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Our "grand tour" is coming to an end. And all this togetherness is probably wearing thin, at least for our cute Co-Eds, who probably need as much "alone time" from their parents as we need from them/ But it has been a grand adventure, particularly our few days in Amsterdam, where Mistress and Slave have never been before.

On Monday we toned down the schedule a bit -- sleeping in, touring the Van Gogh Museum, then walking about for some window shopping before our traditional pre-dinner "nap".  the more relaxed pace was conducive to our first "two-a-day" in some time.

In fact, Mistress expressed a little surprise when her slave "accidentally" woke her from that nap a little early to facilitate some early evening nooky!

Our walks through this wonderful town - with all its canals, vistas, cyclists and tall babes  - have been a delight. The only problem is that our youngest daughter - who now fancies herself more European than 'American", likes to walk at a fast pace about 20 feet ahead of us. Apparently that way she can act like she is not burdened by the rubes trailing in her wake.

But that makes it hard for slave to linger and catch a photo for the entertainment of our readers.  I did snatch this shot of a sign touting a local attraction:

This could be inspiration for Nilla to write a story based on some babe who takes a job as a tour guide, and then gets to try out all the cool display items after hours!

And because I was walking so fast trying to catch up with my daughter on the crowded holiday sidewalks, I almost missed this photo gallery. Fortunately, Mistress pointed it out to me:

Not sure why this high end photo gallery on a crowded pedestrian street was showing all this Japanese bondage images, but most passersby were not giving them a 2nd glance. I have a feeling Mistress and Slave will be back here again, without the burden of curious and judgmental daughters!

Dispatch From the North Country

Mistress, Slave and the two dommes in training have continued our European debauch these last few days, stopping overnight in Brussels and now for a few days in Amsterdam before heading home for the new year.

By Christmas morning our ability to have some stealth wake-up sex ended, since our younger daughter was also in residence in that tiny Marais apartment, and her judgmental grunts at us suggested that our gig was up. We did enjoy a lovely Christmas day, though. The sun was out and we poked around the Luxembourg Gardens and grazed in bistros open to accommodate the tourists and Parisians who had grown tired of being cooped up with families for the holidays.

Fortunately, Mistress had booked separate hotel rooms for us in Brussels, allowing us some moments to vocalize our passion, with a little cock riding thrown in for good measure.

Ahhhhhh.

We found Brussels to me muck more open and friendly.... a gregarious party town compared to the more reserved ways of the Parisians. Our youngest introduced us to a bar she had frequented while studying here during her senior year in high school.  It may have been the best bar ever... called Delerium.  I didn't want to think what she might have gotten up to at age 18 there in the wee hours of a Brussels Saturday.  I for one was overtaken by the pleasures of a local Christmas brew.  Don't think it was named after our last President. Apparently Slave was not quite ready for a 12% alcohol content beer.

Ouch.

Our next stop was via the high speed rail to Amsterdam, a place more beautiful and vibrant than we could have imagined. Our youngest insisted on a stroll through the red light district this afternoon. It was an odd juxtaposition:  beautiful old streetscapes, steeples, canals and churches with tarty arely dressed babes standing behind street level windows hawking their "wares".  Apparently, they've discovered a new kink: most were looking bored and texting on their cell phones as the pedestrians strolled by and gaped. Is this a new form of dominance: pay be 100 euros to watch me ignore you while texting. I get that on a daily basis from my daughters, but at least they remain dressed when doing that over dinner or breakfast.

By around 4 pm we were ready for a rest, and again Mistress scored: this time by making sure we have a cute little walk up apartment with separate bedrooms on a different floor from our two cuties.

But there was one hitch: our bedroom has the only shower.

This am we woke early just for some wake-up sex. But just as slave had dipped his head under the sheets to "prime the pump", so to speak, the older daughter was knocking and sliding into the room for her morning shower!

Oops.

Wonder what she figured her dear old dad was up to.

Once the shower was on, I "returned to task", and Mistress got her little wake up cum.

But Slave had to wait until this afternoon's nap time for his own satisfaction.

Fortunately, it was worth the wait.

Bon Noel!

With limited privacy in our little pied a tier here in an old neighborhood of Paris, we've had little time for sex, let alone posting about having sex.

Yes, we've been squeezing in some wake-up rendezvouses between the sheets, trying to stifle as best we can, while still asking for Mistress's permission to cum.  But I am a little concerned that our cute Co-Ed can hear us, considering her recitation at dinner last night of all the things her parents repeat to one another when we organize ourselves in the morning.

"I'm going to eat some yogurt and then put my clothes on, Mick" was a particular one that she jerked her mother's chain about.

"You don't want your mother to get sticky yogurt on those nice clothes, do you?" I rejoined.

Our other Co-Ed, the one who considers herself a real Parisian by virtue of a 6 month study abroad adventure, has shown her disdain for her gouche Americans parents and sister whenever possible.

Order coffee with your lunch?

Horrors!

You get the picture.  But she does seem to show up at meal time, before retreating to her private quarters for "personal space".  You can note that we are not complaining.

Of course, none of us are going hungry here. And Mistress is particularly attached to the giant merangues and the colorful macaroons.  I for one am partial to the baguettes.

There has also been some interesting art to see. This image reminded me of Mistress visiting my office for worship:

And lots of interesting windows to enjoy.  One daughter referred to a kinky leather good store as "weird", so I had to resist the temptation to check out the leather cuffs and collars. But I did snap a shot of the window and it's assortment of holiday latexwear:

Of course, Mistress does miss being in more regular contact with her lover, Jay.  They've been able to trade text messages by viber, but she's only had enough privacy to call him once, when our daughter stepped outside to call her boyfriend.  It was cute to hear her engage in romantic chit chat, while I stood guard to make sure our daughter was not able to listen in.  Moms with lovers a la carte are not  something most American girls can handle well, are they?

We hope all you devoted readers and your families enjoy peaceful and joyous holidays, and have more sex than we can this joyous season.

Femdom Night at the Museum?

Yesterday, while the cute Co-Eds were sleeping in, Mistress and Slave took in a nearby museum devoted to Jewish heritage and life in Paris. After we wandered through the impressive (and heartbreaking) exhibits, we stepped into the Museum book store. My search for a gift to bring home to my grand-kids was quickly diverted when I noticed a book that seemed to focus on the idolatry of the female gender - or at least their feet.  Here's the cover:

And here are a couple of other illustrations:

Maybe someone more facile at French can interpret the cover for me?

But your correspondent is having trouble figuring how this inspiring guidebook ended up in the museum collection.

Now I'm going to get back to sucking on Mistress's toes.