Tuesday, 30 June 2015

how to love a man

I have a beard for as soon as the hairs began to grow, I think. Love the man, love the beard!

Sunday, 28 June 2015

How to tie a tie

Almost exactly a year later, a new post about neckties. I love a good tie. I almost wear a tie, of the pleasure this little phallus symbol gives me. I was the only one at school that actually wear a tie to school everyday. I was 14 or 15, 15 I think. Rebellion comes in odd shapes and sizes.

Now I have a very big collection of ties with a company logo, and it is a favourite present when some one doesn't know what to buy for me: A tie is always good.
I'm sure there is no connection at all with D/s and love to tie knots at all. Looking back I spent hours and hours tying my ties. Looking back I do know why now...

As a late fathers day present:

Friday, 26 June 2015

Virgin strawberry pina colada

Mmmm, summer day. Summer drink. Non alcoholico. Not from principle, but because I don't care for it much. Sooo.... here's the recipe for today's drink:


  • 8 strawberries
  • 2oz coconut cream
  • 5oz pineapple juice
  • 1 cup crushed ice


  1. Blend all the ingredients in a blender at high speed.
  2. Pour into a tall glass and decorate with maraschino cherry and a pineapple slice.
 I have tasted it, and it didn't look as pretty as the picture but it tasted good!

Thursday, 25 June 2015


There are a few things that are more sexy than making a woman drink a drink she can't see, but not many. Judge for yourself...

Wednesday, 24 June 2015


A lot of people know how wonderful complex Bach's music is. This is a piece from facebook, and I like to share it with you. Not really sure the link does work on Blogger, but it's worth a try.
It's Bach's Wohltempierte Klavier, or as the Americans say The Well Tempered Clavier.
I wish you could see it, because it makes you see how wonderful the construction of the music really is...

Das Wohltempierte Klavier

Bach- The Well Tempered Clavier for Sinfini Music
باخ به روایت نور و صدا ......Bach- The Well Tempered Clavier for Sinfini Musicبا تشکر از امید
Posted by Mezzo on maandag 22 juni 2015

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

On my way home

Today the most wonderful thing happened. It really was a stressful day at the office, the mood is quite depressing at the moment. Anyway I rode almost 20 km (12,4 miles) home on my bike in the motregen. Motregen is a Dutch word for drizzle. Only Motregen is a beautiful word. For the few people (Appy) who can pronounce it. Mot-regen. An old word from the 16th century with it origins of rain like dust. Motregen as anyone knows can make you very, very, very, very wet. One small drop at a time it sucks trough your clothes until it finds a home on your skin.

So Han van Meegeren wasn't in a wonderful mood. Cold, hungry and wanting to get home. You get the picture. And then I saw a mother with her daughter on their bikes. The mum was holding with one hand her daughter about 6 or 7 years old (how do I know?). And behind them was a smaller child (5 or 6 years) on a smaller bike. With smaller legs on smaller pedals. And next to her was her father. And she shouted: Mam, Mam, Mam. (Mam short for Mama, isn't it nice all these Dutch words). And the mother without looking back at her child - probably used to this hearing it all day - shouted back, Ja, ja, ja. (Ja is so much shorter then Yes. Pronounce: Jah.) And the kid shouted "Look, I can ride faster than daddy". Moving her feet like a madman. And she was. Faster than her dad.

It really made my day.

Monday, 22 June 2015

Monday, a beautiful day to tie

And what a tie it is! Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as this. A new week. A new beginning. a new tie!

Sunday, 21 June 2015

Bow and scrape

It that a yellow bird on the top of the bow? It is a world map on the background? Is the point of the arrow a key? And where, where are all these people on the bridge walking towards?

To all dads: Happy Fathers' Day!

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Nipples again

What is it with you, Han? Nipples, Jeez! They are just.. nipples. Made for breastfeeding you know. First you write ode to the nipple in the A-Z challenge you make N = Nipple play where you showed this painting:

Well, today I want to show you this picture, clearly inspired on Gabrielle d'Estrées et une de ses soeurs. The artist of the picture below is unknown to me, just like the picture above.

We see both girls in the window but they have no time for us, They only have eyes for each other. Yet the heads are pointing at us. The breasts same shape and size brown and white are at plain sight. And although the pinching of the nipple of the white girl would suggest dominance over the brown girl, she holds her hand on the white girls shoulder.

The brown girls other hand is on her back. A submissive gesture as well?

Han, not all things are to be translated in Domination and submission.
But still...

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

So much to learn

I'm eager to learn new things. In my work, at home, and there are so very few subjects that doesn't interest me. Soooo, When I came across this one, I just had to share all this new knowledge.
For knowledge is not for keeping to yourself, but always sharing....


Sunday, 14 June 2015


Looking back it must be 1984,1985 when we (we is the company I worked for, a 100 employee firm run by a married couple, and yours truly) bought an IBM XT. The IBM PC XT was the successor of the IBM PC. The XT stands for EXtended Technology. An Intel 8088-processor on board no no less than 10MB hard disk. More memory: we began with 256kb internal memory and I upgraded that later to it's maximum 640 kb. Boy, that made a difference!  Each time the computer started it displayed on a black screen the green numbers until it reached 640 kb OK, and then got to the DOS prompt: C:>

The IBM XT had PC Dos, the IBM clones (every other computer had MS Dos - that's right MS from Bill Gates MicroSoft). PC Dos was basically the same as MS Dos. And so was BASIC. A manual was part of our new computer. I thought is was so wonderful. In a weird way it is power as well: power to demand that the user will do exactly what you want him to do. 

Buying a real IBM meant you bought state-of-the-art software too. Who remembers Ashton Tate's DBase III? It was a database. No, it was THE Database standard in those days. If you combine it with Wordstar (for writing letters and, more important, bills) and Lotus 1-2-3 by Lotus (now part of IBM), well you had the dream team in those days. And we had.

Dreaming of the dream team....

Saturday, 13 June 2015


Some stories in the bible have inspired painters for centuries. David and Bathsheba is one of them. There are many, many painters who painted this story of lust and what it does to a man. This picture by Rembrandt is very famous. It's in the Louvre and it is called Bathsheba holding King David's Letter.

Rembrandt - Bathsheba holding King David's Letter


The story

The story of David's seduction of Bathsheba, told in 2 Samuel 11, is omitted in Chronicles. It is the story of this king (David). He couldn't sleep went up to his rooftop and saw on another rooftop this wife of one of his generals bathing on the rooftop.

van Haarlem

She was so beautiful the king summoned her to his house and slept with her. Just once, you know.

(Bathsheba's toilet, Cornelis Cornelisz. van Haarlem, 1594)

And some time after that she sent him a note just saying "I'm pregnant". With a husband far away the king didn't want gossip in his palace and summoned her husband Uriah and "rewards" him with a visit to his home, being so long from home and all that. And with a beautiful wife at home, they would fuck like rabbits, nine months later and Uriah's child would be born.

Anonymous painter, 17th century

Brilliant plan, if not the guy says: "No, if my comrades don't have a comfortable bed to sleep in, I will not either so I will sleep with them in the fields."

Willem Drost 1654 Bathsheba
Ahum. Problem bigger than ever. A new scheme:

So David sends him to the battlefield and orders an attack and gives instructions to send Uriah to the place where he is most likely to die. And he does. A cover up than between the General who send Uriah and the King, and the King sends his wife Bathsheba a letter and informs her of her husbands death. After the mourning period they get married. A "wonderful gesture" of king David to take care of the wife of one of his generals.

All wonderful pictures, the breasts on the picture of Drost are supposed to be the "most perfect round breasts ever painted", but it's not what this post is about. This post is about another painting of Rembrandt of David and Bathsheba of Rembrandt. Less known perhaps, dark, but a wonderful painting, so Rembrandt, nonetheless. Light and dark like only Rembrandt can paint. It is in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Rembrandt van Rijn 1643, The toilet of Bathsheba

Bathsheba is being prepared for her erotic encounter with King David who can just be seen on the walls of his palace at upper left looking down at Bathsheba.
The theme and the focus of this painting is Bathsheba's toilette. And there is a reason why.

The maid (the same as in the picture on top of this post?), as in almost all great toilette scenes, is the "artist" painting Bathsheba with her paintbrush-shaped tool. Beside the old woman a small saucer filled with water represents her "palette" with what looks like a sponge in it. Artists actually use sponges to paint. Rembrandt's signature is on the raised dais directly below the saucer thereby strengthening the link to the artist. Above her is a large tray and silver jug, the jug's side shaped like a reflective eye. In it lies a gold chain like those given to great artists by their royal patrons. Rembrandt had painted himself actually wearing one he never received in 1629.

Like Bach, Rembrandt added a moral to this picture, a man in the Golden Age would have noticed, but we seem to have forgotten. If you look from a distance to this paintings you might see the contours of a human face in it, the the eyes and a very big nose. One eye is in the dark, a symbol for David's lack of insight and the left eye is in the light, a sunlit place in the painting to indicate perception of the viewer. Now if you have seen some of Rembrandt self portraits you might have noticed his nose was not very small. So it is possible that we look at Rembrandt looking at Bathsheba like David would have done. The maid paints her toenails like Rembrandt paints the maid. And so, we, those that look upon this vision of beauty, and lust after her, commit the same felony David did. A moral in the 17th century that was very common and well understood in those days.

The contours of Rembrandt's face
Did I want to educate my blog readers, or did it gave me an excuse to look at all those lovely breasts? Did I choose this subject because the paintings were so wonderful, or hormones bringing you all of this?

Wednesday, 10 June 2015

Her body is not a democracy

When I first saw this picture I had to laugh so hard. Men seem to take it for granted, but some women have a need to be told  over and over again. So this one is for by beloved. You own all of this.

Tuesday, 9 June 2015


Heedful: (adjective) taking heed; attentive; mindful; thoughtful; careful:
He was always heedful of others' needs.

Monday, 8 June 2015

Remember Weight Watchers

Remember Weight Watchers? 2 liters (2 qt)  of water each and every day. And for those who detest the taste of plain water, here is a recipe for water with flavour. This is one I like.

Pineapple Mint Flavored Water

Pineapple Mint Flavored Water (a hint of minty sweetness). Add a sprig of mint to the jar--you can throw in the whole sprig; or, remove the leaves from the sprig, if you prefer to have the mint swimming around and distributing in the jar. Muddle the mint--the goal is to bruise the leaves and release their flavor--don't pulverize them into bits. Add pineapple pieces, press and twist with the muddler to release juices. Add ice to the top and then water. Stir, cover, and refrigerate.

Naturally Flavored Water -- An easy formula for making an endless variety of fruit and herb infused waters. Say goodbye to soda, juice, and bottled water! www.theyummylife.com/Flavored_Water

Sunday, 7 June 2015


Once a year our school went to a park. And I lived in Den Haag, a big city to Dutch standards, and we lived in a working-class neighborhood. Our school outing when I was 10 and 11 was Drievliet. Drievliet was nothing more than a playground. Nothing less either. With swings, rockers, trampolines and a merry-go-round. Long wooden benches where we would sit and eat the sandwiches we took from home. The school provided lemonade and the bus would take us "home". Where, yes we would duck so all the parents waiting for the bus would think the bus was empty.

I remember that I bought a postcard, probably one like this one, and put a stamp on it I got from home. I and would send the postcard to my mother and father so they would know I was away...

Drievliet is old. The house was in the middle between The Hague and Delft and this estate was already mentioned in 1611, at the point where three rivers crossed. Drie is Dutch for Three.

De Vliet to Leiden to your left, de Delftse Vliet to the right and in front of us the Haagvliet. The house is probably built in 1625 and was mentioned in a property settlement in 1682. The house a country seat for many years in this quiet row of country seats along the river. 
In 1938 is was bought by a new owner who transformed the house into a café, a tea garden and a playground. In 1951 the first tourist attraction was added and many more followed. 

Nowadays more thrill rides have been added as the family park was modernized. The park is on my way to work with the bike and I stopped last week to take a picture:

The house is now no longer a part of Drievliet. It is a Chinese restaurant called The Chinese Wall and as you can see nothing in it makes you think of the daughter of Johan van Gogh who got it from her father when she married Arnout van Beaumont. I know the restaurant well, because it was the favourite restaurant of my mother in law. They have this all-you-can-eat-buffets that are so popular in Holland. A Chinese restaurant is (I don't know how it is in your county) in the Netherlands the place to be if you are with a large group of people for an affordable price. So I have been there quite some times.

Strange how a place can change in one's life. First a playground in schooldays, a restaurant in family days and now a resting point in my bike ride from home to work and vice versa. But it still looks lovely to me.

Saturday, 6 June 2015

Naughty ballpoint

These pictures made me think of the ballpoints my father used to have, hidden away somewhere, where the woman was dressed but if you turned the ballpoint upside down, suddenly the girl was without clothes...

I found these two wonderful pictures and, you know, the are just too pretty not to share.

Thursday, 4 June 2015

Seems like yesterday

Yesterday my mother died. Many years ago, almost as much as my daughter is now. I woke up yesterday and I could hear the telephone ringing like it did the night she died. In the middle of the night. There was a time when somebody thought it was fun to call me in the middle of the night just to hang up when I answered. I'm glad that over. My first thought is when the phone rings at night: my father is dead.
I'm glad it is quiet again at night.

The phone didn't ring yesterday of course. Just my dreams I think. I meditated a short while got a quick shower and went off to work. At work a co-worker was complaining about her kids. They are in their teens and quite a handful. And I tried to explain to her the things a mother does, even more so than a father, are so important to a child and at some day and time her kids would remember what she did for them. She looked at me with that: "good-advice-old-man"-look. It doesn't matter.

Yesterday I was at my fathers house like we often do at June, 3rd. Only this time the door was closed and my sister told me he had gone to his girlfriend. Ah well. 18 years ago. A lifetime for many. He moved on. Good for him. Have I moved on? In a way. I like to spend time with my family on her birthday and on the day she died. I talk of her a lot, I have found out and not only the nice and fun memories, but also the little bad habits she had. Like she was really mad at us for being a few minutes late at the hospital visiting hour. When the visiting hour began we should have been there. That we all worked and had to race to get there in the first place was irrelevant. Ah yes, she was like that.

I understand it if you don't get it: after 18 years still writing about her. But sometimes it seems yesterday, you know....

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

The three graces in three centuries

 Story of the three graces

The Three Graces were minor goddesses and nymphs and according to Greek Mythology were the daughters of Zeus, the king of the gods and the Oceanid called Eurynome a nymph of the water-ways and clouds, who was represented by a statue of what we would call a mermaid.
A different story is that Helios and the naiad Aegle were the parents of the Charities. The Three Graces were reputed to be the essence of beauty, charm, and grace and were closely associated with the Nine Muses who presided and inspired song, dance, music, poetry and the sciences. They were regarded as the inspirers of the qualities which give attractiveness to wisdom, love, culture and social interaction. The names of the Three Graces were Aglaia, Thalia, and Euphrosyne.


Allegory of Spring

Primavera, also known as Allegory of Spring, is a painting by Italian Renaissance artist Sandro Botticelli. Painted ca. 1482, it displays the three graces to the left from the middle of the painting. It is one of the most famous paintings in the world.Since 1919 the painting has been part of the collection of the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy.


 At least as wonderful are these three graces by 
The three women in the painting may represent stages of development of woman, with the girded figure on the left representing the maiden (Chastitas) and the woman to the right maturity (Voluptas). Notice how we use the English word voluptuous in a different meaning and not according to the Latin original: the right maturity.


The last one (today at least) is by Peter Paul Rubens, the famous Flemish painter. It was painted 150 years later and it is now at the Royal Alcazar of Madrid. I just love the softness of Rubens painting, the expressions, the erotic display of the naked body. Aglaia, Thalia, and Euphrosyne, according to Rubens. (Rubens made more paintings of the three graces, but this one I like best).

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

End of Quattuordecim challenge

We talked today about the Q-challenge that started in June last year and have been on and off in our lives as I have shared with you. Today we have talked about the two envelopes left and if and how to end the challenge. Wanita didn't want me to share with you why she wanted to stop, but she did. She didn't want to know what was in the last two envelopes and that I will share with you:

Envelope number 9:

Get one dice. You will go within 14 days to the hairdresser and dye your hair in the colour that is on the dice:

  1. The colour it is now
  2. Black
  3. Blonde
  4. Red
  5. Silver
  6. Purple
If you accept this challenge you will get one bonus point for the numbers 2 and higher. If you roll 1 you still go to the hairdresser and dye the hair in the same colour.

Envelope number 14:

We will go shopping today. We go to the only sexshop in our city and you buy an anal vibrator with remote control. You pay the shopkeeper the money I gave you. After that we will go to a restaurant, put the buttplug in and you give me the remote control. If you keep the vibrator plug in until we get home you will win one Q-point. If you don't reach home with the buttplug for me to take out, the challenge will be lost.

The end

The aim of the challenge was to add variety and an element of surprise in our relationship. And I think it worked wonderful. Maybe it lasted too long, who knows. I think Wanita did a wonderful job and I will be glad to pay 70% of a wellness day of a Spa of her choice.

Monday, 1 June 2015


A blindfold seems such a simple instrument of D/s but it really isn't. To be able to see what is happening around you is important, and deprived of that can be very scary. Not being able to see what he (or she of course) has in his hands. Your hearing is better now. It has to be. You concentrate on what you hear, instead of what you see. Maybe your sense of smell is so well developed you can smell him behind you. What will he do?
A blindfold allows you to concentrate on his voice, on his commands, but it also can make you retreat in your own world, in your own fears. That is why it is so important that the Dominant keeps watching for both of them when she can't see. To recognize the signs of fear, of panic.

A blindfold can also free you from any inhibitions you may have. You may feel ashamed for instance to masturbate in front of your Dominant, but the darkness can set you free and make you push over that threshold. It can be liberating not to see his face, and just concentrate on your own feelings.

A blindfold really belongs in your own personal playbox.
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