Last week, my Italian Gym Rat came to visit me in Prague. She really enjoyed our Antwerp city trip so was more than happy to come over for two days of exploring and fucking.

She has a strong submissive kink and wanted to explore her boundaries even further. Out mutual fondest memories of the trip were:

Restaurant Facial

Our first hour in Prague ended with me cumming all over her face. I saved up for nearly a week, so the load covered her hair, face, lips, and spilled in both her eyes and nostrils. She loved it. She managed to clean it all off before we went to get some Prague sausage.

She liked the sausage

The restaurant was lit with bright lights. It looked more like a cafeteria. Even though there was nothing left on her face nor hair, she was extremely self-conscious. Naturally, I didn’t tell her everything was fine, and instead made jokes about the female waiter giving her funny looks. She got so self-conscious that she spend the whole evening trying to disappear into the wall.

Protein Shake Gratitude

I took her to my gym because I didn’t want to break my spree. She has massive tits, so I made her wear a crop-top and detail me how many men she caught staring at her. At the end of the workout, I decided to reward us both with a protein shake. The gym didn’t serve milk, so I had to settle with water. The owner proposed to throw two bananas into the blender. “Great!” I thought. Turns out, she absolutely hates bananas. She told me this at least twice, but I forgot. They give her a gag reflex.

Nevertheless, she downed the protein shake. I could see her struggle the whole time. Making small-talk to the barman, we played the covert game of “we know you hate it, don’t be ungrateful”. She told me how much she liked it and how grateful she was for my gift.

Walking on a Leash

This is where I pushed my own social freedom boundaries quite a bit. She loves wearing a collar and leash during sex. In short, I paraded her across Prague at night, on some occasions holding the leash in my hand. I never made a show of it so only a few people noticed. I recall one guy opening his eyes so wide, I thought they would fall out of his sockets. I had her wear the collar (not the leash) in Hemingway’s bar, where the server took it very professionally. Overall, a weird experience that I didn’t particularly enjoy, but definitely made me more comfortable with social pressure.

Domestic Abuse Help-Line

This is where it gets dark. Like many girls, the Italian likes to be slapped around a bit. However, this girls takes it to the extreme… She always complains how I’m not hitting her hard enough, and that I’m too gentle. That morning I had enough. I don’t know what came over me, but I fucked her particularly hard and slapped her multiple times across her right cheek. She moaned in pleasure. Yet after returning from the bathroom, her right cheek was covered with red dots from burst blood vessels. To illustrate how bad it was: her university professor slipped her a note with a domestic violence line.

She confessed how much she enjoyed it, but that she got very mixed reactions. I don’t think I’m up for it again. Hitting something so much weaker than me does not give me any sense of power at all.

All in all, I’d say this weekend uncovered parts of me I didn’t know existed. Slowly but surely I feel Game and women are changing me.