{"id":1754,"date":"2026-06-05T08:41:24","date_gmt":"2026-06-05T08:41:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/en\/?p=1754"},"modified":"2026-06-17T11:22:14","modified_gmt":"2026-06-17T11:22:14","slug":"winetasting-spanking-und-manners-bdsm-gran-canaria","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/en\/blog\/experiences\/winetasting-spanking-und-manners-bdsm-gran-canaria\/","title":{"rendered":"Winetasting, Spanking und Manners \u2013 BDSM Gran Canaria"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large dropshadow rounded\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/starlink\/de\/..\/..\/files\/gefesselt-in-der-kueche-1250x694.png\" alt=\"Kitchen Bondage\" class=\"wp-image-7625\" title=\"Bound in the kitchen and feeling well\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><em>This is part 4 of the story:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li class=\"has-small-font-size\"><em>Part 1 &#8211; <a href=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/en\/blog\/experiences\/bound-and-used-as-a-female-slave-in-the-desert\/\" data-type=\"post\" data-id=\"1693\">Bound and used in the desert as female slave<\/a><\/em><\/li>\n\n\n\n<li class=\"has-small-font-size\"><em>Part 2<\/em> &#8211; <em><a href=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/en\/blog\/experiences\/bdsm-airplane\/\" data-type=\"post\" data-id=\"1720\">The BDSM plane<\/a><\/em><\/li>\n\n\n\n<li class=\"has-small-font-size\"><em>Part 3<\/em> &#8211; <a href=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/en\/blog\/experiences\/become-slave\/\" data-type=\"post\" data-id=\"1736\">Arrival as slave<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:40px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-style-block wp-block-paragraph\">The living room is bigger than expected. It&#8217;s bright, quiet and has high ceilings. The stone floor provides a pleasant coolness. On the two walls in the back hang large mirrors around a beautiful dining table. There is nothing in the middle of the room or below the stairs \u2013 a void that seems to be intentional. Only two sofas are pushed to the wall. This makes the room big and empty. I stop in the middle and look around without knowing where to look. He says nothing. He&#8217;s letting me look. There are no pictures on the walls. Only the light that falls through the windows and illuminates the bright stone floor.<br>&#8220;So here,&#8221; I think. Not as a question.<br><br>Still bound, I continue to the kitchen. Here it is warmer, the cool stone floor of the living room changes to a warmer terracotta floor. This gives the kitchen a warm feeling and makes it look very inviting. It&#8217;s very big and it smells like coffee. On the stove is a small pan, in which something simmers. My gaze immediately falls on the huge wooden table. On the surface is a bowl of oranges. I don&#8217;t know why, but the oranges make this kitchen humanly warm and welcoming. Not like a backdrop, but as a place where you feel comfortable. I think he&#8217;s using this space as his central place of life here. I am standing at the table, I close my eyes and I breathe the smell of the fresh oranges. I&#8217;m settling down. I&#8217;m fine. I&#8217;m fine.<br><br>He opens the door to the back patio.<br>A fly curtain covers the door. It is magnetically glued together in the middle with small black magnets. I don&#8217;t know how to open it. He realizes my insecurity, walks past me and just goes through the curtain. It opens by itself. Great! Great! He steps outside and stops so I can look around.<br>A huge pavilion starts right at the kitchen door and covers the whole terrace in its width. The pavilion is long \u2013 eight meters, perhaps, all in brown wood. The struts on the ceiling let the sun through. Here it is really warm, not to say hot. Standing here, even if only sparsely clothed, makes me realize: I am definitely no longer in England. I&#8217;m smiling at him. He sees my joy. He explains that the wooden posts are there to tie me to it. No one can see me from outside. Everything happening inside, is hidden. Everything. The posts are at regular intervals. They are thick and stable. The stone floor is terracotta again. The pavillon is clean and well maintained. The high walls and wooden slats leave the world outside. You&#8217;re safe here. He says I&#8217;ll always be naked here, except when it should get cooler in the evening. At this time of year, however, this is rare.<br>I approach one of the posts and put my hand on it. The wood is warm and smooth. He&#8217;s behind me and he&#8217;s not saying anything. I leave my hand on the wood of the post, look up where the wood is fixed in the cross strut. Then I turn to him.<br><em>&#8220;When do we start?&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image dropshadow rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/starlink\/de\/..\/..\/files\/wartend-auf-master-1250x694.png\" alt=\"Assessment as a slave\" class=\"wp-image-7712\" title=\"I am being looked at and tested for flawlessness of my body\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">I am being tested and examined<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-style-block wp-block-paragraph\">He smiles. Not triumphant. Rather, as someone smiles who is just getting nearer to you and wants to lovingly lead you. He softly grabs my shoulders with his hands and turns me towards the kitchen door. I tap a little unnecessarily, but come to rest through his gentle touch. &#8220;First of all, I want to see what you have to offer to me.&#8221;<br>I&#8217;m pretty baffled. He&#8217;s going to check me?<br>If I&#8217;m pretty enough?<br>Or what?<br>His hand on my right shoulder slides down slowly my back. With a snap of his finger, he opens my bra and simply pulls it away. &#8220;Hello?&#8221; I think, &#8220;but that went very quick now.&#8221; He was not brutal, but remains calm and pleasant on my back with his large hand. He slowly slides down, embraces my waist from behind, continues to the side of my hips and does not stop, but continues to touch me below the knees. Then he lifts my right foot and drives his other hand over my calf and also checks the texture of my soles and toes. He performs the same procedure with my left leg and foot. I enjoy his touch and do not try to show my in other circumstances necessary reaction of indignation. I&#8217;m here to be a slave.<br>He turns me around gently. &#8220;Close your eyes!&#8221; He holds my head with his hands and lowers it a little. I think I have to go to his cock now and go slightly to my knees. But he&#8217;s holding my head up. &#8220;Shshshh,&#8221; I hear him hissing gently. He takes my bound hands and pulls them up over my head. This is a very presenting position that I must take against him now. My breasts are stretched out to him. His fingers swipe down my neck until his palms glide gently above my breasts. He drives around my breasts, down to the waist and down to the hips. &#8220;Spread your legs!&#8221;<br>I&#8217;m spreading. I feel totally exposed. Fortunately, I still wear the stockings. Still, everything can be seen. He checks my legs with his hands and pulls up between my legs from the knees. His right hand remains between them. His wrist presses exactly on my femininity. With a gentle pressure, he lifts me up on his wrist. I moan and tilt slightly forward. Straight to his body. I breathe directly on his skin, which is easily accessible to me due to his open shirt. I surrender, I&#8217;m held, I feel like a woman and desirable. I put my bound hands around his head like a hug. He&#8217;s kissing my forehead. &#8220;Never feel ashamed of your excitement,&#8221; he says calmly, leaving me standing.<br><br>I know exactly what he&#8217;s doing. He&#8217;s playing with me. He&#8217;s playing with my excitement. And he manages to do that easily. I&#8217;m totally aroused and he&#8217;s letting me alone in my arrousement.<br><br>&#8220;<em>First, set up, freshen up and eat something<\/em>&#8220;, he says.<br>&#8220;<em>You&#8217;ve had a long day.<\/em>&#8220;<br><br>I&#8217;m laughing. A little too loud, but real and a little surprising to myself. It&#8217;s all so normal and at the same time highly arousing. I think if we were to play already, I would only be aware of this on the sidelines.<br>Grounding is important to him. I think that&#8217;s nice. Even if I&#8217;m just horny now.<br><br>We go back through the kitchen into the living room. He carries my suitcase up the stairs. There is a bathroom and two bedrooms. He puts my suitcase in the guest room. We go further. His bedroom is flooded with light. I recognize ropes stretched around the bed. What are they good for?<br>He loosens my bondage ropes. \u201cTake your time for yourself, freshen up and come to the kitchen afterwards.\u201d Then he goes down the stairs. I&#8217;m alone. The first time after I was tested, tested and fully touched. For a moment I stop and just breathe. A thousand thoughts go through my head. &#8220;Should I run away?&#8221; Now I&#8217;m standing here, in underwear. An impulse automatically moves me to my suitcase. I&#8217;ll unpack, set myself up. In the shower I find everything I need: shower gels, towels, creams, a new toothbrush and sunscreen. I guess he&#8217;s thinking about everything. Even hygiene bags. Incredible! Where am I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-dropshadow rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/starlink\/de\/..\/..\/files\/woman-checking-bdsm-toys-1250x694.png\" alt=\"Female newbie slave\" class=\"wp-image-7606\" title=\"Checking the BDSM toys\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The first evening in captivity<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-block wp-block-paragraph\">During the shower I remember: I was inspected and touched. But I didn&#8217;t get a verdict. Such a naughty guy! And again, I think I can&#8217;t think that way as a sub. And quite frankly: it was cheeky, but mischievously paired with experience and loving determination. I like that very much. How do I get my judgment now? Should I just ask?<br>For me, two shelves are cleared where I spread my things out in the bathroom. I&#8217;ll be here for the next two weeks. That feels good. The house is very clean, everything shines and smells good. He, by the way, too, although I did not notice any perfume or shaving water on him. He smells like him, completely natural. And really good. I&#8217;m floating in my mind as my nose was pressed against his naked chest. Oh I&#8217;m happy!<br>In the guest room I browse my clothes. What do I wear for the evening? He&#8217;ll strip me again anyway. Maybe I&#8217;ll go down the way he looked at me. I&#8217;m unpacking new stockings. Where did my bra go? He just took it off my clothes. But where did he put it? Well, I don&#8217;t have it. But I am well equipped due to my shopping before the holiday. I have a bra that is transparent. Let&#8217;s see if he likes this.<br>I&#8217;m going down the stairs to the big living room. On the beautiful stone table, he has provided some instruments of torture in the meantime. My interest is great and my curiosity makes me examine everything. There are some bondage ropes, many dildos and especially torture instruments. From small, nasty beginner-whips to floggers and bullwhips, everything is there. I think I can take the time to check everything and take every single piece in my hand. I hear him working in the kitchen, he is cooking. That gives me time. It&#8217;s exciting what&#8217;s there. I don&#8217;t recognize many instruments. I think the horsehair whips and the paddles made of leather are very nice. Exciting, exciting, exciting\u2026 And this exites me again. What did he say? &#8220;Never be ashamed of your excitement.&#8221; That gives me a sense of freedom. I&#8217;m allowed to be a woman here, with everything that belongs to it. How nice! I want more.<br>I knock on the kitchen door and step in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image dropshadow rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/starlink\/de\/..\/..\/files\/spanked-on-kitchentable-1250x694.png\" alt=\"Spanking\" class=\"wp-image-7715\" title=\"Spanking on the kitchen table\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Wine Tasting, Table Manners and Spanking<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-block wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;m opening the wooden kitchen door. He turns around from the stove and smiles at me. &#8220;Well, are you all right?&#8221; I smile back and I say yes. &#8220;You look good. Take a seat and tell me about yourself while I prepare the food.\u201d<br>Ha! There&#8217;s my confirmation, my judgement\u2026 I am happy in silence.<br>The wooden table is already covered. There are several coverings, napkins, two knives, two forks and a spoon. This looks like a star restaurant, although it is a simple wooden table. If he knew how I usually eat! I have my coffee and my rye bun in the morning. And I always produce a mess with it. I guess that&#8217;s not gonna work here. I&#8217;m already ashamed, but I don&#8217;t let anything to be noticed. &#8220;Behave yourself, C.!&#8221; I tell myself inside.<br>To sit down, I pull the heavy chair across the floor. The sound of the chair legs above the stone floor turn him over briefly and look at me. Then he turns back to the stove. &#8220;Shit,&#8221; I think. That doesn&#8217;t start well. I have to behave. I don&#8217;t feel comfortable in my skin. Should I tell him that this is all new to me?<br>He comes along with a bottle of wine that he takes from the fridge and asks me if I want to taste a glass. I say yes and watch him skilfully uncork the bottle and pour it in my glass. I think to myself, &#8220;Why so little?&#8221; At the same time, I realize that I should try the wine. He stops and holds the bottle towards me so I can see the label. He says it&#8217;s a Sauvignon Blanc, a light white wine. Shame rises in me. I&#8217;m getting hot. I&#8217;ve never done a tasting of wine in my entire life. I don&#8217;t know how to do this.<br>He realizes my hesitation. He takes a glass of himself and fills in the same amount. He explains to me how to taste wine. He does not say that he noticed my cluelessness. He just does it without evaluating me. &#8220;First of all, you look at the color. Best against a white background. There are like deviations in the direction of green, yellow or golden. This one has a soft gold for me, but is rather transparent. Do you think so too?&#8221; &#8211; I&#8217;m thrilled and playing along. &#8220;Smell the wine without moving it. Then please smell again after you wave it. Now you can see the wine beading off the glass when it slides down. Does it smell diffrent now? What do you perceive?&#8221; He&#8217;s not evil or disappointed that I can&#8217;t do all this. It is the most natural thing in the world for him to explain everything to me. I&#8217;m going along with it and I feel good with him. Then we&#8217;ll have a sip. The wine is good for me. He explains that he perceives a light acidity, rosemary is spreading and also a sweetness can be guessed, but only very fine. He will add rosemary to the tomatoes. I try to perceive these tastes. Honestly, it\u2019s just a good white wine for me. I nod and sink into a sense of closeness to him, rather than really learning or perceiving something.<br>He fills up and lets me tell stories about myself while he keeps on cooking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-style-block wp-block-paragraph\">After a short time he serves tapas: small, fried tomatoes and homemade potato puffers or something. We&#8217;re eating. Or I try to hide that I will not suffice his manners. With my elbows on the table, I poke around in the tomatoes. And I keep telling while I eat. Unfortunately, I do this with my mouth full. I can&#8217;t stop this, even if I try hard. As soon as I say something, he puts his cutlery away and listens to me. He takes his napkin, wipes the corners of his mouth and lifts his glass: &#8220;To a fulfilling holiday!&#8221;<br>He cannot be noted that my table manners are definitely not enough. I know that myself. Do you have to be able to do that as a BDSM slave? &#8211; Somehow I think that would be nice. Why did I never learn it? That would have been doable. I take courage because I feel safe and comfortable with him. I&#8217;m addressing him to the subject. He reacts promptly. &#8220;I appreciate your openness. You don&#8217;t have to be ashamed. Then I&#8217;ll teach you all that during your vacation. So: please get up and take your clothes off completely.\u201d<br>I automatically follow what I&#8217;m told, as if I was remotely controlled. He&#8217;s binding my hands with a rope. &#8220;Get on the table.&#8221; I crawl naked between the plates and the food on the table. He quietly ties my feet together and gently pushes my back down. My butt is getting up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-style-block wp-block-paragraph\">I feel his hand on my butt. First he strokes me, then he reaches deeper into my butt flesh. It feels good, like a massage. But then the first slap follows. Not hard. He says, &#8220;Now you learn that you never have to be ashamed.&#8221; I still think, &#8220;Stupid Method,&#8221; but I&#8217;m horny like nothing.<br>First he spanks softly, then his hand slaps harder and harder onto my butt. I have a good grip on the table and stretch out my butt. He&#8217;s not brutal, but he&#8217;s persistent. Always in waves, the strength subsides and increases again. He&#8217;s spanking my ass for at least five minutes. This feels wonderful. I enjoy and start moaning. From time to time, his hand passes between my legs. He now knows that I am totally excited. And he&#8217;s moving on. He could go on for hours. I love it.<br>In the end, he strokes my butt, drives across my back and leans over the table to me. He whispers in my ear: &#8220;I know, that this makes you horny. I don&#8217;t want you to be ashamed of it. I want you to be proud. Live your sexuality as a woman and put it in my hands.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"is-block wp-block-paragraph\">Do you know this moment \u2013 when someone says something that scares you and at the same time and it is exactly what you wanted?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns keep2 is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-8f761849 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column dropshadow is-style-linkbox rounded is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:259px\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-cover is-light has-custom-content-position is-position-bottom-center is-style-subselect\" style=\"min-height:219px;aspect-ratio:unset;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-block-cover__image-background wp-image-7791 size-medium\" alt=\"Proud slave\" src=\"https:\/\/subwelt.com\/starlink\/de\/..\/..\/files\/ausgestellt-auf-terrasse-300x167.png\" data-object-fit=\"cover\"\/><span aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-cover__background has-white-background-color has-background-dim-0 has-background-dim\"><\/span><div class=\"wp-block-cover__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-cover-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center is-style-default has-background wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"background-color:#ffffffb0\">Part 5: to follow&#8230;<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-vertically-aligned-bottom is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\">#email-notes {display:none; }<\/style>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Table manners, wine tasting and a spanking that she will not forget. 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