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.

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