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, January 27, 2007
When Daddy's Girl Is Bad

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She left work a woman, but the minute she walked through the door she was my girl. Her demeanor changed immediately, as her head bowed like a child with a secret. “I’ve been bad Daddy; I had big girl thoughts.”

I looked at her and scowled; she could see that I was going to punish her, but had no idea how. “Go to your room and take off your good clothes. Put on your night gown and prepare yourself for me.” She knew what to do without more explicit instruction and knew when I walked in that I expected to find her in a simple night gown with her pussy shaved so that there was no indication of her post pubescent growth. She would then sit on the side of the bed with head bowed. I gave her a half hour to prepare, while I determined how I would punish her.

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When I walked through the door; I found her as expected, head down with her hands in her lap and her knees and feet together. “I want you to tell me exactly what you were thinking when you should have been doing your work. I want to know every dirty detail of your bad thoughts” With her head still bent she shook her head in defiance.

“I don’t want to, Daddy will be too mad.” she said, in the manner of a petulant child. I brought my open hand down, slapped her face and then pulled her head back by her hair. My hand had left her cheek reddened and a tear crept down from her eye.

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“Tell me what you were thinking”

“OK, I will. I was thinking about Daddy’s cock and how much I like to see it get big. Then I thought about how much I like to suck on it when Daddy lets me and how I like to taste his thick cum in my mouth. While I was thinking about it, my pussy began to get wet and I got all squirmy at my desk. It was like I had an itch that needed scratching; so I pulled up my skirt and put my finger down there to scratch it. When I started scratching it, I made it worse though, so I had to scratch more and harder. My pussy got real wet then, so I put my fingers in it to try and stop the leak, but I had to put more fingers in, because I was real, real wet. The whole time I kept imagining Daddy’s cock going in and out of me and couldn’t stop until I squirted. There I told you” I was still holding her hair and looking into her smiling, but defiant eyes. “I’m ready for my punishment now”

I had her remove the night gown and lie on the bed; she covered her pussy with one hand while trying to cover her breasts with her other arm and hand. “Put your arms to your side” I demanded, and again shook her head in defiance with her lower lip extended in a manufactured pout. I brought a riding crop with a paddle pad out in front of me and once again demanded that she put her arm down, but she refused. I told her I knew how to treat bad girls and forced her arms up above her head. I bound her wrists together and tied the rope to the rail at the head of the bed. “Now spread your legs” I demanded, but she continued to play the bad girl and crossed her ankles. I told her that she was bad and only making it worse, but she still kept her ankles crossed. I had no choice other than to pull her legs apart and bind each foot to a foot post. She laid before me completely defenseless. The chill in the air made here nipples tighten and her excitement about her eminent punishment made her parted pussy lips to glisten. She knew that crop; I had used it many times before to spank her insolent cunt.

There was a reason she played this game with me; she wanted the pleasure that the cropping would eventually produce. I brought the paddle tip of the crop down to her clit hood; the ring in it was my focus. I slapped the ring with the crop and it drove the ball of the ring down; her hips recoiled as if she were trying to lessen the slap. I began a rhythmical assault, rapidly slapping at the ring until she no longer recoiled, but either laid there or brought her hips up to meet the paddle. I looked up as her head moved from side to side, her once pouting lower lip firmly clinched by her upper teeth.

The clit spanking continued until she cried out; she was on the verge, the very edge of an orgasm and even though I ceased the spanking, her hips continued to undulate as if inviting the crop to finish what it had begun. I lowered the paddle down so that it was beneath the ring, turned it sideways and let it slide between her wet lips as the rough nylon rod it was attached to rubbed against her now swollen clit. It was all that she needed to push her over the edge and in an almost jerking action she rapidly humped the rod as I held it firmly against her.

Her climax was intense as every thought, feeling and emotion was purged from her mind; until only the pleasure that was at the end of the rainbow of pain was discovered. “I am not done yet” I told her, as I laid the wet paddle against her cheek and slowly brought it down to her mouth, so that she could taste her own sweet cum. “You are a naughty little slut and your nipples and pussy give you away. Your cum has wetted the sheet beneath that fresh little cunt and your tight little nipples are erect just begging to be spanked and so they shall be” I brought the paddle tip down on her breasts so that it brushed against the erect, pink, protuberances. Her hips moved as her head rolled from side to side and I knew that it was time for a more hands on approach.

As she continued to reel from the nipple spanking, I tossed the crop to the floor and sat on the side of the bed. My mouth found her nipple and my right hand found her hot, wet cunt. I pushed four fingers through her lips as she pushed back, until the web of flesh between my index finger and thumb prevented me from going further. My thumb pressed against the clit ring and I drew her nipple between my teeth, so that she could feel their rough edges on her tender flesh. She was possessed by her lust as she fucked my fingers and I was going to take it to the next level. I brought my hand back just far enough to allow the thumb to be hidden in the palm, as the other fingers covered it and then pressed further into her. I pressed as she relaxed her muscles and swallowed my hand to the wrist. Her cunt became a womb, as my balled fist plunged in and out until the experience was so intense that she lost all control and came. The intensity of that orgasm was so great, that I could feel the pressure of her cum against my hand, until I removed it with the nectar pooled in my palm. I rubbed my wet hand over her breasts, massaging her cum into them and then rested it firmly against her quivering pussy, as I went back to feeding on her.

She was in another place when I stood and looked down on her. She was neither awake nor dreaming, but rather floating some place in between. I released her hands and feet and watched as she curled her body into a fetal position. I crawled into the bed after removing my clothes and wrapped myself around her; “Thank you Daddy, I will be good now” she said and then added “But I am hungry”

She turned towards me and brought her mouth to mine, while her hand slid down over my chest, down my stomach and came to rest on my cock. “I’m hungry Daddy” she repeated, as her mouth followed her hand down to my growing organ. I felt her lips kiss its tip and shaft and her tongue as it licked at the tip; then she drew my cock into the warmth of her mouth. She wasn’t giving me head in the sense a woman would, but holding it and nursing as a child would on a bottle or pacifier, until she fell asleep.

Most men would have been frustrated, but I knew my baby girl and knew that this nap would not last long; that during it a metamorphosis would occur. I was right; her sleep lasted only a few minutes and the mouth that had once gently nursed at my cock now consumed it as a woman would. She drew it in and used her tongue to massage the shaft until I was fully erect. Now she was the woman I knew and her hunger was not that of a child wanting to be fed, but that of a woman wanting to be fulfilled. She was not kissing, but nipping at my flesh as her mouth traveled up my body while her hand firmly grasped my cock. She liked teasing and continued to bite until I pushed her away and slapped her cheek. I rolled my body onto hers, grabbing her wrists in the process. “Bitch, how many times have I told you not to bite?” She struggled under my weight as I held her wrists next to her shoulders and pushed her legs apart with my own. “Go ahead and fight, resist all you want; I don’t care. Your cunt is mine and I’m going to take it one way or the other!”

She continued to struggle until I released her wrist with my right hand and slapped her harder in the face. “You’re mine to use as I want and I want your cunt” I said, grabbing her wrist again. I rose up so that my stiff cock could find her wet cunt and drove it in over and over again; the fisting had made it easy to find and easy to enter. She feigned struggling for a bit longer and then her body began to respond. I felt her arms relax while she drew her knees up and apart so that I could get deeper into her now willing pussy.

“That’s my girl, but I’m afraid my fist has ruined you for now, so I’m just going to have to flip you over” The words had barely left my lips as my arms turned her until she was on her stomach with her legs spread. I used the juice from her pussy to lubricate her, as I pushed my cock against her tight hole. At first there was some resistance, but it soon gave way and my cock slid into her. Her ass sheathed me, hugged me, held me tightly as I pushed in and out. Her clit was still swollen and sensitive as the ring pushed against the mattress and I held her wrists, not because she was struggling, but because I wanted her to feel her helplessness. My rhythm became her rhythm and our bodies became one until we came each in our own way. She laid exhausted beneath me, wrapped in my arms and I could feel her labored breathing and heart beat. When I removed myself from her, I rolled her into my body and covered us as we spooned.

She was mine as was the child that was in her. “Thank you Daddy, I like playing with you”

Posted at 07:29 pm by BondageMaster


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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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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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When Daddy's Girl is Bad
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Please Don't Hurt Me
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Playing With Toyosi
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