And then Corona came

I haven’t written for some time. That was because of two things.

One, I suffered from insomnia. That’s why I even went to the doctor towards the end. And complimented my youngest out of our bed. It was just too much from the impressions during the day and the responsibility of financing this whole place. And I didn’t even know then that Corona was coming, or what it meant.

On the other hand Corona came. Every day the children at home. Landlady moved to the core hours of our work schedule. In the house at the beginning of Corona massively renovated, to have the structures for the higher density of people present. Getting up very early in the morning to tunnel the waking hours of the children. In the evening only late rest… there was not much in between.

One thing I can say: I have matured in my role as HOH. And my lady in her role as “mine”. One of mine worked like crazy in Q2 to keep existing clients and acquire new ones at the same time. My lady worked (forced, though gladly taken) at home, and caught what fell down.

We isolated ourselves. The food was brought by the delivery service (10-20 bags per week). The rest Amazon. We barely left the house. I was one of the first people to have masks. For 250Eur. 25 masks. Life went on with our set of rules. My lady got beaten every day. Was used. I got the counterparts.

Pleasure: the children came together in patchwork. While before, some of my lady’s and my children were still rejecting each other, that went away in a few weeks. Background: all child care was closed. When there were only the alternatives of being alone at home full of boredom or having the others, they learned to appreciate each other more constantly. When they were at our partners or partly alone with us, boredom broke out boundlessly. I am glad that we have a house and a landlady.

But: we were constantly exhausted. We did what you have to do. But a certain lameness had come in unnoticed.

One weekend turned the tide.

Friday: we went to the forest with friends. We had organized that. Motto: “One bullwhip length of distance is enough”. With an announcement that you wear masks. Everyone brought food. It was a picnic. Afterwards, we beat each other up. It was a great picture when my lady and a friend bullwhipped a contestant. Great photos, great videos. On the other hand, one noticed: such pictures would not have been taken in any club in the world. It worked exactly in such small environments like our forest group, which would not have existed like this before. It was cold. Everyone was wearing clothes. Even the Subbies. We noticed with pleasure that it hurts even through the clothes. And there were also traces. All in all, it was a bit of a snap, just because of the temperature. As we sat there, we saw it as a snap idea. But at the same time, everyone was happy and sent messages afterwards about how great it was and that it would have to be repeated.

Saturday / Sunday: We visited a bondage workshop. Exemplary organized. So that in case of doubt, governmental authorities came in and found out that all regulations were followed. Those who didn’t wear a mask had to keep silent. Distance was kept. On the toilet and in front of it disinfectant (one “shared” the door handle 🙂 . Existing concept with checklist. Instruction of the participants in the checklist. And so on. The course instructor had simply started mentally to look for solutions.

On the return trip on Sunday I called friends. We would now be looking for people who were looking for solutions. I partly only heard a ” say up something”. It did not matter what it was about. They all wanted to. I gave out the slogan, we wanted to have normal people in the house again. And I meant the dear S&M people. From whom we had learned that without them, our relationship would somehow diminish.

We started to organize living room parties again. With mask. With an evacuation plan in case of surprise visits by the local authorities. My lady got the permission to find a bondage partner and caught herself de facto a Subbi. We built our own messenger (matrix-based) to communicate more closely. I walked around the house partly using a headset – my less working lady and tortured her less working Subbi. Great view.

My acquisition work in Q2 bore fruit. I am simply full in Q3. I don’t know how I’m going to get the work done. And at the end of Q3 I’ll have a nice full company account – as long as I can get the work done. Which seems to work.

It’s a breathless time. You have to see how you get by. There are a lot of balls in the air and you have to keep them up. But it’s also a time that leaves room for change.

Translated with (free version)

Muggle? Nah. We prefer Hogwards.

My lady and I were thinking about a year ago, that you’d have to build up an acquaintance base of SM people. I use the word “would have to” knowingly. This was not a plan we had in mind.

After about a year now we realize that we hardly have any Muggle left in our circle of acquaintances. On the contrary, we organize SM parties right off the bat – in our house. Because people know us and we know people – and people like to come to us.

What happened?

I can only recommend the mechanism to everybody to imitate it :-). We did not do it consciously. Buuuuuut:

  • We both agreed that we had little interest “in the village” in making acquaintances.
  • For work colleagues, customers and children we had to be balanced people who take their time and do what they do well. –> We hardly had time to make acquaintances.
  • We had a high speed of life in the phases when all 6 children were with us. We kept that speed afterwards in the days when we had no children. If you are otherwise regularly energized, you just don’t stay at home on the couch when you could go to a SM party 🙂 .
  • As a result we were on the road a lot – but only in the scene. When we celebrate New Year’s Eve with a couple of friends and their children, it just comes out of the scene.
  • We played actively. We also had the scene equivalent of “sex” with others. You hung up other ladies, you gave your lady blindfolded to other men, you got your hands on other ladies. Asked those around to make sure that nobody touched the lady while you were fetching drinks. Affirmed the question, I surely had a pair of scissors with me, which I could borrow for a short time. This created communication and trust.

Meanwhile, we’re finding that we hardly live among Muggles anymore. We are currently experiencing the trustworthy environment of the magical world of Hogwards. And I hope it lasts a little bit 🙂 .

‘Muggles, Part 2′ aka “Building a social network of SM loving people III’

Good morning 🙂

Do you remember the “Muggles“-Posting? My lady and me had to choose between a birthday full of party people… and a fetish party.

We went to the birthday. We had some fear, how well we would fit in there. We had learned to not fit good in a group of normal people.

To sum it up: it went well.

At first, I stuck me and my lady to the one and only gay person ion the room. We had a nice talk with him. There were several situations, where he talked about problems in the big family… he had problems in being “special” in his big family…

… and we got the used situation of “not being able to talk about the things which we are really interested in”. We could have talked with this gay guy, some people around him, about our topics. But we felt this not fitting.

THEN we changed to an other person. A “girl” of 30-40yrs. She asked, where we both met.

I paused.

And paused.

And thinked.

She said: “Well, of course you can just make up some spontaneous story…” .

I thought “no”.

I answered “on a social network of SM-affine people”.

“Cooooooooooooooool. Wow, you’re soooo open with that. Can I ask you some questions??????”

We did not come out of those questions for two hours. The host came along “Ohhh. THAT topic. Cool”. He liked that this was talked on his party. Some time later the host came along again “Ups. Still same topic???”. And he went by.

In the beginning there was an annoying point in the questions. After some minutes we were asked “Do you have rules? Please give us one. At least one. Pleeeeeeease.” I shouted “Hei. We are in no animal park here?”

But then it continued nice!???? My ladies scarf around the neck – hiding the collar – went of in minutes. We just behaved as we do. My lady sitting below me, me giving a massage to the head… we both sitting on a terace, me on the couch, she with her head on my knees… beautiful 🙂 .

Muggles – Aka ‘Building a social environment of SM people :-) II’

Good Morning,

I would like to take up again the aspect of building an SM-shaped social environment. Last time I wrote this mid of may in the thread “Building a social environment of SM people”.

To start with, my lady and I now have the term “Muggle” for “Vanillas”. That fits better. They’re different. May be nice. May be good-looking, may do great things, may be stupid, may be arrogant. Ultimately, however, these attributes do not matter. There are Muggles somehow.

I wrote in the above article about trying to build an SM environment. I wrote about organizing a barbecue. I wrote that we used WhatsApp groups with people we went to parties with together.

What became of building of a social environment?

The barbecue took place. It was nice. Interesting. We had invited ALL participants for a barbecue through a telegram group, in which a part of the SM people of our city is networked. 15 came :-). They came in, partly curiously, whether we meant it honest, that they should now enter our door :-).

Many people knew us afterwards. And they got us known as a couple – as we had invited – and not as individuals.

Afterwards we found another group … organized over hundrets of miles, networked via a team messenger. The organizer of this group had pre-filtered well – making this team messenger a kind of social network for trusted people. You post traces of yesterday’s canings. You make an appointment for parties. WE asked in one of the channels several times, who wanted to have breakfast with us. 3x in the meantime :-).

We found nice people. By Connections, which developed thereby, we found ourselves one evening on a barbeque, which became in the course of the evening in the cellar of the inviting pair to the SM-Party :-). My lady and me went as first in the basement and came out as last. I had worked on her for the longest. When we came upstairs, three girls were standing in a circle, beaten with whips by two men circulating around them. When we went outside, people were sitting around a campfire again.

We learned: THAT is where we want to go. And: we want that for us too. We were very motivated to plan this ourselves. We surfed for furniture that you could buy. We surfed for furniture (buck?), which you might also regularly leave in the living room.


Oh well. And then an old friend of mine invited him for his birthday. We actually wanted to parallel to a scene event. “Are we going to the Muggle event?”

In advance, my lady had noticed several times that she gets in her working environment problems to talk about her life. It’s not that she can not talk around unfitting aspects. But the things that interest her most, she can hardly tell.

From my professional environment, I realize that I am only interested in one person as a person: the one client who tells me frankly that he is going to a dominatrix. The rest of my professional environment is “nice”. But they are muggles.

Finally, we decided to replace our scene event that weekend with another. We’re going to that Muggle birthday. But are also a bit uncertain, if we do not ask ourselves after 2 hours, what we do there.

It’s Muggles. It does not fit right. My lady can not just kneel in front of me. There may be people who look funny when she sits in front of the couch on the floor.

Well. We will see…

Building a social environment of SM people :-)

Hello together,

my dear lady and I have been working for some time to build a social environment of SM people 🙂. I think this more and more gets worth a few lines (and I’m curious when we’ll have enough articles together, that we have enough readers to get feedback from you 🙂).

Yesterday we were at a party. In one of the largest European SM locations. We arranged to meet two other couples. One consisted of a man and a woman who were not really a couple. They only accompanied each other this evening. The other consisted of two doms (one male, one female 🙂). With both couples we were in contact via WhatsApp before… after we got them now on other parties. And now have set up between us six a WhatsApp group. I’m happy 🙂 .

Some general thoughts: we really WANTED to be in active contact with other kinksters for months. We WANTED a social environment where my lady can wear a collar and sit under me. We WANTED to have an environment where you can party together, have fun together and discuss the evening in the morning at breakfast.

That was not so easy. We created profiles on SM / swinger networks. We wrote with couples who marked us as “Like”. We worked through emails from people who wanted to meet with us. Somehow it did not work.

We invited the SM scene of our city for a barbecue. THAT was a good approach. But the appointment is still pending.

We collected phone numbers from couples we met at parties and created WhatsApp groups with them. That helped. And so we came to last night.

All three couples knew we were at the party. All but us came too late (great).

The party started lame. In the meantime I have learned that in such cases we have to pin ourselves and start to “play”.

So when it stayed rather “lame” for a while, I applied earplugs to my lady, put her a rubber mask over her head, led her into a high room from which ceiling chain hung, tied her to it, removed corset and wrap skirt … hit her with a whip.

Next to me, the sub of the “couple” which just accompanied each other was fixed on a box and carefully beaten.

The cool thing: the couple which consisted of two doms assisted on both subs 🙂. I do not know what they did to the other lady :-), because I was too busy with my lady.

But the two brought in some other inputs. treated my lady, for example, with a nerve wheel. Stroked one side while I hit the other. while I was busy with the Big Wand at the other. Toward the end I was afraid that the Big Wand had overwhelmed my lady … she just did not come. The other two ultimately brought the crucial stimuli in parallel with my work on the Big Wand 🙂 .

The other lady was fingered and beated by them. Again, they worked hard to help her to the final orgasm 🙂. We were a great bunch of 6, hard working on torturing and caressing. Enjoying the sufferings of the passive 🙂.

At about four o’clock I had to sweep my lady out of the party location with friendly words. She did not want to leave. But I was completely exhausted.

The next morning we had breakfast at the harbor. This was great too. It was interesting, above all, that everybody wanted to party with us again. We talked a lot about our relationship model. The lady of the couple, which only “accompanied” themselves to the party announced several times interest in doing something with us – and meant expressly my lady and me.

What I want to put out here: we are happy 🙂. And we look forward to expanding that. I especially dream of having a spa weekend with another couple in a SM apartment 🙂.

We will expand the aspect of the WhatsApp groups. And I’m looking forward to the barbecue 🙂


Looking back on our history as a couple there was still the thought of having my sub used in the room in April . We had noticed that the circle of couples, who are able to go to “such” parties as a couple, ultimately sorts itsself to dear people. The thought of a scenario in which my lady is primarily “used” in a controlled environment – best for a longer period of time – didn’t let go.

She found a party.

Still a SM party, but this time with a considerable surplus of men. Expressly not presorted to have couples present. Instead, explicitly targeting the male surplus. The ladies had to appear relatively permissive. From the dress of O to nudity, all dresses were allowed. Ladies who not wanted to be used were allowed to come – but please keep the collor off. Dominant ladies had to stay outside.

This party was different from the beginning.

It started with the men and women being separated from each other at the beginning. This left the men among themselves in the main room. At the bar, on couches, etc. .

The organizers wanted the gentlemen to get to know each other in this time. But actually most of them just sat there relaxed and waited for the ladies to be shown.

There were many gentlemen. The average age was again relatively high. At least above ours. For the first time in years I had a little stress before an SM party. And heart palpitations. So many men? And what if my lady was now – from mixture of general attractiveness and low age – one of the most desired “targets”?

The organizer came in and opened. He explained the rules of the SSC to the men and presented with high conscientiousness how it would go among SM-people.

He explained to the gentlemen the function of the disinfectants standing around. He asked them to disinfect their hands after playing with a lady. Under no circumstances should they grab into one lady first and then into the next without disinfection (hope that Trump did this, too).

Uhoh. That had to be explained? SSC had to be explained?

The ladies were led in. All with hooded cloaks over their clothes. Some naked, some with corsets and skirts, some in O dress.

The ladies were placed in a circle, while the men watched from armchairs, couches, or a gallery. The organizer then went in a circle, opened the knots of the capes and gave them to the ladies in their hands. When all the knots were open, they dropped the capes at his request.

The ladies were then left standing for a while. They were asked to turn the front out so that they could be watched. They were led to their masters. These again let them kneel down, locked them in cages, etc. . Several times 5-10 women were led in this way, 4-5 times in a row.

It became very obvious that at least the couples present – and thus also their male parts – had much more experience than that one had to explain the basics of the SSC.

(Did I already mention that my lady suggested right at the beginning that one should rather agree on RACK than on SSC? -> we orientate ourselves on RACK)

When my lady unveiled her hooded cape, she was standing there beautifully. Youthful. Her gaze lowered. In the dress of O. With underbust corset. With a transparent cloth around her neck and over her breasts. Wrist cuffs secured with cable ties. Collar.

When she was brought to me, I removed the cloth over her breasts. I put a blindfold on her. I tied her hands and let her kneel on a pillow that was ready. While she was kneeling I watched from a gallery – together with other men – the unveiling of the other women.

Until then I had not exchanged words with anyone. Most of the other men were silent as well. To communicate finally with someone I shared a few thoughts on the gallery with a man of my age. I joked that I would be afraid of theoretically having a big choice tonight… but in practice I might not feel calm and would perhaps not really move away from my lady the whole evening.

He whispered back: “Yep. But in case of doubt it’s very easy: if it gets too hard, you take off her collar and place her on a couch.”

OK. The thought was worth keeping in mind…

The organizer asked all men to introduce his lady to other men. To show them around. To talk to each other.

I did, as requested, removed my lady’s blindfold, put on her collar, began to lead her.

After about 2 minutes I stopped that. The others didn’t actually go around either. They went quickly into the game.

So I fastened a chain to a ceiling hook next to armchairs and couches in the main room, fastened her hands above her head, blindfolded her, placed ear plugs.

The wolves already surrounded us.

An older gentleman in a tux asked if he could touch her. I affirmed – and it started. I watched the scene.

My lady was grabbed everywhere. At the breasts. Between the legs. The gentleman rubbed his limb – through the closed suit on her. His noises were such that I thought he had penetrated her. But the angle was not right. So he was obviously only strongly aroused.

I began to notice that the flowing O-dress would keep me from seeing what the gentlemen were doing exactly in my lady’s pubic area all evening. That was not ideal.

Likewise the underbust corset was pretty – but left the breasts free. They were sucked, they were kneaded, they were pinched. Was that what I wanted? And what about the two-year-old who wanted to drink from the breasts?

Soon afterwards the first one penetrated her. I had been only a few meters away at the bar and had got myself a drink – he had already penetrated when I was back. I pointed out in amazement that I hadn’t seen him put on a condom, if there was one on it? He withdrew briefly. I saw the condom. I smiled, said “attack”, he grinned and it went on.

There were many men in the course of the evening. I don’t know how many. My lady hung with her hands up on the ceiling hook and was allowed to feel how one after the other penetrated her. She simply couldn’t control anything. There were sometimes 2-3 men parallel to her. They left her head free despite the fact that I had not marked it for that.

In the course of the evening I took sometime disinfectant and cleaned the breasts. I noticed that it was important to fix the hands securely at the top – so nobody could loosen the hands to lead them into his intimate area. And because the hands were fixed at the top, the mouth was safe from someone coming up with the idea of leading it into his intimate area.

By the mechanically secure fixation of my lady also the situation was fixed in a controlled way. One could reach the pubic area and breasts. And that was all.

For me, the picture with the many men was slightly disturbing. But it was also clear to me that my lady was in the highest heaven. She knew that I was taking care of her. I also went to her several times and briefly stroked her face in a way that made it clear to her that this was me. The men respectfully went back for a moment in those moments or paused. My lady obviously always felt this to be a short safety time. Then it went on.

As feared, I did not get to look around for other ladies. I had also not the slightest desire on it. I simply had a more important task.

After about 1,5 – 2 hours I stopped the situation. The most important reason for me was that my tension level was too constantly high. Also from the mouth of my lady came words, which were rather stammered and quiet. I noticed that in one situation I couldn’t really define, if there had just been a “help”. This would have been against all party codes. “Mayday”, “red”, … would be what she would have had to say if she really wanted to stop. But the fact that she could barely talk was a little too much of a good thing.

It was actually enough. And who even said that her hands weren’t slowly numb? My lady had been hanging in her fixation for a really long time now. The hands had been cold for a while. That I could see under the dress of the O only limited whether the gentlemen really used condoms, had increased in the long run also my stress level.

The party was about fun… and it was time to end this 😷 .

I took her off, led her – still deaf and blind – in front of an armchair. Let her kneel. Got me a drink. Removed blindfold and earplugs. Let her put her head on my knees while I sat in the armchair. Slowly she returned to the real world.

My lady was happy. She was – from her point of view – “mine”. She had been “mine” because I had the power to make her available to others and to controlled the situation. She had had a dream fulfilled that she had had since her puberty.

The master I had spoken to at the beginning asked if he and his wife could sit down. I was happy. I joked that it would be great to end the evening the way it started.

We got into conversation with the couple. The gentlemen on the couch, the ladies kneeling on the floor 😘 . It was nice.

We have learned from the evening that we reached our borders. It was a beautiful evening. Once again we grew even closer together. But the previous “higher, faster, further”, which we had operated with regard to “third-party use”, can now be reconsidered.

In retrospect, it also got clear to me that my lady would first be given a spiral in her vagina before we visit such an event next time. It was reassuring how experienced most of the men were. With a mixture of social control and self-protection of the men, my lady was left in one piece. Nobody knocked her up. But with spiral the situation is simply more controlled than without.

On the way back from the party I realized that we now know the whole range of possible events in terms of the intensity of parties. And that now that the extremes are known, we should consciously reach into the middle of this range.

My lady had been very frustrated shortly before (two days) about how little time we have as a couple. After this party she shone again immediately. The special shine in hear face lasted for days.

Use – Second try

My lady found a party a few weeks ago that looked like we should visit it. It was this weekend. The organizers were planning a kind of swingers party that already had the word rape in its name – but then changed the concept towards a SM party.

It was about the ladies being used. There was a certain surplus of men, which remained however small. It was an SM party. There was a duty to give away the own lady.

When my lady suggested this to me, I was a little astonished. It was again clear to me that I would have problems passing on my lady. But it was also clear to me again that I wanted to do this.

Did she really want to go “there”? She wanted.


The party went over two evenings. The first evening focused on “getting together”, the second on “using”. My lady rented us an SM apartment near the location for the whole weekend.

First of all we were enthusiastic about the apartment. Of course we paid 120€/night for the apartment. But in contrast to the apartment at the beginning of December, this apartment did not only have empty refrigerators. There was coffee, apple spritzer, tea, water, biscuits. We could unpack our things and start a wellness weekend 😇 .

Most beautiful I found

  • the hook on the ceiling, which ended in a small motor crane
  • the bed under which there was a cage.

The latter was used a lot this weekend. I was lying in bed, my lady lying in a locked dungeon under me. From time to time I stroked her. She slept a lot. I slept a lot.

The party went differently than planned. Also this party tended to be “innocent”.

In detail:

  • There was again the pattern that the couples present were rather pre-sorted to function well as a couple.
  • There were very few couples present.
  • There were hardly any lone masters.

I packed my lady at the beginning. Wrist cuffs, secured with cable ties. Blindfold. Earplugs. Hands tied behind the back. A leash latched into the collar.

I went with her to the bar right after the opening of the party. I wanted to “trade” well. I wanted to get hold of a good play partner as well as a good play partner for my lady.

The reality:

  • The first lady I asked what I could do with her told me to ask her boyfriend. He, on the other hand, could not be found. When I found him, he told me that his lady was not being played with. Great.
  • With the second gentleman I spoke to, I was only apparently quick to agree on a deal. It turned out that he had it in mind that I had sex with his lady (in which I had no interest) and his lady played with mine (which was too risky for me because of her dislike of women). So it didn’t fit at all.
  • The third couple I came into contact with I suspected that the “female” was a transvestite. That slowed me down considerably. And proved to be correct afterwards. Somehow it was no fun.
  • The sub of the organizer was somehow too experienced to me. I didn’t want to play with her.
  • A few ladies were too old to me.

I know. One could summarize above with “Mimimimimi” 🙈 .

My lady was played quite continuously during that time. She remained blind and tied up for the next few hours. She bushed out from the first inexperienced lone master – from a situation in which she had actually gotten her hands fixed to a bar above her head. After that the hands were permanently secured with several carabiners. This worked.

She was worked on for hours in this and that way. More like beating, fingering, kneading. Nobody penetrated her.

The environment was rather family. People knew each other from the evening before. At the beginning I was continuously with her. Slowly but surely the control intervals increased. For the later part of the party I was chatting in the smoking room. My lady was worked on to the senselessness 🙃 .

It was a beautiful evening.

But in the end all participants were all normal people. In particular, they were people who were pre-sorted to a certain sense of responsibility by being able to have an S&M relationship that allowed them to appear there as a couple.

We noticed afterwards again that the party was too innocent for us.

Of course we asked ourselves where this would end? We asked ourselves, what kind of parties would suit us better?

These questions actually didn’t get serious answers until the Easter weekend.

Use – First try

This weekend we started an interesting attempt. We went to a party, which was organized relatively strict according to the principle “Maledom-Femsub”. There were rules for the subs. They were not allowed to speak without being asked, had to wear collars, did not use the couches, etc. . Their tendencies or what was allowed to other gentlemen were noted down in advance on special slips of paper. These were hung up.

It had to be expected that the gentlemen would “exchange” the woman among each other. The ladies had to expect that what was written on the notes would happen. All gentlemen had to expect that other gentlemen wanted to take the own lady with them after looking at the slips of paper.

I felt unsure. I did not want to share my lady. I found it rather “unhygienic” to share her for sexual intercourse.

I could not really imagine this. But: I wanted to do it. Just to get me and her used to it. Of course you have to say clearly that she was rather looking forward to it. I had to get used to it. I wanted to get used to it.

The evening went completely different 🙂 .

Let’s think again: what happens when about 30 couples consisting of Maledom and Femsub come to a party location? What do couples do who tend to be pre-sorted so that the men “take care” of their wives and the wives are compatible?

-> Mr A played with his sub a. Mr B with his b. Mr C with his c.

I expected to have to pay attention to whom I give my lady and with whom I can “exchange”. I got the situation to play with my lady while the gentlemen were playing around with theirs.

That was not thought to stay like that.

So I put the papers of my lady into her corset. I tied her tied hands to a chain above her. She had her eyes blindfolded. I organized someone who took care of her for a moment… and got me a beer (of course one with low alcohol content 🙈 ).

Then I sat down on a staircase nearby and waited.

What happened? Mr B continued to play with b. Mr C with c. Two friends passed by and stroked a little my lady. And went again. My lady hung around.

In retrospect it succeeded to break the pattern a little. I “changed” with someone who had a young Italian woman with her. I only noticed late that she did not understand what I told her in my language. But the situation was beautiful. The one who had the Italian in tow was working on my lady… who was tensed over a buck. At that time she was so enraptured that she hardly reacted to blows. I had to point out to the gentleman several times that she would feel something – and checked nevertheless a few times for safety’s sake whether she was at all conscious 🙃 .

So in retrospect there was a situation where we “swapped” the partners. But somehow I had imagined it differently beforehand.

I never thought I’d say that – but this party was very innocent. We noticed that it was rather too innocent for us as a couple. And browsed the party calendars for opportunities on the next child-free weekends…