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 15, 2011
Vlad's Resurrection

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For four and one half years, he rested in the dark, damp prison his protégé had thrown him into. Netty Goodwife’s daughters had drained him of his blood, just as he had drained so many others of theirs, but he was already one of the undead. Had they not thrown him in the well, he very well would have perished in the light of day; instead he slept as a bear does when it hibernates. His former land lady laid beneath him; over the years her flesh fell from her bones and was consumed by maggots and beetles, but the body of Vlad Teppes was immune to their attempted feedings. The five sisters (Amanda, Biddy, Chastity, Divinity and Eve) remained at the Inn which had once been his landlady’s and called it the “Five Pointed Star”. There was no shortage of guest, since it was advertised as being one of Salem’s final resting places for the witches of Salem. Tourist came and were greeted by servants during the day and entertained by the five sisters as they shared stories of the trials and executions that had taken so many lives during the Salem witch hunts. The guests were not only good for their patronage, but also provided fresh blood to sustain them.

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It was a mid October night that a young female traveler named Olivia was seduced by the inn keepers. She wanted to experience a coven’s rituals and when invited by the sisters; she was a more than willing participant. The five sisters stripped her of her clothing, which aroused other curiosities. They fondled her and kissed her; not so much for sexual pleasure, but because they knew if she was excited her heart would beat that much faster and the hormones freed by her arousal would make her blood much more sweet.

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She was then dressed in a gossamer gown tied only at the neck and led into the cool moon lit night. The sisters ushered her down a walk path that led into the woods. They stopped in a clearing where five large stones were arranged in a circle. The stones were connected by white lines that formed a perfect pentagram. Amanda put her hands to the sides of Olivia’s head and pressed her lips to the mesmerized girls mouth while her sisters attached bracelets to her wrists and ankles. Amanda gently lowered her to the ground and laid her body atop Olivia’s, stretching her arms outward along the white lines while her legs were spread by Divinity and Eve. The eroticism of Amanda’s every move had Olivia’s mind so engaged that she didn’t notice chains being attached to newly attached bracelets.
Amanda’s lips moved down the girls chin and throat as she untied the bow and allowed the gown to fall away. Olivia’s eyes were closed, but she knew that she was now naked under Amanda’s body and spell. She believed that this was all part of a ritual welcoming her into the coven and was more than willing to give herself physically to the sisters to be part of it. As Amanda’s mouth made its way down Olivia’s body to her wet cunt, the other four sisters moved into their positions. Biddy was nibbling erotically at her throat; Chastity and Divinity kissed her wrists, and Eve brought her mouth down on Olivia’s parted lips.

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When Amanda’s mouth kissed Olivia’s clit, the girl’s body quivered; she had cum and was in a state of ecstasy when Amanda said “She is ready”. As if being told “Dinner is served” the five sisters sank their fangs into Olivia’s flesh. Amanda sucked the blood from her swollen clit, Divinity and Chastity drank from her wrists, Biddy bit into her jugular as Eve tore out her tongue. By the time Olivia realized what was happening; it was too late for her to do anything. It was over for her in minutes. The five sisters ravaged her body until there was no life left in it.
When they had finished feeding, only a very, fine trickle of blood was left seeping from the wounds they had left. They stood and looked down on Olivia’s pale lifeless form. Amanda went to each of her sisters and licked the crimson from their bloodied lips and said, “I must say, that was very nice; I hope it was as good for her as it was for us, but I doubt that it was. Now it is time to clean up and go home”

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They carried her lifeless body to the well and dropped her in as if she were rubbish being thrown into a trash can. Her body was still warm when it landed on the wells only other occupant. Her remaining blood trickled from her wounded throat and mouth, down her shoulder and eventually found its way to his parched lips. There wasn’t much, but it was enough to awaken him; he was after all a carnivore and like any carnivore could smell a fresh kill. His dry lips parted enough to allow his tongue to pass between his teeth; it was almost black as it licked at her flesh and the scarlet ribbon of blood that oozed over it. He was awake, but still weak; he knew that though they had almost drained her veins that there was still two reservoirs left in the girl that the sister’s had not drained. He brought his hand up to the girl’s side and pressed his fingers through her flesh until he found her liver, tore it out and devoured it; then reached back in and ripped out her heart. It wasn’t what he would normally do; but he was desperate and desperate vampires will do whatever is needed to survive.

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Vlad felt his body coming alive, but knew it now required time to fully digest this meager meal. He closed his eyes again as daylight lit the top of the well. He would rest and let his body regenerate; one more day in the well was a small sacrifice if it would give him the strength to fully awaken.

When the sun disappeared, Vlad’s eyes opened. He didn’t move at first; he just laid there and took an inventory of his senses. He could feel the cold lifeless corpse on top of him, he could smell her body as it began to decompose, he could hear the wind as it blew the leaves from the trees above him and he could taste, but that wasn’t a pleasant experience. For over four long years his mouth had not been clean and now it tasted like it. He reached up and pushed at Olivia’s rigid body until he moved it off of him. He was still weak, but determined to escape his prison and reclaim his home. He sat up slowly and stood even more slowly; then used every bit of his strength to begin his accent into the night. He wished that he was the vampire that Bram Stoker had made him out to be; a creature capable of turning himself into a bat and flying into the night, but that was Mr. Stoker’s flight of fancy. The truth was the only characteristic he shared with a Vampire bat was its hunger for blood; so instead of flying out of the well, he climbed and though the well was only 100 feet deep, it felt like it was miles below the ground.

It took him hours to reach the top and he was exhausted when his body dropped over the top of the well. He laid on the ground looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky and breathed in the clean night air; it was then that he knew he was alive or at least as alive as one of the undead might be. He knew the climb up had taken too long for him to find shelter away from the Inn so decided it was best to hide in the barn. He stood and stumbled, but eventually made his way to the barn doors and slipped in. Inside the barn he found a chicken coop with hens nesting; the servants used them as layers to feed the guests, but Vlad knew he needed something other than eggs. He grabbed the first hen, tore her head off and drained her blood into his throat; then repeated the act until they were all dead scattered on the floor. He knew that when the servants came to gather the eggs they would assume a varmint had raided the hen house; so he tore their bodies apart and broke the eggs, then tore a hole in the chicken wire to complete the ruse. Once he was satisfied that no suspicions would be raised (other than the one he wanted raised); he climbed the wooden ladder up to the loft found a broken bale of moldy hay and pulled a tarp over his body.

The next morning the servant came for the eggs and screamed. She alerted the housekeeper and the two of them reached the desired conclusion. They cleaned the coop out and made plans to buy more hens. The housekeeper blamed the groundskeeper for leaving the barn door ajar; though the little old man swore he wasn’t at fault. Once the chicken wire was mended and new hens installed the groundskeeper volunteered to stand watch to ensure the fox or whatever varmint it was wouldn’t strike again. That night he brought a rifle and a folding chair which he set up across from the hen house adjacent to the loft ladder. He left the barn door slightly ajar hoping the marauder would return and sat in the chair watching the door until he could no longer keep his eyes open. Vlad had awakened, as the sun went down and heard the old groundskeeper come in. He watched the old man from the loft and when he saw him fall asleep, took advantage of the moment. He climbed down the ladder, slapped one hand over the old man’s mouth and pulled his head to the side. The old grounds keeper didn’t stand a chance as Vlad drove his fangs into the old man’s throat. He drained him of his blood and for desert ripped out his tired old heart. This was the kill that renewed him, strengthened him and that would allow him to get away.

He emptied the old man’s pockets and found his wallet, driver’s license and keys. He took his body, chair and rifle to the well and threw them in; then closed the barn door got into the groundskeeper's truck and drove to the address on the driver’s license. The house was dark as he fumbled for the right key; when he found it he opened it slowly (not knowing who or what he might find inside) and went in. He walked through the dark house peering into each room. He found the old man’s room and next to it found the room belonging to the old man’s daughter. The woman was lying on top of the bedding in a flannel nightgown. She appeared to be in her late 30’s or early 40’s, about 5’6’’ and curvy. Vlad felt another hunger as the woman rolled onto her back.

He knew he could take her as she slept and kill her, but decided it would be to his advantage to keep her as his slave. He put a hand over her mouth and tilted her head so fast that she couldn’t fight back. He took only enough blood to make her his and then tore off her gown exposing her full breasts and unshaven pussy. His blood lust gave way to pure lust as he sank his fangs into her breasts and sucked the blood from her nipples. She moaned, but not in pain; she hadn’t been with a man in several years and her own lust masked the pain as she spread her thighs. Vlad’s cock swelled inside what was left of his pants, until he tore them off and released it. The woman’s eyes widened and she started to scream as he plunged it into her furry pussy. Vlad clamped a hand over her mouth and began fucking her until he no longer needed to mute her cries.

He was almost like an animal as he tried satiate a hunger that was 4 ½ years in the making. The poor woman was fucked senseless; her cum saturated the sheets and still he continued. He drug her legs to the edge of the bed and turned her on her stomach; he stood behind her and attacked her again like a dog attacking a bitch in heat. He pulled her head back by her hair and bit into her throat once again as he came. She felt the cum jet into her body and came again. Vlad withdrew his fangs; she was weak, but alive; more alive than she had been in years. He stood over her until his cock slid from its nesting place. When he stepped back the woman slid from the bed to her knees; she moved on her hands and knees to face him, but never lifted her head. “My father will be back soon; you had better go because he has a shotgun” she said with her head lowered looking at his feet.

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“Your father will not be coming back again; he has gone to a better place. I will remain here and you will serve me; is that understood?”

“Yes Sir, I will serve you in any way that you want; just tell what to do” she said as she brought her lips to his feet.

“What is your name?”

“Rachel, Sir”

“Well Rachel, first I want to bathe, so draw my bath; I will then take your father's bed, so make it fresh. When I am done bathing, I'll take you again and then I will sleep. When you receive a call from your father’s employer asking about him; you will tell them that there was a family emergency out of state and that he had to leave. Just apologize for him and the fact he failed to tell them before he left. Do you understand what you are to tell them?”

“Yes Sir”

“Be convincing, but keep it short. There is one other thing I want you to do, before you come to me again; shave your pussy, I want you to keep it shaved and clean.”

“Yes Sir, if it pleases you I will do anything”

“Just bathe it and shave it. From now on you are to wear no panties; in fact I want you to just wear a tee shirt while home. Now get my bath ready”

“Yes Sir” she said as she stood and turned toward the bathroom. She ran the bath water and laid out her father’s toiletries. While he bathed she made up her father’s bed and used the kitchen sink to bathe and shave her pussy. Once that was done she waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

When he did exit, he looked and felt like his old self. He looked at her pussy and nodded, “Keep it that way. Now I will have you in your bed.”

She followed him into her room and assumed the same position he had last had her in. She felt his hand grab her hair and twist it; which excited her. She felt his hand on her ass and then slide down to her freshly shaved pussy. Then she felt him shove his fingers into it; without being told she spread her legs further apart. He withdrew his fingers and tasted her; he also noticed a trace of blood. “Do you still menstruate?” he asked

“Yes Sir, will that bother you”

“Your bleeding is a plus; during that time I can feed from your cunt. Now shut up and make yourself useful.”

She was more than eager to serve herself up to him in any way he wanted and as he shoved his cock in her cunt and his fangs in her throat she felt the warm flow of her orgasm trickle down her leg. He took only enough of her blood to satisfy his immediate need and fucked her until she collapsed in a heap. He withdrew his cock lifted her head and forced it into her mouth, “Clean it; suck it until it is clean”

She did as told and felt his cum flood her mouth. When he was done with her, he walked toward the old man’s room. “Good night, do not wake me until the sun has gone down”

“Yes Sir, a very good night”

He closed the door, lowered the blinds and pulled the curtain across the window to keep out any light and then closed his eyes. She crawled up on her bed and savored the taste of his sweet cum. She fell into a deep sleep only to be awakened by the coven’s house keeper. She reported her father’s departure, apologized and told the housekeeper that she would have him call as soon as he returned, then fell back asleep. When she did finally awake it was almost noon; she had slept more deeply than she could remember in her lifetime. She went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee so it would be done by the time she finished showering.

She felt different that morning, more alive than she could ever remember feeling, “Probably the sex“ she mused to herself. Her pussy felt tight as she rubbed her fingers between its lips. It was at that moment she discovered that everything related to her body had become tighter. She ran to the bathroom and stood in front of the full length mirror; awe struck at what she saw. She looked almost twenty years younger; her body was firm and her breasts were once again where they belonged. Vlad’s bites had amazing regenerative affects when he showed restraint while taking his victims blood. His former housekeeper had benefited from those bites until she became a clingy and angered him.

When the sun went down she knocked at his door, “Sir the sun has gone down”

As the last word left her mouth the door opened, Vlad stepped toward her and smiled. “You look much better this morning; how do you feel?”

“Like a young girl again, will this last Sir?”

“As long as you continue to serve and please me, you will be just as you are. If you fail in either regard you will be worse off than you were before; do you understand?"

“I will make sure you want for nothing Sir, would you like to feed on me now?” she asked. She walked to her room and assumed the position he would take her in. She bent over the bed just as he thrust his cock into her. Her pussy responded immediately and tightened around his swollen cock; every thrust was both painful and sublime. Her body melted and her mind emptied itself of any thought that would distract her pleasure; almost instinctively she tilted her head and bared her neck to him. He didn’t hesitate or miss a stroke as he bit into her creamy white flesh. She didn’t feel fear; her pleasure was too great to feel anything other than rapture. When he came, it felt as if her body was being infused with an energy she had never known. Her own orgasm was so strong it flooded her cunt and flowed along his shaft before pooling on the floor.

Once he felt sated, he removed his fangs and stepped back. “You are a good girl, but a better slut; fortunately for you that is exactly what I desire. What day is this?”

“October 26th Sir.”

“Good, I am not too late. I have plans for All Hallows Eve”. He knew the five daughters of Netty Goodwife would celebrate a Sabbat or Witches Sabbath on Halloween night and that they would take a guest that night to satisfy their blood lust. “Do you have any sedatives?”

“Yes Sir, before you arrived I needed them”

“I doubt that you will ever need them again, bring me the bottle” She went to the bathroom and brought back the bottle of capsules, then watched as he opened everyone and dissolved the contents in heated water. “I want you to go to the bottle store and pick up a bottle of wine; a specific bottle.” He wrote down the name and Rachel giggled when she saw it. He smiled and said, “Would you think I’d buy anything else”

Rachel was grinning, “I didn’t know you drank wine at all, but it does seem to be an appropriate label Sir.” Rachel got dressed, but her clothes were now very large on her. She made a point of tying a scarf around her neck to hide the bite marks that he had left and when done took her father’s truck and drove into the village. The bottle shop owner looked at her and knew he knew her, but was confused by her new appearance.

“Rachel, is that you?”

“My name is Rachel, but I think you are asking if I am my Aunt; I am only her namesake”

“I wasn’t aware she had a niece, but the resemblance is uncanny. What can I get you?” Rachel showed him the note and the shop keeper grinned. “Planning a little Halloween party are you?” Rachel nodded. The shop keeper went to a shelf and brought back the bottle. “I keep this in stock for the girls at the inn; they like to serve it to their guests” Rachel paid for the wine and left the shop without responding.

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When she returned he took the bottle and examined it. “I don’t suppose you have a hypodermic syringe and needle, do you?”

“As a matter of fact there are several. We raise our own live stock and give them their shots”

This was indeed an omen. Vlad had her bring the syringe which he filled with the diluted sedatives; once done he plunged the needle through the cork in the bottle and discharge the contents. Then turned the bottle several times to make sure it mixed with the wine.

“I need you to drop me off near the inn, I have some preparations to make for my own celebration. But before we go I want you to call the Inn and make a reservation for the 31st. You will tell them that you are a Wiccan/Pagan and have a desire to celebrate All Hallows Eve in a witch friendly environment.” She was nervous but made the call. When Amanda answered she told her the story he had concocted; Amanda asked her age and Rachel was instructed to say 28. When asked if she would be with anyone, Rachel was instructed to say “No, I have no one to share that night with”. Amanda bit at the bait and told Rachel that she would have a special celebration that night and that her reservation was confirmed. “Good girl” he told her.
He left her and found something to wear in the old groundskeeper’s closet. She drove him to the edge of the drive leading to the inn. “Remember to return an hour before dawn.” Once he was out of the truck she drove off.

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Vlad went through the woods to avoid detection until he could see the inn. The lights were still on and he could see two of the five sisters in the parlor area. He circled the Inn in the woods and came upon the clearing with the five stones; there he found Biddy, Destiny and Chastity naked dancing around a fire. “Now is not the time” he thought. He was able to avoid them and found the back of the inn unlit. He opened the hatch leading to the cellar and let himself in. There in a dark corner he found the wine rack, and on it he found several bottles of wine, but not enough to last until Halloween. “They will restock before the 31st, we will just have to bring a gift to get the party started.” He mused to himself.

Upstairs he could hear footsteps and then heard the cellar door open at the top, he grabbed the light bulb dangling above him and unscrewed it just enough to prevent it from coming on. He heard Eve curse that the light was out and close the door. He went back to the exterior hatch and exited just as Eve opened the door again carrying a replacement bulb. He went back into the woods and the stood quietly as the three sisters continued their little ritual. “Enjoy yourselves my little witches, I have waited years and can wait a bit longer.”

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He watched as Chastity laid herself down on the pentagram straddling a burning candle. He could smell wormwood root burning as they chanted. He knew this was a summoning; that someone or something was being pulled into the circle from another world and it did not surprise him when Netty Goodwife’s image materialized.

Their mother spoke to them of her love and disappointment; that they were not as pure as they had been and that they were now more Vampire than witch. The mood of the three sisters changed as they pleaded for her forgiveness. Netty told them that she was not as disappointed as she was concerned and advised them that she saw a dark presence in their futures; one that could “destroy” them. The girls pleaded for more information, but she didn’t answer and her image vaporized. “We must tell Amanda” Biddy said. The three sisters huddled together and looked out into the woods and darkness beyond; fearing what they could not see, they ran to the inn without looking back.

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Vlad stepped out of the woods and into the clearing; he stepped into the circle of stones and stood in the middle of the pentagram. “You can warn them, but you can not save them; I will take back that which is mine”, he said as he stared into the flame. Netty’s appearance wasn’t something he could have ever planned or faked; it was for him just as much a message as it had been for the three sisters. He knew the night was waning and it was time to return to the road, to be picked up by Rachel. He made his way through the woods and found her waiting next to the truck at the head of the drive. “Get in and get me back to the house.”

“I was worried”

“Just drive”, he said. Rachel didn’t need to be told again; she was behind the wheel with the motor running before he entered the truck and when he did enter the truck she accelerated away into the dark. When they reached the farm house he told her to prepare herself, which she did as soon as she was through the door. He was as aroused by the events of the night as he was about fucking and feeding on her. His cock grew as did his fangs, but instead of diving into her cunt and throat he decided to play with her. She was used to his immediate thrust and when it didn’t occur she began to turn, but he stopped her. He held her shoulder with one hand as she leaned forward over the bed. He took his index finger with its pointed nail and rug it down her back; leaving a crimson trail in its wake. He stepped forward and licked the blood from her back while his finger tickled he clit. She was getting wetter as her excited body responded. He kissed and sucked at her bleeding wound as he drove his finger inside of her. Her body was his to control, just as a puppeteer controls the puppet at the end of the strings. He knew the pleasure she was feeling bordered on being painful, because she could not cum until he allowed it.

He withdrew his finger and spun her around, pushing her back on the bed; the he spread her thighs with his palms and brought his mouth down to her cunt. Her arms were outstretched and her hands were wrapped in the bedspread as he drove his tongue deep into her pussy and bit down into the flesh surrounding her clit. He sucked at her clit as his tongue lunged at her “G” spot. She shook on the bed in a state of total euphoria as he fed and just as he was about to end his feeding her body responded in still another way; she began to bleed as she had every month since she was an adolescent. He sensed it, smelled it coming and tasted it on the tip of his tongue. From that point on the animal within took control. He clawed and bit at her, then rolled her face down and shoved his cock so deep into her bloody cunt that it almost hurt. Harder and faster, faster and harder he pounded at it and she responded by trying to spread her thighs even wider to allow him in. He felt his excitement and the urge to cum intensify and when he realized he could no longer control it he bit down into her jugular just as he flooded her with his spicy cum.

The girl’s mind and body were in another universe; a place where pain and pleasure merge into an electrical current capable of lighting the world. He laid atop her; his own mind and body also in another place until he realized the sun had crested and was in the process of lighting her room. When he did realize it he sunk to the floor and crawled off into his darkened room. His fangs had receded, but his cock did not and he laid in the old man’s bed for some time before he could get comfortable. Rachel in the meantime laid in a heap on the floor, her cunt and back shredded by her master. This time it took several hours for the magic to occur and make her heal, but when it did; she found herself to be even younger and firmer than she was before.

When the sun set; she was at his door to wake him. She anticipated his needs and went into the room, he was still and did not move as she peeled the blanket back to expose his cock. “Now I will be the one to suck, but not to draw his blood” she thought as she lifted his flaccid cock to her mouth. She cupped her tongue around it and began nursing at it. She could feel it responding and then she felt his hand at the back of her head. She continued to suck as he wrapped her hair around his hand. His cock swelled and he began to bob her head on it causing it to go deeper into her mouth until she began to gag, but he didn’t stop and only became more forceful as her saliva poured from her mouth. When he finally released his load it hit the back of her throat like a torrent of lava. It was hot and she swallowed as fast as she could, but it was more than she had expected and soon she was gulping it down. There was an odd sensation throughout her entire body as she ingested his fluid; it was intoxicating and she soon found herself lightheaded. Visions began to fill her mind; visions of orgies, of women and men cavorting in a myriad of wantonness. She had no idea how long he continued or when he stopped, but felt him drag her head up off of his cock and then felt his hot breath once again at her throat. Before he bit into her vein she heard him whisper.

“You have consumed that which no other woman has ever been allowed to, my seed is in you and growing in your every cell. Only time will tell whether it will drive you insane or make you one with me”

Her eyes closed as the words filled her head and he fed. In the darkness of her mind she experienced centuries of his life and when at long last she opened her eyes; she had no idea what was real and what was no more than a hallucination. She felt as though she had been away for days if not longer; it was like an alcoholic blackout and she was waking up from a month long binge. In truth it had only been hours, but she couldn’t comprehend how so much had occurred in such a short period of time. She was in his bed, but he wasn’t. She sat up, but the room was dark and she was still under the influence of his hypnotic cum. When she was finally able to stand, she was surprised by the multitude of sensations she was experiencing. She could smell coffee and though the room was dark; she could see as if every light in it was on. She slowly moved forward to the door and opened it; she heard the wind outside in the trees and a dog barking as if it was just outside the door, but it wasn’t. She held her hand over her brow to protect her eyes from the lights in the house as she made her way to the kitchen; once there she turned off the kitchen light. She could see the room as if it were morning, and the pot of coffee steaming at the coffee maker. “He made coffee for me?” she thought.

It was then she heard his voice, “You will need it.” She spun around expecting to find him behind her, but he wasn’t. “I am in the living room, drink the coffee and come to me when you are able”

“Yes Sir” she responded to the voice inside her head. She poured a cup and drank it at the kitchen table; then poured another cup and walked down the hall, turning off the lights at every switch. When she reached the living room she found him sitting and though there were no lights on, she found the room to be illuminated. “What is happening to me” she thought.

“You are transitioning” he responded without saying a single word. “You are becoming one with me; being reborn into another world”

“But how, why?”

“You drank my cum; it would have killed you by now if I hadn’t already prepared you. I have given you the gift of eternal life; a life I own.” Though he had given her an answer; she was still confused and continued to drink the coffee. “Don’t try to make sense of it right now, just drink the coffee and let your body renew itself”

“Yes Sir, my life is yours; I am yours”

“That is right, in more ways than you can imagine.” Another hour passed, before she felt closer to being normal and able to walk without staggering or feeling light headed. “Go shower and then come back to me”

“Yes Sir” she responded. She stood and walked down the hall into the bathroom. She started the shower and looked into the mirror, but the reflection she saw was almost translucent. What she could see was even more shocking. She saw herself as she had been in her mid to late 20’s; before time and responsibility had drained her.

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The shower felt better than any she could ever remember. She shampooed her hair, applied the conditioner and began to wash her body. She brought the wash cloth to her breasts to bathe them and felt their firm presence captured in the cloth. As it passed it over her nipples, she realized how sensitive they had become; they stiffened as if yearning to be touched. She envisioned Vlad sucking at them and then drawing blood rather than milk while nursing from them. That vision brought yet another vision in which he was fucking her from behind with her body pressed up against the shower wall. She could feel his erect cock slide between her soaped up ass cheeks. As if caught in the dream she spread her legs and cheeks to welcome him in. Within a heartbeat she felt his cock slide into her ass, his fingers squeezing her nipples. It was a dream she couldn’t wake from or rather didn’t want to wake from. He was in her mind and had taken control of her body. She pressed her hands against the wall, felt the water running over her shoulders and down her back and felt his throbbing cock pressing deep inside her.

“Do you want to cum?” His voice was in her ear.

“Yes Sir, please Sir” she was responding to the voice inside her head and realized that he was indeed in her. The cock she felt penetrating her, sodomizing her was not just an image in her mind, but that of her Master who had the power to manipulate her body and mind. She could feel the climax coming, but was determined to wait until he allowed it.

“Cum Rachel, cum now” the voice commanded. She felt her body being pressed against the shower wall, and his strokes becoming more rapid until she at last released what had been building inside of her. Her cunt opened and her sweet juices poured out to be washed down her leg by the warm flowing water. She felt her heart pounding inside of her chest as she tried to grasp what had just occurred. “Good girl, now finish bathing and return to me” the voice said.

When she had finished dressing, she sheepishly entered the room and found Vlad in the chair by the window. She approached him and knelt at his feet. “Will it always be like this; will you always know my every thought?”

“It will be like this as long as you serve me well, but remember the pleasure you felt might have been extreme pain if I wanted to punish you. You are mine now body and soul; serve me well is all I demand and your rewards will be many, but if you displease me; your punishment will be like hell on earth. Now let’s talk about Halloween.

While Vlad was telling Rachel what would be expected of her; the five sisters sat in the parlor at the inn consumed by the fear their mother’s warning had flamed. They had lived for centuries as witches and feared nothing and as vampires had even more power. What “dark presence” could be more powerful than five vampire witches? Amanda had not been present at the summoning, but her sisters fear was palpable and they all repeated the same story verbatim. Why hadn’t their mother given them a name or something more to go by; instead her cryptic message had only elicited paranoia. Biddy stood in one window while Destiny stood watch at another looking out into the night sky. “We can not live like this.” Amanda said breaking a long silence. “We will feed and then we will talk rationally about what to do.” Her sisters looked at her and at each other and eventually agreed. “What shall we have? How about something salty”

The sisters laughed because they knew exactly what Amanda was saying. Earlier in the week they had gone down to the docks where a freighter with a foreign registry had docked. They followed crew members to a local tavern and waited long enough for them to consume a significant amount of alcohol and then walked in.

Every eye in the tavern (male and female) was on them, but they only looked at the five seamen from the freighter. One of them had drank enough bottled courage to approach Biddy and ask if she wanted something to drink; she told him that she was definitely thirsty, but the tavern didn’t serve what she and her sisters drank. She suggested that they all go back to the inn where alcohol was free and she and her sisters could get what they wanted and needed. The sailor heard what he wanted to; which was primarily that they could drink for free and that the girls needed and wanted to get fucked. He told his mates and they walked outside of the bar; one girl to each sailor.

The women drove the sailors to the inn and gave them even more alcohol, while they sipped wine. The men got drunker and began to get more sexually aggressive, so the sisters decided it was time to end the charade. Each of them took their drunken mate, back to a room; they removed their shirts and pushed them back onto a bed. Each girl straddled her partner on the bed and pressed their pussies against the sailors the bulge in each man’s pants. The men were ready for sex, but sex was not what they got; instead the five sisters lulled them into a submissive state and while nibbling at their necks sunk their beautiful white fangs into their jugulars. The sailors were too drunk to fight them off and became weaker as the blood drained from their bodies, but Amanda and her sisters would not drain them completely. They knew that they needed to keep them alive, so that they could feed over and over again; that is why they picked on foreign sailors and the lone tourist that stayed at the inn, because they would not be missed immediately and when they were missed no one would know where they disappeared from. When the sisters had, drank their fill, they moved the seamen to a locked room in the cellar where they were chained and gagged. The servants assumed it was a private storage area and the sailors (or other guests) who were put there were generally too weak to make a sound.

Amanda led her sisters down the cellar stairs and unlocked the door to the room where the “Salty” sailors remained in cuffs. “We need to have them last one more night and can finish them tomorrow, then we will have a fresh young guest for our All hallows Feast.” The men were weak and were unable to fight off the five lovely blood suckers. When Amanda and her sisters left, the five sailors were lying out stretched and almost lifeless.

“What do we know of our All Hallows guest?” Destiny asked .

“She claims to be a witch; probably one of those New Age Wiccan wannabes. Anyway she’s 28, alone and wants to take part in our Sabbat. What better way to spend Halloween night, than to have live entertainment and a warm willing guest eager to become part of our little coven?” Amanda responded to Destiny’s question with a straight face, but as her response faded into the air began to laugh. “Don’t worry; I doubt that this innocent young witch wannabe is the “Dark Presence” our mother spoke of.” Though they all laughed, their mother’s message cast a pall over any festivity.

Though Vlad had been at Rachel’s house for four days; he never told her why he was there and she never asked him why. She also never asked what his connection to the five sisters at the inn was or why her father never came back. From the first night that he took her blood and body, she had no past and nobody other than him. When he made a demand, she obeyed and as a result of her total obedience was given youth, beauty and a sexual vigor that she had never known before. She knelt at his knee and as he spoke, she hung on every word. “You will pack an overnight case for your stay at the Inn tomorrow night. Tomorrow I want you to go into the city and buy a provocative dress, preferably in black and have your hair done. You will drive me to the Inn at sunset; then you will return and call a Taxi and return to the Inn. There will be introductions and questions, but you needn’t worry; I will be there to give you the right answers. They have plans for you, but I have plans for them that will right a wrong done to me. You will take the bottle of wine as a gift, thanking them for the honor they are bestowing on you and propose a toast. You may sip the wine, but under no circumstance will you finish it; instead you will explain your reason for being there; just as I tell it to you. Do you understand?” Rachel looked up at him and nodded.

“Now unzip my pants, take out my cock and start sucking at it” Rachel could hear his command clearly though he moved neither his lips nor his body. She leaned forward and did as told. His cock was flaccid and cold when she brought it to her warm, wet mouth, but began to change and grow once she sucked it in. It grew in her mouth like a dry sponge absorbing water. He put his hand to the back of her head and shoved it forward until she was gagging. She struggled so as not to, but he had control and she heard his voice inside of her head say, “Do not struggle, relax and I will feed you yet again.” She closed her eyes and as if in a hypnotic state relaxed her body as told. She felt his cock, but was no longer gagging on it; instead she felt it glide over her tongue and down her throat. She imagined it to be like a snake that was slithering down a dark crevasse to rest deep inside of her. When he came this time, she did not have to swallow. He planted his seed deep inside of her and she could feel it as it passed from its vessel and flowed into every cell of her body. He pulled her head back and drug his cock from her mouth, then licked at her lips. He could taste his essence on her. “You are a part of me now; your body is an extension of my own, which I will control forever”

She heard the words and knew he was speaking the truth. Her mind was flooded with more vision and moved as he wanted it to; she had no will other than his and no desire other than his. That night she slept next to him and her dreams were his dreams. When she awoke the next morning, she moved from the bed and looked down at her sleeping Master; even in his sleep she could feel his control. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror; her image glowed in front of her. She showered and dressed and drove to the city as told. She found a shop that had the perfect black dress; it was plain and simple, but very provocative, showing enough cleavage to excite any man who saw her. She also bought a black thong and low cut black brazier that lifted her ample breast to the point of full exposure.

When the girl that was helping her saw her in it, her mouth opened; even she was aroused. Rachel could see the look on the young girl’s face, but more than that she could hear her thoughts. Envy and lust filled the young clerks head. “Thank you” Rachel said as if responding to a compliment, “I like it too.” Rachel changed back into the drab clothing she had worn before and went to a shoe store where she purchased a pair of calf length black boots with 6 inch heels. She had never owned, nor would she ever have considered even looking at a pair like this before, but now she could not imagine herself in anything else. She bought a black leather overnight bag and then went to a salon.

When the girl at the desk saw her walk in, she looked at the drab clothing on the beautiful young woman and perceived her to be country bumpkin. Rachel heard her thoughts and smiled.

“I think it’s time for a make-over, don’t you?” The girl was dumbfounded. “I want it all, hair, facial, manicure and pedicure.”

“You’ll need to make an appointment for all of that” the receptionist said, but Rachel had her Master’s will now and an appointment was out of the question.

Without saying a word, she looked into the receptionist’s eyes and mentally said, “But luckily you just had a cancellation and can see me now.” The girl looked at the appointment book and then at Rachel, repeating what she had just been told to say. She showed Rachel to a chair and told the woman at the station what Rachel wanted.

“What are we going to do with your hair, today?” the woman asked. Rachel’s hair was a dark brown and had never been professionally cut, so she hadn’t a clue as to style. She thought about her Master and what he would want and as if talking on an invisible phone got a response.

“I want it to be black, and shorter, but not too short; my M (she started to say Master, but caught herself) My boy friend likes it long. I think it needs to be layered too and I want to wear it up tonight; do you know what I’m talking about?” The hair dresser grabbed a couple of books and showed her some styles until Rachel saw what she wanted. Her hair was washed and cut then dyed black. While the color was setting, she had two other women come to the chair and they gave her the facial, manicure and pedicure she had requested. Once she was done and her hair styled she stood and was shown to a mirror. All of the women including the receptionist watched her in awe; a metamorphosis had occurred. She had entered the salon plain and simple, but was leaving a beauty that even a drab house dress couldn’t hide. She purchased some make-up that they had used and left the shop. As she walked back to her truck she was aware of the stares and the wicked thoughts every man on the street was thinking. It was almost dusk when she started home and the sun had set, by the time she arrived.

She found Vlad waiting for her at the door. “Excellent” he thought and a smile came to her face. “You serve me well. Now pack your bag and get dressed, our celebration has just begun.” She did as told and packed the bag. She tied a black ribbon on the throat of the bottle and put it in the bag as well, then dressed and slipped on her boots. She stood in front of the mirror and realized that there wasn’t a remnant of her former self there. Like some dark Pygmalion he had created her and given her life. She stood there until she felt him summoning her. She returned and found him waiting at the door, “It is time to go”

She drove him to the same spot she had dropped him off at before; “I’ll be back soon” she thought as he disappeared into the tree line.

“I’ll be waiting”

The cab arrived ten minutes after it was called. The driver took her bag and imagined what the body inside the dress looked like. “Just take me to the Inn down the road and I’ll pay you four times what the fare is” The driver had no problem with the arrangement since he would pocket much more than he would give his dispatcher.

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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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Life's Little Ironies
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My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
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Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
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Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
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My Toy
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This Flesh
Not Watching
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Inside of You
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