Private Holiday Tales from Holland

Less privacy in exchange for more safety. Or?

Leave me alone please dear cows.

Look at the image and try to guess why mistress suddenly pushes my head to the ground. Privacy you say, because mistress wants to make sure the horse on the left wouldn't see my face? But what about her right to privacy? Perhaps, or maybe she was trying to be funny while she said it. I don't know and it doesn't matter. Mistress is always right. She decides, I obey.

Then again if you live in Britain these days, privacy is harder than ever. They finally did it: age verification to protect the innocent. I recently ran into it on Twitter. At home in Holland! Media on certain profiles is no longer available because of age restrictions and the inability to correctly tell the jurisdiction I am in. Is there really nowhere to go for sun? Or privacy?

Rainy Femdom Holiday

Yes, it's August, technically summer to. Not that you can tell because of the rain. Now imagine you're camping in the Netherlands and getting bored. What do you do? Go for a walk like any normal mistress and slave would do of course. 

OK, this image is definitely fake. Despite that it hit a button, reminding me of the many rainy summers when I was in secondary school. No, not because I was on a leash, crawling naked through a puddle of mud (underage and so on, yes?) but because of the wet land and dark skies.

And yes, I would've been a deeply happy 16-year old to spend a holiday like that with my Girlfriend and mistress. Long before I was of legal age I knew where my interests lie. Not that it would make a difference in just how kinky I am, after all I was born this way. Also born in this wet country.

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Desert Holiday

"on a desert highway"

["cruel whip in my back"]

Last time I wrote how some guys have all the luck when it comes to holidays. Today not so much. The image tries to convince us the car broke down and he is to blame. Hence her whip. Whatever they are selling us, it's definitely not the benefits of femdom.

Don't know where the image is from, but it feels like an ad. And not a good one because whatever it is trying to sell you, you won't remember. We all know what men will remember most from this image. The car.

Kink on the Beach

Who said romance is dead?

August and summer is [or should be] in full swing here in the Northern hemisphere. In a tiny country called the Netherlands the situation is pretty awful. Instead of raining cats and dogs it's raining monkeys and donkeys. And yes that's made up but would you rather have me saying it's raining pijpestelen [rain like lead pipes]? Thought so.

Let's hope the weather clears up soon and we can head for the beach to have some fun. A while back this image caught my attention. Real, fake, AI? I don't know but it gives off a lovely, sincere vibe. It has a certain kind of intimacy, almost like they are in a special place of their own. Clearly some guys have all the luck when it comes to summer holidays.

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Push-Down on the Beach

A slave can dream

Suggestions for a sunny femdom holiday.

If I cannot spend my summer in madame Catarina's garden of Eden, I want to go to the beach. And look what I found. No clue what or why this is but it feels so natural. If only. For those of us into femdom, we know some options in live are just not available. Not sure what's going on here but it definitely feels like my kind of trip to the beach.

She looks pretty serious about holding him down. He? He is calm, almost detached, if it was me I would be jumping with joy. OK, that kinda misses the point but a little more appreciation might be in order. When her friend arrives, smiling, also with a couple of beers, she places her foot in his face. Just another day in paradise. Just remember folks, your definition of paradise may differ from mine. Who cares, this is such a lovely image. 

The image was originally a gif but that no longer works on Blogger so I broke it down. 

Next time mistress and I take a more romantic trip to the beach.

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Madame Catarina's Secret Garden of Eden

Summer. Finally.

Note: your definition of the Garden of Eden may differ from mine.

Madame Catarina and slave enjoying the lovely weather [image: dominamovies.com]

Ever wondered how the average kinkster spend her or his summer. I have a few ideas. Today's image is courtesy of long time German prodomme - and the ultimate Scary Spice - madame Catarina. And yes there is a definite Southern connection here. I wouldn't be surprised is she is of Latin or Italian descend. Anyway Miss Catarina has scared and fascinated me for many year, a beautiful, cruel woman who loves leather with many years under her whip. We all want to suffer for the privilige of being her slave, few can. Sadly, certainly not Dutch. Some slaves are born pain pigs, the rest of us is not so lucky. Still, dreaming of being her slave, inescapable of what's coming next - and we all know what that is- what slave in his right mind doesn't dream of that. Sadly, the world we live in doesn't turn dreams like that into reality. And for many reasons, but mostly a question of how much pain can you handle. Geography is nothing but the last hill that you have to take before femdom Valhalla welcomes you. That is, if you can stand the heat. Otherwise, run!

Even from a safe distance, it's impossible not to be impressed by the beauty of madame Catarina's powerful personality and her dominant and sadistic drive. Kind of like the personal gravity my life seems a quest for. One might wonder when does her personal gravity become so intense it will crush you beyond the point of return.

Whatever season we live in, sometimes it sucks to be a slave and look up in awe to Her. If only I were stronger. I'm definitely not the first man to have prayed for that.  But what a dream. Being madame Catarina's slave, tied up in her personal secret Garden of Eden for the rest of the summer. If only. 

More summer next time when we head to the beach for a work-out.

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