From the "All I want for Christmas department"
In the run-up to the holidays Dutch forgot to press 'publish', so here we go on the third day of Christmas. Hope you had a good one. I certainly did.
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| Not all turkeys are created equally. |
It's the festive season. While I'm dreaming that one day I'll finally end up as mistress personal leather turkey, I suddenly realize something. True love leads to true devotion, which is like a stairway to serious surrender. But now we're getting ahead of the story.
Because this is femdom, there are always two sides to the story. A while back I dreamt up a time machine for myself. Imagine waking up one morning in a leather bag, unable to move but with mistress sound asleep next to you, big smile on her face and one arm over the leather bag that comforts the man she loves. How I ended up inside one of them is a different story. Fun one, yes. Don't worry, won't bother you with that right now.
Sun is rising and it highlights the dimples on her chin. Those dimples only occur when she's happy. It makes me feel all warm and loved up. Perhaps that fuzzy feeling also has a bit to do with the fact I cannot move. The leather smells nice but is not match for her scent. That takes me to another realm, her world, one that I'm crave like nothing else. The day is starting and I already have arrived. Lucky me.
All that's left for me is to wrap my arms around her. Oops. Yes, leather is part of her world to. And mine even more. As the sun rises it highlights her beautiful curves, it's pure bliss. Almost that is. There's a discussion going on at the main intersection between my legs and lower body. Mistress has done that devious thing again and she loves it. In fact she loves it so much that my faint, struggling noises once I discover it's impossible to rise to the occasion so to speak, wake her up smiling.
She pulls herself closer - which is great - apart from the fact the warmth of her body makes that rising to the occasion thing even more pressing and also a little painful. She's loving it, I mean she loves me. The both of us. Yes, yes, I'm getting confused. You would to if the first thing you look into in the morning are those beautiful eyes of hers. Gorgeous eyes that are getting more beautiful by the minute as she realizes - and loves - the intensity of the predicament I'm in. Which makes the whole situation even harder for me. I'm slowly starting to curse the whole 'rise to the occasion' thing because if there's anything that turns me on, it's inspiring her dominant, sadistic side. She knows, oh boy she does. She smiles at me, I feel her eyes resting on my face. Now they're moving upwards, there is going to be intimate eye contact any second now. And bingo. I'm drowning. Yes, she loves me, probably for all eternity. Sadly for me my Love has fully embraced her sadistic, dominant side as soon as she woke up. Despite the warmth of her body and the tight embrace of the leather bondage gear - which I'm supposed to love and be grateful for - I'm not very comfortable. Happy but miserable. Our eyes cross again, time to redefine misery. By that I mean happy misery, but still seriously miserable. I also feel loved, very much loved. So much in fact that I want her. I want her now. It's all I ever want. She knows. She has other plans for us. I love her but I hate her plan.
Oops. Not gonna happen. Unfortunately for me, there are still a couple of barriers between us. Even if she wasn't firmly in control. Then I remember last night, her hands all over my body and how she seduces me into the sleeping bag. She had me drooling when she whispered the suggestion in my ear. All I had to accept in return were two tiny things. Now one of those tiny things remains stuck firmly in my behind. It feels like it has grown nine months overnight. As for the gag, without it I would tell her how much I want her. Because I want her. Why waste time on telling her I love her if I want her. She knows I love her. Comforting myself with platitudes like 'love is ruling the both of us' don't work. Also because I'm not in a position to think about it. She's in control and she loves it. My love also has other plans. Plans that are rather different from me wanting her.
'Did you sleep well baby, nothing too tight or uncomfortable?' She doesn't wait for an answer because there won't be any. Highly effective gag she got me for my birthday. Now that I'm thinking of, was that my or her birthday present? 'How's the situation down there?' she inquires as she lowers her hand. It's the opposite of helping me out, knowing very well how much I love her hands. 'Good boy. Somebody clearly hit the jackpot. Did you dream of me? Naughty dreams full of crazy fun for two?' I did, so you better do to.' Hmm hmm I try as my body struggles to break free from its leather-powered prison. So not gonna happen. As her hand expresses its presence a little louder between my legs I'm trying to rise to the occasion harder and harder. She loves it. I desperately want her. (What else is new?). Not gonna happen, she's in charge. Like I said: what else is new.
Her hand now firmly patrolling the boundaries between me two legs, she wonders if 'perhaps that plug was a bit of a stretch for the night. She's right of course but the gag stops me from talking back. Meanwhile that little push she just gave the plug makes me jump. If it weren't for the body bag. Thank goodness for bondage. At least it allows me to retain part of my dignity. Yeah right.
I beg her to please not do that again because if she does I probably break the laws of physics and we're going full vanilla next.' Can't warn her of the impeding, immediate danger, I'm wrapped in high quality bondage gear. Full vanilla is so not gonna happen this morning because of that. Gauging my reaction, she gives the plug another little push. Outcome: my misery being translated into her joy. We're going full femdom alchemist here.
'I swear I make it up to you baby. I love you. Now how's the situation in the
front?' Somehow that doesn't feel like a real question as she tightens her
grip. I have no way out. Even the slightest pressure of her fingers becomes
almost unbearable. I want her so much. She smiles. I smile back. Eyes lock. I
love her. Gently she slides her hand across my body. 'I really should remove
that gag to give you a proper good morning kiss my love.'
'No, don't
talk, don't kiss. want you.'
'Are you trying to tell me something Sweety?
Save your breath until I remove the gag. You're gonna need it.' I already
know. The mayhem down there is a clue.
Looking up to her, I see a woman smiling so hard, it lightens up an entire room. If it weren't for the sun, that is. I'm loving it. Oops, and there it is, the happiness trap. Speaking about being trapped, down under the situation is still rather dire. I love her, I want her even more, especially now that's it not gonna happen but I hate being unable to rise to the occasion full force. My little she-devil knows. I also think she loves my misery even more than I [don't]. Lifting her hand from my crotch doesn't ease the pain.
As she lies next to me, she moves her hand between her legs. Not good, so not good. Very hot. I want her. Want, want, want. Not gonna happen. Let's just say that me wanting her provides my love with an additional incentive to finish the job herself.
'But that's my job! Hey, stop, it's Christmas. Let me entertain you. Please, please, please, it's all I want for Christmas. No, it's all I ever want. Why waste my breath, it's over before I can even start to beg, never mind the gag. Luckily the woman who loves me is a greedy girl. She also likes to share and believes in mad kinky scientists.
A little later, she finally removes my gag. 'Good morning my one and true love. Isn't this a lovely day. I hope the restrictions weren't to uncomfortable but the gag was for your own good. I hope you appreciate that.' I finally finish swallowing my own saliva when suddenly her hand grabs my nose, forcing me to breathe through my mouth. 'Now please clean my happy hand.' Please? Like I need an incentive. We both know it's a reward for my morning misery. Not that it stops me from being greedy. I do as I'm told with not a worry in the world. Silly me, by now I should've known any reward usually signals significant suffering in my immediate future.
'Anything not related to your tool fetish, you want for Christmas, she smiled a couple of weeks earlier. 'All I want for X-mas is to be your Christmas turkey' You cannot wrap that, she replies as she scratches her head. 'I have to think of something else.'
'Good to see you predicament is more encouragement than distraction, she says
as she removes her hand. The privilege is all mine, I mumble.
'Of course
it is, you silly, just trying to recharge your battery for what's about to
come.
Being the rebel that I am, silly me tries to outsmart her and say:
I love you too. Big oops. Serious mistake too.
She moves in for a killer kiss, which it is. Mercy Christmas Sweety. Enjoy, she says as she unpacks my private parts. Never knew one hand could bring so much joy to two people. In my case for about 30 seconds. After which I'm fed the spoils of war. Her eyes tell me to be good, very good or else. Which I do, after which she goes into the other room to fetch something that I will regret later. That starts the moment she zips up my cross and gives it a gentle pad. Next, she's off again, only to return with a bigger gag. That's for later she say. First up is more fun. For her, as she mounts me. Clearly she has something special in mind because it's no work at all. I can literally taste her anticipation and I'm loving it. Job done in under 60 seconds. Wish it took longer. On the other hand realizing just how much she is loving it, turns me on. The sentence for that is less benign than earlier this morning. Clearly mistress has chosen one of her favourite terror tools.
'What took you so long?' she smiles and positions herself on my face again. I'm loving it. It just the pain, the endless pain because I love my job so much. Not only do my precious private parts suffer greatly, our cruel feedback loop also steals intimate moments from me. Mistress loves my suffering, which, unfortunately, significantly shortens the privilege of personal servitude that I'm allowed to. Once I realize how mistress loves the self-defeating nature of my predicament, my lower body gets caught into the feedback loop again and my suffering increases instantly. Mistress always wins and this is only the beginning.
Later that Christmas, after being unwrapped myself, it's time to open my Christmas present. Don't think I've ever laughed so hard. A pair of Grinch Christmas socks. This is definitely going to be a Christmas to remember.
Merry Christmas everyone. Now go be with the ones you love. Even I wrote this post in advance. [But forgot to press 'publish'.]
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| In case you're wondering what did and what did not happen, the socks part is definitely true. The rest of the story also has to be because there were 11 socks in my pair. Odd. |
Face the music
First in "Best of the Talent Shows" was from Italy. In 2015 Carola Campagna performed Ti Sento. Just beautiful. The year before there was a similar surprise on The Voice Italy. In the end sister Christina, a nun, went on to win that year's The Voice. What a wonderful singer. And don't tell me "What a Feeling" isn't gospel. It's all about the way you sing it.
Exactly a month ago Irene Cara died at 63. Cara was catapulted to fame [€] after she appeared in the 1980 movie Fame. Originally cast as a dancer, but when the producers heard her voice, she was re-cast. Apart from singing the title song to Fame, she is probably best remembered for writing and recording What a Feeling for the 1983 movie Flashdance.
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| Irene Cara - "Flashdance, What a Feeling" [click to listen] |
In 1993 a jury awarded her $1.5 million from a 1985 lawsuit for withholding royalties. Cara stated that, as a result, she was "virtually blacklisted".
I'd love to have seen her face when she heard sister Christina's beautiful rendition of her song for the first time. She must have loved it.
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| Suor Cristina Scuccia - "What a Feeling" [click to listen] |
305-306-307
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| A funeral ceremony for a Ukrainian soldier in Odesa, Ukraine, in March 2022. |
Excellent article in The Guardian on Boxing Day about Ukraine and history's revenge. Some points that stand out.
- More peace, less irony: due to heavy losses "Russia, albeit involuntarily, has become Ukraine’s most important arms supplier."
- "Mark Galeotti, the author of Putin’s Wars, believes Moscow has now clearly moved from winning the war to not losing it, and that requires trying to outsuffer the west."
- "At the start of December, Michael McCaul, the lead Republican on the House foreign affairs committee, said Republicans would not be advocating an end to US funding, but demanded more accountability for US spending. But his main point was different. “The problem right now is Iranian drones are going into Crimea, but the Ukrainians can’t hit those Iranian drones unless they have the longer-range artillery called the ATACMS [army tactical missile system]. For some reason … [the Biden administration] will not put those weapons into Ukraine. When we give [Ukraine] what they need, they win. If we don’t, it’s going to be a long and protracted war.” They are not the remarks of a man bent on reviving the American isolationist tradition."
- Putin's energy blackmail fails: "Germany has weaned itself off Russian energy, an extraordinary achievement for a country that was dependent on Russia for 55% of its gas. German industry has reduced gas consumption by about 25% since the year’s start, while production has only fallen by 1.4%."
- "Polish historian Adam Michnik argues that the future of Ukraine as part of Europe was always going to depend not only on the western cities of Lviv and Kyiv, but also on the cities to the south and east, Kharkiv and Odesa. “There is no doubt, under Putin’s rockets, both Kharkiv and Odesa chose Europe.”"
- You often read how the center of gravity in Europe soon will shift east towards the former vassal states of the USSR. Europe's heart is already there. Just look at how Poland has welcomed a million Ukrainian refugees over the past 300 days. The refugee issue most likely will not feature in next years election, as opposed to the countries of Europe closer to the Atlantic. And that's despite their relative small influx. I've argued before how we should listen to Poland. They've experienced the horrors of the Soviet empire and understand much better what motivates Putin and Russia to go to war.
- The German foreign minister from the Green party said “We will achieve security only without, not with Vladimir Putin’s Russia.” It's not the official view of the German government however. But for the Green party to outdo the right, that says something.
- "A Ukrainian diplomat concurs. “We have to get rid of this constant fear of escalation in certain capitals. It is what holds us back, and it misunderstands the nature of Russian and the existential conflict we are fighting.”"
So what can I do? Don't forget Ukraine. Show it. Does the blue in the Ukrainian flag next to your house look a little faded, get a new one. Write about your support on social media. Talk about Ukraine. Stage a sit-in for Ukraine at Ikea! Whatever you do, make sure our elected 'leaders' in the west cannot ignore Ukraine, no matter how much they try.
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| Sister and her little brother from Lviv, Ukraine, at the Medyka pedestrian border crossing, in eastern Poland in February 2022. |
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