Piss-Poor Judgment

Singer Sophia Urista showers fan with love

[As in pees on him during concert]

'The show must go on.'

At first I found it hard to believe the event actually happened when I read about it on mistress Scarlett's blog. During a concert earlier this month in Florida Sophia Urista, frontwoman for cover band Brass Against needed to use the bathroom. Claiming she couldn't make it to the bathroom, she decided to make a show out of it instead. A male fan was 'dragged' onto the stage and she peed all over him, live in front of the audience.

Let Love Rule

Take it from the devil you know

Equality is the only way. And not because nobody wants to be the better half in a loving relationship.

Lesley-Ann Brandt as the demon Mazikeen in the TV show Lucifer

Everybody says they understand, but who really does? Time for some more telly. Ask me why I write about Doctor Who and I'll say it's a highly eductional show. Otherwise no comment. [1] My readers confess en masse they never grasped the true power of television untill they started reading this blog. Best relationship tool ever. TV that is. Like we say in Dutch: look further than your nose long is, AKA think! 

Finally Getting To Know Mistress T

It's a start

Please pay attention to mistress T's seriously fluffy (and very silly) bunny slippers.

Heard a lot about mistress T. Some good, some bad. Happens when you're famous and successful. For while I've been wanting to write about mistress T. The star of many fetish videos, mostly her own productions, but also guest appearances on sites like The English Mansion, has a large and loyal following, if such a thing exists. I'm not one of them [1] One day I stumbled upon her blog. Probably not my cup of tea - age has nothing to do with it - but something has changed after reading her website. Now I think 'wow, she's kinda interesting.'

Working Nine To Five

Are dommes made or born?

hand-powered powerful tools

Still on slave hiatus after my birthday bash. Oh my, how I hate power tools - more exactly people who don't know how to use them properly. How can it be that mistress had more fun on my birthday than I? Not fair!

Confined to desk work for some days to come, I'm day dreaming. When I saw this image it made me wonder: are dommes made or born. Yes I know the whole nature versus nurture debate is boring stuff but still.

Not exactly sure what's going on in this image. Other options are that this is a picture taken during the Second World War, where women were allowed to join the war effort by working in the factories. That doesn't quit explain why she is inspecting cricket bats. Pretty useless tools to win a war. Besides, you can win the (cricket) game but loose the war. Or perhaps the lady won a prize contest. First prize a life time supply of multi-purpose wooden implements. Doesn't make much sense either.  I can't make sense of it, if you can let me know.

The image stands out because of her body language but even more so her eyes. If only I had paid more attention to my Love's happy eyes when she smiled and told me she was getting me power tools indeed for my birthday I'd still be able to walk and not have to wonder about the true intentions of the girl in the picture. 

Isn't it romantic?

Doctor Who: Discussions on Natural Dominance

The dominant Doctor is back. Today is for die-hard fans only. Sorry. 

Don't be fooled, you can learn a lot by watching television.

Post birthday bash I'm still sore. From now on I have a love/hate relationship with powertools. At least that gives me time to write. You'll have to wait for that post on the Ikea dungeon because last night I watched Doctor Who and learned something important. No, not that the Tardis is actually made by Ikea, it isn't. Nor is there any relation between Ikea bleu and Tardis blue.

Power Tools: The Birthday Gift That Keeps On Giving

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?

It's Hard Being a Gimp

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. 

Gratitude

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.

'Not Dressing Men'

Of course not. Why would you?

Objectify us instead! And if we ask nicely? Please, please?

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.

Things Femdom Doesn't Teach You About Doctors

A real world tale about your favourite handyman-slave.

'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."

Theresa Berkley Had A Horse

And a whip, but no actual horses were hurt yielding it [rather ferociously].

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.