Women in White

Yesterday, Miss Janet reminded me of something else I love besides dimples. Women wearing white. [1] And hey OWK, today no snarky comments about how well you guys manage your global business empire. Cool, right? [2] 

Mrs Kim of Rubberstel in white latex from head to toe (image: rubberstel.nl, image is cropped)

Dutch believes it's important to follow one's heart, even when you're not in love. That includes being honest about your likes and dislikes. My friends would say I'm crazy for being into femdom, but it's part of who I am, so I give into it. Without telling them of course.

A couple of years ago I wrote about the essence of femdom: Wonderful Goddess in red. Sadly, I was so spellbound by her image, I forgot to bookmark. That's why I used a stock image for the article header and an image of mistress Ava Zhang in a green dress to accompany the text. It made for a nice contrast.

"Would You Mind?"

"My first name ain't baby, it's Janet – Miss Jackson if you're nasty" [1]
"No Ma'am, it would be my pleasure" [2]

Sharp, focused and powerful. Her eyes, the expression on her face. Now that's what I call personal gravity. Janet Jackson performing live in San Francisco during her Unbreakable Tour in 2015 (image credits not available)

If Grace Jones is the original femdom icon, Janet Jackson is her favourite apprentice, the one who takes it to a whole new level. After writing about armpits yesterday and face time with mistress on Thursday, a Janet Jackson song came to mind. Remember, I don't plan what I write next. It just happens.

"Baby, would you mind kissing me
All over my body
You missed a spot - there
Baby, would you mind tasting me
It's making me all juicy
Feeling your lips on mine"

When Humiliation Fails

Sometimes it's for the best

Eyes to die for at London's Club Pedestal. (image: Club Pedestal)

I often marvel at just how happy the women at London's Club Pedestal are. And by extension, their slaves. It comes pretty close to Nirvana for a night.

The wonderful lady in the picture is clearly having fun No idea who she is and the reason I noticed her are not her armpits, but they made me think of something odd. According to the femdom police it must humiliating for a slave to clean mistress' armpits with their tongue. Not that anyone takes them serious. According to their rule book dominant women are not allowed to enjoy vanilla sex either. Silly bunch.

Never tried it - no not the vanilla sex - but I for one don't consider it humiliating, a little odd perhaps. Depending on who your mistress is, it's possible you actually enjoy it. So don't make the mistake thinking a submissive act by definition equals humiliation, you'll be disappointed.

As for the lovely lady, it's the aura of happiness that caught my eye, but what makes me weak in the knees are her eyes. Mesmerizing. All the more reason to visit Pedestal soon. Nope. Never have and never will. Can't explain, sorry. But it will always be a joy to see so many happy, dominant women gathering, spreading the beauty of femdom. Please carry on.

History of BDSM's Link Round-Up Shows It's a Big, Big World Indeed

Mistress Mir, in what I hope, is an appropriate choice, writing about the History of BDSM blog.

If you end up on this blog because you miss Tumblr, leave now. To everybody else it won't come as a surprise that I enjoy the History of BDSM's monthly link round-up. Excellent format, something old and something new and some stuff beaten black and blue. For some reason the news moves slower once it crosses over to the Dark Side, so it makes sense as well.

The reading list for March 2020 doesn't disappoint either. As usual, I don't like the selection at first glance. I'm wrong.

Discovering Your Inner Domme

[By accident]

Prank fail when the team from Salty Mermaid shot a reverse hoodie clip.

Everybody is freaking out over our prank fail on FB & IG, so we figured we’d share it here, too, in honor of April Fool’s Day 😂😂#prank #pranksgonewrong pic.twitter.com/GVQFIGguIc

— Salty Mermaid Entertainment (@saltymermaident) April 1, 2020

Calling All Goddesses

"I told you not to call Ghostbusters."

Some women believe there is not a single man on this planet who likes freckles. We're all entitled to our opinions, but prejudice doesn't equal fact, right OWK? More often than not, the two of them are at logger heads.

In a recent post, femdom blogger Paltego marvels at the technical skills filling out an on-line session form. Good idea or bad? Yes and no. Of course it's efficient, but are on-line session forms also the most effective?

Face Time With Mistress

femdom is sexy.

"Houston, we definitely don't have problem. Wait for Apollo 13, not kidding you. Camera and mic of, please. #11 out."

Sometimes silly guys have all the luck.

Last night my Love and mistress suddenly says we need more face time. Being the super-smart guy I think I know I am for sure, I was perplexed.

"But my One True Love ['n' mistress], webcams are sold out."

Snappy retort: "you're clearly not as smart as you believe you are."

"But, but, but..."
"But you are sitting on the couch next to me!"
"How, what?"

Moments later I find myself on the floor, face up, eager for what comes next. Lucky me, she never disappoints. In fact, the circumstances lead me to believe mistress is looking forward to this as much as I am, only longer.

Why do mistresses have all the [foreplay] fun? So unfair. Don't worry, no regrets, I'm in a happy place and it'll only get better, scout's honour. I'm gonna make this a shared experience [1]. Let's hope my devotion pleases mistress. Dutch signing of, eagerly because I have better things to do.

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[1] Inner voice to self: "If I play my cards right, I end up on the floor tomorrow night and the night after that. And. And. And. Yay!"

A Domme Is Not An Evil Overlord

Obviously "Overlord" is the vanilla equivalent of the Other World Kingdom (OWK). For those ladies and gentlemen that are pure of heart, please ignore.

What comes next is a long story. Did Dutch learn anything? I vaguely remember rule 33 dealing with formal occassions. And something about hot leather outfits, cool! Enter mistress Saint Lawrence [first on the left] - supreme sadist with a heart - and friends.

Clearly I was onto something when I wrote about the new 007 née James Bond. And no, Gillian Anderson doesn't get the part. Literally lost in translation is the fun of the baddie torturing Mr. License to Kill, allowing him to escape before serious harm disables him. Very soon that license will be transferred to a woman and nobody who's into femdom understands the point of making a female slave suffering for her master. There goes the franchise.

Can't remember how I stumbled upon it, but some people do have a lot of free time on their hands. Not one, but two people simultaneously started compiling a list of major pitfalls to be avoided if you want to live happy ever after as an evil overlord. And because I crave to serve, I humbly translate 11 of the best for those mistresses we all worships and obey. Nothing else we can do, once we fall under the spell of our Infallible Overlady. Or is there?

All Hail Spring

Tomorrow. Only one more night. Don't get excited yet. April 2020 starts when you wake up.

Cherry trees in full blossom, accentuating what female supremacy can be all about. Who needs hot leather outfits? Mistress Saint-Lawrence means business in a finely balanced mash-up with spring-time in Tokyo. Gaia is a woman. We men are eternally grateful for that.

Don't know about you, but to me the first day of April always feels kinda special. The Northern Hemisphere where I live, anxiously awaits the arrival of the rebirth of nature. Only a fool disagrees.

On this special day, initially I felt like celebrating the arrival of spring 2020 by writing about die-hard dommes building better-than-brilliant dungeons out of nothing more than tiny Lego blocks. Size 1:1 for good measure that is.

Even a Cane Needs Love

Dark days call for serious science.

We live in dangerous times, mostly because of the fake news that is out to get us. Drinking bleach is not a cure and it never will, it's dangerous. By comparison gargling with salt water or vinegar solution is simply a futile act.

Scientists in unrelated fields have flocked to medicine to help find a solution. Among them are leading brain from the field of femdom. One of them is Frau Doktor Von Whippingstein, a dominant researcher on canes and their effectiveness.

Now that she has joined the fight, Frau Doktor "asked" me to write a preliminary report on the findings of her latest research. Glad to be of service, not that I would dare to disobey her. Just the thought of it scares the hell out of me.

Recently Frau Doktor Von Whippingstein has been studying the life and happiness of canes. As it turns out even canes need love. Not only does a little TLC make them happy, it also makes them at least 11 percent more effective, provided they're put to good use on a regular basis. Still, most slaves would want a little more of mistress' sent their way rather than to her cane. For more than one reason obviously.

Why Men Surrender

It's all about happy femdom, smiling women, Einstein and a hot stove or something.

No man should fight gravity or destiny. Certainly not with that look on her face. Happy femdom. (Image features mistress Barbara of Latin Beauties in High Heels, source unknown)

Femdom is about fun, wrapped in a different colour gift paper than most vanilla prezzies. Despite that, having fun as a slave often feels like giving away your most-prized possession. So why do we keep on suffering?

As always the answer is gravity, female gravity to be exact. Nobody needs hot leather outfits, doesn't hurt either. Neither do looks, skin colour and age matter. Female gravity is about her wow factor. Don't worry when you meet the one, you'll understand.