Intermezzo #ASMSG #nov

Little more than a year ago I started this blog. I wanted to write about Princess and my D/s experiences and aware I was starting the umpteenth blog in a vast mass of erotic (personal) journals.

Nipples & Clothespins was my first post and was a fantasy written down.

We are now some 239 posts later. This blog has evolved to a personal journal, not only about our BDSM lifestyle, but also about what makes me tick, both emotionally and creatively.

The number of views, hits, followers and so on are just numbers and they don’t tell shit and thus are not important. Essential though are your reactions and knowing that you, Reader, like browsing through my posts. Thank you for taking time to read about our, Princess and my, story.

It is Princess though who I really want to thank a she motivated me to start “Princess & I – – Bound By Desire” and gave me carte blanche for the  topics I wanted to write about.
Over time she posted some very intense and wonderfully written articles too and they make this blog even more valuable for me.

It is for mainly for you, Princess, that I write this blog. It gives me the opportunity to shout from the rooftops how happy I am with you in my life and how fathomless my unconditional love for you is.

I am now far away from the man I used to be before you came in my life Princess and I can’t thank you enough for that.
I am so happy with you and, even so important, with myself.

I love you, Princess and the only thing I want to do with the rest of my life is to take care of you, to treasure you, to protect you and to love you. I want to make you so very happy, each and every day.
For all the days that are still to come for us to be together.

Yes Princess, I am still madly in love with you.


November 22, 1963 + 50 years #ASMSG #nov

November 22, 1963
I was 4 and asleep in my cradle. It must haven been between 22:00 and midnight, I cannot be more precise than that.

Suddenly the telephone started ringing.  The heavy and black thing made of bakelite produced a harsh sound and it woke me up.
I heard the muffled voices of my parents in the room next to mine, well, my mom mostly, her voice high pitched, with a frightened undertone, on the verge of hysteria. My father trying to calm her down with his stern yet comforting voice.
I remember feeling bad vibes, feeling afraid too. Maybe I started crying and maybe my parents or my mother came to my room to comfort me, which I do not know.
It is mostly the atmosphere of that night that I can still feel, still remember, as if something bad had happened.

My parents did not own a television, my father was against it, saw it as a family breaker but my grandparents had one. It was my grandfather who had heard the news on his black&white tv set and subsequently phoned my parents.

It took me decades before everything fell in its place and I finally figured out what happened that evening.
As far as I know this is my earliest memory.

I am still fascinated by this man, John F. Kennedy and I am convinced he could have made a difference. We will never know.

Kennedy, like most people, fascinates me because of his incredible charisma, the wise things he said and his decisiveness. I liked the way he and his brother Robert worked together.

Yes, I know where I was the day President Kennedy died. I was lying in my cradle, a little and helpless boy. My life was still so very simple and without worries.
Those were the days…

John F. Kennedy