Surely you remind from my diary and comments that I have been dreaming for a long time of going sledding in bondage. We found the perfect day for this adventure: a very sunny Thursday morning at the end of january. The only problem was that the wind was very very cold, my fingers felt like ice. And Tom saw another problem at the beginning: He complained because we had nobody to help us with the video which he considered absolutely necessary. As he continued grumbling while we were on our way to the ski hill (You finally guess where we are? - Yes, Munich, "Olympiaberg"!) I suddenly had an idea: I saw a jogger at the other side of the street so I passed and simply asked him ("If you have time to go jogging you must have time to give a little helf to a poor bondage-girl as well" - something like that), and really! To Tom's unmeasurable astonishment I came back to his side of the street again in the compagnie of our new cameraman Christian. - And the sledding itself? you will ask. I'll tell you about that when commenting the foto-set. For the present only this: Christian was enthousiastic about what he saw (so enthousiastic that he sometimes couldn't follow with the camera and filmed a bit of snow without me...)

First I was looking forward so much to be suspended, then I got a bit frightened because of the moment when Tom tears me up but finally it was... a strange and phantastic feeling. I felt every kilo, I never felt so heavy but at the same time it was like flying. I felt like a very heavy bird. Or like the big stone sculpture "The flying angel" by Ernst Barlach.

That's how I like to see myself!

May I present you my favourite place in the city we are living in (Guess where it is!)!? I have so many bondage-phantasies about this bridge, but as a highly frequented street leads over it and as there is a train station under it, there are too many people there at day to make a shooting there. But this summer!! This summer I will do what I already wanted to do last summer: I will convince Tom to get up very very very early one morning ( at 5 o'clock or so) so that we can go this bridge with 50 meters of ropes and realize all my phantasies!

Some pictures from last summer when I was in Holland with a friend. This beach in New Haamstede, Zeeland, is my favourite place in the world. And the stake to which you see me being tied up is my favourite bondage-place, not only because you have a beautiful view of the sand dunes, the beach and the sea from there, but also because it is a place where you loose control: The stake is on the very top of a hill to which leads a small path full of bends which you cannot oversee. So you cannot see if somebody comes up the hill. If somebody comes you will discover him only when he is already standing in front of you at a distance of 5 meters. And really! There was a young couple coming up that hill. For a moment I had the phantasy that they would play with us and that the man could tie his girlfriend to the other side of the stake... But they passed by, smiling, and we soon went down to the beach, too. You see in the pictures, what great pleasure it was for me to feel the sun-warm sand everywhere on my body while tying me up myself.

Didn't I promise you that you'd see me making a cake handcuffed? That is one of the first ideas I had when Tom and I planned to make this site. But unfortunately we could never realize it because we have no real kitchen, only a small kitchenette which is already bad for cooking, but which would be even worse for taking photos or making a film. Impossible. But when I saw professor Willie's big kitchen this idea came back to me. He was very surprised when I asked him: "Couldn't I make a cake in your kitchen?", but he found out that I have a very good recipe of his favourite cake, hazelnut cake, he consented. The only thing I didn't yet suspect at that moment was, that professor Willies very natural lifestyle forbids him the possession of an electrical mixer...

By the way i remember now a very mean thing about this set: All the time when beating the eggs and so on I was looking forward to taste the dough. But when it was nearly ready my professor put a gag in my mouth. Normally I don't start slobbering quickly when I'm gagged, but this time I did because my desire to taste the sweet dough was so strong... It was so mean and humiliating!

What I like even more than his beautiful flat are Professor Willie's ropes: Thin, round and hard hamp ropes which I ador because you don't feel only a thumb overall-pressure where the ropes are (as it is with the soft cotton ropes - excuse me, Tom!), but you feel exactely where every rope cuts into your flesh. I love hamp ropes in general, but Professor Willie's hamp ropes are very special. When I asked him where he bought them, he told me that he didn't buy them at all. He herited them (!): They had been his grandmother's clotheslines! If his grandmother knew...! Or did she probably have the same passion and only told her grandchild that they are clothelines? Is the bondage-passion hereditary?