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.

Femdom Fashion Crime - Ultimate Edition

Absolutely disgusting 

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.

Smile? Check? Lifting him higher? Check. Quel horror below the waist. Never.

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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. 

Downsizing The Femdom Show

Forever forced to skinny-dip, denied the jump in the pool.

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 Never Annoying

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.

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 the opposite.

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.

The Price You Pay For Femdom

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.

Only Fans: Are 'Our' Banks the New Taliban?

Religious-financial complex strikes again

Platform to ban porn under pressure from payment processors.

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.