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March/April 2002 - or a year and a day later...

Speaking of copyright - I've noticed attempts on copying my photos to elsewhere... shame on those who fake their authorship of pictures which I have on my hard drive untrimmed and in much higher resolution (which is an intention - those who come to visit me at home, or whom I meet, can see them in full resolution)

T: this installment to our Photogallery was created in similar fashion to the recent one, i.e. once again "in a slightly different fashion from the other ones. Instead of photos and narratives focusing on a single topic (e.g. ponyplay, bondage...), we have decided to publish a few photographs as they were taken during the recent three weeks. You will not see any photographs of D/s scenes - you would see nothing in the photograph. The selection of photos to be published was merely random - we tried to cover all we did." (End of quote)
THIS text includes a report from our volunteer weekend at the SM farm of the Danish SISC (the organizers of PetWeek).

The photogallery therefore follows on the recent installment, just after a year and a day. You will find out that we still indulge mostly in ponyplay, bondage, spanking (speaking of separate "scenes") and D/s (mostly my "playground", specifically psychic and long-term discipline of SM), traces of which can be found everywhere else in our lives. I got questions concerning ritualistic, "strict" D/s - my opinion is that this is NOT compatible with ordinary family life (as is ours). But you can draw energy from the dynamics of a D/s relationship in your everyday life... So much for the introduction - if you want "action", please skip the following 3-4 screenfuls of my introduction, and you will find about 30 links to pictures "caught in the act", with mine and L's commentary, in the form which we had used in the previous parts of the Photogallery. You will find the links to the pictures scattered around the text - as always. But now back to the introduction - for those who are interested in our background...

About a month ago, I have received a newsletter published by the Danish National Organization of Sadomasochists, Smil, which for the most part consisted of texts prepared by SISC, a section of Smil, which prepares "international action events" at a farm well equipped for SM play. I have talked to L and told her we could participate in a volunteer weekend (the organizers wanted to have some work done on the farm, in exchange for food and board for the volunteers - and all facilities were open and available for SM play :-). At the time, we were still "getting used" to each other, after we had split and divorced (by mutual agreement, without hassles) in the end of 2001/beginning of 2002.SM "scenes" between us were scarce at the time. L was definitely interested in going to Denmark, and before we left, she surprised me by decisive packing of about half of our dungeon to the boot of the car (while me, similarly to my trips to England in 2001, prepared for heavy work, no sceneing - but once again, we played as intensively as we worked; and the whole trip was a permanent "feeling like in a scene", even it there were "only a few" long scenes each day :-).

Before departure for Denmark, we were really getting re-acquainted to each other's reactions; we played lightly, practiced the dog training, pony training; sometimes our morning or evening caresses gradually changed into a light spanking; sometimes we gnawed, bit, scratched, or choked each other or fainted during the lovemaking... i.e. everything was just about right, easy, attenuate, caring and nice. It felt so good after almost a year of living separately.
Most of all, we rebuilt the trust - we are still trying our best to anticipate the needs and feelings of the other, and it seems that we are "working together" better than ever before. Before departure for Denmark, I had some free time, so I built yet another pair of prickets and also improved the spurs I built (Czech instructions for building, with photos) by addition of stylish knurls. I also happened to repair a Chinese gas lighter which incorporated a Tesla transformer (and a simple one-transistor driver): it uses only one AA cell which provides many hours of operation - the unit generates several thousand Volts, sparks look nice, feel like heavy fingernail scratching, and are totally harmless to health (except for the possibility of skin burns in case of prolonged exposure of one skin location to the unit). To stop writing about the Build your own toys Section (see index_en.htm), we have also enjoyed real horse riding, one of our long-term affections.

The trip to Denmark took two half-days. During the afternoon of the first day, we crossed Poland (more or less randomly, we drove through Strzegom and found a fascinating gothic cathedral there) and the whole Germany up to Hamburg; our Skoda coupe consumed all fuel in the 9 hours drive (700 km). We walked throughout the city, admired it, and after 2.5 hours got back to our car at the dusk; then we drove another 2 hours to cross the Danish border. No customs, no cops (compared to Czech customs right after we left home, who searched our car thoroughly - "what is this cart for?", "what are those canes for?" :-)

We slept in the car just in front of Kolding. We had about 200 km to drive the next day, but there was no reason to hurry. We would only wake up the people at the farm that late in the night. If we rode to PetWeek, not to the volunteer weekend, we wouldn't need to worry - at PetWeek, some people were awake round the clock!

The morning of the next day saw us in Aarhus, the second biggest Danish town, which we liked very much too. After 9 a.m., we finally got to the farm. We were 1100 km from home. Just before arriving, we got lost, just like the last time, when I was driving to PetWeek alone. But we were not disappointed - we found a nice castle, drove about 5 km in the fields, without breaking the car - so getting lost was truly fun (as always). During the last 20 minutes, we both felt a trepidation - first, we were unsure whether we would find the farm, then we had a strange feeling that we would find it, but... "what are we doing here, so far from home and getting closes and closer to the premises which are devoted to exactly one purpose - SM play"?

There was a friendly, easy, natural atmosphere at the farm. We have hugged with all who were present (different country, different habits - but most of all, totally open people, without resentful/snarky faces, which are so common in the Czech Republic). Neither the people, nor the farm were "playing it up" - the farm was there for at least 100 years, in the fields with other farms at the horizon - and it was obvious that the people there had visited the facilities many times (after fitting the farm with dungeons and lots of indoor and outdoor SM equipment)...

L sipped coffee, while I started talking with others. I learned that: 1. there was less work to do than we expected, and 2. there are fewer people at the farm that we expected. It had its advantages and disadvantages. Less work meant more time for play. But the Danish people were providing us with lots of food, drinks, and gave us the best bedroom in the house; therefore we felt like getting too much for nothing. Also, our stomachs were bursting. (One evening, when I simply couldn't take more lamb (it was the Easter) with potatoes boiled in cream, I was asked to take another serving by the very words "You're in Denmark, we do eat all day, you know!"). Appetizers, Scotch, which was served with the meal and available freely at the bar, did not help much. Nor did the excellent wine from Baron's courts (during the dinner, I mentioned the castle we passed on our way there, asked whether the Danish gentility lives there - and at the very moment the guy sitting next to me stood up, offered me his hand and introduced himself to me using his full title - it was the guy who cooked the dinner, I must say! Well... some barons maintain castles, some do other things. Very interesting experience for us, I must say! )

Small number of volunteers had a disadvantage as well - I thought we could see more pairs (triads...) playing, but instead we had to work faster, then find the will to stop working and start playing, while everyone else was finishing his/her work, drinking coffee, sunbathing... etc. Anyway, we went to the dungeon or the garden very often :-)

Relatively low amount of work and number of volunteers - both had the same cause. The newsletter I received a month ago said that three of five SISC "bosses" are at Srí Lanka. There was also a note from the treasurer: "keep sending in your membership fees, they go to a good cause").

Well, Smil's members' fees actually do go to a good cause - the "bosses" know what they are doing, because with a yearly member's fee of 180 DKK (USD 20 - I had paid it before last year's PetWeek), they managed to buy the whole farm from the owner, and on Friday, we removed all beds and old mattresses from the two-storey dormitory, to make room for 42 new beds they bought. I must say I adore the organization, which operates a SM farm, where people do not steal the equipment, but instead leave their own at the premises, if they are capable of manufacturing some... The premises keep improving (sauna, diner, "classroom", "doctor's consulting room" - installed already for years; tiles in the wetroom, new showers, floor heating in a new dungeon planned for this year etc.).

I think the success of the farm is thanks to good management of SISC, which organizes the people and the funds well. During the summer, the farm is open for international events and this brings money. Denmark is small, well accessible, and there are lot of people who for different reasons (legislation of their home country, possible work/family-related risks of SM) like to spend some money (reasonable price) for a week abroad, at superb facilities and with good company. (Specifically, there were no Danes during the PetWeek - ponyplay, as I learned on the last day of the volunteer weekend, is not too known/popular in Denmark- and for that reason, 15 participants were from England, and the remaining 25 from Germany and Switzerland.)

SISC management completely manages the operation of the farm and therefore, the relatively low price of participation in the international weeks (ca. USD 190) cover superb food, drinks, and last, but not least, the repairs and improvements of the farm. Visiting the farm truly stirred my long-term wish to own such a place in the Czech Republic - but this plan is still some years away from completion.

Friday morning, we were introduced to those whom we haven't known yet (people were coming and leaving the farm everyday) and then we asked for instructions what to do. I took L for a walkaround, so that she started to feel like at home. (Female readers will probably understand what I mean - you do not sit down on a toilet seat unless you feel like at home.) L was truly enchanted by the dungeons and therefore, we started our volunteer work very fast (to be done soon :-) - we started to clear old beds from the dormitory. A photo I took during PetWeek 2001 shows how the dormitory looked before. Before lunch, the work was finished and we started to vacuum the place all over (to be precise - L started vacuuming, while I started fetching everything that could burn to a huge heap I ignited the next day morning, and which blazed long into the evening. Really nice terrain to try out your submissive's loyalty by issuing a "Get here!" command, accompanied by slapping your hand on your leg - all from the opposite end of the smoldering ashes occupying a five meter circle. I have not gone that far and I am happy with that.)

On the very first day, we have briefly used tried out the stocks, also a leather plate suspended on chains (it was suspended at a very comfortable height, as regards the access to the "victim's" body, and the chain allowed easy fixation of the "victim's" hands and legs. We have returned to this nice item several times during our stay:-), and a classical wooden "horse". Me in the stocks and later, after switching our roles, L at the horse - we both discovered (to be precise, I had known the stocks from PetWeek 2001) that those apparently primitive items instantly deprive you of control of the situation and expose you to the whims of your partner. We do not have either item in our home dungeon due to lack of space - although I know how easy it is to manufacture them. BTW after we returned home, an e-mail from an Australian couple awaited me, asking for the instructions how to build a set of stocks, namely the version where the "victim" has to stand "broken" at the waist. (A photograph is linked at the end of THIS text; one of the last two references to Denmark, just before I start writing about our trip to a nearby quarry the first day after we returned home). I have gladly written the instructions and sent them to the Aussies (now that I write about that - yet another instructions, which I wrote and have not posted to my Build your own toys section).

We also tested the terrain for our sulky. On the first day, we had not known we would use the lawn around the farm for sulky riding many, many times more... But even the first ride was a pleasure. Quiet countryside, far views, fields, lots of time, the possibility to pay attention to one another, to truly enjoy the scene without hurrying and let the feelings slowly sink in after the scene ended... Contrary to our initial exploration of the dungeon, which turned into a scene, I now had the digital camera with me, and so I (or the self timer - this is a question people ask me frequently) took a few photos.

This is one of them and here is another.

Then, it was time to work again - just after the noon, we had completed the work planned for the whole Friday (and for 4 people), and so I set to repair a cage I remembered as broken from PetWeek 2001. We had pulled the monster from the dungeon; L then sunbathed and relaxed, while I started to cut, grind, bend and weld the steel rods. The cage finally got mended, I only couldn't weld a few thin-walled tubes which were used in the original design. Therefore, one of the two gates remained damaged. Anyway, this was work which was not planned by the Danes, there was no material for it except scrap metal stuffed in a drum behind the barn, and so any repair was better than nothing.

As the afternoon progressed, more people came to sit in the Sun, sip coffee and then to eat the dinner (I am linking the picture so that you can imagine the atmosphere of the diner and its facilities). Then we sat next to the blazing American furnace (with glass doors); the wood cracked and I once again recalled PetWeek 2001 and a detail which I had found particularly symbolic, depicting the difference between the "normal" people and SMers. I looked around and I found a beer plate exactly on the same location on the window sill as it was 7 months ago. I was pleased that no one stole it (I had already commented on the difference between Danish SM-equipped farm, where nothing gets lost, and the Czech parties, where one has to watch for the property very carefully) and I took a picture on the next day. (I have translated the advert to Czech in the pictures). The narrative, in my view, expresses my opinion: I like beer, too, but I would turn the meaning around: I think that a responsible use of cuffs in SM play is much more fun, and also much safer, than sitting in a pub. I believe the society elite likes to advertise beer - in fact, people are cradled, content, and easier to control this way. Me myself would choose not the beer (I am not mentioning here one important facet of Czech "national character"), but I'd rather prefer the straight steel of the cuffs; the straight steel which requires both partners to know where they stand, why they do stand there and whether they want to be there...

I started my Saturday explorations ca. 90 minutes sooner than everyone else (they slept) by taking an trotting exercise around the farm. It was half past five in the morning and the breeze was calm. I thought we should have really taken the sauna we made operable (and tested) the last evening, but we thought it would be a waste of gas to run the sauna just for the two of us. (Of course we won't find out now if we did well or not by not taking the sauna - anyway we were relatively tired, so we fell asleep as soon as the others, around nine on the Friday evening)

Before breakfast, I retreated to the dungeon for a brief reading session :- ) with a beautiful Illustrated History of the Cane from the SISC library (see the sample of the title page). Imagine it - such books are not stolen from the farm, although they are not chained to the wall and anyone can borrow them. Then I returned to bed, to L, I woke her by the only way she can be woken when it's around six a.m. (guess how, it is very pleasant!), and after the morning hygiene, we did not lose time by talk, we simply slipped into the dungeon without any negotiation. It was short, a bit ritualistic in the beginning, not too much painful in the end, and here are two pics: the beginning and the end. (You might already notice the numbering of the pics on my site - "date+sequence number"; you will then immediately find out that I took no photographs in between, during the scene.) If there was someone watching, I would pass him/her the camera. But we were there alone and the action took its own ways, which changed too frequently, and I simply had no time nor a fancy to take snaps right then.

Other volunteers (who had not left on Friday evening, i.e. two more people besides us) gradually woke up, came to breakfast, and then we signed for Saturday's duties. Cleaning of garden from old tree branches which were all over the place was our task. We expanded our task to remove all old leaves as well. Besides that, we found time for caresses, a nice spanking scene, where L was tied to a wooden pyramid situated in the middle of the garden (and then untied and forced to the ground, as seen in the photo), and also a time for sulky riding (my pony was stark naked today, as the weather was really nice); in the end, we had lots of time to thank each other, cuddle and let the feelings sink in...

Between scenes, we worked - one hour of work - almost an hour of SM - another hour of work- another almost an hour of SM - one hour of work (it requires discipline too, you know :-), and then suddenly we were invited for lunch. It was superb to be "In the mood" since Friday (in the ordinary life, we do not have that much time for play and most of all, there is not that much equipment and such a quiet location for our games). Although we do have a day in a week which we can dedicate to play, we can scarcely play knowing that there will be two more days available for play... But back to Denmark. The time was really flying, and I have to say the work did not interfere at all - I'd say the "work breaks" helped us to better absorb all experiences - in my opinion "looking forward to" is an important part of "sceneing".

Before lunch, a woman member of the SISC management appeared with two men. The talk over the lunch was therefore different from Friday, with different people and on different topics. I simply had to ask whether the Danes percieve the people from Central-Eastern Europe differently, provided they have a personal experience with them. The "boss" confirmed that she know people in Hungary and she'd say they are different - when you know them well, they are as friendly as the Danes, but once you start discussing SM, or the possibility of having a national SM organization like SISC, or even organizing events (in true sense of the word:-) for more people than just bunch of your friends, the Hungarians start bragging that SM is illegal, that the public does not percieve it well, etc. to put it simply - the Hungarians start bragging that SM "action/public" events are impossible. This is what I feared - it is exactly the same as in the Czech Republic. Although I'd say, in Czech case, the reason is not distrust or fear of the legislation, but plain laziness and also our national character, which is evident from an old joke - "hey, Devil, I do not want my goat revived, I want my neighbour's goat to conk out too"...

By the way, contrary to Czech "SM parties", the Danes reportedly discuss they lack sex. Lucky Danes, what a nice topic to discuss! (Contrary to Czech most popular topic "that guy is dangerous, mace and you know what he hid to me... ?") (For me, D/s is not about sex, but as I had repeated many times, L prefers physical SM to psychic D/s; if you scroll down about 1/2 of the length of a recent installment in my Photogallery, you will encounter my sentence (with a corresponding picture) "I've already learnt that it has to be about sex"). Back to the topic - the Danes organize enough SM events to have discussed all the topics that the Czechs discuss over and over, have not solved yet and will be discussing maybe many years to come) - therefore I have to repeat: lucky Danes that they have no other topics to discuss... (they actually discussed sex in a very open fashion in front of us). Polyamory (see polyamory.org, which I mentioned recently), i.e. a relationship (loving, sexual, SM-oriented, in any combination you like) with several partners at once and without "cheating" (because all partners know about all others) is a lifestyle practiced in Denmark for a relatively long time. (As far as I know, it is far more frequent to "cheat" in the Czech Republic - but you can do it otherwise, without cheating, only loving several people at once. As long as all partners agree, no self-appointed Ethic can criticize you. I know I am provoking people sometimes - but I cannot resist adding that if you yourself satisfy several partners in many aspects better than someone can satisfy one person, than no one can ever criticize you - including the other couple/its counterparts.

After lunch, we still felt relaxed, because the morning work in the garden was easy (and our scenes long :-), and we therefore started the work which had been originally planned for Sunday (and for 4 people, the two of us and another couple - of which only S. came - I will mention her later).

We set to clean the diner - put all dishes to the dishwasher (4 hours of work- complete dining set for 50 people literally occupies several cabinets). L did most of the work from the start, because we would only block each other when swabbing the racks; also, the dishwasher warmed up very slowly. I translated some texts on my notebook, so I earned the money for our trip to Denmark. More translations followed after we returned home (I managed to keep all deadlines, returned all jobs on Monday morning, which paid our return trip; and then we had a nice bondage scene in a old quarry and had some more sulky riding - see at the end of this report - before L had to go to work. On Monday evening, I started to write this report and got up to the previous paragraph. I continued today morning). As Saturday evening approached, the dishwasher got really hot and so got we - I was helping L now.

Somewhere around the afternoon tea time, we were invited to the house across the yard, where our hosts cleaning the place discovered a collection of shoes with 10-15 cm heels, in sizes 6-12 (36-46). They told us to select anything some pair(s) we liked; already during the lunch, they commented on our high working tempo and urged us to slow down, not knowing, how much time we spend sceneing in the garden... It seemed they now wanted to reward us by such generous offer (or tried to slow us down by making us to try out the shoes, which we of course did - right after finishing the dishes in the diner :-).

L hesitated a little and then selected a beautiful pair of patent leather shoes, which looked brand new and then - she pointed at me! I was not playing up my decency - I am definitely not a transvestite; I truly stand it when I have to dress up for a scene. And now... in front of three other people. I think I was very red in the face. Nevertheless, L was unyielding and in the end, one pair of shoes fit my feet! I think she had planned this for a long time, because she selected the right pair instantly. Size 10.5 would be hard to find in the Czech Republic (although I know that Munari company imports such items). To sum up - the Danes gave us a present which was valued at 50% of average Czech monthly salary. We thanked them and now it was our time to look at each other unbelievingly, as we returned to the diner.

During the long afternoon, we were nicely tired (but not too much), and for a change, L rode on my "horseback". It was our first scene of this type after a long time - I had gained some 10 kg (not L!), and we had not "practiced" this since the end of 2000, when we played this way almost daily. So L was not sure if I could lift her up and carry her safely. (The Czech text of this report includes links to several Czech-only reports of events I participated in during 2001, but there was no shoulderriding except for a single very short encounter). Anyway, shoulder riding is demanding both from the physical side (which I like as well) and from the psychic side as well (also for the driver, who could fall from the same height as when riding a real horse).

Before the supper, we were circling the farm. L was instantly in control, directing me by the bit, and then only by the pressure of her knees - very nice. She was afraid that I would not endure ten minutes walk and light trot, but I surprised her nicely :-) After a short break (she dismounted me, cuddled me, I nuzzled into her - this way we thanked each other) we did another round. That felt so great!

The weather was warm and dry the whole day (as well as the day before and the day after). So the trip to Denmark was a true pleasure - it was definitely not just work, not just play, but a holiday. Maybe the following photo could let you imagine how quiet and relaxing the farm is: L is coming to a table for afternoon tea (as we were told: "we're in Denmark, the people eat there all day long").

Saturday evening, the "boss" + 2 other people left, so we chatted to S.. She was a transsexual, who is preparing for surgery. The chat was truly interesting, and when S. returned with her handbag, I saw her in the backlight for a moment and I must say - the figure was definitely feminine. It was nice to have a direct experience. In the Czech Republic, transsexuals are frequently ironized - only a few hours after we returned home, a couple we know visited us and a friend of mine asked me whether I "tested" you know what. I replied as I truly felt - first, S. would have to invite me for such "testing" and second, I know L would not approve and I would respect it. This friend of mine was just curious, not ironizing - I know worse. He was a rare person who had a personal experience with TS (not on his own body :-), but still - personal. So he was interested...

We were considering our choices - there were only the three of us at the farm now. We could leave S. at the stove alone, or invite her to the dungeon (to take pics maybe, not to participate in a scene - L does not like this), or go to bed. After two hours of relaxed chatting, we went to bed. We still had a whole Sunday to enjoy...

There was no work on Sunday - so we had the first truly long (I mean several hours) scene, in which I was "bottoming": L started with dog training, and then spent two hours suspending and waxing me all over; it included a short physical exercise :-) - L knows I need to move my body, and besides physical stimulation, she also used some humiliating commands (like me in high heels in a photograph - but I think this will be seen in more photos in the future). L "slowed down" the scene several times and then shot pictures which will never be published on my site (plain pornography :-). I must say I needed to ease up at times, because some parts of my anatomy were really sore - e.g. by L trampling on my face on Saturday evening... almost breaking my nose, but enjoyed that... L probably revenged for the scene, when I was trying to catch her as a pony in the farm yard on Saturday just before lunch - I tripped her over to the ground in full speed when she was trying to run from me :-) (Those moments cannot be captured in photos: the spontaneity and fast changes of the situation prevent you from photographing, unless there is someone with a camera around... In these moments, one gets bruised, cut, sore, but it is enjoyable - definitely much more enjoyable than the moment, when I was mending the cage (see above) and an angle grinder cut my finger, stopping against the bone) .

L used the self-timer when the scene was quieter - the rightmost photo of the strip linked above shows L with whip, which is about to hit me. The timing is perfect, although I am not in the picture. L has to improve her aim with the camer (not with the whip :-) Anyway, I like the photos.

It seemed L was mostly submissive on Friday and Saturday, and dominant on Sunday. Before lunch, we enjoyed the second last sulky ride, with L driving and me pulling, and then we parted with S. by hitching her to the sulky too. It was L who proposed to pull the sulky along with S., because she did not feel capable of driving two ponies. (Or maybe she did not want to - she liked the scene, but she suddenly looked disappointed in the end. We discussed the issue and I was told she resented that all commands were in English - but it was necessary, because it was S.'s first time in pony harness. Well - we have talked this through and also confirmed the suspicion that L does not like scenes with other people. But - she confirmed that after she experienced the scene. So S. had the chance to try out ponyplay and me with L now know that our suspicion was not just a suspicion. It is good to know that and I thank L for her courage to find it out. For me, it was not the first pony scene with two ponies, but nevertheless very pleasurable). S. is involved in the SM scene for a few years and had not tried ponyplay yet - it was one of her fantasies. She surprised me by having a complete gear, waist belt and cuffs, bit (without bridle, but still effective). And by her proper reactions to my commands during the scene... I made one photo using the self-timer, and the farm owner, who appeared in the middle of the scene, made a few photos using S.'s 35 mm camera, because S. wanted to have photos. (S. also made a few photos during our previous scene, I have not seen them yet. But I tried to send the photos I made to her.)

After lunch, we considered whether to start something else, but Bernt (ex-owner of the farm, a great guy who is still taking care of the farm) was present at the premises only to serve us, and also because we enjoyed lots and lots of scenes and there was no other work to do, we parted. We considered taking S. with us in the boot of the car, because she needed lift from the farm, and L did not oppose that, but it was Easter weekend and S. said the cops would be everywhere. She was right. I drove her to a train station in a nearby town. I think we decided wisely not to take S. with us, because the first living thing we saw when crossing German-Danish border was a cop on a bike, who passed us very slowly, conspicuously looking into our backseat, where the sulky was stuffed along with mattress for sleeping and a heap of other things (actually, I left the backseat at home to make more room for our baggage). Before reaching German-Danish border on our trip back, Danish custom officers stopped us on a highway slip road, and searched our boot - so we definitely would have a problem).

Before leaving the farm, I found there is a space on the last memory card to make a few "ambient" photographs - shame that you can see them only in 1/6 resolution unless you come to our place... - I will only show a 1/25 sample of a 1200x1800 shot of the stocks and cage.

To finish the report fast - we managed to get home safely on Monday morning, we drove through a border crossing in the mountains near to the place where we live (there were lots of snow everywhere), we unpacked our baggage, we tried out a TV (transvestite) scene in the evening, which did not work out quite well - because TV is not my thing and after 4 hours of translating (see above "to make money for the gasoline") I probably was not "switched" enough to indulge in SM play; we cuddled, talked, then went to an old quarry on Tuesday morning, and played happily. I tied a band over her eyes, joked about unknown men to whom I could pass her now (this is also a question I got from time to time - can such brain games be played with a partner you know as well as you know yourself - I always say you have to joke about such topics, because the partner will always know you are not serious - but the submissive will always imagine how would it feel if it was real - so this type of scenes can work well, if not played often. I think that a long-term partner, who knows you, cannot take your threats seriously - unless you are really misusing him/her, which is no longer an SM way of life)

Words themselves have no real power- I led L to a birch through the warm morning (the birch makes your clothes and the ropes you use white or green, not brown as all other trees - for that reason, I choose birches for outdoor bondage post whenever there are some). I bound L to the birch. I intended to tie her up to a tree at the very edge of the ten meter rock which falls down to the lake below (and after she would be tied securely, I wanted to rip the cloth from her eyes .-), but there were only thin trees at the edge of the rock, and I am not crazy to risk our lives (we are not that kind of people who become mountain-climbers, for instance). Anyway, there was lot of time and noone in sight, so I caressed L, excited her and then made her drop to her knees after a few whip strokes (to be precise, the ropes held her well and at the same time were comfortable, as she told me later - these are the advantages of 12 mm dia. rope I had custom-made). We even spared some time for a sulky ride, we truly reacquired our old habits during the two days in Denmark and the ride in the hilly terrain and over gravel was demanding, but pleasant. I made a few photos in the quarry - the end of the buggy whip can be seen in the rightmost picture; I have to say that the breeze made my strokes inaccurate; L could tell that the thin and heavy leather strip were cutting into her skin like a cane and precisely next to each other in Denmark, where the wind was absolutely calm. .

Tuesday morning, even before leaving for the quarry, I was shopping and found a brilliant Easter postcard, which I bought just for fun. An essence of SM - I love the smiles of both partners in both pictures, although the "victim" sheds tears... I looked exactly the same today morning in the clingfilm bondage made heavier by addition of ropes and L made new scratches over my old ones with her nails... Once again the emotions stirred in me like when I first looked onto the beer plate on PetWeek2001. The text in the postcard says "Try to enjoy... /a different Easter!". I am so happy I am not "trying to enjoy", but enjoying, I am not alone, but with a long-term partner, and our Easter was not "different", but "completely different" and completely up to our tastes... I am also glad that we know that many people who share our passion.

Yesterday morning, even before I got to half the writing of this report, L started to write her report of the same - I believe it will focus on other things, will add more emotions and maybe mention the things I did not write about (to keep the report reasonably long and also because I have emotions no one except L knows about, and I want to keep it this way). Her report will help me to understand better what she liked and disliked, similarly to the reports of other events we attended and she wrote in the past.

Note from the future: L needed a week to complete her report, it is as long as mine, and can be found (in Czech only) here.

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