Carpenter Slave or Secret Santa?

For obvious reasons this post isn't called the story of the DIY slave. 

Also: free powertools porn inside!

Man on a mission, looking for a mistress with a smile. But why do I always have to swim? (Image: Michelle Lacy on Twitter)

Make no mistake dommes of the world, we slaves judge you not only by the amount of leather outfits in your wardrobe but also by your social media presence. Which is usually pretty bad. Good thing then there are exceptions like the Twitter account of mistress Michelle Lacy. It's fun to read and makes you appreciate her even more.

Michelle Lacy bought the Clubdom brand and its playground and renamed it the Order of Indomitus. While most of the Northern hemisphere is preparing for Christmas snow mid-December, mistress Michelle Lacy is working on her new isolation rooms. Wearing a tank top - it's always sunny in Southern Florida - and a big smile, mistress is plastering the joints herself. Why? Because these "isolation rooms aren't going to finish themselves." Pretty cool.

Of course not, but are you really that cruel to deprive a capable DIY slave the opportunity of a life time to shine and serve? Not everybody is a banker, you know.

Not really sure if those isolation rooms are going to hold their prisoners once the boys turn claustrophobic. After all, it's just a drywall. But that's not what I was thinking of when I was doing the same thing a few weeks before, hardcore vanilla style. Four years after I saved Christmas for sure and kinda slashed the Grinch, it's time to move on for the girls.

She obviously doesn't call me Dutch, but it goes something like this. Missed call. Second missed call 15 minutes later. And we're talking millennial here, the age bracket that does everything by text. So I call her.

"How much is a wall to separate two rooms?"
"Uhm"
"And when can you do it?"

And no, I don't point out that the second question depends on the first. Her voice is filled with joy. So beautiful. When I get home, I do a rough calculation and send it. 30 Seconds later she replies. "Joepie" [ Dutch for someone being very happy, old-skool] Not that the amount of money matters.

Next, I inform "our team" that I'll be taking a few days of - by text - major priorities and so on. Agreed, that's rude, but life is all about what matters most. To make up for my bad behavior, I post pics at regular intervals to show how things are progressing. First there is the finished drywall, then the floor. Inbetween is some minor stuff.

"Did you do all of that?"
["Have you seen any gnomes come to life at night and stack themselves 20 high to build a wall?"]
"Can you help me with my floor?"
"OK"

This is where things get interesting. She is into kink and very much open about it. During a recent team event she passionately explains how some people derive pleasure from pain and says that being whacked with a chair can be fun if you are on the receiving end. Unless you just discovered a new fetish, that example needs refinement. Next time, and with a little too much to drink in the vanilla world, she looks for male volunteers to wear her dog collar. Wrong place, wrong time.

Try not to wear your heart on your sleeve, I say. I have to leave it at that. No way I can tell her I'm into femdom too. Besides, that's not how it works between us. But the story makes for an interesting question.

Do I offer to help her because I'm looking for freebies later on? Not very likely, but OK. Or maybe because I'm some kind of submissive secret santa, thriving on the idea that nobody knows just how deep my submission goes? Or does it perhaps, just perhaps, don't have anything to do with kink because not everything is. People who know me, say that can't be true. So, just including it in the interest of fairness.

Anyway, back to "customer Number One." I've asked her if she has any plans to hang something heavy from that wall. Because that means I have to reinforce the frame with wooden beams from the inside. Let's hope mistress Michelle Lacey did the same, if only to prevent an outbreak of hapless slaves ignoring the fact that being an actual slaves means that pain, suffering and humiliation are not optional. Sturdy beams is my advice. To make it real. Evil grin seals it.

So, did I learn something? A couple of things. We all need a mentor, both vanilla and Dark Side. Vanilla is the best. That's no surprise, the suprising discovery is that there is probably a direct link between my love of powertools in the real world and passion for toy on the Dark Side. It's quite the revelation, but it makes sense.

If you live in Holland, don't ever count again on snow for Christmas. Despite that, there's a new Frozen movie out, new and improved, now with even more singing and torture. Just don't tell mistress Michelle Lacey. Before you know it, she is building her own home cinema theater with uncomfortable bondage chairs on the left and thrones on the right.

It's a long swim from Holland, otherwise I'd offered my services, ma'am. But if you ever think of setting up a dungeon in the Netherlands...

And finally, here's the powertools porn I promised.

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