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

Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 2

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“You want something to drink?” She hadn’t realized it, but she was thirsty; she nodded. “You don’t talk much do you? Let me fix you a cup of my special coffee.” Tom got up while she was eating and poured half a cup of coffee into a large cup and then made it special by pouring whiskey into it, leaving just enough room for some milk and sugar. He set it in front of her and she picked it up and started gulping it down. She hadn’t had coffee before; so really didn’t know what it was supposed to taste like; all she did know was it was warm and sweet. She drank the cup down and he offered her another cup, which he prepared in the same way. She was finishing the food and the second cup when the alcohol began to affect her. She didn’t know why she felt the way she did and stood to go back to the room and lay down, but her head was spinning.

“You look a bit wobbly; here let me help you back” He gripped her arm and led her back to the room and to the bed. You just lay back and let your Uncle Tom help you. She laid back as told and he swung her legs onto the bed. The alcohol had the same affect as a sedative and she started to fall asleep, but felt him grab the trouser legs and begin to pull them off. She tried to grab the waist band, but too late as he jerked them down exposing her legs. The shirt was big and so covered her pussy, but barely. Tom stood above her as she tried to shield herself, but her attempted modesty just amused him.

“Did Ed tell you how you were supposed to pay for the food?”

“Pay” she thought trying to remember anything about payment. She was clutching the shirt front with one hand and holding on to the shirt tail over her pussy with the other. “No Sir, he didn’t say I had to pay”

“Well shame on him then. Darlin in the white man’s world everybody has to pay their way. Belle and her gang give me a cut of what they get and anyone who stays pays in one way or another. So how are you gonna pay?” She could feel the harshness in his words and knew he meant what he said.

“I don’t have any money, you saw how I was when I got here; I don’t have nothing to give you” she was cornered and barely had any senses due to the alcohol.

“Well darling that’s not exactly true; you got you and all them goodies your tryin to hide” She knew what he wanted and as he leaned down closed her eyes and clinched the shirt harder, but she didn’t have the strength to fight back when he grabbed her writs and pulled them over her head ripping the buttons from the shirt and exposing her breasts and pussy. “That’s what I’m talking about he said and cuffed her across the jaw. Her world went dark when the blow landed.

She laid there unconscious as he kicked off his boots and dropped his pants. He pulled her legs apart and her pussy opened just enough to expose the pink inside. He was an old man, but his cock responded immediately. He reached down and stuck his finger in her and started pumping her to get the juices flowing and flow they did aided by the cum Ed had left in her the night before. He licked his fingers and grinned. “You’re gonna make this old man happy girl, just like your aunt did.” He said as he crawled up on top of her and guided his cock into her wet cunt, then began humping her. She was out cold, but it didn’t matter to him; he had decided to fuck her come hell or high water when the chief left her at his door.

She was being ravaged, but in her mind it was Ed on top of her. She could feel the old man’s cock in her, but in her mind it was Ed and her body responded. First her pussy closed around it and she felt that same excitement she had felt the first time. She moaned and Tom got ready to hit her again, but realized she wasn’t waking up, but responding to his cock. “Good girl” he thought to himself as he felt the urge to cum getting harder to resist. With three more strong thrust he couldn’t hold it in anymore and spewed his fluids into her, then laid on top of her warm body. He could feel her breast pushing against his chest and brought himself up on his hands. They were firm for their size and her nipples had hardened as he fucked her. “Now those perfect pillows deserve some attention too” he whispered as he pulled his wet cock from her open pussy. He straddled her body so that his cock laid between the twin mounds and then pushed them around it as he began faux fucking her breasts. He was riding her and becoming aroused again as she started to wake up. At first the dream and reality blurred her mind, but soon she realized what was happening and screamed, hoping someone would hear her, but there was no one; just Tom and he responded by slapping her in the face. “Looks like Ed got himself a wildcat, but it don’t matter cause I know how to tame wildcats .” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she laid there defenseless with Tom’s cock squeezed between her breasts.

“There’s one more thing you’re gonna do and then you’ll be paid in full for breakfast. You’re gonna suck my cock with that sweet mouth of yours” She clinched her teeth and shook her head. Her resistance just stimulated him more. “Oh you’ll do it, or I’ll tell Belle you came onto me; she doesn’t want you here anyway and would rather throw you out than put up with you. Of course she’d tell Ed and you know what he’d do doncha? No, well let me tell ya now; Ed might like to fuck a whore now and then, but he doesn’t bring them home to meet his mama. He’d run you off as naked as you came. So now what’s it gonna be” he said as he brought his large hand to her face and squeezed. She had no choice and prayed that it would be over fast. He crawled higher on her body, pinning her shoulders with his knees and brought his cock to her lips. She looked up at him and saw his cold steel grey eyes staring down at her in anticipation. “Open wide” He said.

Reluctantly she opened her mouth to allow his cock in and began sucking on it as he pulled it in and out, while never fully leaving her lips. Soon his motions became faster and she feared she would choke on it and tried to tell him to stop, but her cry was muffled and as tears fell down her cheeks he pushed it to the back of her throat and came. She felt as if she was drowning as the fluid filled her mouth forcing her to swallow fast. It was over and he pulled his cock out as she laid there coughing and gagging. “Paid in full. Will I be seeing you at dinner?” he said as he left the room without waiting for a response.

Sweet Fawn went to the pitcher on the dresser and poured some water into her mouth trying to eliminate the taste of the old man’s cum and then spit the fluid into the basin it sat in. She looked in the mirror at the side of her face; where he had cuffed her and saw some swelling, but figured it would be gone before Ed returned. She knew that if she accused Tom of raping her that it would drive a wedge between Tom and Ed and that Belle would be furious and probably throw her out. She decided to keep quiet and just try to forget what had happened and knew there was no way that she would ever eat at that table again knowing the price she would have to pay.

On the second day Belle, Ed and her outlaws reached Moffett and looked the bank over. The safe would be open during business hours, but locked at night which would mean using dynamite to blow the door open; it would be noisy and they would have to be fast to get the money out and get away. The other option would be to take it at closing, but there were two armed guards on duty and they’d have to kill them or capture them; and make a get-a-way while it was still light; which would give the Sheriff time to raise a posse and go after them while there was still some daylight. As dangerous as it was, plan “B” was still the best option. She sent Ed over to the Sheriff’s office to see what they might be up against.

Ed entered the office as if he didn’t have a care in the world and found the sheriff at his desk. He was a middle aged man that stood about 6 feet tall and looked as though he never missed a meal. Ed told the sheriff he was new to the town and wondered if he could use a deputy. The sheriff looked him over and told him there might be an opportunity, because he only had one deputy and that they had a prisoner that required someone to be there 24 hrs a day until the prisoner was hauled off to Fort Smith for trial and probably hanging.

“You got any problem staying here with the prisoner from sun down to sun up? I’ll give you five dollars a shift until they come for him; after that we’ll see what we can work out.”

“Who’s the prisoner” Ed asked

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“Cherokee Bill, ever hear of him? He’s one of the baddest outlaws in the West; killed a lot of men and robbed a lot of banks with the Cook gang. They tried to rob ours, but he wasn’t lucky on that day and we caught him.”

Ed knew Cherokee Bill well; they were old friends, but he told the sheriff he’d only read about him and congratulated the sheriff for taking down such a violent desperado. The sheriff was impressed that Ed could read and liked the compliment so he swore him in. He told Ed to get his gear and that he could stay in the empty cell in the back until he found a place. Ed took that opportunity to tell Belle that he had a plan that would stop the sheriff from causing any problem and told her about Bill being in the jail.

“The way I figure it; I can get the drop on the sheriff, lock him up and free Bill while you and the boys take care of the guards and rob the bank” Belle liked the plan, but was suspicious that the sheriff would hire an outlaw to guard an outlaw. He might have been if I gave him my Christian name, but I told him my name was Tommy Two Tongues and that I came from the Territory to the city to get off the reservation.”

“Where’d you come up with that name?”

“Sweet Fawn gave it to me. She said I was like a snake when it came to some things I did to her” Belle stopped him and told him she didn’t want to know what he did to get the name, but was happy with the outcome. Ed grabbed his blanket roll and went back to the jail. The sheriff took him back to the cells.

“Cherokee Bill, this here is my new deputy Tommy Two Tongues; he’s gonna be watchin you until the wagon from Ft. Smith arrives” Bill looked up and couldn’t believe his eyes, but didn’t let on that he knew Ed.

“Two Tongues huh, you’re from the “Territory” then?”

“Yep straight off the reservation, my family moved out this way to make money; hoping to get rich quick” Ed said while standing with the Sheriff. Bill listened to him and knew what he meant; his family consisted of Belle (his mother) and her gang. He assumed getting rich quick, meant robbing the bank.

“Well you tell them to take it slow, cause getting rich quick is what got me in trouble with the law.” The sheriff listened to the conversation between the two men and pointed out to Bill that he was in trouble because he tried to rob a bank and shot two men dead.

“Guess you’re a pretty bad desperado.” Ed said

“As bad as they come”

“Well you might be when you have a gun in your hand, but right now you’re just a caged animal and when Judge Parker passes down his sentence I reckon you’ll be at the end of a rope and won’t be a threat to anyone. Until the wagon comes, we’ll just see to it that you can’t harm or rob anyone.” The Sheriff said and Ed nodded. While they were in the jail with Bill; Belle and her gang went to get a bite to eat, then went back to the stable to wait until the bank was about to close. Ed told the sheriff he was ready to assume his watch and the sheriff agreed that it was time for him to go home.

As soon as Ed saw the Sheriff ride off he returned to Bill’s cell and unlocked the door. “Well Mr. Desperado looks like you just got released. Belle and the boys are in the stable waiting for you; that is if you want to join up with us”

Cherokee Bill smiled, “Well I came here to rob that bank with the Cook brothers, but when the goin got bad they left me behind to swing; so I guess it’s either Belle’s gang or the rope.”

Ed checked the street out front and didn’t see anyone so he and Bill headed for the stable. Belle greeted Bill and told him they wanted to make this quick and avoid gun play if possible.

“ The less noise the better, but if anyone starts shooting we need to get out or we’re all going to end up in that jail” Bill agreed and they road out of the jail to the side of the bank, Belle and Ed entered the bank, there was one guard at the door”

“We’re locking up in five minutes, so you better be quick” the guard told them. He turned to the door and Ed drew his gun and hit him in the back of the head. Belle got the drop on the two tellers and bank manager and told them to raise their hands and not make a sound. Ed opened the door and gave the signal for the rest of the gang to bring the horses out front and get busy cleaning out the vault. It was all going according to plan. What they didn’t plan for was the other deputy going back to the jail to check on Ed and Bill. When he got there and saw the empty cell he had someone go for the Sheriff while he scouted the town. When he saw the horses tied up in front of the bank, he knew there was something going on so he drew his gun and cautiously moved to the banks window, but the shades had been drawn. He figured if he surprised them he might be able to get the drop on them, but he figured wrong. The minute he went into the bank with the gun drawn, Bill swung around drew his gun and fired three times, dropping the deputy where he stood.

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The shots in the bank were heard by men outside the saloon and they began running towards the bank. Belle had her men load their saddle bags with what they had and made a dash for the door, but it was too late; the cowboys from the saloon were at the bank and a shootout began. Belles gang was better at shooting than a bunch of half drunk cowboys and hit two of them as they came out of the door, causing the others to take cover. The gang mounted their horses and put the spurs to them to get out of town before a posse could be formed. The road off into the dark with guns blazing behind them and it was a lucky shot fired by some cowboy that hit Cherokee Bill causing him to fall off his horse.

When the sheriff got back and found his deputy dead, he deputized every man that could ride and started after the gang. They caught up to Bill laying on the ground and one of the posse members took him back to the jail with instructions to get the doctor and have him patched up, so that he would live to be hung at a later date and to get a wire off to the Bureau of Indian Affairs that the gang was thought to be headed towards the reservation. The rest of the posse rode East toward the Indian Territory, but never caught sight of Belle or her gang. The Reservation agent got the wire from the Sheriff, but did nothing to stop Belle or her gang members from going back to the Starr home. For years he had been on Belle’s payroll and he wasn’t going to jeopardize that relationship of get killed to satisfy some lawman from Moffett. When the Sheriff and his posse did arrive, he told them that Belle Starr’s gang weren’t in the territory, but had been spotted heading toward the Mexican border. When asked if he knew Tommy Two Tongues, the agent honesty stated that he knew of no such person. The sheriff suspected the agent was lying, but had no jurisdiction in the territory so turned his posse and headed back to Moffett.

When the Sheriff got to the jail he went to Bill’s cell and forced Bill to tell him about Tommy, but instead Bill told him there was no such person; that he had deputized Ed Reed; Belle’s son. The Sheriff was livid and had “Wanted Dead or Alive” posters printed and sent all over the country. “I’ll see that bastard hang or shot down for makin a fool out of me”

When Belle and her gang got back to the Starr home Tom Starr was there to meet them, but Sweet Fawn didn’t come out. She had stayed in Ed’s room after the rape with a chair propped against the door. Tom had tried to entice her to come out for a fried chicken dinner, but she knew there would be a price attached to it and cringed at the thought of what he might do. The side of her face was bruised and she knew she’d have to explain it to Ed and feared how he’d respond. She felt caged and desperate to get away from the whole situation, but where would she go.

When Ed went to the door of his room he found it barred. “Sweet Fawn open the damn door”. Hearing his voice she removed the chair. “Why was the door blocked?” She told him she had moved the chair and didn’t realize it was blocking the door. When he asked about her face she told him that she had run into the door in the dark. He looked at her and knew something wasn’t right. “That isn’t the shirt I gave you, where is it?” She told him that she had spilled coffee on it and that Tom had given her a fresh one. She tried to change the subject and distract him by taking off the shirt.

“Is this better?” Ed looked at her breasts and was distracted. He took off his shirt and pants as she removed the trousers he had given her. She dropped to her knees in front of him and held is cock in her hand. “Your snake is sleeping, but I know how to wake him” she said as she slid it into her open mouth. Ed felt his cock swell as her mouth and tongue caressed it. She was easily trained to give him pleasure he thought and as she slowly and methodically massaged it with her tongue his excitement increased. Soon his hand was wrapped in her raven black hair and he began to hold her head and push it forward as he shoved it deeper into her mouth. His actions summoned thoughts of Tom and the way he had raped her mouth as she lied pinned under his body. Ed was driving his cock to the back of her throat and she was beginning to gag just as she had with Tom. When Ed came it hard and she swallowed as fast as she could, but she was also trying to pull her head back; resisting in a way that she couldn’t when Tom had come. Ed released her head and she fell back gasping; then began to cry.

“What the hell is wrong with you girl?” She moved her body back into a corner and continued to cry. Ed grabbed her shoulders “I asked you a question, why are you crying and trying to hide in the corner. He put his hand in her hair and pulled her head back; forcing her to look up at him. She looked pitiful, but didn’t answer his question. He turned in anger and started to walk away when she spoke.

“He told me that if I talked, he’d tell your mother it was my fault and have us both kicked out of the house”

“What was your fault, who told you? She explained what had happened and Ed became enraged. He put on his pants and strapped on his gun and left the room. She remained on the floor crying, then she heard a gun shot and ran to the door. Ed was laying on the floor with a bullet hole in his shoulder. Tom was standing in the middle of the room, but wasn’t holding a gun. Then she looked over at Belle who was; he had been shot by his own mother. Sweet Fawn rushed to Ed’s side.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill him” Belle said. I want you to fix him up and then I want both of you out of here.

“But he’s your son”

“Yeah I know and the chief is your father, but it didn’t stop him from throwing his whore daughter out of his tee-pee. I didn’t want you here to begin with, I knew you were nothin, but trouble waiting to happen and I wasn’t gone two days before you proved it. I’ll let the two of you stay one more night, give him his share of the bank money and then you’re gone; understood?” Sweet Fawn didn’t understand and tried to explain what had happened the night before. “I know exactly what happened, that old dog over there forced himself on you” Tom looked at Belle and tried to deny it, but Belle raised her gun and pointed it at him. “You’re lucky I don’t blow your cock off or kill you; I would too, but I’m not going to. You’re like every other man I’ve ever known and can’t be trusted, but it’s your house and I don’t want to kill you just yet, but don’t give me another reason to or I won’t hesitate. Sweet Fawn helped Ed to his feet and then into his room and laid him on his bed. Belle brought in some bandages and threw them on the bed.

The bullet had gone through the flesh of his upper arm, but had not done any major damage. Sweet Fawn cleaned the wound and wrapped a tight bandage around it. “I should have seen this coming, he said as she leaned over him. That old bastard has pulled shit like this before; he likes to rape native women. Maybe it’s because his white father raped his native mother , so it’s in his blood. And my mother puts up with it; maybe it’s because we came to him after the man they called my father was gunned down. She can be a brutal bitch, but she knows fucking with him would get the gang kicked off the best hideout she’s ever known. I want to kill them both. Well we got one day to pack as much as we can carry and be gone.” Sweet Fawn started to cry again. “Stop it, you’re gonna drive me crazy with all that bawlin!” She moved away from the bed.

“Where are we going to go?” She asked

“Well first off we’re going to Fort Smith, but we’ll have to avoid the law. My sister has a boarding house for young women there and will put us up for a couple of days” She remembered what Belle had said the night she arrived about Pearl. “But I figure I’ll be a wanted man after what happened in Moffett, so I’ll have to leave pretty darn quick”

“You’ll take me with you won’t you?

“I can’t, I’ll be on the run and you’ll slow me down, but Pearl will take care of you until I get some place where they don’t know me.” Ed knew what would happen to her if he left her with Pearl; that she’d turn her out to be a whore, but he had no place else to go and had never wanted to be saddled with her to begin with. There would always be another girl, black white, Mexican or Indian; it was easier to buy their services than get involved with them.

The next morning they got dressed and saddled two horses; Belle gave him his split of the bank money as promised and they headed West. It took two long days ride to get to Pearls boarding house. When they got to Pearls she welcomed them and showed them to a room. “Why don’t you freshen up” she told Sweet Fawn, “I’ve got some clothes I can give you that will make you look more like a lady than a cowgirl, so you wash up and I’ll have one of the other girls bring them up. I need to talk to Ed, while you get cleaned up” She showed Sweet Fawn where the bath was, gave her a bar of soap and a towel and then took Ed back downstairs to the kitchen. There were several young women sitting at the table and she told them to go get the trunk she had stored in the basement and take it up to the guest room and layout some clothes for the girl in the bath. The girls got up and did as told leaving Ed alone with his sister.

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“You’re in a lot of trouble “ she said; pulling a folded piece of paper from her apron. Ed took the sheet and opened it; it was a wanted poster that read,

Ed Reed
For the murder of Deputy Wilbur Taylor during a bank robbery in Moffett, Oklahoma Territory

There was no picture, just an artist sketch that only bore a slight resemblance. “They got Cherokee Bill after the holdup and he gave them your name; as I get it he was wounded and the Sheriff of Moffett was poking his finger in the wound until Bill gave you up.

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They patched him up and the prison wagon delivered him here. Yesterday judge Parker tried him and he was found guilty of murder and bank robbery and sentenced to hang tomorrow with five other men” Ed looked at the wanted poster, folded it up and put it in his shirt pocket. “So what’s your plan, cause you sure as hell can’t stay here or you’ll find yourself dangling from a rope as well.”

Ed told her what had happened at the Starr home, so he knew he couldn’t go back there. “I guess I’ll head North. There’s lots of small mining towns in Montana where I can hideout for a while, but I’m leaving the girl with you. He told her that she had been a virgin when he took her, but took to sex like a duck takes to water. Pearl grinned.

“Well fucking isn’t all that difficult now, is it? She looks pretty and hasn’t been marked up like some of the older girls, so I figure I’ll get top dollar from my clients for at least a while until she loses that appeal.”

“She hasn’t been with anyone willingly except me; that bastard Tom raped her, but that was only once so it doesn’t really count. She might not want to put out for you, but that’s your problem and I figure she won’t be the first that you had to “convince”. I’ll stay until after the hanging and then tell her I have to go, no use getting her upset yet.” Pearl agreed and told him there wouldn’t be any problem she couldn’t handle, then poured him a drink. They talked about Belle and Tom and Ed told her that he’d kill them both if he ever had the opportunity. Pearl loved her mother and her brother, but knew both of them had tempers and were prone to handling conflicts with guns rather than words, so she just hoped that he’d go North rather than getting his vengeance.

Sweet Fawn finish bathing and stood in front of a full length mirror for the first time in her life. Her body was moist from the bath and her wet unbraided hair fell over her shoulders framing her breasts. She looked at her body and smiled. There was a large trunk in the room that was open and garments on the bed, but she had no idea how they all went on except for the dress which she slid over her head. She went through the trunk and found a bottle with a little rubber ball on it; when she squeezed the ball a sweet smelling mist filled the air. It was a bottle of Lilac water, she squeezed it again onto the dress and her hair. It was about then That Ed entered the room. He looked at her, as if he was looking at her for the first time. “You look very pretty.” He said. It was the first time he ever had said anything like that to her and she couldn’t help but spin to show off the dress. I’ll see if there’s a comb and brush you can use for your hair. He saw the garments on the bed which consisted of a corset, pantaloons and stockings and asked why she hadn’t put them on, then realized that aside from her buckskin dress she hadn’t ever worn under garments. “I’ll have Pearl or one of her girls show you how to wear them” he told her as he stepped closer. “You smell like a flower” he said then kissed her. That was the first time he had shown any tenderness. She put her head to his chest and hugged him.

“I want to be pleasing to you”

Ed realized that she was attaching herself to him and knew it would only make things worse when he had to go, so brought her arms down and told her that she was very pleasing, but that he would have to leave in a couple of days and preferred her naked and in bed if she was going to please him. She smiled and slid the dress back over her head, then pushed the blankets back on the bed and got in it.

“Is this better?” she asked.

“Yes, now you just stay there while I clean up” he said as he kicked off his boots and got undressed. He went to the bath and stepped in; the water was cold, but he was used to cold bathes. He bathed for the first time in a week and when he got out of the copper tub felt better than he had in a long time. He took the wet bandage off his wounded arm and cursed his mother again. He wrapped a new bandage around the wound that he had gotten from Pearl and went over to the bed where he found Sweet Fawn asleep. He didn’t bother to wake her, but just crawled in next to her warm soft body. She put an arm over him and moved closer.

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I have been both a Master and Dom in the BDSM lifestyle for 40 years. I am currently in Sin City, (Las Vegas, Nevada), but I have plied my art all over the country and yes, the giving of pain and pleasure is an art.

I started this because I thought there might be an interaction between myself and like minded individuals, but found most willing to look and not speak; for this reason I have eliminated the tag board and your ability to comment (Consider yourself gagged).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And From a Submissive Woman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.

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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
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Vlad's Lesson Plan
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Vlad's Final Lesson
Vlad's Beginning
Vlad's Resurrection Part 1
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The Libertine of Libby Part 1
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The Libertine of Libby Part 3
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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)

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j's Objectification
Recreating j
Educating j

The Photo Shoot Part 1
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Electra's Story Part 1
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Sunday's Child Part 1

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The Book
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
The New Year's Party

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

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

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

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

Bedtime Stories
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
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