Good Weekend #1

Intro

Well, lets start by saying this weekend was a really enjoyable one, for me at least. But it was tainted by a sense of sadness that I still cannot shake off. But, as it was a long and involved few days I have decided to split it into two, otherwise it would be a long rather rambling post. I have decided to do the happy, superficial bit first…

The Longest Session

Well, for over 5 years anyway…I had invited Michael down from Manchester last weekend. I had, as you know, been very impressed with him online and at The Hoist. Dror announced that he was going to stay with friends on Friday and so it was going to be a long session: from his arrival on Friday afternoon until Dror’s reappearance Saturday evening. It would be reinforced by the arrival of Paul Saturday afternoon. In the evening I was going to take both to The Hoist, say farewell Sunday.

And that is pretty much what happened. I was apprehensive about such a long session. I had not done one that long in over 5 years and was more than a little worried that the rust patches would show. But I had some ideas in my head of what needed to be done, and what I ought to get Michael to do: a combination of domestic chores, leather care, bondage, cp and sex. My plan was to keep ringing the changes. Ultimately I was gearing him up for the arrival of Paul to be fucked by that nice big tool of his. As Michael is rather tight, this involved some preparation on Friday…

Also, as we went to collect Paul, Michael elected to keep his collar on and stay in role, with informal etiquette and all. We had been out briefly before to get food Friday night sans collar and he had not done too well. He is also a pampered rich kid, so walking back to my flat with all the shopping was as much as he could bear, almost as bad as him having to polish his own boots (untouched for 4 years – terribly slack). But, meeting Paul on Saturday, collar hidden by a scarf, he did very well indeed.

Then that afternoon I was able to engineer the final act before Dror returned. Again he performed well, as did Paul who can go on for hours, and I still smile now at the memory of them both. This is, I add, heightened by the bonding that took place between them ver the weekend: both in role and outside it. They had begun to trust and understand each other in role, and gang up and tease me, and bitch at each other, out of role. It was a very good thing to see: both were getting on great.

The Hoist

So, the Saturday night it was off to The Hoist. I have to confess that I was very proud that night. They looked the part, they lived the part. I could not have wished for better. Both saw a bit of action that night too, with each other and with other people. I had to go off to see the Hoist management about something and left them to their own devices: Paul in an Alpha role. I knew that when I came back they would be up to something and sure enough, there they were, Paul screwing a guy while Michael sucked him off. But, again, as soon as I arrived they stopped, came along with me unquestioningly (leaving their charge gawping and frustrated: I love the exercise of Power) and we found action elsewhere. Michael is a good cocksucker, and I granted permission for one guy to be pleasured by him and he got some good compliments for that. Always what you want to hear is that, that your bois are good at what they do, and it saves you the trouble of punishing them afterwards. I also got Michael to use his other undoubted talent, beard sucking, on Dennis, who was rather fulsome in his praise afterwards. The pair certainly impressed him, and a few other Masters who were there complimented me on their deportment, demeanour and behaviour. Well, swelled with pride how could I not look on those two bois with the dignity and respect they deserved.

Goodbye

More teasing, bonding, bitching and general nonsense on the way home, a bit more action in the morning and then off, the pair of them: Paul back home, Michael to see a prospective boyfriend (more of that in another post). Looking back on it now it was a great weekend for me and they seemed to enjoy themselves too, whilst Dror gave me the space I needed to feel more confident about the six days I need to be ‘on duty’ in Berlin in April. It just nags at me that, it was so much fun, it may also be they only time it will happen that way, but more of that in another post.

M