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!
