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Friday, September 15, 2023

And How Was Your Summer?

Darkness will soon fall across the Low Lands

World's best boyfriend just got sent to hell

One day when I'm old this will be nothing but painfull memories. Sadly, today is not that day. [Image:Punishment Club]

Continued from Dutch Sent Back to School.

My summer, huh? Pretty good I guess. My love and I had a lot of fun now that Covid itself is on an extended holiday. Sun, sex and femdom, all wel-balanced plus a couple of music festivals, no worries. Making fun of porn vids, most not very convincing. There were a few yes, but in the greater scheme of things, it's best to neglect those.

Easy to say for you but I'm here in the dungeon, naked and on my knees, facing my Love and mistress who wants to send me back to school. Why, what, how? What's even the point?

DIY school certainly not. Becoming a better femdom blogger. Good luck finding a school in Holland that carreis something like that on its curriculum. Learning Japanese for our anniversary? Yes that has to be it. Not sure why I look happy as I arrive at the conclusion. Mostly because I'm way of.

"Sweetie, as my boyfriend you are great." One-nil for me, I thought. "But - and pardon my language baby - you suck as my slave." Oh really? And I'm trying so hard. "Yes I love your little rebellious streak, if not I would have gotten me a slave bot instead." A slave bot, what is she talking about? "Look, even without the whole femdom thing we'll be together forever, because I love you, but why would we? Let's make and effort - and by that I mean you. Trust me, the decision I've arrived at hurts me more than it does you. It's also the only way." Please stop talking in tongues and say it straight.

"No, you're not going to Japan without me!" And yes I said that out loud.

She starts laughing. "Of course not you silly, that's gonna be our adventure, don't worry." But I want to be proud of you as my slave, at home, abroad, in Japan, everywhere and right now I'm not. I also want to make you a happier slave, greedier to serve and suffer for me. Trust me that doesn't sound hot or attractive for even a single second. End of summer, dungeon, me naked and on my knees and more than a little worried. Suddenly mistress takes my clamps of. "We won't be needing them anymore tonight I guess." Not funny. Unless you are my mistress who has an evil plan.

I'm not gonna share what mistress is or is not wearing in the dungeon - a gentleman never tells - but when she orders me to lick her hand, one that was between her thights only moments before, I finally get it. I'm off to farmer's class. Must be, it's the only explanation that makes sense, given the fact that my carrot goes from zero to 110 in under a second. If there's one thing that turns me on, it's intimate knowledge of just how much my Love and mistress enjoys me being in pain, powerless or being humiliated.  Unfortunately pain is rather painful and being humiliated is, yes humiliating, despite the grand finale that awaits me if I'm a good boy.

See here my conundrum in a nutshell. I'm her slave and want to make her happy. I love how my pain and suffering turn her on but I hate it the discomfort it brings. Good thing I'm not in charge.

We both know two things, my pain and suffering turn her on. Not only that but I'm excited by the very thought of my suffering having some point. And it does. It's just that pain is so painful. Well, mistress has a solution for that. Not that she calls it such. To her it's all about a more intense [literally] mistress-slave relationship so we can both enjoy the fruits of our labour. My translation: more pain and suffering for Dutch, which mistress will love and if I'm lucky I'll get a taste of the forbidden fruits grown from my pain and suffering and be happy about it.

"Look baby, it's all about personal growth." Personal growth, what personal growth? I just showed you that. Zero to infinity in under 1+1 second. And still going strong. Suddenly I start laughing uncontrollably. "You're sending me to Hogwarts School of Magic, aren't you?" Now my Love starts to laugh too. A magical moment for the both of us. You should've been there. Takes her while to stop laughing but then she says: "you do know that Hogwarts doesn't really exist boy?" I want to act surprised but instead we both start to laugh again. When it finally stops and I look into her eyes, more laughter. Finally she says "but if Hogwarts was real and Miss Jackson headmistress over there, I would let her have her way with you. How's that for a hint baby?" Huh? "A propos, when are you finally going to write that grand finale to your series on the Other World Kingdom. Isn't it about time?"

And how was your summer?

Slave School

The idea for writing a story about a slave going back to school to become a better slave came to me after watching a clip from Mrs. Hardcastle's Punishment Club on one of the tubes. Who doesn't want to become a better slave and not just because mistress says so. Go deeper, corrupt yourself, have yourself corrupted. Do whatever it takes to be happier. Improve your life even if it hurts. And seeing a couple of guys standing in the corner, awaiting their punishment, literally trembling with fear, also did help.

Sadly I forgot to bookmark the video that started this. If you are interested in buying her videos, go to Mrs. Hastings's personal website. [The Punishment Club website seems offline.].

PS, reading how it all began for Mrs. Hardcastle made me smile.

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Biographer Walter Isaacson has walked back his claim that Elon Musk switched of the Starlink communication system to prevent Ukraine from sinking the Russian fleet.

Apparently it was never turned on, a suggestion for which Mr. Musk thanked the writer on Twitter. Almost like a buddy cop movie. Either that's how you promot a book or it's a big lie. Whichever it is, the fallout will be devastating. The Los Angeles Times argues its time to "put a stake in the ‘great man’ biography — starting with Isaacson’s ‘Elon Musk’". If you read the article, it shows how most of the bad stuff Mr. Musk did - and that's a lot of negative karma to deal with - is left out of fairy tale. The hagiography was published on September 12, but rather than writing about the idealized life of a tech saint, the book has achieved the opposite. For the New Yorker Jill Lepore writes 'How Elon Musk went from superhero to supervillain'. Old news, just read Ashlee Vance's 2015 biography of the mercurial, former Australian.

The onus is already on big tech and because of Mr. Musk the world finally starts to wake up to the power of big tech. Should any individual have the power to choose who whether or not the bad guys [aka Russia] win the war? If so does it matter men like Mr. Musk are actually traitors who are acting in the enemy's best interest rather than that of humanity? My apologies, with hindsight I never should have written about what the 42 billion Mr. Musk paid for Twitter could do for femdom, world peace or any other sensible goal. Mea Culpa.

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