The mirror of positivity

We are spending the weekend in an Airbnb in Amsterdam. Mostly we hae been spending time with a friend who is not in such a good plae right now. But also having some fun. Sadly there is no great view as the large window in our bedroom overooks a drab courtyard Outside revealing shots are tricky as it has been very cold and wet. But in the kitchen area is a wonderful mirror, covered in wonderfuly positive words. I’ve nmed it the mirror of positivity. So, this week’s Sinful Sunday image is a simple selfie taken of me reflected in the mirror of positivity.

Sinful Sunday

Blogging A-Z 2018: A

This is the third year that I have participated in Blogging A-Z. This year i am going to try to make my topics a little more mainstream. They will, however clearly link to kink and may on occasion be NSFW.

A is for Amsterdam

Amsterdam is important to Master and I for many reasons. For him it is a place he went to work during a difficult time in life, but it is a place of many happy memories. Work may have been challenging at times, but he learned the language (as much as is possible for an English person) and he explored much more of the country than is usual. Sex was important part of his life at that time, something he explored through the sex workers he met during that time. One of those lovely ladies is now a friend to us both, her life is different now. But our friendship was created through theirs in the late 90’s.

I have some fantastic memories of our trips to that wonderful city. It is interesting to visit a city such as Amsterdam with someone who knows it so well. This means that we steer clear of the most tourist focused areas, including most of the red light district and pubs. Instead we have a few favourite restaurants and bars and explore great canal areas, buildings and galleries. On one trip we travelled out to Otterlo, home of the Kröller-Müller museum and Hoge Veluwe National Park. We cycled around the park in early spring and visited the wonderful collection of paintings including many by Van Gough.

We have stayed in some beautiful hotel rooms in Amsterdam, a boutique hotel where I tried my first dutch gin in the little honesty bar. A huge room with its own large jacuzzi bath and sauna. As well the hotel for our trip in December, before our stay got extended due to the snow

Amsterdam hotel room with it’s own jacuzzi bath and sauna

 

 

Through the window (in Amsterdam)

Through the window on our last morning in Amsterdam I can see the melting snow. The cold, wet, white substance that had prolonged our visit was all but gone. A beautiful, sunny start to the day beckoned. Morning rush hour traffic, people hurrying to the station to my left. I wonder if anyone took the time to look upwards. If anyone saw the naked woman standing in view, through the window.

Sinful Sunday

Perfect weekend

It’s hard to believe that it is very nearly December, and that we have to start to think about Christmas. In one way, the past two months or so have sped past in a kind of blur of activity. But it has been a tiring painful time. Having my mum in hospital for the past two weeks has been challenging. But thankfully she is now recovering at home, and fears about a more serious disease than pneumonia (though that is serious enough) appear unfounded.

Master decided we should have a weekend away and go somewhere that His girl would unwind and where we could both be pampered. That place was a lovely and pretty luxurious hotel in Amsterdam, a place with suites where you get a jacuzzi bath, sauna and steam shower in your room. A place where such wonderful luxury can lure a girl into thinking that she is with a regular romantic until He hogties her and then leaves her while He has a shower.

My overriding  memory of the weekend is one of relaxation and pampering. Sipping champagne in the jacuzzi, going down on each other in the sauna. Apparently there was a list of things of which along with hogtying me on the bed were included.

We also explored the City of Amsterdam a little, though mainly in relation to eating and drinking. This wasn’t a tourist type weekend, it was one of indulgence. One which for me was perfect and one to look back on with pleasure.