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







Saturday, January 15, 2011
Vlad's Resurrection Part 2



She arrived at the inn and paid the driver as promised. While she bent forward to give him the fare he peered down the front of her dress and became aroused.

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He wanted to drag her back into the cab and rape her. Rachel just smiled as she walked away and told him to drive safely. The sisters had watched her arrive and met her at the door. Introductions were made and Rachel became aware of their intent, since each of them revealed their thoughts without realizing it. Rachel also heard her Master’s thoughts, “Do not worry, I am with you and I will not allow them to harm you.” Reassured she entered the Inn and was shown to her room. When she returned, she was carrying the bottle of wine. She handed it to Amanda whose eyes lit up.

“We drink this same wine” Amanda said.

“I know, the bottle shop owner told me; that is why I bought it. It’s a thank you for sharing this night with me.”

“So tell us about you; are you Wiccan?” Destiny asked. Rachel knew nothing of witchcraft or the Wiccan ways, but her Master provided her with the story which she just repeated.

“No not Wiccan, I am a true practitioner; it has been in my family for generations. From the time I was born, my mother and grandmother taught me ritual and spells. It made me an outcast in school so I was home schooled. I knew no others like me at home and since the passing of both my mother and grandmother have felt isolated.”

“And how did you hear about our inn?” Eve asked. The sisters were enthralled, they knew that others existed, but had not encountered anyone in two centuries. They believed all the others were in hiding or had founded the Wiccan community which they wanted nothing to do with.

“You probably are not going to believe this, but it was in a vision. I saw you all, but there was a man with you. He was dark and not one of us.” The sisters knew she was referring to Vlad. “He brought you to this place, but then disappeared from all my visions”

“I guess you do have the gift. There was a man and he did bring us here, but one night left us never to be seen again. This is the perfect story for All Hallows Eve, but let’s pops the cork on your wine and enjoy a taste before you continue” Amanda was nervous as were her sisters; Vlad’s existence and disappearance were not common knowledge and aside from the five sisters, no one else should have known. She got a corkscrew and glasses; opened the bottle and distributed it among the six glasses.

“I’d like to make a toast” Rachel said, “To our Sabbat and our mothers’ teachings” She lifted her glass; the others hesitated, but did the same. Rachel sipped the wine, while the five sisters took larger swallows. Rachel set her glass down and continued her story or rather the story Vlad wanted her to tell. “My visions of you ended a number of years ago, but recently returned. It was as if I was being told to come here and meet you. I felt this was the perfect occasion and that the reason for my visions would be made clear if I came.” The five sisters’ thoughts filled her head, some believed her, others did not; some feared her, but Amanda did not. Amanda did not care why or how she got there, because in her mind it made no difference since Rachel would be gone before the sun came up.

“We did not see you coming, but are delighted that you are here.” Amanda said raising her glass with her, sisters and downing the last of the wine. “The witching hour approaches and we must change for our Sabbat. You do realize that we do not wear Halloween witches costumes and use a cauldron, our ritual is a bit more pagan than that. Go remove your clothing, you will find a garment on the back of the door.” The six women went to their respective rooms, when they emerged all were wearing black gossamer robes over their naked bodies; all except for Rachel who was wearing white. “Very nice, you are lovely” Amanda’s words did not reflect her thoughts or the thoughts of her sisters. Their thoughts revealed their desire to feed on her body and leave her lifeless. Vlad’s words in her mind eased her concerns.

“They will not harm you, I will not allow them to taste that which is mine”

“You are all in black, I feel like a virgin sacrifice in white.”Rachel said

“Are you a virgin” Amanda asked.

Rachel could almost audibly hear them saying in unison “Please say yes” She could feel their desire to taste virgin blood.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no I lost that years ago” she said with a smile on her face; the only smile in the room.

“Well then I guess you shouldn’t be worried. You are wearing white, because you are not yet one of us. You will not be wearing white by the end of the night” Amanda feigned a caring hug. Her body was cold against Rachel’s warm breasts. “We will lead you to our ritual site and have our Sabbat; when it is done it will be as if our blood is mingled and you will be a part of us.” With that, Amanda distributed candles and lit them, then led Rachel and her sisters out the door. They passed the well and walked down the path that led to the clearing with the five stones.

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Though Rachel didn’t feel it, the five sisters were beginning to feel the affect of the drugged wine they had finished. Their senses were being dulled, the path though well lit was fuzzy, but still they continued. When they reached the clearing the five sisters laid their candles at the five points on the pentagram. Chastity stood on weakened legs and led Rachel to the center of the circle that surrounded it and had her place her candle on the ground. “We will now summon our Master and surrender you to him, are you willing to proceed?” Chastity’s words were beginning to slur and Rachel could sense the thoughts of all five dulling. “Biddy, bring her the crown. You will wear this during the ritual” she said as she stumbled back to her stone.


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Biddy rose from the circle and almost fell down as she reached behind a tree and brought out what appeared to be a head piece with goats horns. Rachel put it on her head and stood in the middle of the circle. The five sisters closed their eyes and began to chant; it was from the Grand Grimoire, a ritual text dating back to the 13th century. The chant would induce Satan to enter the circle and do the coven’s bidding and it might have this time as it had over the past several centuries had the coven been able to repeat it, but the drugged wine had them slurring their words and forgetting passages until it was nothing but gibberish. Rachel remained in the circle and as the sisters watched, became rigid; her eyes appeared to roll back and her mouth opened.

A voice sounded, but it was not the voice of the lovely young girl at the center of the circle. It was a strong male voice. Hearing it the sisters tried to lean forward, but Biddy and Eve only fell to the ground. “You betrayed me” It was Vlad’s voice, but emanating from Rachel’s mouth. “You took from me” Amanda stood not comprehending the situation.

“No Master, we brought you the girl” she said or rather wanted to say, but her tongue felt thick in her mouth and the words were muddled. She dropped to her knees and fell forward just as Chastity and Divinity fell from their stones.

“You brought me nothing, she serves me and brought you to me” The five sisters looked up in their drugged stupor as Rachel’s body relaxed, her eyes returned and she stepped from the circle. Dazed, confused and weak they stared up as Vlad stepped into the circle, his fangs glistened in the candle light. I offered you eternal life and you tried to take mine. I was your Master and you betrayed me, but now I will have my retribution. Your arrogance has cost you; maybe when you meet your mother on the other side you can explain to her why you didn’t heed her advice. He was almost frothing at the mouth his anger was so great.

“Will you drain their blood as they did yours Sir”

“No”

“Will you kill them”

“No. I can not drink their blood, because their blood is mingled with my own. They will serve one final purpose; they will turn you and complete your right of passage. I will cut each of them and you will feed from each of them.” Rachel’s heart was beating faster. Vlad grabbed Amanda’s wrist and pulled it forward; she struggled, but was too weak to fight back. He raised his index finger and pressed it into her wrist and tore the vein from it. Amanda screamed, but had no power to stop him or Rachel as she put her mouth to the witch’s wrist. Rachel sucked at the flowing blood as Vlad walked toward Chastity who was now laying sprawled on the ground. He ripped out her jugular and Rachel ran to the blood flow like an animal sensing a fresh kill.

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Each of the sisters was opened for Rachel to feed on and then left to bleed out on the ground, but Vlad wanted no chance that they might return as he did. To ensure their demise he gathered enough wood to build a fire and threw the candle wax and candles into the fire. He tore their gossamer robes from their bodies and tossed them into the flames. They were slowly bleeding to death when he forced his hand up under each of their rib cages and tore out their still beating hearts and threw them into the flames.

Rachel was leaning against one of the stones and could feel still another change occurring in her body. She felt her heart beating fast and then felt it slow and eventually stop. She felt her wrist and jugular, but found no pulse.

“We must hurry, we have much to do before we retire for the day” Vlad said

Rachel stood and ran to him; she put her blood soaked mouth to his and kissed him. He pushed her away. That blood gave you a new life, but is like poison to me. We will have our time later, but must now clean up this mess.”

One by one they drug the lifeless, bloody corpses to the well and threw them in. The fire was extinguished and its heart laden ashes were thrown on top of the bodies. Vlad took Rachel to the inn and the Master bedroom. He led her into the bathroom and bathed the blood from her mouth. Now that she was clean, her lips were safe. “This will be our home now, just as it was once mine before. Now we must sleep.”

Rachel followed him to the bed and leaned forward. His cock responded and he plunged it into her. With every thrust she wanted another; it was almost as if she had an itch that only increased as it was scratched. Their fucking became frenzied until they both came and collapsed on the bed. “Oh my God, I have never felt such want and desire before” she panted.

“You have just inherited the lust and desire of five witches, I can only imagine what tomorrow will bring. When we rise, we will have more work to do; I want to pour concrete into the well before those bodies decay and I want to find my clothes so that I can get out of your father’s overalls.”

“Out of his pants and into mine; frequently I hope”

“No pants for you. Remember? There are going to be some changes in you and between us, which you will begin to experience soon if not by tomorrow. For instance, you are no longer among the living so your body has literally stopped all systems. You will no longer bleed monthly, much to my dismay; you will heal if wounded, but as with the myth you must avoid silver and the sun. Garlic and crucifixes are nothing but folk legend; being a Vampire has no connection to Satan except to those who see us as being the spawn of Satan. I can no longer feed on your blood since you drank of their blood, we must have fresh untainted blood; by tomorrow you will feel the hunger, so we must find our next meal. Now you must sleep; by tomorrow you will be reborn. He put her in the bed and laid next to her holding her hand as the sun began to rise outside.

The housekeeper arrived shortly after they fell asleep, but was used to going about her chores without ever seeing her employers. She believed them to be whores or prostitutes who sold their bodies at night and slept all day. As long as there was a paycheck on the table every Friday, she didn’t care who she worked for. She went to the parlor and saw a bottle and five empty wine glasses, but the sixth was practically full. “Waste not, want not” she thought as she drained the glass. She continued with her Chores, but the drugged wine was beginning to affect her so she sat on the couch. “A little cat nap before I continue, yes I need a nap, must sleeeep” she was thinking as she passed out. She slept in the parlor unaware of the new occupants until the sun set.

Vlad and Rachel awoke and Rachel felt the hunger that Vlad had mentioned. They left the room expecting to find an empty house, so the housekeeper’s presence came as a surprise. “We can not touch her, she may have family or friends that would miss her and come looking. We simply need to have her go away; but first we need to get dressed. I am sure one of your forebears has something in their closet that will fit you; I on the other hand must find my clothing, if those bitches didn’t give everything away.” Rachel went to through each closet and found many things she liked from sultry/sexy lingerie to designer gowns, but settled on a simple dress so as not to arouse suspicions. Vlad found his trunks in the attic and took out slacks, shoes, socks and a shirt. The clothes smelled musty and styles had changed, but his clothes fit better and looked better than the old groundskeepers.



He came down the stairs and found Rachel waiting, her hunger was increasing and unfortunately she had not yet learned to control it as Vlad had and her fangs were showing as she looked down at the housekeeper. “Put them away now” he demanded in a stern voice. She sneered back, but his voice had awakened the sleeping woman, who was startled by their presence. “Good evening did you enjoy your nap? I am afraid we haven’t met; I am the owner of the inn Vlad Teppes and this is my wife Rachel.” He had his hand out in Rachel’s general direction, but Rachel just continued to sneer.

“But I thought those five girls owned it” the housekeeper responded.

“No they were just blood relatives who tried to make a go of it, but their lifestyle forced them to live beyond their means, so we had to come back and take control yet again. I’m afraid we won’t be needing your services anymore, so if you will tell what they owe you, I will get you paid.” The old lady was suspicious, but gave him a figure. He had Rachel rummage through the five sisters purses until she found enough cash to pay the old woman. “Here you go, now be careful on your way home you still seem sleepy” She took the money and left a card with her name and number on it in the event they had a need in the future. Vlad looked at Rachel, “Alone at last, now to see about getting you fed”. Rachel looked at him and showed off her newly acquired fangs.

When Rachel took Vlad back to the inn the night after his escape from the well, he had gone to the cellar with the intent of destroying bottles of wine so that their gift would be the only available bottle to drink. Fortunately there were only a few bottles in the cellar so there was no need. The state of the wine rack wasn’t the only discovery he made though; he saw the locked cellar door to the room that housed the five sailors.

They had been drugged the night before and the sisters had fed, but even in their weakened state were screaming for help; not knowing that their cries would only fall on deaf or dead ears. Vlad took Rachel by the hand and led her down the stairs to the door, “I think they have leftovers in the pantry” he said, but she grimaced thinking about what that term had meant to her. “That is not what these are” was his response to her unexpressed thought. He unbolted the door and turned on the light. Rachel smiled for there in front of her were three of the five seamen still living and breathing. The other two had been drained and piled in a corner for disposal at a later date. Their putrid state of decomposition would have killed any normal diner’s appetite, but went unnoticed in Rachel’s case. The seaman seeing two new faces thought that Vlad and Rachel were some kind of rescue party and it wasn’t until she flashed her fangs that the truth flashed in their minds. Rachel knelt next to the first sailor and dug her fangs into his throat. The dark crimson blood was pulled into her mouth and down her throat. This was the first time that she had actually tasted human blood since the five witches were all vampires and their blood was musty from being stagnant in their veins. The sailor’s blood on the other hand was fresh and warm, there was a slight salty taste to it and a sweet after taste. Rachel drank from the sailors in a gluttonous frenzy until there was no more life in him. She looked up at Vlad who was grinning and then at the next sailor. Vlad nodded and said, “Go on”. No sooner had he given her permission than she was on the next sailor, clamping down on his jugular with the same results.

When she turned to Vlad after the second sailor Vlad said “No, you’ve had enough. You are going to have to learn how to control your appetite. It isn’t that difficult, but as with a child developing internal controls sometimes limits are required; besides I am hungry too.” She stood by as he finished off the third sailor. “OK now we clean up.” He grabbed a sailor’s legs and drug the lifeless body up the exterior stairs to the side of the well; Rachel did the same and when Vlad had deposited the last body on the heap he stroked his chin “OK now where do I out them?” It was a rhetorical question by Rachel responded anyway.

“Sir, we have a wood chipper at our old place. And the hogs haven’t been fed since our first night together” Vlad looked at her and smiled. This one has brains he thought and it was a thought Rachel read and gloried in. He took her to the barn and found his Jaguar just as he had left it except for the license plates. Rachel grabbed her keys and Vlad drove her back to the old man’s place (her place now) so she could bring the pickup back. She followed him back and parked the pickup behind the house, close to the well Vlad loaded the bed of the truck with the five sailor’s remains and got in the pickup. Within one half hour they had processed all five bodies through the wood chipper which deposited the remains directly into a nearby hog trough. When Vlad saw how efficiently and effectively the bodies were disposed of he decided to clean the well out as well.

He drove back and attached a baling hook to the well bucket rope, then used it to snag a witch. When he felt resistance he pulled up his catch; it was what was left of Chastity. Next came Amanda, then Biddy, Eve and finally Destiny; insects had already began devouring the flesh around the wound that was created by Vlad’s hand when he ripped their hearts out. The five witches were processed just as the sailors had been and their remains left in a metal drum labeled “Hog Slop”.

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Vlad returned by himself to exhume the remains of Rachel’s father, the young woman whose blood and organs had given him the strength to escape the well and the remains or rather remnants of the inn owner that had been his landlady. He told Rachel he would bury her father, so she stayed behind to pick out a spot under an old apple tree in the yard. When she found the right place she used the John Deere with a backhoe attachment to dig the grave. When Vlad returned her father’s body was put in an old steamer trunk and placed in the hole with a photo of her mother and a bible. “Lord knows it didn’t get much use while he was living, but may help him in death” Rachel said; that was as much of a eulogy as the once dutiful daughter could muster.

“That was a bit short wasn’t it? I mean generally I am not one who attends funerals, but I thought the loved ones were supposed to grieve a bit more than that” Vlad had in fact never attended a funeral, but had read obituaries that had taken longer than Rachel’s brief good-bye to her father.

“Sir, do you think I enjoyed living here and serving him? My mother died when I was a child; I guess he figured I was left to take her place. I fixed his meal, took care of the place and went to school until he decided I had other duties to perform as well. He started coming to my room when I was 10; he began by fondling me, by 12 he had me giving him blow jobs because it was a woman’s duty to satisfy the man of the house. From that point on he took me to his bed and used me anyway he saw fit. I couldn’t have friends and I didn’t have the money to escape. He actually robbed me of my youth and believe it or not, what you did was the answer to my only prayer. So though you may be “unholy” in the eyes of every religion in the world; you turned out to be my savior. You restored me, made me young again and for the first time in my life I feel alive and beautiful. Ironic isn’t it”

Vlad had a hard time believing that he was anyone’s savior, but had lived long enough to understand that there are few if any coincidences in life. A girl being thrown over his body 4and a half years after he was supposed to have died; having just enough blood in her veins an organs to give him the strength to climb out of the well that had been his tomb to feed on chickens which would lead to the groundskeeper spending the night in the barn which became Vlad’s ticket to freedom and Rachel and Rachel’s freedom from the hell she lived in. Some if not all things are destined to turn out as they should.

Vlad and Rachel had a new start, but as is always the problem with bloodsuckers; their hunger and local disappearances would lead to talk and suspicions. Vlad was well aware of this which is why he frequently moved, but this rural New England Inn had potential as long as its visitors continued to be lonely men and women from out of town. At first they went bar hopping in larger cities and trolled for bottom feeders; then there was the docks where the sisters had snagged the seamen, but ultimately the internet gave them the perfect hunting ground. No site was sacred, so Catholic, Jewish, Muslim Singles sites, were as used as Asian, Hispanic, Russian, and Black sites. Rachel promised men anything they wanted and Vlad promised women everything they wanted. Kink sites were especially fruitful, there was no end to the number of submissive males and females looking for a long term relationship. Regardless of the site they encouraged their potential meal to live for the moment, hop a plane and meet them; sort of a meet, greet and eat scenario. They would suggest a rendezvous at the inn, share a bottle of wine next to a cozy fire and an unforgettable evening. They cleaned out the storage room in the basement to ensure someone was always on hand and ridded themselves of rotting carcasses as they had ridded themselves of the sailors and witches. The hogs ate well and often, so put on a lot of weight which was a good thing when they went to auction.

Vlad and Rachel still live a little north of Salem, Massachusetts on a lovely farm that has been around since the Salem witch trials and on All Hallows Eve have one special guest join them in a witches Sabbot. No visitor has ever complained or asked to have their money returned, and they currently have a Five (pointed) star rating.

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

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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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

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And From a Submissive Woman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.


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Shaking the Family Tree Chapter I
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter II
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter III
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter IV
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter V
Shaking the Family Tree -The Music Lover

Conjuring Adonis I
Conjuring Adonis II
Conjuring Adonis III
Conjuring Adonis IV

Dream Lover I
Dream Lover II
Dream Lover III

Vlad's Lesson Plan
Vlad's Next Semester
Vlad's Final Lesson
Vlad's Beginning
Vlad's Resurrection Part 1
Vlad's Resurrection Part II

The Libertine of Libby Part 1
The Libertine of Libby Part 2
The Libertine of Libby Part 3
The Libertine of Libby Part 4
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 1
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 2
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 3
The Libertine of Libby Part 5
The Libertine of Libby Part 6
The Libertine of Libby Part 7
The Libertine of Libby Part 8
The Libertine of Libby Part 9
The Libertine of Libby Part 10 (Last Chapter)

j's Seduction
j's Objectification
Recreating j
Educating j

The Photo Shoot Part 1
The Photo Shoot Part 2

Electra's Story Part 1
Electra's Story Part 2

Sunday's Child Part 1

Short Stories
(For those seeking immediate gratification)

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The Book
Dessert
De Sade, the Orgy and the Trial
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
StepfordSlaves
Liberation
The New Year's Party

Nocturnal Events
Nocturnal Emissions
Death
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
Misjudged
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
Beads
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
#9 - A Detective Story

Ramblings and Observations
(For those who want a piece of My mind)

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


Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
Lips
My Toy
Waiting
Daddy's Girl
Blossom
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Orgasm
Edge Play
Cocktails
This Flesh
Smoke
Eve
Illusion
Disillusion
Passion
Watching
Not Watching
Intimacy
Tango 2
Inside of You
Dreamscape
Demons
Despair
Spent
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Bound
Ladies of the Night





Bedtime Stories
(Fables)
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
The Journey


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Extreme Body Modification
(Warning some of these photos may offend, even people with twisted minds)


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The Abyss
Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Cruci-fiction
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
PV-Comics
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Mistress Matisse's Journal
3xL : Lust, Love & Latex
Poiesia
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