I recently vacationed for 10 days in Europe. The itinerary was: Amsterdam, Prague, Berlin, and London.
After a connection in Dublin, I landed in Amsterdam.
I spent the afternoon dealing with some jet lag, but then ventured out and walked to the Red Light District.
It’s very rude to take photos of the women while they’re working, so I’ll only give you a glimpse of a couple of windows behind Me.
I visited the Museum of Prostitution.
There were many placards throughout. Such as this one:
Sex workers don’t like trafficking either. (Don’t let anyone try to convince you that sex work is the same as sex trafficking.)
According to this museum, when women get “older”, they may choose to become ‘SM mistresses”. Obviously, many women of younger ages always preferred working in BDSM.
There was a room dedicated to the “SM Mistress”. It included a sling…
…a St. Andrew’s Cross…
…a wall of basic implements…
…and a standing cage (which I thought I took a photo of but apparently did not).
The Cross included this warning:
“The victim’s arms and legs are now spread wide and the mistress is free to do as she wishes” Music to My ears!
Here is “The Story of Kelly”:
While I’ve never provided the type of services implied here, I feel very confident that being a Dominatrix couldn’t possibly be less physically demanding. I would say it may just be differently physically demanding.
There were some quotes from workers that had been painted on the wall:
I agree with both. This and all other forms of sex work are important work and therapeutic for many. It’s also not for wimps.
On another wall were “confessions”. The museum provides blank cards on which visitors can write their erotic secrets. Then, they are posted for everyone to read. Here is one that We Dommes hear regularly:
I loved this one:
The next day, I went to Demask…
So much rubber and not enough Euros!
I did buy something, though. It will show up in a photo shoot soon.
About an hour or so after this photo was taken I began feeling very ill and rushed back to My hotel. I spent the next 24 hours dreadfully ill with food poisoning. The 24 after that I began feeling better but couldn’t eat much. As a result, I had to cancel My trip to Prague and wait it out in My hotel room.
So, I went directly to Berlin instead.
I was greeted in baggage claim with this sign:
It almost made up for the insanely slow process of getting My bags. (The plane was literally 200 feet from the claim area, but it somehow took like 45 minutes.)
I appreciated this advert for “Dildo King”:
Shortly thereafter, I saw another:
Thank you, Berlin, for so openly accepting ads for dildos — and right next to “apartments for sale”. <3
Also, the universal impulse to draw-on nipples:
I visited Peter Dominie…
They have a lovely store…
…where I would have bought a couple of things, but, sadly, they did not have My size. (The woman working was very helpful, though!)
Then, I went to Mister B. (I forgot to take a photo of the exterior, so excited I was to get inside.)
I had a fantastic experience at the Paris location, so I was looking forward to what I might find.
I had another excellent experience in Berlin and picked up a few things to add to Temenos:
A PVC flogger, a lightweight rubber flogger, and a neoprene open-jaw mask.
That evening, I went to My fourth Roger Waters show for his Us + Them tour. This time I got first row. It was incredible. My favorite of the four. The Berlin audience was friendly and radiated good energy.
There were a few changes from the US leg, one was that during the intermission there were examples of things to #Resist from:
I do enjoy rewarding torture, so, I’m sorry, Mr. Waters, but this one I will have to politely decline. 😉
The next day I headed to London.
Not much kink to report (I did have an almost erotic experience with a delicious veggie burger at Honest Burgers in Soho), but I did engage in My fetish for historical buildings and again walked around Westminster Abbey, this time stopping in the little Jewel Tower tucked behind.
This is one of the windows from this modest 14-century building:
If you’re My subject, you belong on your knees.
Looking forward to My next trip, where I’ll get to really indulge in My historical building fetish: Rome and Athens next year!