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This report is as much travelogue as it is about C.P. sessions.  But there are some hot sessions.  And it's all true!  Plus it's illustrated with 4 hot photos (and one not-so-hot!) which is why it takes a while to download.

Three have fun in Amsterdam

By Steve W.  June '99

Whatever you say about the cost - and a lot of guys have a lot to say about the cost - the Black Tulip hotel in Amsterdam is a must for guys into SM fun. Yes, it's very expensive compared to others but it offers the perfect synergy of style, sleaze and luxury. Every room is equipped with an array of SM and bondage equipment, always including a sling. Even the bathroom in our room was equipped for water-sports!  Check it out at www.blacktulip.nl.

Anyway, the plan was to meet Jim at the hotel at 11:30 on Wednesday morning (8th June 1999). Just as I was hauling myself out of the pit at some dreadfully early time of the morning the phone rang. Jim saying he'd missed his flight from France and would not be there until about 13:30. This kind of ruined some complicated plans we had for lunch but a late lunch would be OK.

I got my stuff together - very tight worn denim jeans and a black tee-shirt with the rainbow flag across the front (well, it always pays to advertise and I did get a seat on the aircraft in a row all to myself!). Checked that I had packed everything - Lochgelly XH Tawse, Borstal Strap, Flogger, Cat, Horse-whip and a Fraternity Paddle. (I was travelling light!) Shove my bag in the car and drive the hour to the airport to check in an hour before takeoff. Go and get breakfast - wonder why mine is twice the size as all the others and then remember which tee-shirt I'm wearing. Then it's all aboard and off we go to Schipol. Absolutely clear sky so sat gazing at the map below us, ignoring the horrible airline snack but sipping luke warm "coffee". Land at Schipol 20 mins ahead of time and through immigration - no problems with my toys - and onto the train where an elderly couple from Ohio spot my rainbow tee shirt which also says "Washington DC" and ask if I'm from America and we have a pleasant chat and they are unfazed when I answer their questions about the rainbow truthfully. I find Amsterdam has that effect on people. Its totally laid back attitude soaks into visitors within seconds of arrival. Anyway, I suggest to them, as they are only doing an overnight, not to take the guided tour they were thinking of at 50 guilders but to do a short canal trip and then just wander around.

I arrived at the hotel (literally five mins stroll from Centraal Station) at precisely 11:22. (Sorry, I can't help it, my dad's a watchmaker!) Get checked in to room 31 which is pretty spectacular. Overlooks the canal and all that but the best view was of all the play equipment. The sling is above the bed, tied up out of the way. The bed seems to be covered in a huge leather sheet (it turns out to be plastic - but convincing plastic). There is a "flogging bench" in the room as well as a multi-purpose chair, recliner and bondage/punishment bench. Every home should have one! Oh, by the way, when you check in they give you a set of leather wrist and ankle restraints - I needn't have packed my own!

What to do? I had two hours at least to wait until Jim arrived and he would probably be needing lunch so no point in eating. I decided to wander down to the Downtown Coffee Bar, which I really like. Also I'd forgotten to buy a European/British plug adaptor so I needed to go and find one for my shavers (one for the face, one for the other bits!). Changed into a black "DC Eagle" tee-shirt and some old once-black rugby shorts, grabbed my camera - I don't care about looking like a tourist - and sauntered off in search of adaptor and coffee. On the way to Downtown I found a shop which sells only mens' underwear. I'd been looking in the UK for a particular style made my Hom, without success. Strolled in and there was a whole shelf of the damn things. Bought two (thongs) one black, one navy blue. Now I had a bag I doubled back a few yards to an electrical store I'd passed and got ripped off for the adaptor I needed. Popped it in the bag then doubled back again, past the underwear shop to Downtown which has not changed since I was last there five years ago. Ordered coffee, sat and watched the world (at least 90% gay) passing by. By now it was close to 13:00 so I needed to set off for the hotel. It wouldn't do not to be there when Jim arrived. On the way I met the couple from Ohio again!  They thanked me for warning them off the expensive guided tour. Arrived back at the hotel, having got slightly lost, five minutes late but no sign of Jim.

I was very hot and sticky by now and considered taking a shower to cool off. Having stripped off I changed my mind and decided instead to take a can of Heineken out of the fridge. Slumping on the bed, the feel of what at first I thought was leather gave me an idea and I put on the leather kit that I'd brought with me - a singlet and a pair of very tight and short pop-sided shorts. I find very thin leather to be very cooling - also it would be an appropriate mode of dress for when Jim arrived.

Which he did shortly after 14:00, just as I was getting really bored reading the BBC Teletext.  And, yes, he was impressed by the kit I was wearing - as was the hotel proprietor!  We had tickets to the Concertgebouw (said to have the finest acoustic in the world) that evening for 20:15 so we had a hard time deciding whether to eat first or after. Decided to eat first and booked a table for 18:00. Then we strolled down to Downtown to get a snack. These were so huge that, getting back to the hotel we re-booked the table for after the concert.

Back at the hotel I decided to have a shave (arse, balls, etc.) and a shower while Jim unpacked and got his things sorted out. These included an Irish "Priest" Strap, a small cat and a heavy looking leather strap with holes and a wooden handle. There was also a strap made of a strip of rubber and a strip of clear PVC bonded at the handle end only. I'd experienced this strap (and the Irish Strap) before. Between us, we'd put together quite an armory! It seemed a shame not to put it to good use.

I wasn't really in the right frame of mind for a session but it was clear that Jim wanted to try me on the flogging bench. Being very short I wasn't too sure I would fit on it OK, but I suspected I would have little choice in the matter. So we tried it out. There were three straps holding each leg in place at the ankle, knee and thigh (though we didn't see the knee straps at first) and straps to hold the wrists and biceps in place. There was also a wide strap to protect the kidneys and lower back. The whole thing had been very carefully thought out and I did seem to fit it except that it was a little wide for me and was digging onto the inside of my upper arms. But at first it was quite comfortable and it was a strange feeling (for me) to be so completely immobilised. I couldn't move at all. I'm not much into bondage per se so I was quite surprised that I started to get hard before anything further happened!

I don't know what implements were used on my arse because I couldn't see a thing except the floor. I think the first one was the heavy strap with the holes in. It certainly felt heavy. After a dozen strokes with that Jim changed implement for another dozen and so on. I'd lost my hard-on after the first stroke but it came back when Jim started to gently stroke my back with the flogger. Even more so when the flogger was used properly across my back and also to keep my arse well warmed up. I guessed we played like this for about an hour, during which I got fucked too.

It became necessary to release my arms which were going numb. It was still impossible to move though, even when I was told to "count six". When I'm told to count them, I know the swats are going to be challenging - they were! When I was told to "count twelve" I got a bit worried but, hell, this was what I was here for! I think the twelve were with my Lochgelly Tawse. They probably were as Jim knows I don't like Tawses much (he's so thoughtful!). I very nearly lost the plot around seven and had to think very hard before counting the stroke, reassuring myself that there must be only five more to go. The next four were not quite so heavy and I remember being slightly dissappointed - not like Jim to pull his punches. I needn't have worried, any effort spared on those four was put into the final stroke, which I not only counted but cursed, vehemently and out loud. I'd reached my current limit at that point. I was hot and sweaty and breathless and hurting. And in ecstasy! I spent the time while Jim was un-buckling all the straps in floating gently back down to earth.

Quick change and off to the concert - which was absolutely brilliant. The meal afterwards at the Keyzer next door (Scallops to start, then "rack of lamb" which turned out to be eight huge lamb chops in a heap!) was also pretty neat.  Then got the last tram back to Centraal Station and a short walk back to the hotel. By which time we were knackered so we didn't play before hitting the sack.

Fairly late to rise next morning (Black Tulip starts breakfast at 10:00 - very civilised). I do love that part of the day where I get spanked and then fucked before I've fully woken up. Sometime I wish it would go on all day. But we had people to meet up with and I was on a mission to buy as much coffee as I could reasonably take home with me. So, climb into (even more faded) black Rugby shorts and the"DC Eagle" tee-shirt (which I would not wear on the streets in the UK!); brekky at about half ten, then off to the supermarket to get my goodies and then to Nieuwmarkt to meet Gerry. Gerry is a mutual friend who moved to live in Amsterdam a couple of months ago. Wandered around trying to find a place for lunch and then off on the tram to Rob's shop. Last time I was in Rob it was an Alladin's cave of leather and fetish gear so I was really disappointed to find the store almost bereft of interesting stock. I guess because they're about to open a new store in the heart of the gay centre. Anyway, I tried out some tit-clamps and decided to buy them - not quite as fierce as my clamps at home so hopefully I'll be able to keep them on longer.

Decided to check out another leather/fetish store back in the city centre so left Gerry outside Rob - we were heading in opposite directions. Back in Warmoesstraat we passed the new Rob shop being refurbished; shame it wasn't open yet - and soon found "Mr B Leather" which, if ever you are in Amsterdam, you must not miss. It's brilliant! A huge range of stock on display and it all looked to be pretty good quality. Some of the prices were OK but some were, I thought, extortion exemplified. The whole atmosphere of the store was greatly added to by the fact that a really drop-dead gorgeous hunk was being fitted out for full leather kit and thus spent a good deal of the time standing there in just his jock-strap in between trying various items on. Lovely!  I wonder if he had anything to do with the straight couple who breezed in briefly, woman first, towing husband!  Bear in mind that the whole interior of the shop is visible from the street - I told you Amsterdam is laid back.

Whilst ogling the hunk I spotted some camo tee shirts in a corner of the shop. I'd wanted one for a long time and I usually buy a "souvenir" tee-shirt or pair of shorts in each city I stay. Looking closely I was a bit disappointed to discover they were actually see-thru. Camp camo! Then I remembered I had a matching pair of shorts at home. Deciding that the ensemble might go down rather well at The Club (see other reports) I just had to buy. I asked if it was OK to try one on. Silly question really in view of the almost naked hunk standing next to the shop assistant! "Sure, fine." So I tugged my shirt off and clambered into the camp camo. It fitted snugly but when I saw the price of 99 Guilders (about GBP 27.00, USD 40.00) I decided it was too expensive, put it back on its hanger, put my own tee-shirt back on and trotted down the short flight of stairs to find Jim, who was perusing some crops, paddles, whips etc.  The way you do.

"What do you think of this", holding out a fairly heavy crop for me to survey. I pronounced that it seemed allright. "Well, - I have to try before I buy! Bend over boy." Somewhat to my surprise I did so, grabbing my legs just below the knees, and received six strokes, the last three of which were, shall I say, "with feeling". As you may know, I'm not avers to performing in front of an audience. But when that audience includes passers-by gazing in through the shop window it does add a certain frisson to the entertainment! Not something you could do outside Amsterdam, I suspect. "OK, I'll buy that one. Now how about this?" I assumed the position again and received another six strokes from a wide and fairly heavy leather strap. This time they were all with feeling and I was really beginning to enjoy myself and started to get a hard-on! "How was that?" "Good!", I said. "OK, I'll buy that one too - and maybe a paddle." There was quite an array of assorted shapes and sizes of paddle on display. Mostly wooden but one or two clear plastic ones too. It took Jim a few seconds to choose a fairly lightweight (well, it looked lightweight anyway!) wooden black-painted paddle.

By now my cock was rock hard and I was becoming embarrassed by it (something we Brits do exceptionally well!) so I was kind of grateful to bend down again when it would not be so noticeable. Paddles can be very deceptive- their look often gives no clue as to how they'll feel. This one was no exception and proved to be a real stinger. Again the final three swats were delivered with some force and the last one itself was a real challenge. No bad thing - my hard-on instantly disappeared! (Sometimes, the harder I'm hit the harder I get, at other times the opposite happens.) I don't recall if Jim bought the paddle as well as the crop and the strap - I'd nipped upstairs having realised that I would never forgive myself if I didn't buy the camp camo tee-shirt! (I wore it, and my matching shorts, at The Club the following Saturday - it was an instant hit, if you catch my drift!)

Back to the hotel to wait for Steve (a relatively novice, and very good, Top from London) who would be arriving about 17:00. I took the opportunity to take a shower and shave, a fairly laborious business as I also needed to shave my arse, balls etc. and (under standing instructions from a Master in London) my arm-pits. Writing this almost a month after the event, I don't remember if we played using the flogging bench again. We probably did, maybe just briefly. Then Jim dozed off on the bed, by which time I'd got "dressed" in my little leather shorts and singlet again. The room was oppressively hot and I do find thin leather cool to wear - well that's my excuse anyway! The phone rang to say that Steve was in reception. I thought it probably best to leave Jim sleeping so I grabbed my key and went downstairs to greet Steve, without bothering to change. I was beginning to get the hang of this place.

Steve had only been in the hotel a couple of minutes but he'd already fallen for the place! We chatted in reception for about half an hour, helping ourselves to beers from the huge fridge. Then we trudged up the stairs to see if Jim was awake yet.

Jim was not only awake but ready to play! As was Steve. Within just a few minutes, and without bothering to strip me they were  attaching me to the other major bit of kit in the room, the multi-purpose bondage chair. - a sort of recliner chair, covered in leather (of course!) which could be flipped over to form a large, curved horse or bench. To my surprise it was a lot less comfortable than the flogging bench, especially on the legs as they tended to be held very straight. It wasn't long before I was complaining of cramp in my calves so we had to switch to the flogging bench again. (They're very kind that way!) Skin-tight, thin leather does not offer very much protection but nevertheless I was glad I was still wearing the shorts. I have found that, when two Tops are working together, there seems to be a certain competitiveness entering into proceedings. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, but the beating was much harder than I was expecting. Initially Jim and Steve alternated and then after a while, and a wide range of implements, they decided to both work on me at once, one standing each side of the bench. They didn't really have quite enough room and several strokes landed awkwardly so they went back to alternating, first Jim, then Steve. It was all much more relentless than having just one Top working. I guess we carried on like this for about an hour but it seemed a much shorter time than that to me. Then a joint decision was taken to have an early dinner and then come back to the hotel to play some more before Steve had to go and meet a mate at 22:00.

We ate in "Gerard", a gay run restaurant on the opposite side of the canal to the hotel. Absolutely excellent food and very friendly. Quite pricey for Holland though, but still a great deal less than you'd have to pay for food that good in the UK.

Back to the hotel where at least this time I was to get naked before being strapped onto the flogging bench again. I guess we played for a couple of hours and I was allowed the occasional break. Jim wanted some video footage to make animations so we spent a little time getting the sort of sequences he needed. And I wanted some stills so Steve used my camera to take some for me. By the time we finished at about 21:45 I was really quite sore. Even my back felt quite sore for an hour or so; a result of a pretty heavy flogging towards the end of the session. Steve discovered that he likes to flog almost as much as Jim does so I suppose I got a double dose of that too!

After Steve had left we got ourselves sorted out and began to pack things away. I didn't pack my implements as I was hoping for a bit more fun later. As it happened we were really both too tired to play but I did get fucked again before we put the light out! Next morning we were up early as we'd booked a taxi to pick us up at 09:00 for our respective 11:00 flights to the U.S. and London Stanstead. When I got home I went straight to bed and slept until my partner came home at about 19:30. Two nights or one and half days just wasn't long enough to see anything of the city.

My thanks to Jim for making the trip a whole load of fun (cultural, gastronomic and sadomasochistic). And to Steve for his part in the latter two activities.

Next time I shall do a very long weekend. Don't know who with just yet, but it will be at the Black Tulip! What did I say at the top? "Sleaze and style with luxury" . The Black Tulip had stamped its mark on the whole Amsterdam trip!

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