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

Saturday, July 16, 2005
The Last Good-bye

He left, telling her he had to. He was becoming consumed by her, it was too easy; her servitude had become more than that, just as there relationship had become more than a Master/slave relationship. He woke to the feeling of her mouth as she took him in and began suckling on his cock (not merely sucking) like a baby at her motherís breast; she was trying to relieve her hunger. At night he fell asleep spent; her smells and fluids all around him, the sheets wet with their sweat and cum. Most men would envy his good fortune; to find a woman who was intelligent, passionate to the point of being insatiable, willing to serve or service him in any manner he desired and who had a predisposition to pain. He however, had come to believe or realize that he was no longer in control; he had in fact become addicted to her and like any addict was at the mercy of his addiction. Before he could control her, he had to regain control of himself so he decided to leave.

She knew she had him from the beginning; the chemistry (if you can call it that) was volatile. It was unstable and made both of them edgy yet excited. He was betrayed by his eyes the minute she noticed him looking at her. It was as though he was making an assessment from this first viewing as to what may be hidden beneath her sequined dress and how he would like to use what he found there. From that moment on she believed he was hers and if he thought the collar he placed around her neck later on signified his ownership; he could not have been more mistaken. As it was larger than a ring, it was more encompassing as well. She was his property in his mind only, but her ownership came with obligations which had turned the owner into the owned.

She knew his likes, from the bedroom into the kitchen and prepared herself with the same meticulous effort that she prepared his meals. She had one objective and that was to keep him and to do that she would satisfy his every lust, because in that she found herself being satisfied in ways that she never knew existed. She could not understand what was happening when he began pulling away; there was shock and disbelief that it could be happening. She knew it wasnít another woman; he had no time to contact or be with another. Besides every time she gave herself to him, she inventoried his body, looking for marks that play might have left behind. There were only those marks that she left in a moments of passion with her climaxes as she dug her nails into him until she felt the wetness of his blood on her fingertips.

Like her, he knew she was his at first sight. Their first encounter was so intense even their friends commented on the energy that existed between them, but their friends would never know what that energy created or how it was used. During that party their eyes had met and after a quick introduction by a mutual friend he reached out and touched her. She felt both his strength and his energy as he took her by the arm to lead her away to a quiet corner. Once in that corner he asked, "Are you feeling what I am?". There was no question as to what he was talking about; she was aroused and his directness was even more arousing. He wasnít making small talk, he was going for the kill and she could feel her own wetness leaving her pantiless crotch and begin down her thighs. Just as there was no doubt as to his meaning; there was only one response that she could utter, "Yes, Sir" she said and the "Sir" had no sooner left her wetted lips when he said "submissive".

"I could feel it when I saw you, have you lived in the lifestyle long?", he asked as if he had just said, "Do you shop here frequently?". But this wasnít about shopping, this was about unspoken desires, about a way of life that wasnít openly discussed and yet there they were discussing it. She blushed and couldnít believe her own physical response; she wasnít a virgin, nor did she consider herself a "good girl". The fact was she thought of herself as being a bit slutty on occasion and yet in front of this man she was blushing like a school girl after her first kiss. She lowered her eyes and replied, " I have only thought of it, but have never really been a part of it. There have been some men who have bound me or who have spanked me, but it was like children playing and I was never that aroused by them nor satisfied. There were two men (on separate occasions) who raped me and acted like it was supposed to have pleased me; all it did was make me weary of men who talked about "BDSM", but I sense something different about you." She raised her eyes until they found his and then he felt her inside of him. As she looked at him she said, "No one has ever fully taken control of me, of my hear and my mind."

He asked if she would like to leave and find a quieter place to continue their conversation, and she nodded. Though unspoken, they both knew how this night would end, but did not know how it would impact them. They walked down the hall that led from the loft to the stairs without talking; she did not walk next to him, but rather a step or two behind. When they reached the door at the bottom of the stairs he walked out onto the sidewalk with her at his heels like a well trained puppy. The sidewalk was wet from the earlier rain and reflected the street lights; it was late so there was no traffic and suddenly it felt as though they were the only two people in the world. She was wet with anticipation, no words or acknowledgment; he just led and she followed. They hadnít walked far when they reached an alley; he took her by the arm and led her into it. "Thereís something Iíve wanted to find out", he said as he brought his mouth down to hers. He pulled her in towards him and could feel her heart beating through her breasts. She willingly parted her lips and invited him in. The kiss was became a sexual experience for her; she had been wet since she met him at the party, but now she felt herself rubbing against his body in a full embrace. His mouth left hers and traveled down to the nape of her neck, his breath was hot against her flesh and when he took her flesh in his mouth she could feel her arousal peaking; it was then he began to bite down and her head swirled with the pleasure and pain. She was cumming and he hadnít even touched her below the shoulders. The pleasure she felt in his arms was new, exciting and a little embarrassing. She pulled herself away from him and stared into his eyes. He knew what had happened and said, "That was it."

She smiled and then said "There is something I have wanted to find out." With that she knelt in front of him, firmly grasped the zipper to his slacks, lowered it, reached in and removed his cock and put her mouth to it. She began slowly, stroking the shaft with her tongue, and as she noticed his growth and pre-cum took him in. She responded to the pre-cum as if it was the last drop of dew on a honeysuckle blossom. She began that suckling action; not like the other women he had known who bobbed up and down on his cock as if they were machines pumping oil. No, she closed her mouth about him like an infant on a breast, curled her tongue around the shaft of his cock and began sucking and swallowing as if she was drinking him. She was voracious, driven by some unknown hunger and when he could no longer control his desire he held the back of her head firmly and fed her. She swallowed every drop she could squeeze from his now diminishing cock, then put it back where she had found it, raised herself up, looked him in the eye and said, "That was it." It was then that he slapped her across the cheek and said, "Next time ask."

As if nothing had occurred he stepped out of the alley and back onto the sidewalk. He led her to his car and opened the door. She looked at him dazed and confused, "What just happened?", she asked and he said, "I disciplined you, now are you coming with me or should I say goodnight?". She seated herself in his car and while still rubbing her cheek said "Coming with you Sir." She could not believe her level of arousal, this man had just cum in her mouth and slapped her for her efforts, she wanted more. The rest of the night was filled with one revelation after another, she was experiencing desires she never realized she had and in ways she didnít know she could. She had disrobed at his command when she entered his apartment and thought nothing of her nudity. Clad only in her stilettos, she felt quite comfortable with him and remained on the floor next to the chair he was in responding to his every touch. She knew this was the man who would be her Master, he was the one that she had always desired and had not found until now and as his control was effortless so was her willingness to serve. She lowered her eyes and asked, "What is next Sir, what would you like me to do?"

As old and experienced as he was, he had never experienced another like her. There were no games or pretenses attached to her. She was new to the life but seemed to be a natural submissive if not slave; he had to find out more. He wanted to know to what limits he could take her and how she would hold up under his demands. He knew the only way to find out was to have her there 24/7, but he was leery about his good fortune, so instead suggested that he should move in with her in her place. She agreed without hesitation and asked what she should pack for him. He told her that he needed all that was in his closets and drawers and that he would determine what else was required as time went on (and if they lasted). She obediently began packing his suitcases.

The suitcase was on the bed and he watched her as she walked back and forth to the bureau retrieving his clothes. She had long legs and the stilettos had her calf muscles showing. She had a nicely rounded ass, neither small nor large, but just right. Her waist was well curved beneath her beautiful full breast. She had what could be considered to be an hour glass figure and he imagined her corseted and smiled. With each delivery of clothes to the bed, she would bend at the waist and fold and place them in the suit case. He let his fantasies fly until his arousal made him uncomfortable in his pants. He pulled down his zipper and as she bent over approached her. He put one hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear "Hold that position" and she did. First she felt his fingers as they investigated her pussy to make sure she was wet (she had not been dry since she met him). Then she felt his thick cock as it entered her, she tightened around him as he held his hand over her mouth and began to hump her like an animal. She wanted to moan or scream, she was cumming uncontrollably and the fluids were running down her legs; she felt his free hand first resting on her ass and then without hesitation spanking it hard. The combination of the pleasure his cock was giving her and the pain his hand was giving her became overwhelming. she found herself pushing against his cock to meet his hand sooner rather than later and the things just became a blur. It was if she was outside of herself experiencing nothing but pleasure.

She became unaware of their rhythm, of her orgasms which now seemed constant or of the fact he had stopped the spanking. She wasnít aware of his hand as it wetted itself between her thighs and then parted and wetted her ass. She was like rubber in his hands as he withdrew his cock from her pussy and without hesitation or resistance slid it into her ass. Her eyes at first widened, she had never allowed any man to fuck her annually after one of her rapist had sodomized her to the point of bleeding, but this was not like that; instead she was experiencing new orgasms and they were different. she again closed her eyes and let him work this magic. His thrust became different as he almost left her body and then plunged himself back into her. She became aware of the sweat from his body dropping on her as his final thrust released all that was in him. He moved her to the side of his half packed suitcase and shoved her down on the bed. He laid next to her for a second and then told her to get a wash cloth and clean him. She didnít hesitate; taking no time to clean herself she returned with the warm wash cloth and gently washed his cock and balls. The again without asking she put her mouth to him and began sucking all that was left from him. "I am sorry I didnít ask Sir, but didnít want to see any of your cum wasted." This time he didnít slap her, instead he grasped her head and brought her mouth to his so that he might catch a taste of himself fresh on her lips and he did. All of this had happened in one night and the dawn was just breaking as they left his apartment with suitcases in hand bound for her home.

She lived on the other side of town, in an upscale community of cookie cutter homes with freshly sodded lawns. As he drove down the street he saw signs of life as most people were just getting up. "Itís that one", she said; pointing to a larger two story. As he pulled in to the driveway she opened the garage door, "Neighbors will talk if they see you unloading suitcases.", she explained. "Neighbors always talk, they have no lives hence nothing better to do. But I understand.", he said. She opened the door to the house and began running around straightening things up. "I wasnít expecting company, sorry." she remarked as she flew by him to the kitchen. "Come here!", he commanded and she came, just as if she were a pet and heard her masters voice; it was automatic.

"Show me the house.", he said; it wasnít a command, but his directness made it seem like one. It was a two story, three bedroom home. It had a nice large kitchen and a finished basement with a bar. There was a fireplace in the living room and another in the basement. It would be a nice house to entertain in, but he shuddered at the decor. It definitely had been decorated for a woman. The walls were adorned with commercial art and the windows with coordinated "window treatments". It had been painted inside with neutral tones, and the furniture was pretty traditional. If the interior reflected who she was; then it was pretty apparent that she had lived a "vanilla" life. She explained that this was her first home and that a friend had referred a decorator. "Do you like it?", she asked. He just smiled and said, "I will need a bedroom."

She never asked why, but instead took him to the large bedroom across from hers (the master bedroom). He told her that he had some things that he wanted to bring over and said he would store her bedroom furniture. "When I am done, this room will be our play room. Now show me our room.", he said. She liked the sound of that and took him across the hall. He walked in and sat on the bed; then he bounced while sitting assessing the bedís stability. "I will buy a new bed, one that will be multi-functional.", he remarked as he looked in her closet. It was a large walk-in and her clothing hung neatly around it; on the floor he noticed rows of shoes. The shoes were organized by color, and he couldnít help but notice that a good number had 3+ inch heels with straps. He grinned, "CFMís", he remarked. She looked puzzled, "Your shoes are like a sign that sayís "Come Fuck Me", they are a bit slutty looking, but then thatís what I like.", he explained as he inventoried her body from head to footwear.

He went back downstairs and grabbed his suitcases. He moved his clothing into "his room", and then went back downstairs where he found her still fidgeting. He looked at her and said "come here" while pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of him. Her Master beckoned and she responded without hesitation kneeling before him. "What should I do, Sir; this is all new to me", she asked while looking up at him. "I think its time that we cleaned up.", he responded. It was then that she realized that after all that had occurred the previous night that they had never bathed. She became aware of her scent which had been covered by perfume the night before. She had only had time to wipe the wetness from her thighs before they left; thinking of that wetness and its cause aroused her yet again. "Go run a bath in that nice Jacuzzi in the bedroom and prepare yourself.

She literally flew up the stairs with the previous nights "CFMís" in her hand. She ran a bath adding salts and soaps to it. She gathered every candle on the second floor and placed them lit around the room, then turned on some music and poured some wine. She slipped off her dress and slipped into a green silk robe, once the tub was full she announced "Its ready sir!" and so was she. Even the anticipation of the bath had her aroused, but only because he would be in it with her. He came into the room in his black robe; tied at the waist, it was open at the chest allowing the black and gray hairs of his chest to be seen. She loved that chest. He was carrying a red silk scarf. He approached her and said "turn". He put the scarf over her eyes and tied it in the back of her head. He then reached around her waist found the tie on her robe and undid it. His hands reached into the robe and found her flesh; first traveling down they parted her legs as he ran his finger up inside her feeling this fresh wetness. Then began up her torso, cupping her breast until the thumb and forefinger on each hand had found her erect nipples. As he cupped her breast and squeezed her nipples she responded by backing into him. She could feel his cock pressing against her. He slowly brought his hands up and eased the robe off.

He seated her in the tub facing him and spread her legs with his. He placed a glass of wine in her hand and tapped the glass making a toast "To you my pet and to your training", the red wine was smooth in their mouths. He leaned forward and brought his lips to hers. He leaned back against the tub and the jets of water coming out. He extended his leg until his foot was up against her crotch. Instinctively she raised her leg over the edge of the tub as he began rubbing his foot against her. Eventually his toe pressed into her and he brought it to rest on her clit. While she laid back he massaged her clit with his toe and watched as her arousal became greater. She started pressing harder against the toe wanting to be able to hump it; it was all she could think of. His voice broke the silence, "Donít cum until I tell you." "Yes Sir", she responded though having made the commitment she wasnít sure she could keep it. He kept at her and she wanted it, she wanted to let his foot in her anything to be able to come. She was writing in the tub, the expression on her face was one of pleasure and pain as the orgasmic waves came and went unfulfilled.

He kept this up for what seemed like an eternity to her and then as a wave of came crashing down on her yet again he said "OK now you may cum" and she did. She came repeatedly with orgasms that varied in every possible way. She rubbed against his tow until she could cum no more. When she regained her senses, she reached down in the water and brought his foot to her mouth. She put that loving tow to her lips and began sucking on it as her foot explored his crotch. She could feel his erection and wanted it, but he said, "No I will tell you when!". He reached out to her and told her to turn and rest against his body and she did. He had his arms around her holding her as he nibbled at her neck and ears. His hands played with her body pinching nipples and rubbing her all over.

She just laid against him as he said, "I am going to use the candleís wax, have you ever had that done." "No sir, but I am yours, do as you please". These werenít merely words, it was her every wish. She wanted him to use her in anyway he desired and she could think of nothing that she might deny him. As she laid back against him he brought the candle around until it hovered just above her breast; with one arm around her waist he tipped the candle so that the hot wax could drip.

The hot wax found her wet breast and hardened immediately. There were many sensations happening at once. The first was the anticipation, she did not know where the wax was going, and he kept moving the candle so as she became accustom to the left breast she would next feel it on her right nipple. The next sensation was the heat of the wax; it was just barely tolerable at first, but as he continued it became desired. The burning lasted a fraction of a second and she came to wish it could be increased to last longer. The next sensation was the hardening. It was rapid because of the water and felt like that one little spot of flesh was puckering after having been burned. This too aroused her and she pushed herself against him hoping his cock would be erect and it was. He put the candle down and reached into the water. He began fingering her clit, and as he did penetrated her with his finger; she opened herself to him. He put his hands on her ass and raised her up as he slid down under her. He then lowered her onto his erection and held her there, "Is this what you desire", he asked while holding her firmly. "Yes sir, I want you in me; I want you to fuck me and fuck me again and again". He put his mouth right behind her right ear, and whispered in a barely audible voice, "When I am ready, I will tell you". He then tilted her head with his hand and brought his mouth to her throat. He began with a kiss, and then began to bite; soon he was sucking at it. She knew he was leaving a mark for the world to see and didnít care; she wanted it.

They finished their bath, and he helped her up. She began to remove the blindfold and he said "No, I want you to leave it on." He toweled the water from her body and returned the robe to cover her. He dried himself off and then led her to the bedroom. He pulled back the blankets and spread to reveal a white bed sheet. He removed her robe and laid her down on the bed. He positioned her and spread her legs; she then felt him place the silk ties around her ankles and when finished he did the same thing around her wrist. As she laid there anticipating his next move, she realized he had left the room. When he came back he went straight to her; he had several ice cubes in a bowl and a large knife, but she could see nothing. He told her about the ice and the knife and asked if she trusted him. She hesitated, but then responded "Yes Sir". He then told her he was going to gag her and placed yet another silk scarf over her mouth to mute any screams. he told her to hold up one index finger if the "play" became to intense for her, she nodded.

He began with the ice, though at first she wasnít sure if it was the ice until she felt it begin to drip. He brought it to her breast and slowly froze (or tried to freeze) her lovely nipples. they became erect and cold. He slowly drug the ice down her stomach and down to her pussy. He parted her lips and let the ice slip in, she arched her back and he looked for the index finger (her safe sign), but her fist was clenched. He repeated this three times. She could feel the wetness as the ice melted and trickled down the inside of her thigh. She then felt him reach in and take the remaining un-melted piece from her pussy. He brought it to her lips and said "Taste yourself on ice" and she did. He was now ready for the knife.

The cold steel was first held to her throat; not the sharpened edge of the blade, but the blunted side. She could not tell; to her it was the sharpened edge and there was a man she really didnít know holding it to her throat. She knew that in one quick stroke he could end her life and she could neither move or scream. Her breast heaved and her stomach flattened. He began to talk in a soft voice, painting a scene that had her tied and bound by kidnappers. He drew the tip of the knife down her chest and over her breast until the tip was circling her nipples (now hard). He brought it to the tip of each nipple and pressed gently; she could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten and she felt her arousal growing. Her hands were red from being bound, but they remained clinched as the knife made its way over her abdomen and worked its way down. The tip of the knife left a fine red line, almost a road map of the places it had been. He brought it down to a point just above her pussy and the hesitated. She could feel it as it was brought along the outside of her labia and she tightened her thighs and all that lay between them. He continued down the tender area on the inside of her right thigh and then began to ascend along the inside of her left. As the knife approached the outside of her left labia, she felt his other hand on her and then felt him slide a finger inside her.

He continued to use the knife and he said (in her captors soft voice), "Slut, you would do anything for me , right?". Without hesitation she nodded in compliance. He pressed the tip against the inside of her thigh causing her to spread her legs even more. He was silent as he put three fingers into her still dripping pussy. Soon there were four and she could feel his knuckles as they rubbed against her clit. She wanted to yell, but found herself pushing against his hand as it push against her. He laid the knife on top of her chest and began to pinch and twist her left nipple as he began to bring his fingers and thumb together inside of her. "Do you want it all, do you want my fist in you?", he whispered. In that second every inhibition left her, she nodded and relaxed her thighs and push against his hand. Soon it passed her pelvic region and was in her. He touched parts of her body that had never been touched and she wanted more. She could not stop, she had neither the will or desire to. Her head was swimming in realities and fantasies and she could not distinguish between them.

He took the knife from her chest; brought it between the gag and her cheek and with very little effort cut it off. Her breathing was rapid, her moans exquisite. He could feel her begin to contract and said "Not yet". "Please", she begged and again he said "No". When it seemed she was about to explode, he gave her permission to cum and for the first time in her life she released all that was in her. The orgasm poured out of her as if she had lost all control of her bladder, but this wasnít pee; this was her cum. Her orgasm continued as he withdrew his cupped hand dripping wet and put it to her mouth. She took his fingers into her mouth in the same way she had taken his cock and began sucking her own cum from them.

She was still having small orgasms as he slipped his robe off and mounted her. His cock entered her effortlessly. His hand had gathered more of her cum and smeared it around her nipples and now he was sucking and licking them as he fucked her. "Remember in the tub I told you I would fuck you when I was ready? Well I am ready." With his body on hers, he released her wrist and with the knife he freed her ankles. She brought her legs up and widened them so he could push himself still deeper into her. Every nerve in her body was alive. She brought her mouth to his and her arms around him, digging her nails into his flesh. If she could have fused her body to him, she would have, but she could only draw him in feeling his cock and passion swell. As she came so did he and she knew they had become one.

She whispered "I love you", as he laid there atop her. His eyes opened, but he did not respond as she had hoped. Instead he grinned and said, "I think some of our cum is going to waste." He cast his eyes down at his limp cock and nodded; she immediately brought her mouth down on it suckling as she had done each time before.

Over the next several weeks he moved in his dungeon equipment. He had a St. Andrews Cross, stocks, a wooden pony, equipment for suspension and many other things she had only read about. She was to experience everything that she ever wanted. Their days were spent in the vanilla worlds they worked in, but their nights were spent in rapturous play. Every night she would fall asleep with his cock in her mouth as if it had become a pacifier and every morning she would wake him with her suckling. He collared her after the first month; he knew he had found that one who would serve him for the rest of his life. But, life is a long time.

He soon found that his circle of friends was not the same and not the lifestylers he had known. It became a weekend ritual to go shopping and maybe to attend a party at one of her friendís houses. They found themselves acting within the decorum of those around them, and when he blurted out an off color remark that wasnít acceptable to some of the vanilla guest, they would simply say "Itís time we were going!" He hated the pretense, but he loved her. So it was that he determined he was addicted to her; just as an alcoholic hates the hangover, but loves the drink, he loved her and hated what they were outside of the house. He gradually began making excuses for spending the night at his place and slowly retrieved his clothing. He finally told her he had to go, and would come for the remainder of his equipment.

She still loved him and her heart was breaking. She thought of taking pills and ending her life if she couldnít have him, but was too intelligent to do something so stupid. Instead she set another plan in motion. The Saturday he came over to start moving the larger equipment he found her naked in her red stilettos. He looked at her body now marked with fine scars where his knife had gone. She stood there and lowered her eyes and said "Sir, I know that you love me, but think I am bad for you, but canít you have pity on me and fuck me anyway. I will surrender myself to you, take me as you desire, use me and I will not hold you when you are done." He looked at her and knew that she would do exactly as she said, so he agreed. "Go to your bed and prepare yourself for me.", he said and she nodded with head still lowered and went to her room.

When he entered the room he found her on the bed kneeling. He disrobed and approached her. "Sir, may I harden you with my mouth?" she asked with eyes down cast. Knowing how much she desired to suck on him and believing that she would never have the opportunity again, he consented. He approached the bed and offered her his cock; she asked that he close his eyes and create a fantasy to go along with the experience and he did. "This will be our last time and I want to make it special" she said as she began to grasp his cock........

Posted at 10:52 am by BondageMaster

July 16, 2005   12:39 PM PDT
I thought you might like it:)
July 16, 2005   12:26 PM PDT
You wanted to know my thoughts on this? My first thought was "Wow". My second thought was "Ow!" My third thought was "I gotta go take care of something."

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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 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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I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
Off White, Six Defective Doms and One Pathetic Troll
Going Postal
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Love's Garden
Patty On A Leash/Re-written
To Confess or Not To confess
Binding of Kay
Raising Bella Donna
One Last Good-bye
Spare the Rod, Spoil the Sub
Stella In The Stacks
Red Rain
Breakfast With A Twist
Mon Couer's Papillon (My Heart's Butterfly)
When Daddy's Girl is Bad
The Sitter, The Voyeur and Graduation Day
Please Don't Hurt Me
Cumalot or Knights In Tarnished Armor
Her Halloween Date
His Voice
Life's Little Ironies
The Gift
My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
#9 - A Detective Story

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Puppy Love
Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
Edgeplay and the Knife
My Youth
BDSM Website Security
On Missing Play
Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
Hospital Stories

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La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
My Toy
Daddy's Girl
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Edge Play
This Flesh
Not Watching
Tango 2
Inside of You
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
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Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
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Ladies of the Night

Bedtime Stories
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
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