So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!

~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 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 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

Sunday, October 29, 2006
His Voice

The phone rang twice before she answered, “Hello”

“Hello” he said, but his hello was a long drawn-out low almost sultry hello. Hers had been almost matter of fact, but when she realized it him her tone changed.

“Hello” she said again in a more playful voice.

His voice started her day and for a brief period she was with him. His voice carried her off; she could see him and as he talked almost feel him. She felt him in a way that made her remember moments, so it didn’t matter what he was saying or how mundane it might be; she was transported through time and space and found herself in the same room. She anticipated the conversation and the way he aroused her, teased her until she admitted that she was wet. When it came time to say good-bye or good-night she hated it; hated the fact she would be waiting for hours.

“I love what your voice does to me and I hate it when you say good-bye; I want to be there and feel you”

“But you can’t be and the phone is all we have, so you will have to be patient”

“I want to feel you again. I close my eyes when you talk and I can see you, but I want to feel you, smell you, touch you. I don’t want to say good-bye” She was starving for that touch; sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, always in control he would bring her wanting into his arms. He would take her anyway he desired and she would give herself to him willingly, over and over again.

“If you want me now there is something I can do, but I must warn you there is no way you can reverse what I am willing to do” he told her in that same provocative voice.

“What are you talking about? You know I want you and would never want you to go away” she told him and meant it. Her long distance relationship had become more than she bargained for and she toyed with the idea of abandoning everything to be with him, but he refused to let her.

“I have a unique power. In the past I have been able to plant a part of me in one who would allow it and once inside grow. The only problem is, there is no controlling that being. It will grow and fill you with desire and when you can take no more; satisfy that desire. It will thrive on your lust and only make you lust for more and there is no way to deny it. It is why I say you must be sure you want me in you. Think about it and I will call you tonight, until then be good”

“I want you to do it” she responded, but he told her to wait and think about it and that he would talk to her later.

“What was there to think about” she thought. If it meant he would be with her or a part of her in some way; she knew she wanted it to happen.
When he called that night, the phone rang only once and she leapt on it. “Hello” her voice resonated her anticipation.

“Hello” he said in that same way that caused her to become wet instantaneously.

“I’ve thought about it and if it will relieve this craving then I want you to do whatever it is you do” To anyone else the conversation would have sounded peculiar or like that of a patient willing to accept some experimental procedure to make some pain go away. It was some unknown procedure, but she hoped it would make his absence easier to bear.

“You must open yourself up to me; hear, think about, submerge yourself in my words and voice. When you hang up your phone, you must go to bed with my voice still fresh in your head. I want you to hear me as I take you into deep sleep and open your subconscious to me.” She was hanging on his words and trying to block her own thoughts and questions from her mind. There was so much she wanted to know, but more importantly she wanted to be as close to him as she could be. She didn’t say a word and did as told; when she heard him say “Good-night my love”, she went to her bed and turned off the light. There was silence in the room, but in her mind she heard his voice repeating over and over again, “Let me in, I want to be in you.” As she went deeper into her sleep, she imagined unlocking a door and watched as he passed through it.

When she opened her eyes the next morning; her body ached as much as it did after a hard work out. Her thighs were sore, but more importantly she was lying in a very wet spot. She couldn’t remember anything after opening the door, but was sure she been ravaged in some strange way. Suddenly from within her mind she heard his voice, “Good morning, did you sleep well? I enjoyed you last night, your pussy was willing though your legs resisted. I didn’t want to wake you, so I just took advantage of your hungry cunt and let you sleep”

“Holy shit” she thought, “He is in me, and he has the power to manipulate my body. This is weird, but at least he is here.”

“Yes my love, I am here and I can manipulate and satisfy your body as I desire. Since you are awake now, I want you to spread your legs again.” She did as told and within seconds felt a tongue licking her pussy; she closed her eyes and held onto the sheet as she felt a finger enter into her as the tongue focused on her clit. The finger began to massage her G-spot and her arousal began. She had a small orgasm and then felt his full weight on her and his full cock enter her. There was nothing she could do; there was no body to touch or hold on to, just the pressure of his frame and the thrust of his cock over and over again until she came so hard she cried out.

The phone rang, and she was jolted back into the here and now. “Hello” she said and heard him reply, just as he always did.

“Well, did you get what you wanted last night?”

“I am not sure what happened last night, but I know what just happened and it was fantastic. I’m not sure why you were hesitant about doing this when you knew how much I wanted to be with you, but I’m glad you are in me now”

“I was hesitant, because I have no control over what takes place now; it is not controlled by me or you. I just want you happy.”

“Well so far, I see no reason to even try, but I have to go. I need to get showered, dressed and go to work. I’ll talk to you later” He barely got his good-bye out and the phone disconnected.

She got out of the bed stripped it and then threw the sheets in the washer. She put fresh sheets on the bed and started the shower. Her pussy was still wet and throbbing as she stepped in. She took the shower gel and began washing her body; first her face, then breast and as the suds ran down she gathered them and began to wash her pussy. “I’ll do that” he said. “Turn around and face the shower, then lean forward and I’ll clean your cunt inside and out.” Without a word she did as told and soon felt hands on her hips and his cock parting her pussy lips. She felt his thrust and responded to his rhythm; he was hard and pounding against her ass while holding on tightly to her ass and waist. He was growing inside of her and she could feel her cunt stretch to accommodate him until it could stretch no more. Her mind was lost in the moment and when he came the force was unbelievable causing her to cum too.

“My God, my God. That was incredible” she squealed, her pussy ached from the attention it was receiving and her legs were weak. “I need to get to work, and you need to be good and let me finish”

“I’m always good” his voice responded as she toweled off and began to ready herself for her shift. She put on her uniform grabbed a quick snack and went to her car. As she began to back out of the driveway, she felt a hand on her thigh and knew it was him.

“Stop it, I need to drive”

“You drive the car and I’ll drive you…..crazy.” There was no hand to push away, just the feeling of a hand as it rubbed her thigh and inched itself closer to her pussy. She tried clamping her thighs together, but it made driving impossible. She felt the hand pull her thigh toward the passenger side and then push her panty aside to penetrate her. The finger ran itself up and down her labia until the wetness gathered on her lips. She became slick and was easily opened as two fingers began to probe her. Her leg straightened and pushed down on the brake causing the cars behind her to brake suddenly. A cop waiting at the corner witnessed the sudden breaking and threw on his lights and siren. Her heart was racing as she pulled over to the curb.

“Mam, would you care to tell me why you threw your brakes on for no reason? You almost caused a car accident”

“I’m sorry officer, it was a spasm in my right leg and I pushed down on the break; I didn’t do it deliberately”

The cop was looking down at her in the car and noticed her uniform pants were darkened at the crotch. “You must have scared yourself, you’ll need to clean yourself up” he said motioning towards her lap.

“Yes sir, as soon as I get to work. I’ll do that and try to walk off the cramp”

“Just drive safely” He told her as he let her go.

“Damn it, look what you’ve done, now I’ll have to change at work”

“I did nothing, that’s your cum, my love and I’d say you gave it willingly” His voice had that same quality he used when he teased her and it always made her smile, but this was serious because the cop was right, there could have been a wreck. When she got to work, she went to the women’s locker room and removed her uniform skirt. Her pussy was wet as were her panties, but she didn’t have a spare pair. She slid the panties off and put them in her locker, grabbed the skirt and a tampon and went into a bathroom stall. She peed and dried herself, but before she could put the tampon in she felt her legs pressed apart and his fingers once again enter her. “You are so wet my love, let me take you”.

She rose from the seat and tried to exit the stall, but felt herself being pushed into the door as his cock entered her once again. There was no resistance, her moisture acted like a lube and let him in. Once in, he held her hair like a rein as if he was riding her. Every time he thrust forward her hips slammed into the stall door and the sound echoed throughout the locker room. She wanted to resist but couldn’t and couldn’t stop herself from screaming as she came over and over again.

She hadn’t noticed, but one of the other girls had come into the locker room, “Kay is that you? Are you OK.?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just thought I saw a mouse and freaked out”

“Well report it to the floor manager and he’ll set a trap”

“A mouse my love? Surely I am bigger than a mouse.” He taunted her as she dried herself yet again and inserted the tampon to collect the moisture that was trapped inside. She made it to the casino floor with her tray and was set upon by the floor supervisor.

“You’re late”

“Sorry, I was almost in an accident and spilled coffee on my uniform, so I had to change. Then I saw a “mouse” in the lady’s locker room.”

“Yeah, well get out there and make us some money; I’ll take care of the mouse” She left his side and began to make the rounds of the tables and machines. Most of the players knew her and each time one paid her any prolonged attention or flirted with her; his voice would drown theirs out and he would stimulate her clit until she was force to run to the ladies room again to replace her tampon. She barely made it through her shift and when it was over drove home as fast as she could trying desperately to ignore what was happening in her heart and mind.

When she arrived home he was merciless in his pursuit of pleasure. Her body ached and her pussy felt swollen as it continued to throb, but when he parted her legs to fuck or lick her she could not resist. It was as if there was a female equivalent of his spirit inside of her and it too had an insatiable appetite. Over and over he took her until the phone rang. She grabbed it and breathlessly said “hello!!!”

“Hello” he said once again in that deliberate seductive tone.

“You have to recall this thing you placed in me; it won’t let me function or do anything for that matter. If I stand, sit or lay down for more than a minute, it begins arousing me until there is nothing but surrender left for me. I am constantly wet, if not cumming and I’m sore; my pussy feels raw.”

“I’m sorry my love, but like I said when you told me you wanted it in you; “There is no recalling it”

“But it isn’t about pleasure anymore and its becoming a pain in the ass”, no sooner had she spoke the words, when she heard the voice from within.

“Your ass is next my love, I will teach you to enjoy it.”

Posted at 08:17 pm by BondageMaster

November 13, 2006   11:31 AM PST
I'd repost my original comment, but I can't remember all of it. oh well... guess it's gone for good.
October 31, 2006   11:18 PM PST
I had an experience similar to this about a year ago. It was wonderfully exciting, at times very frustrating; but always tempered by his commanding sensually smooth voice. mmmmmmmmmmm!

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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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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 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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