BDSM vacay: Ireland
It had been 2 years of cancelled plans and we were determined to escape the country and continue our international BDSM adventures. We have a long list of places we very much want to go to, Berlin being at the top, but we decided on Ireland this year.
We arrived in Dublin and stayed at a stunning hotel close to St Stephen’s Green. We spent the first days walking through the city, eating perfectly battered fish n chips, located a cocktail bar specializing in Irish Poitin (think moonshine), while gently adjusting to a new time zone.
Each morning I woke to a knock at my door. My slave entered and went about setting up breakfast on my balcony; a certain tea I had requested, fresh fruit and a treat from a nearby bakery.
Service and daily kink scenes were interspersed with tourist activities that I surprised my slave with. One morning we took two buses, a train, and a cab to wander the grounds of Ardgillan castle, explore the port town of Skerries, and dine at the stunning Potager (photos below). A Dublin highlight was high tea at the iconic Shelbourne Hotel. Each moment we spent together, our D/s dynamic grew richer, simultaneously more pronounced and more subtle. There was a consistent tempo of mutual teasing as we tested the edges of our dynamic in a foreign country with the threat and excitement of deeper play just below the surface.
When it was time to leave Dublin, we packed our bags, checked out of the hotel, and picked up a rental car which I drove across the country to the West Atlantic Way (the benefits of growing up in the UK is a short adjustment period to driving both stick shift and on the ‘wrong’ side of the road; the benefits of travelling with a Dominatrix is that I like to take control). I had booked a quaint and private cottage in a small town overlooking the Cliffs of Moher. We had fantasized about a whipping on the rocks in front of the Atlantic ocean; the weather, lack of other humans around, and the scenery did not disappoint!
We spent 4 days touring the area. During the day we visited Inis Mor and the Aran Islands, skipped across The Burren for some foot worship by the ocean, found a smokehouse and bought Nordic salmon, drank endless cups of tea while staring out at the rain lashing against the rocks. We ate at local pubs and stayed in one night while my slave cooked. I used my whip against his back with his body pressed against the French doors. I violated him with my strap-on to satisfy my lust. He brushed my hair and brought me nougat. I made him pedal a bicycle across an island in my wake. On more than one occasion I made him cry. My heart was full.
The final leg of our tour was spent back in Dublin. We visited museums, art galleries, went shopping, picked out two beautiful perfumes from a niche perfume shop (a hobby of mine) and made an appointment with a stunning blonde who was visiting from… Toronto of all places! My slave had earned it.