Dispatch From the North Country

Mistress, Slave and the two dommes in training have continued our European debauch these last few days, stopping overnight in Brussels and now for a few days in Amsterdam before heading home for the new year.

By Christmas morning our ability to have some stealth wake-up sex ended, since our younger daughter was also in residence in that tiny Marais apartment, and her judgmental grunts at us suggested that our gig was up. We did enjoy a lovely Christmas day, though. The sun was out and we poked around the Luxembourg Gardens and grazed in bistros open to accommodate the tourists and Parisians who had grown tired of being cooped up with families for the holidays.

Fortunately, Mistress had booked separate hotel rooms for us in Brussels, allowing us some moments to vocalize our passion, with a little cock riding thrown in for good measure.

Ahhhhhh.

We found Brussels to me muck more open and friendly.... a gregarious party town compared to the more reserved ways of the Parisians. Our youngest introduced us to a bar she had frequented while studying here during her senior year in high school.  It may have been the best bar ever... called Delerium.  I didn't want to think what she might have gotten up to at age 18 there in the wee hours of a Brussels Saturday.  I for one was overtaken by the pleasures of a local Christmas brew.  Don't think it was named after our last President. Apparently Slave was not quite ready for a 12% alcohol content beer.

Ouch.

Our next stop was via the high speed rail to Amsterdam, a place more beautiful and vibrant than we could have imagined. Our youngest insisted on a stroll through the red light district this afternoon. It was an odd juxtaposition:  beautiful old streetscapes, steeples, canals and churches with tarty arely dressed babes standing behind street level windows hawking their "wares".  Apparently, they've discovered a new kink: most were looking bored and texting on their cell phones as the pedestrians strolled by and gaped. Is this a new form of dominance: pay be 100 euros to watch me ignore you while texting. I get that on a daily basis from my daughters, but at least they remain dressed when doing that over dinner or breakfast.

By around 4 pm we were ready for a rest, and again Mistress scored: this time by making sure we have a cute little walk up apartment with separate bedrooms on a different floor from our two cuties.

But there was one hitch: our bedroom has the only shower.

This am we woke early just for some wake-up sex. But just as slave had dipped his head under the sheets to "prime the pump", so to speak, the older daughter was knocking and sliding into the room for her morning shower!

Oops.

Wonder what she figured her dear old dad was up to.

Once the shower was on, I "returned to task", and Mistress got her little wake up cum.

But Slave had to wait until this afternoon's nap time for his own satisfaction.

Fortunately, it was worth the wait.