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~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade


"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself today.....to see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings dissapear.......you are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS







Thursday, January 31, 2008
The Beads - A Semi-Fictional Account

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Felicity St. John was a 23 year old woman when she hit Frenchman St. just outside of the French Quarter. She and several of her classmates had driven to New Orleans for the first parade of the 2007 Mardi Gras. It was not like the bigger parades to be held during Mardi Gras; this was a local parade held by the Krewe Du Vieux, an irreverent gang of pranksters bent on exposing the hypocrisy of the government and some of the people who represented the people of New Orleans and the state of Louisiana.

Felicity was there because she knew it would be one big party and she loved to party. She was 5’6” of fun and figured there would be time enough to get serious about life when she got older, but that night was for drinking, playing and perhaps meeting a guy she could satisfy herself with. She wasn’t looking for anything more than a good time and she knew the streets would be crowded with guys looking for the same thing. Felicity was a slut by choice, whose name was at best an oxymoron; she had allowed many into her bed, but few into her head.

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The parade was scheduled to begin at 6:30 PM, so she and her entourage started drinking at 4:30; cruising the streets of the Quarter with Hurricanes in hand. By nightfall the temperature had dropped so they took refuge in The Blue Nile and had another drink while they waited. When they saw the parade begin they exited and fought their way curbside. The big party had begun, with mule drawn floats and marchers throwing beads, condoms, cups and bagels as they went by. Felicity just watched, she had been to Mardi Gras parades before and had caught a lot of beads, so the experience didn’t have the attached thrill it once had. Instead of beads she focused on the tall dark haired male wearing an LSU jacket. She stepped in front of him and said, “I’ll bet you get a better view from up there”.

“I’d say it just got better. My name is Nic, what’s yours” Felicity was reluctant to part with the information, she wasn’t really interested in small talk; she was more interested in finding a place to spend the night and someone to spend it with.

“My name is Sue, how do you do” she smirked as she thought about the Johnny Cash lyric and extended her hand. Nic took it and could feel the night chill on her flesh.

“You have cold hands”

“Yeah, its colder than I thought it would be and drinking Hurricanes probably doesn’t help warm me in anyway but internally” she said. It was at about that moment that an older man dressed in street clothes and an overcoat approached Felicity.

“I’ve been saving these just for you”, he said while reaching into the coats deep pocket. When he extracted his hand he handed her a set of glass beads with four ceramic Voo Doo dolls.

She looked the beads and said “Thank you darling” as the old man walked away. She turned to Nic and showed him the beads. “Did you hear that, he said he’d been saving these for me; I’ve never seen anything like them”

“Me neither, they look old and the Voo Doo dolls kind of scare me. Probably just some old creep wanting to score points with a young hottie”

“So you think he’s an old creep?”

“Yeah probably”

“And I am a young hottie?”

“Definitely, cold hands and all”

“Well if you want to score points, I’ll let you buy me a drink” She took him by the hand and they walked into the Blue Nile, “I’ll have a Dirty Martini” Nic ordered the drinks and found them a couple of stools at the bar. “You seem like a nice guy, what do you do?”

“I’m an engineer for a company in Baton Rouge; what about you?

Felicity thought for a moment and said “I’m a teacher; I teach the third grade at a school for deaf children” She said it with a sincere look on her face and he had no reason to question her.
“Wow that’s really something , you must feel pretty good about your job“

“Yeah, I like to think I’m making a difference. Hey did you get a room when you came to town?”

“At the Marriott; why, what did you have in mind?”

“Well it’s cold out there, and the drinks here are kind of pricey, so I figured we could get a bottle and go back to your place, chill and get to know each other.” Nic felt like it was Christmas; he had met a girl who wanted to go back to his place and get to know him, that could only mean one thing. He called a cab and they drank until it showed up. Nic covered the tab and instructed the driver to go to the VooDoo Liquor store on Canal St. He ran in and got a bottle of vodka and some dirty martini mix and returned to the cab. When they got to the Marriott, he ushered her out of the cab and through the lobby so fast that she didn’t notice the old man seated on one of the lobby chairs.

Nic slid the key card down the slot and flipped on the light as they entered the room. “I’ll go get some ice” he said as he grabbed the ice bucket from the dresser.

“Good that will give me a chance to freshen up; see you in a minute” Once he was out of the room Felicity went to the dresser and checked out the contents. “OK what do we have, socks, boxers, shirts, pants; nothing too exciting.” She then searched the closet, but only found his empty suitcase. “Ho hum, I guess he wasn’t expecting to get lucky.” She closed the closet door and walked into the bathroom; his shaving kit sat on the counter with some of the contents next to it. Felicity opened the kit and found small bottle of vitamins and another that made her smile. “Nic you little horn dawg, you’ve got Viagra, but I won’t tell. I only wish you had some X for me. Oh well I’ll have some fun one way or the other” She said, as she slipped out of her Levi’s and thong. She pulled her shirt off over her head and removed a lacey bra, then turned the water on in the tub. As soon as it heated up she turned on the shower and stepped in.

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The hot water felt good after the cold night air; she had showered and shaved earlier, but she was now preparing for play and wanted to be fresh. She grabbed the tiny bottle of shampoo, emptied it onto her hair and began to create suds which cascaded down over her body. Felicity loved her body; every inch of it and a shower or bath was her way of showing her appreciation of it. She took the suds and began rubbing them over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them in the process. Her nipples hardened between her fingers as she squeezed them and she could feel her cunt respond. She had learned early on in life that most men had no concept of foreplay and that when she entered into play if she wasn’t already stimulated that the experience could or would be very unsatisfying.

Her cunt quivered with the expectation of being touched, so she touched it. She let her soapy hand slide over it and then drew it back up, letting her middle finger part her lips until it found her swollen clit. “The first one’s on me” she thought as she rubbed the pink pearl. She started slowly with a little pressure and little rotations and as her body responded she increased the pressure until the urge to cum was almost painful. “Not yet, make it last” she urged herself, but nothing could stop it; she had to cum and cum hard. Just as her climax came she heard a knock at the door.

“Are you alright in there” Nic called to her through the closed door.
In the throws of her orgasm she responded “YES, I’M CUMMING, be there in a minute”, then she chuckled to herself. She let the water wash the cum from her lips, but not before tasting her own sweetness. She washed the remaining shampoo from her hair and poured the conditioner into it, then rinsed it out and rinsed her body one more time. “Show time” she thought as she dried her body. She wrapped one towel around her body and another around her hair the exited the bathroom.

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Nic was busy trying to prepare a couple of martinis in plastic cups, but looked up when Felicity entered the room. He was so startled and delighted to see her half naked body that he almost dropped the drinks.

“Steady boy, I thought a shower might wake me up and I used your soap and stuff; I hope you don’t mind” She knew he didn’t mind; they never mind; because they know they are just one damp towel away from getting a piece of ass. “Is that for me?” she asked glancing and the cup he held in his right hand.

Nic was snapped back into the reality of the moment and away from the fantasies that filled his head. “Yeah, I hope it’s alright.” He said handing her the cup.

“Vodka and olive juice is kind of a hard drink to fuck up” she thought, but said “Yeah it’s delicious” as she sucked the glass dry. “I guess I was thirsty, is there more?” Nic bounced back to his homemade bar and made another drink, then handed it to her. She had picked up the remote and was reading the instructions that came for the TV. “You get the Playboy Station, do you want to watch something?” Again it was just a rhetorical question, since she knew that most guys wouldn’t pass on an opportunity to watch porn with a girl. But Nic responded anyway.

“Yeah go ahead and order it, I’m going to go freshen up.” Nic headed for the bathroom and Felicity smiled, thinking about the bottle of Viagra in the shaving kit. She finished her drink and poured herself another as the station came on. When Nic stepped out of the bathroom, he was holding an empty glass in one hand and Felicity’s clothes in the other. I figured you’d need these eventually and didn’t want to step on your prize beads. She had forgotten about the old man and the beads until she was shown them again, She reached out and took the strand in her had then dangled it in front of her eyes before putting them on. The four Voo Doo dolls were evenly divided over each breast and the strand ended just above her cleavage.

“What do you think?” she asked shaking her breasts in front of him.
Nic watched and prayed for the towel to fall to the ground. “Hot very hot, you look like one of those Voo Doo Queens; a white Marie La Veau” he said.

“And I’m going to turn you into my zombie lover”

Felicity knew that he had taken the Viagra when he went into the bathroom and that between its affect and her promiscuous taunting that he was ready to explode. To top things off there was the moaning and groaning of the actors fucking on the Playboy channel. Felicity put her drink on one of the side tables next to the bed, then crawled up on the firm mattress; sitting with her back against the headboard and her legs outstretched and slightly spread. Nic watched and took a drink from his glass. “What are we doing here?” he asked. “This is killing me” She looked at his bulging crotch and imagined his engorged cock cramped in the confined space.

“I think we are getting to know each other; don’t you want to know me better?”

“What I want, is to rip that towel off of you and fuck your brains out” is what he thought. “Yes” is what he said. “I’m going to get comfortable, then we can “get to know each other”” Nic slipped his shoes off and went into the bathroom; when he emerged he was wearing his boxers and a t-shirt. The shirt was large on him and covered the boxers enough to hide his erection while he was standing, but when he laid back on the bed it became quite obvious.

“What are you hiding under there?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself” At last he was going for it; Felicity was amazed at how long it had taken.

“OK, let’s see what’s going on down there” Without looking she slip her hand under the t-shirt; Nic watched her amazed at the nonchalant manner in which she moved. Her hand moved up his thigh and found his out stretched member, then she wrapped her fingers around it and applied pressure. “Wow you have a handful down there; that must be pretty uncomfortable”

“It is” was his only response

“Let me see what I can do, but the boxers have to go” she said as she rolled toward him. She grabbed the shorts at the waist band and pulled them down below his knees at which point he kicked them off. “That’s better.” She looked at his erect cock; and took it in her hand slowly stroking it. “You aren’t going to just explode in my mouth if I start sucking on it are you? That wouldn’t be fair at all would it?” She enjoyed taunting him as she enjoyed taunting most of her many lovers, it gave her a cruel satisfaction.

“Christ woman, you’re killing me. Are you just fucking with me, or what?” She took her hand away and crawled up on his body, sitting with his swollen cock resting against her ass.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll do for you as you do for me.” She brought her hand down to her moist cunt and dipped her finger in and then brought it to her mouth. “It seems we both have a need” she said dipping the finger in his mouth. “Do you like the way I taste?”

“Put your pussy up here and I’ll let you know.” He grabbed her by the ass with both hands and pulled her forward; she went willingly and knelt with her cunt on his mouth. As he licked and sucked she rocked against his mouth; her arms were out stretched with her hands on the wall.

“Yes that’s it; lick me, suck me, let me feel your tongue on my clit” She was excited by him for the first time all night and could feel her own orgasm begin to build like a wave inside of her. She rocked harder, pressing herself against his mouth until her climax was could not be held any longer. She could feel her body contract as it came. “Yes that’s it drink me”

Nic did drink, but wanted more. “Fucking cunt, now it’s my turn” He pushed her back and she fell backwards onto the bed. Within seconds he had her legs parted and shoved his still hard cock into her still streaming cunt. He kept her legs elevated as he pounded her cunt, over and over again. Much to her surprise he didn’t cum right away, but continued to fuck her until she came again. You liked that, now let’s see if you like this” He pulled out and forced her onto her stomach, grasped his cock in one hand while holding her legs apart with his own and pressed his swollen member against her tight little anus. She feigned a struggle, but then relaxed and allowed him to press it in. She was tight and he was excited, it took only a few minutes for him to exhaust himself in her.

The beads were still around her neck as he pulled back on them choking her. She felt him continue to fuck her ass as the choking caused a euphoric response. She was barely able to speak, but said “Fuck it harder, fuck my ass” He let up on the beads and continued to hump her until he could do no more. He laid on top of her, exhausted until she rolled him off. She could feel his cum trickling down her thigh and excused herself to the bathroom.

Once inside she peed and expelled his cum from her ass, then bathed the areas. When she was done she looked in the mirror. The beads and one of the Voo Doo dolls had left an impression on her skin and she stared at it wondering if it was going to bruise. When she was done admiring here battle scars, she went to his shaving kit and removed the bottle of Viagra. “Let’s see what another one of mother’s little helpers can do. She laid the blue diamond shaped tab on the counter and crushed it with one of the bathroom glasses, then pushed the powder from the counter into the glass.

When she exited the bathroom she headed directly for the make-shift bar, threw some ice into the glass and made another drink. Then walked to the bed, “Here, you’ll need this to keep up.” She watched him take drink the drink and wondered what affect the second pill would have on him.

“Aren’t you going to need another?” He motioned to her empty glass.
“Sure, no one should drink alone” She walked to the bar, still naked and still wearing the beads. The imprint of the Voo Doo doll was a bit redder than it had been and was beginning to burn. “I must have rubbed too hard against it” she thought to herself, while looking into the bureau mirror. She paraded around the room as his eyes followed her. The second Viagra was beginning to pulsate through his body, as his cock began to pulsate under the sheet.

“Come back to the bed, it’s lonely here” his cock swelled and became noticeable under the sheet.

“Looks like you have unfinished business; let me see what I can do.” She leaned in over his cock and began sucking it, but he had other plans. He pushed her back. “Hey, don’t you like my lips on your cock anymore”

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“I have a better idea” he led her to the bureau and had her bend forward so she could watch in the mirror and then started pounding his cock into her cunt. She liked his new found energy and moved with it; every now and then looking into the mirror. He fucked her like no other man had and she lost track of her orgasms. She glimpsed at the mirror and was startled, seeing something unexpected, but then another orgasm washed the concern away. It seemed as if hours had passed and he showed no sign of letting up. She raised her head again and horror set in; her hair looked white.

“Stop” she demanded, but her lover just locked his hand in her hair and pushed harder. She fought and was able to break free, but he was coming at her with a crazed look on his face, so she grabbed a lamp and struck him on the head. He went down and she turned to run, but he grabbed her ankle and she fell forward striking her head on the way down. The rest was a blur, she heard drums, but believed it was the pounding in her head. She heard voices; she couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t the blur became darkness and the voices became silent.

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When she awoke, she was still laying on the floor naked. She raised her aching head and looked around the room to see if her play partner was still there, but saw no one. “Fucking asshole, not even a goodbye kiss” She sat on the floor for a while; her vision seemed blurred and she ached all over. She attributed the aches to the rough sex and trying to fight Nic off once he became aggressive. From the floor she crawled onto the bed and noticed the beads were still dangling from her neck. “I need a shower” she thought as she removed the beads. It was the first time she actually looked at them and noticed they were not the crappy plastic beads generally thrown at parades. The Voo Doo dolls were green and red painted ceramic, while the spacing beads were pearlesant white glass with a large gold wand small black glass bead in between them. She had lived in New Orleans all of her life and never saw the likes of them before. She laid them on the bureau as she walked into the darkened bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot streaming water soon steamed up the room, “First hot, then cold that should clear out the cobwebs in my head” she said audibly.

When her shower was over she realized there were no fresh towels and remembered using them the night before. She found them next to the bed where she had dropped them the night before and began toweling off. She wrapped the towel around her as she had the night before and began drying her hair, creating a turban out of the towel when she was done. Her vision, though better still seemed blurred; she assumed it was related to the fall. Her body also still ached and she had nothing, not even an aspirin to alleviate it. It wasn’t until she started dressing that she noticed anything peculiar with her body. Her hands looked old and the skin was almost translucent. “What the fuck!” she screamed and then ran into the bathroom. Her face had aged as well and the place where the Voo Doo doll had left its impression was now crimson red. “Shit, shit, shit, this isn’t happening. I’m 23 not 73 what the hell is happening to me. She grabbed her shirt and removed the towel to pull it over her head; once it was on she looked up into the mirror again and gasped. Her hair had turned grey overnight. “No, no, no I won’t accept this; I must still be unconscious” she prayed, but no amount of prayer was going to help her.

She came out of the bathroom and grasped the end of the bureau, then looked down and saw the beads. “Voo Doo; of course, but why me” She finished dressing, checked her wallet and called a cab. She knew the French Quarter had a plethora of shops with the name Voo Doo in them, but only one could hook her up with a bona fide practitioner.

She had the desk call a cab, because she didn’t want anyone to see her. When it arrived she practically ran through the lobby; but her legs were tired and a fast walk was all she could muster. The cabby was a middle aged man and she felt infuriated when he said “Where to mam” It should have been “Miss” she was a “Miss” and not a “Mam”, but given her appearance how could the cabbie know.

“Voo Doo Authentica on Dumaine” she demanded “And don’t call me Mam” She clutched the beads in her hand, because she had no bag. She had gotten the number of the shop and then the shop owner prior to leaving and had called to make sure someone would be there. The shop door was open when she got there and the proprietress sat on a stool behind a counter just inside the door. “I’m the person that called you”

“OK and what is it you need Mam” There that word was again; Felicity ground her teeth together trying to curb her tongue.

“How old would you say I am?” she asked

“I really don’t know Mam, and would hazard to guess”

“Would you guess 23?”

“Honestly; no Mam, not unless you were born on a leap year”

“Well I am and I wasn’t, I looked 23 until I was given these beads last night; now I look 83”
She extended her hand with the Voo Doo beads in it. The woman looked at them and a look of horror swept over her. “Put them away, I can’t help you”

“But you know someone who can, don’t you?”

“Maybe, leave your number and I will make a call, if he can help you he will call you. Now please leave my shop” The woman shoved a piece of paper into Felicity’s hand and practically shoved her out the door. The cab was gone so she made her way down to Decatur where she knew there was a stand. When she entered the cab she realized she couldn’t go home. She had a roommate who would think she was a mad woman and she couldn’t go to her parent’s house for the same reason. She had the cab take her to an affordable hotel where she could get a room and wait for the call. It came about 10PM after she had already cried herself to sleep. It was a man’s voice and he sounded as if he was Jamaican or from someplace close to Jamaica.

“I am Haitian.” He responded without being asked the question. “You have those beads on you?”

“Yes”

“Well you best take them off and wrap them in tinfoil. Them beads are cursed and been cursed for centuries. They belonged to Marie and were buried on her, until some riffraff stole them. Course he was struck dead, but the beads didn’t get returned. They went to his daughter and she grew old real fast. My great, great grandfather realized what happened and told the holder to pass them on the first night of Carnival; she had to find someone who she knew was a seducer and give them to him or her in person. The dolls feed on the recipient’s vanity and immoral behavior. “Rotten on the inside, rot on the outside” is the curse. If you want to reverse this curse, you must find someone more vain and immoral than you and hand them off, but you must also swear to be a better person or the spell can’t be reversed.”

“So I have to stay like this until the first parade next week?

“Oh no Miss., you gotta hang onto those beads for the next year and give them a way at the Krewe Du Vieux parade same as where you got them”

“A fucking year; no way”

“Yes Miss, the only way; to do anything else would mean death by old age”

Felicity felt powerless for the first time in a very long time. From the time she was a child, she manipulated the people around her. First it was her family and relatives who couldn’t say “No” to the cute little blonde girl. Then it was the boys in school and as she matured she found that sexual favors could get her anything she wanted. When she got a job, she seduced her boss and basically blackmailed him over the affair. Now it would seem she was faced with the wages of her sin. She knew she couldn’t return to her home or her parent’s home. She called her parents and told them that she had accepted a job in Europe and would be gone for an undetermined period of time, but hopefully would be back in a year. She called her roommate and told her a similar story, but added that she would stop by their apartment and pick up some things, but that the rest could be sold to cover her share of the rent.

She didn’t want to leave New Orleans so she found a cheap rental in an unsavory area. She waited until her roommate had left for work before going to the apartment, then packed clothing and took the microwave, her TV, her computer and some linen along with toiletries. The bare necessities were all she could fit into her little car. She also took her photos, to remind her of the girl she once was; it was at that point that the weight of what was happening hit her and she began to cry.

Her new home had been empty since hurricane Katrina; the landlord had done as little as possible to make it livable and though it was a spacious Shotgun style unit, only half of it was worth living in. It was all she could afford and she knew she had to do it on her own. She had never been alone in her life and loneliness was a hard pill to swallow so she adopted a cat and named her Friend; at this point in her life a friend was the most valuable possession she could have.

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She spent the next year living frugally; she would walk the streets of the Quarter often passing by places she frequented prior to that day and seeing the faces of people she knew, but none recognized her as she was. On one occasion she entered a bar during “happy hour” and sat close to her old roommate and other friends undetected. It was on that day that the conversation included her. “Have you heard from Felicity?” one of the people asked.
Her roommate responded “No and knowing her I probably won’t, she bailed on me and left me with crap to sell and try to make the rent”

“Well, maybe it’s better that she is gone. I was tired of footing her bill every time we went out to party“ another of her friends said.

She remembered the Christmas Carol and Scrooges visitations by the three ghosts; how they could see but not be seen by people from his past, present and future. She felt as if she was invisible to those in her past and present and had serious doubts about her future. She had never been confronted with criticism before and assumed her coquettish behavior was considered cute, Now she could only sit through the insults and not allow herself to be discovered. The Voo Doo Doctor had told her that she would have to find one who was more vain and immoral than she was, but now listening to her friends she wasn’t sure there was anyone more vain or immoral.

Six months into her exile, she came across a website belonging to a man living just outside of the Quarter. His site led her to two other sites where he had posted profiles. The reason she was interested was simple; the site belonged to the man she had met the night of the Krewe Du Vieux, the young man she had seduced. It turned out he wasn’t from Baton Rouge, but was a local and a swinger at that. At first she was infuriated, because he had lied to her, but then realized that she too had lied and that she had chose him for her fun and games. She read his words as he had bragged about his conquest that night and about his sexual prowess and seethed. It was evident that he was as bad as her, if not worse.

Felicity and Friend lived much like hermits as the year progressed. When the summer came there were no parties at the beach; in fact she didn’t even get a bathing suit. Her old skin was pasty white rather than the golden brown it had been most of her life. When the holidays came there were no parties or dinners with her family; all she could do was e-mail them and tell them she was doing fine. All the New Year meant was Mardi Gras was only a short time away and if she was right or rather if the Voo Doo Doctor was right her curse would be lifted. She had learned humility, through humiliation and wish only to be young enough to enjoy life again.

Right after the New Year she began corresponding with Nic via e-mail. She appealed to his vanity first and then to his sexual nature. She used another woman’s photos to set her trap and told him that she would be on Frenchmen St. for the Krewe Du Vieux parade. It was really quite simple and he never thought it might be Felicity or the girl he knew as Sue.
On January 19, 2008 Felicity caught a cab to Frenchman and Royal St. and waited for the parade to begin. She carried an older purse and in it wrapped in tinfoil were the cursed beads. The parade began just after sundown at around six o’clock; she had told Nic to meet her in front of Mona’s Middle Eastern restaurant around 8:30 and at 8:15 she saw him arrive. The Magical Mystery Tour floats and parading participants were moving down Frenchmen and Nic had already met someone else that he was making a move on. Felicity entered the street as the parade went by and stopped in front of Nic. “I’ve been saving these beads just for you” she said while fishing them out of her bag.

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“Well thank you Darlin” he responded and turned to the girl to show off his prize. Felicity had set the curse in motion again with no idea as to how it would affect her. She returned to her little apartment and Friend, made a light dinner and drank wine while watching the News on TV. She dosed off in the chair she was sitting in shortly before midnight with Friend on her lap. As she slept, Nic was busy fucking the girl he had met at the parade with the beads hanging from his neck, but only after getting her drunk and slipping her a Rufinol. The poor girl had no idea as to what was happening as he spread her out on the bed and took full advantage of her weakened condition. He raped her repeatedly and then rolled her onto her stomach and sodomized her. He stopped twice to drink vodka and to take another Viagra and then continued his assault on the girl. This lasted about four hours before the alcohol rendered him unconscious.

The girl awoke before he did, she was groggy and had a vague idea as to what had happened to her; her first thought was escape so she dressed and left her attacker in the room laying face down on the bed. She stumbled down the hall at the Marriott and road the elevator down to the lobby where she reported the assault.

Nic was awakened by the police who had entered his room after hotel security had let them in. They cuffed him before he was fully awake and advised him of his rights. He was still naked and asked if he could get dressed before leaving the room, fearing an embarrassing scene once outside. An officer went into the bathroom and removed the shaving kit and made sure there was no means of escape before allowing him in. Just before he entered the room the cop took the beads from around his neck, “Wouldn’t want you to hang yourself Sir” he said. Nic felt funny being called Sir by a cop old enough to be his father. Once inside he pulled on his pants, pulled his shirt over his head and started to was his face; that was the first time he saw his reflection. He shrieked in horror and the cop rushed through the door. “Are you OK?” he asked

“No I am not OK; I am old, what the fuck is going on”

“Well sir as you were advised earlier; you are under arrest for the sexual assault of a minor female and given your age I don’t imagine you surviving the sentence” The cop took him by the elbow and led him out of the room, while another cop gathered up and bagged Nic’s remaining belongings. He bagged everything but the beads. He knew they wouldn’t be missed and because they were glass might have some value.

Felicity awoke that morning and made a pot of coffee, then walked into the bathroom. She had long since quit looking in the mirror, because she didn’t like what she saw looking back; today was no exception. Instead she brushed her teeth and began to run the shower. She stepped in and let the hot water run over her body and then began shampooing her hair, the suds trailed down over her face, neck and breast as usual, but when she went to wash her breast she once again found them full and sensitive. For a year they had sagged as if she had nursed several children, but now they were as they had been. She jumped out of the shower and wiped the steam from the medicine cabinet mirror; reflected in the glass was a young woman’s face her face. She was elated, but knew she had to return to the world she had left, transition back into the society she had abused. She notified her parents that she had returned and asked if she could stay with them; her mother was delighted. It was five days later that she saw a story in the Times-Picayune about a rapist who died of natural causes while being held in the Orleans jail. He was thought to be 95.

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I have been both a Master and Dom in the BDSM lifestyle for 40 years. I am currently in Sin City, (Las Vegas, Nevada), but I have plied my art all over the country and yes, the giving of pain and pleasure is an art.

I started this because I thought there might be an interaction between myself and like minded individuals, but found most willing to look and not speak; for this reason I have eliminated the tag board and your ability to comment (Consider yourself gagged).

My Blog has become a reflective self analysis and has enabled Me to vent. It has reflected on my childhood, BDSM and it has been a place to share poetry, stories, and art; all erotic in their own way

Having written here for over three years, I realized that I wanted this to be the home of My impure thoughts and deeds; I decided to create another home for the menusha that comes to mind. I created Alt-Thinkining for those who have an interest in my political and social side and who might be appauled or offended by My more carnal thoughts (I love My carnal thoughts ).

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I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.



I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.



You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.



We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.



You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.



You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.



What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.

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And From a Submissive Woman

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high... .. for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful. And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?

If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am that...as wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master. My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and I do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.

His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.


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