Loved & Owned

The past few weeks have been one adventure after another, and I honestly couldn't be happier. Our wedding was everything we had ever dreamed of and so much more. But before we said "I do," there was another unforgettable highlight: our bachelorette party.

Yes, we did things a little differently. Instead of celebrating separately, my (now) wife and I flew to Mallorca together with our girls for a few days. I know most couples spend their bachelor or bachelorette parties apart, but I simply can't imagine celebrating something this special without the woman I love.

After spending the evening hopping between beach bars and enjoying far too many glasses of sangria, we ended up back at our little villa. We were laughing, talking, and eventually someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. As you can probably imagine, a group of girls fueled by sunshine and several liters of sangria doesn't keep things innocent for very long.

Our friends know about the dynamic between Miss and me, although it's never really a topic of conversation. They treat me exactly the same as always. Still, when it was my turn, I bravely chose "Dare."

That turned out to be a mistake.

Within seconds, everyone agreed that I had to fetch the suitcase from our bedroom—the one containing our "travel equipment." It's essentially our portable BDSM kit, carefully packed with everything we might need while traveling.

Then came the real challenge.

Miss ordered me to take out every single item, one by one, explain what it was used for, describe how it felt, and pass it around so everyone could inspect it. With my face burning bright red, I found myself explaining what my collar means to me, what certain toys feel like, why the cane makes me tremble, how differently pain can be experienced depending on the situation, why chastity is such delicious torture, and even some wonderfully evil gadgets I had designed and 3D-printed simply to make myself suffer in creative new ways.

The girls listened with genuine curiosity while I desperately wished the floor would open beneath me. Sitting beside me, Miss couldn't stop smiling. She was clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment.

Just when I thought it was finally over after the last toy had made its rounds through the group, I realized I was very, very wrong.

The interrogation began.

Miss insisted I answer every question honestly, no matter how embarrassing it was. Story after story escaped my lips while my dignity slowly packed its bags and left the room. Whenever I hesitated, Miss happily filled in the missing details herself, sharing stories from past sessions that made me want to disappear completely.

For once, my usually cheeky mouth had absolutely nothing clever to say.

By that point, the atmosphere had become so charged that I was convinced Miss was only moments away from demonstrating the contents of the suitcase on me and creating a few brand-new stories for everyone to remember.

Thankfully, she spared me... this time.

It was an unforgettable bachelorette party, full of laughter, trust, and just the right amount of humiliation. And to this day, I'm incredibly grateful that our girls have never used their newly acquired knowledge against me.

Okay, dass Miss mir meinen KG anlegt, wenn wir ins Bett gehen, kann ich verstehen, weil ein gewisses "Risiko" vorhanden ist.

Aber wieso muss sie mich darein stecken, wenn ich doch eh schon gefesselt bin und gar keine Möglichkeit hätte, mich selbst unsittlich zu berühren?

Oder im Restaurant? Beim Einkaufen? In der Bar?

Wie gemein! Das kühle Material an meiner Pussy und der Schlüssel um ihren Hals ist soooo viel schlimmer als die Tatsache, dass ich mich nicht anfassen darf 🥵

Ein verstecktes "Vergiss nicht, wem du gehörst und in welcher Lage du dich befindest. Und wenn du heute richtig brav warst, ficke ich heute Abend vielleicht deinen Hintern. Deine Pussy ist ja versperrt".