Be careful what you wish for...
Just like last year and the years before, today, November 11, is my birthday. Yes, your favourite DIY slave is celebrating he's getting older. A while back my Love and mistress asked me what I wanted for my birthday. With Covid-19 getting in the way of doing some serious travel I asked for power tools. OK, and peace on earth but frankly who needs that when you have so many awesome power tools?
Not being a native English speaker made me look up the word gimp. To my surprise it's from the 1994 Quentin Tarantino movie 'Pulp Fiction'. Gimp is a mute character dressed head to toe in a leather bondage suit. He's probably a hitchhiker or something who has been locked up in somebody's basement for several years. There is a lot in the movie that doesn't make sense. The 'get the gimp' scene could've easily been omitted. It's not relevant in any way.
These days everybody knows what a gimp is. Still I was surprised to see it as the topic of a 30 second film on the theme of vertigo. It's hilarious and reminded me of a post by pro-domme Miss Margot about when the wife came home early. 'I had the guy tied to his bed and I’d just attached two long zippers of clothespins to his chest, when I heard the very distinctive sound of a deadbolt pulling back from a lock. I froze and my ears perked up.'
No time to get the toys out of sight but at least Miss Margot was able to hide under the bed, which is infinitely better than standing on a ridge in full bondage gear. Just watch.
On Reddit somebody asked what do you like best about BDSM. Cool question if you ignore the fact that femdom is part of me, so let's park the answer for some other time. Despite the fact that I was born this way - and knew from an early age I was - Dutch didn't grow up to be the ultimate slave. Rather the opposite, the qualities that make me fun to be with in vanilla life, such as being a little rebellious and an assertive personality, are not things you brag about once you cross over to the Dark Side. Being impatient isn't the best quality a slave can have either.
Lucky for me then all those bad slave habits work very well for me during day time. Make no mistake, I love my kink, I need it. But sometimes it's hard. Kink works best when you play with someone compatible. For me that usually means a woman who approaches my inner rebel with the light touch. And yes the light touch only relates to my inner rebel.
Not being deeply submissive by nature can make it an overwhelming experience when it does happen. Imagine yourself sitting at your mistress feet experiencing a sudden rush of joy when you realise where you are: looking up to her, grateful to be loved by her and to be her slave. It doesn't happen often - or at least not nearly often enough - but when it does, it's beautiful. Gratitude is the most glorious gift your Love and mistress can give you.
There are other images to illustrate how I feel, but none more so than this. Femdom can be a thing of beauty.
Of course not. Why would you?
Objectify us instead! And if we ask nicely? Please, please?
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| Gorgeous woman, lucky object. |
Suitsupply is a mid-end men's tailoring brand. They sell a lot of suits to students and young men entering the work force. Their success is based on a single strategy: objectification of women. Happens all the time, it's just that Suitsupply is doing it rather successfully. Four years ago the company decides to branch out into business suits for women. Blogger Ciara Hall has a very good explanation of how the average fashion campaign works.
A real world tale about your favourite handyman-slave.
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'Doctor, you have a dangerous smile I find hard to resist. But why
that big needle?' |
Everybody knows Dutch is the best handyman there is. Mostly when no-one else is around. Nobody was. The bloody trail from the guest room to the kitchen sink is living proof. Don't worry, I didn't die. Instead I called an old friend, who is a doctor and lives five, six, seven time zone's ahead of me. After waking her up, she says: "go see your GP and let me go back to sleep."
And a whip, but no actual horses were hurt yielding it [rather ferociously].
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| Flagellation. An 18th Century engraving presented to the Royal Society in hopes they could explain the appeal. (image: Dirty Sexy History) |
Writing about Downsizing the Femdom Show turns out to be my entrance to Alice in Wonderland. 'How about guests appreciating your bold choice of having two, not just one, Berkley horses in your dining room?' And down the rabbit hole we go.
It happened long before the arrival of mobile phones and the internet. Don't remember which book it was, but in one of them the wife finds her business card in his wallet. His narrow escape? It says she breeds horses. Perhaps it was the Happy Hooker, a well-know New York madam in the 1960's and 1970's who went on Dutch television some years ago accompanied by her slave girl of whom the interviewer - rather surprisingly - accepted that 'she' didn't speak. Horses, Berkley Horse, tongue in cheek? To me that sounds just like her.
Absolutely disgusting
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| This image is so offensive I had to pixilate parts of it. |
No animals were hurt conducting this crime, nor does it include leather. Doesn't mean it's not bad. On top of that, there is something else that worries me. Whose fault is it? Is it mistress', being the arbiter of all things or slaveboy for bringing shame on his mistress.
From one slave to another, the correct order to undress yourself in front of mistress is shoes, socks, upper body, lower body. [1] [2] Below a map of the do's and don'ts. It's that easy.
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Smile? Check? Lifting him higher? Check. Quel horror below the waist.
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[1] Chastity devices not included, wherever applicable.
[2] No OWK, wrong again. Put a sock in it. To worship women means all women.
[3] Please forgive me for not spending more time to find a better [more horrible] illustration today.
Forever forced to skinny-dip, denied the jump in the pool.
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| Lady Britt in full swing, her lovely hands guiding the lucky slave towards him claiming the inevitable spoils of his 'reward'. After his first reward that is. |
Everybody remembers the summer of 2020. Me, because of what I didn't write about The Truman Show, a 1998 movie about a man whose life is secretly tracked on camera. Truman lives in a bubble but manages to escape in the end. But what if his character is both submissive and lives in a reality occupied by dominant women, one which he doesn't want to leave?
Last year Femdom Resource wrote a series on public play. Paltego concludes with some remarks about consent. It's good to read the comments to his various posts.
So what didn't I write? It's about my longing to submerge in a world where femdom is the natural order of things, rather than dipping one toe in the swimming pool, holding your breath.
Wouldn't it be nice for visitors to admire the collection of canes hanging from the living room wall? How about guests appreciating your bold choice of having two, not just one, Berkley horses in your dining room?
In my dreams I always buy two adjacent houses, connected by an underground tunnel. Both are decorated the same, except for one thing. Yes, the Dark Side's cupboard has only half the number of dinner plates. Luckily that's being offset by an equal number of dog bowls. And that's just the beginning
Consent is a moment in time, one that is fleeting at best. Saying no is forever. [3]
Consensual non-consensual is real because we choose so. Non-consensual never is. Nor is it a choice.
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Powerful image from the Burning Man festival: two grown-ups with their
backs to each other, while their inner child connect. Sadly, today is about
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Welcome to Dutch' average Saturday morning, reading the papers. War to the left. Election fraud to the right. Stuff happening in Timbuktu staring right back at you. When is it not? Something going on at the Hogwarts School of Magic. Different realm. Next up a story about our kids doomed before they reach the age of 11. Finally there's the latest invention to save mankind. Why would we? Don't ask. And yes, it's going to be expensive, courtesy of grateful tax-payers. And no that's not the sort of non-consensual consensual I'm writing about. Whatever the news, I no longer care.
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They're saving up for their very own Berkely horse [read on] Meanwhile this is just as effective. |
In the end, slaves are no different from vanilla guys. We all love women. All women. All the time. It's just the details that vary. The other day I spoke to my 80+ neighbour. Dad always pushed her and her little sis, two years her junior, to explore the world. I strongly believe it's something all dads should do. Back than it was pretty special.
Dutch is an average guy. Apart from monster trucks and fire engines there's not much to talk about with other men. Except for football [soccer] of course. But that's basically it. Somehow my conversations with women hardly ever include car mechanics or foul play.
There was this one time I met a lovely women who was an engineer. Together we discussed the science of skyscrapers. Almost that is. She explained a couple of supercool things about their design challenges, the ones they never talk about on Discovery Channel. Like the fact that very tall buildings have several empty floors to counterbalance forceful winds. After which we moved the discussion to the bedroom. Let's be honest, not everything in life is about femdom or skyscrapers. [1]
I kind of miss her. Not because she's the ideal women to design the perfect dungeon but because she is a lot of fun, smart and curious about a lot of things. And yes, happy memories. It's the price one pays for kink. You can ring up an old girlfriend to ask her for advice on refitting your roof with solar panels. Asking her to calculate the approximate pressure under which a Berkley horse breaks under the combined pressure of whips and screams of a bound and gagged slave? Not exactly. Guess we didn't get to know each other that well.
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[1] If femdom is a derivate of love and lust, what do sky scrapers stand for. Definitely not women against chastity, although my engineering friend would certainly oppose it. 'What a waste of good, clean fun for two' I can almost hear her say. You can trust her, she's not only an engineer but also a lot of fun. [2]
[2] As I'm writing this, I think of her and smile.
[3] The only mistress that I know of who is also an engineer is Ella Kross, And no, we've never met.
Religious-financial complex strikes again
Platform to ban porn under pressure from payment processors.
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Theocracy is the best? You could've fooled me. |
So the Taliban are horrible monsters? Yes. Let's assume for a moment they're deeply religious instead of deeply flawed. Would that change the outcome of how women are being treated in Afghanistan? No. Born and raised in the Christian tradition, Dutch has seen the many ways the Bible has been 'interpreted' to suit the needs of those who interpret the holy book. Why would it be any different for the Qu'ran? Even if the Taliban were as pious as they pretend to be, women would still be banned from Afghan society.