I had a problem with my university thesis last week. I asked my professor via e-mail when I could come to his audience, but he told me that there was no audience that week because he was at a conference in Italy until Friday. "The only thing that I can suggest you if your problem it is very urgent is to visit me at home on saturday." I was happy. Not only because this problem kept me from continuing my work but also because like all of professor Willie's students I was curious about how he lives. On saturday I asked Tom to drive me there. I played a bit with the handcuffs that we always keep in the car, but than I had to concentrate on more serious things. At least I thought so...

Professor Willie welcomed me very friendly and when he saw that it would take some time to discuss my problem he made a coffee for us. When he was in the kitchen I left his study room. I was impressionated by his beautiful flat and stopped in front of a wall with books. Glancing over the titles I suddenly found a book I had already heard about but not in a university context: Sweet Gwendolyne. As I had never seen and I was so curious I took it from the shelf, leafed through it...and found that it really contained bondage pictures! I was so absorbed by this revelation that I didn't hear my professor entering the room with the coffee. When I saw him leaning in the door-frame I was scared.  He was very angry that I had taken the book, he shouted at me in a reproachful tone, it was a humiliating situation. He told me that this indiscretion has to be punished. In one second a million toughts passed through my head: What would he do with me? Would this be the end of my studies? Or the end of his university career If comes out that he... But he didn't seem to worry about that. Professor Willie left the room and returned after some minutes of tormenting waiting with a little black trunk. Was there his laptop inside? Would he write an e-mail to some responsable so that I would be repulsed from the university? But as he opened the trunk I suddenly knew what this punishment would be: I would be tied up in the same way as Gwendolyne. And in that same moment I realized that Professor Willie's anger was the same mixture of anger and pleasure that I feel when Tom ties me too tight and I feel a bit unconfortable. Like the mixture of fear and curiosity I felt now while waiting for my punishment...

By the way we resolved my academical problem later... Many hours later while eating the cake you'll see me make in the next update... But we had a nice philosophical discussion about gender-studies already while he was making a very tied package of me on the floor of his living room. We discussed as long as I could speak...

Continuation of my "high heel training" in the photo studio. - I must confess that I don't remind what I felt exactely at that moment. But now that I'm looking at the video once again I would love to return into that situation instead of sitting in front of my desk and reading texts by Kant and Hegel for my philosophy seminar tomorrow...

One of Tom's friends has got a photo-studio and sometimes we can go there for a shootings. I like that because there is much more space that at home and there are many interesting things for example the two beams between which Tom tied me up not long ago, or a whole shelf with high heels and different hats. This time I was allowed to trie different hight heels. The most of them didn't fit, first because there were only a few pairs in size 38 and than, as I probably already wrote, one of my feet is to wide at one point, I have a "halux valgus", says the doctor... So I was already inside on little black boot with my right foot but my left food didn't fit in. Finally I found the pair of transparant high heeled sandals in which you see me in the video. The heels were at least 12 centimeters high, and when I first saw them I didn't imagine that I could walk in them at all, but Tom forced me to walk. First I could only make very little clumsy steps. I felt like a horse in a circus ring. A very ill, very old horse... But then as Tom gave me the football I concentrated less on the walking itself and got used to the hight heels that way. Finally I felt like a real photo model and I tried to walk as sexy as I could following my belly dance teacher's advices to make each step not only with my legs but with my hips, too.

Let's begin the year 2010 as good as possible! With a little special-update with the pictures from my stay in Venice. As I already wrote in my diary (see on "Valerie's diary") one of my collegues from university took them with small camera, so they are not of a very high quality. While I was there I dreamt of a more professional bondage shooting in Venice. There are so many bridges, so many wooden posts to which the ships are bound and to which I would love to be bound, too. Especially the last day when we saw Venice with snow and flood I became crazy with all the bondage-phantasies in my head. I would like to be bound to the post of a streetlight on a day like this, wearing only underwear and rubber boots. I would stand there helplessly in the high water while the tourists and Venetians pass by on foot bridges. They would stop a moment, point with their fingers on me and shake their heads in indignation and then go ahead to reach a warm coffee house or pizzeria.

We produced this set in our small cellar. Haven't you been wondering about the abrupt end? Just at the moment when Tom had left me alone in the dark, while I was lying helplessly on my belly my hands and feet holded together by the heavy pillory, a neighbour came in. He was so surprised that he didn't even notice that the mattress I was lying on was his'! I was on the pillow in the double sens of the word! He only said "I'll come back later". Tom babbled: "We're only making a little film..." Oh dear! Hopefully he won't tell it to our landlord! He could throw us out of the appartment. There are so many students in the city who would be glad to have such a cheap appartment...

... finally we put a bottle of wine and a photo of me in my Christmas dress in front of our neighbour's door. Hopefully this little gift influences him so that he wouldn't complain about our activities in the cellar.

This set was my own idea from the beginning to the end. In the morning I bought the christmas-dress, in the afternoon we went to the wood with the project to take some photos of me in handcuffs. But as I saw the heap of wood I knew immediately what I wanted: A hogtie on one of the snowy trunchs. Everything had to go very quickly, because it was very cold. Lying on the ice I wondered if I would be able to get up afterwards or if my velvet dress would freeze on the iced trunch. Moreover I hoped not to get ill for Christmas, but in fact I was nearly sure that I wouldn't because I was so enthousiastic about this set. And in fact my entousiasm and my strong will to do it exactely like that prevented me from catching a cold.

2 days ago we were in the forest to make a very sexy, tight christmas set only for Valeries fans!!