Lift Him Higher - What an Image

Mistress and Slave in Perfect Harmony - Free Minor Flaws Included.

A woman holding the head of her slave in the palm of her hands. One of the strongest femdom pictures I've seen in a long time.

People, not props are kink's secret super power. Q.E.D.

In another realm it could easily be a woman lifting high the head of the man she loves. Perhaps the image was taking, seconds after he tied her shoelaces. This picture, however, leaves no doubt. It's all about mistress and slave. And boy, are they happy. You can tell even without their faces. Found this image on Tumblr in it's dying days and my fascination for it is on full repeat.

It's one of the most powerful femdom images I've come across in quite a while. Despite that I cannot explain exactly why or what. The picture suggests some deep, intimate connection that allow mistress and slave to drift away from mainstream conventions. Then again, who cares? Connection between lovers is perhaps the biggest prizes in life, any which way.

What Tumblr Taught Me

 

Now that Tumblr has officially assumed the title "Titanic of social media", Twitter vainly celebrates and I write a personal eulogy.

If there is a single lesson the be learned it is this: everybody - no exception - prefers pictures over text, most of them being of an erotic nature. Disclaimer: one person's erotic appeals can very well be another one's turn of. Still 'erotic' is a broad term.

"Yes My Love and mistress"

A woman's heart is priceless. Her whip is a mere prop.

Alright, Valentine's Day. Short post, not because I have a date tonight, but because the message is clear and concise.

Life is simple, love rules. And, no, things don't get complicated when people confuse lust for love. In the past my writing has explored how to maintain a healthy balance between man loves woman and slave obeys mistress. It's hard.

Kinky stuff is nice, something I wouldn't want to live without. The woman I love, however, is someone whom I cannot live without, even though I'm currently single.

If I ever fall in love again, and she is as much into femdom as I am, I reserve the right to address her as "my Love and mistress" whenever it's appropriate to address her as mistress. Don't have to, but I can, whether it is just the two of us or with other people around. It's something that is non-negotiable and my love and mistress cannot force me to address her like that. Other than that I'm pretty flexible.

If you don't get it, just listen to Nina Simone explaining how "he needs me." Just make sure you listen all throughout the end. (click image to listen on Youtube).

Foot Fetishists Save the Day and Exhonorate Politician

These are the feet of Sydney Leather. It is also Sydney Leather's picture.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is a newly elected US Congress woman. Last week a crudely edited video of her dancing in college surfaced, intended to shame her. It backfired. This morning, reading the papers, Quartz Daily News reported how a fake nude pic of her was debunked by foot fetishists. Users cross-referenced the image with other photos of the congresswoman’s feet.

Noor Inayat Khan: The Unbreakable Spy Princess

For once Dutch bows his head to true female supremacy.

Pay attention please, this is what elite truly looks like.
Or as Sherlock says: "that woman." (Image BBC)

Continuing from yesterday, today the story of an unflinching heroine who bought herself a one way ticket to Nazi hell. Let's get ready to rumble: the Enchantress of Number vs. The Spy Princess. If you think this is an episode of The Voice Knock-Out, sorry.

The Bank of England is deciding which scientist to put on the new £50 note. Why does it have to be a scientist? Only the Bank of Brexit's Canadian boss can tell you. All in favour of scientist Ada Lovelace, my mind was made up until I read about Noor Inayat Khan.

The Enchantress of Number: Ada Lovelace

Christmas 2018 promises to be uneventful. Now that's why I call a proper present from Santa. When my angel-shaped Christmas ornament fell to pieces, I had a brief Snape moment. “After all this time?” “Always.” I'd rather talk about two women who deserve to grace Britain's new £50 note. Happy Christmas everyone.

Ada Lovelace timetraveling, calculating the number pi. Sorry, Doctor Who still doesn't exist. Just like Christmas it's what you make of it. (Image 1843 Magazine)

Me so Mistress Supreme bla bla bla. Don't make me laugh. It's a bit like referring to yourself as a stable genius. If people call you "The Enchantress of Number", you've got my instant attention. Now that's what I call a honorary title, so who is she?

When the Bank of England decided to put a scientist on the new £50 note, I knew it had to be Ada Lovelace. Meanwhile, the words "Bank of England" suddenly made me wonder why they call it Brexit. Successful scientists inevitably claim to stand on the shoulders of giants, but what if you an original one? Mrs. Lovelace is exactly that. Her accomplishments can easily be compared to for instance Eratosthenes, a Greek scholar of the third century BCE, who very accurately calculated the circumference of the earth. (He was of by a mere 0.16%, feel free to do a little jaw dropping.)

Banks are the World's Most Succesful Findoms

Nobody wants big, bad banks to police our sex lives.

Irony rules. In a first for me I wrote Your rather than your. It's an accurate reflection of how I feel in the fight of beautiful BDSM vs bad, bad bankers. (Image: Tumblr/unknown, edited)

My previous post on Fetlife was a bit harsh, I agree. Still, Fetlife has little to offer because of its static nature. Just like the moon waxes and wanes, so do our desires, but you cannot run an adult community solely on people who post just that fact over and over again. On top of it, there are major privacy concerns handing out your phone number to an adult entertainment company.

Basic Fetlife is free, but bills still have to be paid. Therein lies one major problem. You can say what you like about former President Obama, but the moniker No Drama Obama was spot on. Unfortunately no drama is not always a good thing. There was exactly zero drama when it came to bankers being held responsible for the credit crisis that started in 2008. The exact number of them going to jail is zero. Drama or no drama, history will repeat itself. Soon, I guess.

Woman Offered as Sex Slave on Kinky Website - Without Her Consent

"Hello, we come all the way from Japan.
Is this the address for the [volunteer] male sex slave?" You wish! (credits: unknown)

Apart from Fetlife there are some local kink websites. Two of them over here in Holland are Kinkytijd.nl and Chattijd.nl. In all fairness, I never heard of them.

In 2013 a woman discovered that somebody created a profile of her, including name address, age and occupation on the website Kinkytijd (kinky time). The profile also included a picture of her. She had no clue who was responsible and emailed the website, requesting that her profile was removed. She also asked for the IP address of the person who created the fake profile. Kinkytijd removed her profile, but refused to hand over the IP address. The couple hired a lawyer to no effect. Meanwhile another profile was created and random strangers kept on showing up at her door.

The victim contacted Peter R. de Vries, a well-known Dutch crime reporter, who finally discovered the identity of her stalker. It turned out to be her brother-in-law who claimed he was hearing voices in his head. He couldn't explained what drove him to do this.

What struck me most is that it took almost five years for this nightmare to end. It also must have been an absolute horror for the woman to have random strangers show up at her door, looking for a sex slave. Perhaps not exactly 'random' strangers, everyone in their right mind knows that nobody publishes their home address on dating websites, kinky or otherwise. People have moved for less.

Fetlife is Dead

And so are you, if you give them your phone number.

Regrets come in all shapes and sizes. This might not be one of them. What a domme!

Never cared much for Fetlife. Last login was when Mr. Obama was President of the United States. I exactly have one connection, some lonely [dominant] lady who bombards random strangers with friend requests. Don't know why. It also makes her feed terribly uninteresting. "Lady Bomber is now friends with someone."As a smart slave myself , I saw that one coming.

"I also love the disdain her adult daughter shows me."

Consent is boring, especially if you're horny. Really? Grown-up stuff is for grown-ups. By design. Some people believe they are free to choose.

"So Gross" To each his own (Image Credits: Unknown)

Life's all about memories. And lunch. And sushi in Holland. Personally I prefer a burger, extra cheese please. One particular devastating Sunday lunch, I remember how slaveboy, a dad himself, got over-excited and started dreaming out loud about mistress teaming up with her daughter as soon as the little girl was of age. Him being the happy recipient of their future inter-generational double dominance of course.

In her most predictable moment ever - I have great taste, or, more likely, I'm the luckiest fellow on earth - Mom casually remarked how her daughter makes her own choices. It's not what she said, it's how she said it. Like asking for a napkin. Phenomenal and beyond.

Rubber Beauty Masks ca. 1921

Those were the days.

In our series “blog about stuff you found Tumblr before it’s gone”, Dutch’ first ever quiz. Be smart and don’t bother. Just scroll down for the answer.

Here is your question. Is the image above:

a)    a screenshot from the next Quentin Tarentino movie? (The answer is no because the director prefers women’s feet.)

or

b)    an advertisement for 1920’s women’s facial masks? (That’s what it says on Tumblr. Personally I think it is a dream come true and the Secret Society of Sadistic Secretaries does exist after all.)

Now for the anwer:

If you chose a), please go back to school and learn how to read properly (alternatively, stop looking at her feet).

On the other hand, if you choose b), congratulations. It’s an 1921 image of rubber beauty masks, worn to remove wrinkles and blemishes.

Yes, I know, hard to believe. Good old days, bla bla. Still it’s odd, no matter how often you look at it.