardt, her husband who had just returned to Holland from working an extended period on a construction project in Russia. The couple celebrated their reunion with a few loving kisses and a glass of red wine prior to turning their attention to me.

As I lay bound and helpless I had time to reflect on my past meetings with Saski. I now knew what her intention had always been. On each previous occasion at Saski’s place I had been placed in new bondage positions, but always facing her television. She would put on pornographic videos then moved to another room while I watched the videos, unable to touch myself. The theme for the videos was always similar, all manner of bisexuality. The majority of the videos concerned were commercial porno flicks, produced locally. On two occasions however, the action had been filmed in the very room where I was now tied and gagged. One of the videos filmed in the room, showed Saski dressed only in a chain mail bra and high heels, reclining in her Queen’s chair while being pleasured orally by a much younger, dark skinned lady. The younger lady wore a leather slave collar complete with leash. Saski retained the leash in her left hand while holding the younger woman’s hair with her right hand. Saski spoke in Dutch to the collared girl, who was in no position to do other than she was instructed. The expression on Saski’s face showed that she was thoroughly enjoying her position of control over her partner. When the dark skinned beauty made a movement to touch herself, Saski instantly slapped the girl’s hand and returned both the girl’s hands to her own rigid nipples. After her climax Saski released the younger woman’s leash and allowed her to kneel quietly on the floor in front of her mistress. I watched with excitement, for I could now see her face, and could recognize that she was a Surinamese beauty. Her nipples each sported light gold rings and I could view a much thicker ring complete with weight bobble, suspended from the clitoral hood of her delightful shaved pubic mount.

The other video that I viewed “starring” Saski was much shorter in duration, but of an interesting theme as well. The short clip showed a much younger “Saski, laid on her Queen’s chair, this time naked. On her knees in front of Saski was a woman in her mid fifties. The older lady was fully dressed in evening attire. Standing to one side of the two ladies was an older gentleman. The gentleman also was dressed in conservative dinner clothing. I can only guess they were a couple. The gentleman stood, with only his rather large cock exposed, while his wife attended orally to Saski’s lovely ravenous cunt.

All of these memorable things flashed through my mind as I lay bound with Gerhardt and Saski speaking in Dutch. From my vulnerable position I could neither see them nor understand what they were speaking about. At first, I was sure that they were discussing me, but soon speaking was replaced by the sound of a couple making love. At first it was obviously just little phrases during foreplay, soon, however Saski’s was the sole voice to be heard as she ordered Gerhardt to “fuck me harder” in English and “plus fort” in French. Saski soon achieved a wonderful orgasm while being savaged by her very ardent husband. I do not know if she allowed Gerhardt to orgasm.

‘I am sure you understand why you were invited this evening” she explained “Gerhardt and I have been apart for a long time. I wanted to make his return pleasurable, but also I wanted the evening pleasurable for me as well. Anyways, tonight will always be an extremely memorable evening for you my dear”.

With that, Gerhardt placed a pair of leather blinders over my eyes, at the same moment I could feel Saski attaching a leather cuff around the base of my cock and balls. I could feel Gerhardt shift position and lay back in the Queen’s chair directly in front of me.

“I think we can say your “conversion” is about to begin” laughed Saski.

“I am going to remove your gag now. I want your mouth available for Gerhardt” she stated firmly, releasing the face harness of the ball gag. The ball gag was soon replaced by her fingers probing in my mouth; the odour of her fingers was divine. Saski sternly grabbed the back of my neck and guided my mouth towards her husband’s cock. Gerhardt then took control and commenced fucking my mouth in a vigorous manner. My own cock was rigid. Saski was tugging sharply at the strap attached to my cock. By this means she was able to express satisfaction or disapproval with the quality of my cock sucking. Gerhardt slowed his movements slightly while releasing my wrist cuffs. This was a great comfort and I was now able to stroke the full length of Gerhardt’s huge shaft while caressing his large balls with my other hand. My sexual excitement was now at an apex. I had crossed a sexual frontier and could not look back. All sensations now seemed amplified and my only thoughts were of pleasuring this unusual Dutch couple.

Gerhardt was now writhing with pleasure and I knew that he was near to climax, I stroked his cock as if it was my own. As Gerhardt exploded in my mouth I felt a searing sensation and knew that Saski had invaded my anus with a cock-shaped object. I immediately felt a wave of humiliation rolled over me. My mouth was full of Gerhardt’s cum and my back passage was being violated in a most rude manner.

My own cock was now rigid, with my right hand I commenced masturbating, and stroking my own cock as Saski worked the dildo still further into my asshole. Saski had introduced me to this type of stimulation some months earlier but was now working the object with greater vigour than on previous occasions.

Saski suddenly spoke to Gerhardt in Dutch. I did not understand the command but Gerhardt shifted position obediently and offered his open mouth just centimetres from my throbbing member. I did not hesitate a nano-second before allowing his mouth to encircle my cock. With Saski’s dildo prodding my back passage and Gerhardt working my cock orally I was unable to endure further and exploded in one of the most electric orgasms of my life.


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