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

Monday, February 19, 2007
My Slut ester

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It’s 3 AM and I am in a hotel room alone for the moment, which is a blessing; given the marathon of events I have put myself through over this past week. The TV is off and there are no sounds except for the occasional vehicle on the street below. I have been cleaning out emails from various sites that have accumulated over the years and thinking about their authors. Some were pleasant and recreated memories of interludes that occurred while others were born of fantasy. In one way or another; their authors passed through my life often ending up on their knees with bowed heads thanking me for the life I had showed them. So it was with Ester.

Ester was 26 and in her own words “driven to become a slave”. She had read one woman’s stories and knew that this was the way she wanted her life to be. She wrote me a very short message, “I am 26 yrs old and I want to be Master’s slave, I will send you a picture with full frontal nudity if you would like.”

I was much older and an artist of sorts. Letters and e-mails would arrive and I read each with a great deal of skepticism; so many believed they were what I desired and yet could not follow even the simple command guised as a request. “I would like a photo of your eyes and I would like to know more about you.” Was the response to her e-mail. A day later she responded.

There was a photo of a nice looking young woman’s fully nude body. The e-mail said, “We can start here, tell me what you would do to me”

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I looked at the young woman’s body and noticed that her pussy was unshaven and made a mental note “Lose the bush, maybe it will be by shaving, waxing or fire; the bush must go” She didn’t understand that a nude photo meant nothing to me; I look at erotic photographs of nude women everyday, trying to interpret the artist’s message in his models, to the extent that I have removed (in most instances) my own interest in the model’s body. I like to think I have control of my arousal with regard to the models nudity; it is almost a gynecological approach to a cunt and breasts and there was nothing that proved she was even the person in the photo. I did not like the fact that she had not listened to me and had made a request that was the equivalent of “talk dirty to me” in an e-mail. I wasn’t about to give her what she wanted and perhaps needed; which was some scene out of a romance novel, that she could scratch her clit to in a vicarious sense of abandonment.

Once again I responded with a request for experience and other related information. She was amassing lashes without even knowing it; failing to give the one she would call “Master” what he wanted was not a good way to enter into servitude. Her email was brief, it simply said,

further info on me

the writings of Molly Darnen are tremendously important to me key is how the girl voluntarily gave up her freedom to enter the life of slavery and domination. it’s where i feel driven to go“

She had read a book and that was what drove her, she had not read my stories and I was to be her ultimate master. It would not be some contrived romantic composite created by a middle aged (and most likely inexperienced) female author. I responded,


I have suggested that you read my stories to better know me; there is little difference between my stories and what your submission would be like. Pam Lewiski aka Molly Darnen wrote to seduce your mind; I write to capture you. There are many types of relationships between Master and slave or Dom and sub. What ours will be is predicated on whether you obey.

I can train you, but not over a long distance and not over the computer; I am not a cyber Master. If you want to come to me, you must say so. Then I will arrange for it. If you want to fantasize about what it might be like then read My stories, not another’s

Most of my stories are based my relationships with former slaves or subs. you see my love, you have a choice; you can read fantasies about women in bondage and wish it were you or be the woman the story is written about and let others dream about being you. This is what I offer. I have attached a photo representative of what I would make you. Study it; her posture and everything else about her says “i am submissive, i am my Master’s property.” This is what I would have you become.


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“Master KM

i apologize for not answering your questions more fully earlier:

none of my experience has been "real life" to this extent; i have never had a true Master own me

I have been submissive to boyfriends in college , but it was always centered only around sex; i have used the club scene, especially in NYC to try to satisfy my need for bondage, pain and humiliation at first this was sufficient, but it has become clear to me that there is a hole that games can never fill. When i came upon Carrie’s story; it took hold of my soul, especially the "process" part of the story as she is systematically bent to the will of the system. the scene in the office where she strips and watches as all of her id documents are taken away is very moving to me, indeed it is at that point that i began to think seriously about finding a way into that life.

i have no mental or physical problems; you have my picture. i have always practiced safe sex, and have had regular doctor visits for normal health acre and routine test.

i only want to be sure that as i surrender my will into servitude, i do so to a man that can be trusted to use his property completely, but not destroy it. i long to serve, not become a mental or physical cripple.

i wish to become the girl that models in the photo you sent, but NOT as a model, but as the property.

humbly submitted


I had doubts; she was a virgin to an extreme lifestyle that could rape her mind and steal her spirit and yet she was brave enough (or foolish enough) to want it. I gave it serious thought before responding, because I knew there were any number of predators waiting for someone like her and that her survival with them would be questionable at best. she is willing and has come to me; I will take her and recreate her. she will either do as told or feel the whip; if she fails to please I will simply send her away. My next email was the proposition,

“I have been thinking about this and have made the following decision; I will give you a one year slave contract. If accepted you will move to me immediately, giving up the security of home, friends and family (your network or support group). you will be isolated from all that you know and I will train you as I believe you need to be trained; as the creature in the book was if you wish, but yours will not be a vicarious, intellectual pursuit; it will mean you have no choices in life that are not dictated to you by me.

If you have a question about this very simple and yet very generous offer, you may ask them now. If you want to accept it or reject it, you may do so now. your author may have been drawing on her own experiences or nature as a younger woman. she would not have that opportunity now; then again maybe it is all fantasy in her mind as well, a masturbatory effort set to paper. your choices (now) are whether to fantasize and masturbate for sexual freedom from the humdrum, or to immerse yourself and become that being you want to be.

This is My offer, if after the year is up, you seek release; I will give it to you. If you have served me well and have become the slave that you and I both want you to be, then you will be offered a permanent collar and be marked for life as Mine. I will not enter into any further dialogue with you through email. If you accept the offer, let me know and I will make arrangements for travel; if you do not, then I request that you be safe in your search. Take care My would be slut.


Her response was immediate,


my heart says i must accept your offer i must submit body and mind for the year you specify, i intend to do so proudly, with my head held high.

i need only a short time to let my head catch up with my heart; i want to convince myself that this opportunity is real and not a cruel joke that will hurt or injure me.

i do not have extensive affairs to wrap up before i submit to you but i assume i should do so in an orderly and professional way

i need to give notice of resignation to the brokerage and 2 to 3 weeks to allow them to replace me and transfer work to the new associate; my work is somewhat important and requires hand off directly from one professional to another

i have a 2 month notice on my lease, however i can easily pay this off; i must put furniture in storage, or perhaps just sell it off? what do you think? will i ever return?

one related question, the women you set free, did you consider helping them find other placement in the life assuming you did require their service any longer?

i ask because my heart tells me i search for complete objectification and have no desire to live in the vanilla world any longer

i currently think i would sell my car, and place the proceeds of the furniture and car sales along with my other savings in some time of secure long term investment; i assume that i will have no use nor even access to this for the ensuing year any maybe even for the longer term does this make sense, Master?

Therefore i would fly to you; i seek your direction as to what i should bring with me in terms of clothing, i obviously have both business and casual attire; i assume i will need only minimal amounts of either

i also realize that this email i littered with "i's" and assumption and proposed decisions on my part; really i yearn for these to be taken from me along with everything else of the vanilla world.

Finally Master would it be possible for one of your earlier possessions to contact me by email so i may close the final small doubt about the reality of the sparkling opportunity you have presented?



My response,

“I want you to give me a number that I may call you at and we will discuss your relocation. I would hope that it was going to last longer than a year, but only time will reveal that. A year should give you an indication as to whether you want to remain with me and me time to see how well you adjust. As for clothes, you will need nothing more than casual, this area in Montana is not large, but in fact quite small which will limit your distractions. I want to talk with you though; hear your voice and let you hear mine as well as tell you a bit about the area.

I do look forward to you and yes I will give you names and email addresses as soon as I notify them that this will be done. They may be hesitant to speak or write to someone who just contacts them out of the blue. you have pleased me already; I hope that you continue to do so.

you may address me as Master if we are alone or at an appropriate event; in public you will act appropriately and call me Dominic. The rest is to be discussed by phone, before you do anything.


The next correspondence was short

“ i will humbly wait your instruction at 617 XXX-XXXX”

There would be no more emails. I called her and could all but picture her speaking with head bowed her brown hair shrouding the phone as she spoke in whispered tones. I instructed her as to what to bring and when to come which gave her ample opportunity to transition the one that would take her place at the brokerage firm she worked for and allow her to stay out her lease. I gave her the phone numbers of three women who knew me as a Master as well as email addresses; knowing each would envy her, but none the less give an accurate if not glowing report of time spent with me. she listened and I imagined wrote down information and I told her that I would call daily at precisely 9PM to determine her progress. I did not want to have lengthy drawn out calls, merely an opportunity to reassure her that I was waiting as was her new life. Every evening at 9 the call was made and the phone seldom had a chance to complete its first ring.

she arrived the last weekend of April, the mountain air had warmed considerably and the only snow remaining was that at higher elevations. I stood in a corner of the terminal watching as the passengers de-planed and decided to wait rather than pick up my property immediately. she walked into the terminal hoping to see me and I could see the disappointment as she realized I wasn’t there; while all around her greeters hugged their arriving guests, she stood alone. she had two small carry on bags and made her way to baggage claim to pick up her checked baggage. It was while she stood at the baggage carrousel that I approached.

I places my hand firmly at the back of her neck, “you are a good girl, aren’t you?” I whispered and without turning she dropped her head.

“Yes Master, i try to always obey, but know you will correct me if i fail to” she grabbed her bags and loaded them onto a cart and then pushed the cart out to the parking lot to my truck. Once she had loaded the bags; I opened the door so that she could enter, but denied her entry until I inspected what she was about to surrender to me; her very being. I loosened the belt of her jeans as I continued to hold her by the neck. she knew to keep still with her arms down.

As other people passed within feet of the truck I reached down inside her pants and found her wet cunt shrouded by pubic hair; I pushed a finger inside of her as she stood with head bowed. “I thought I told you to lose that bush slut” I reminded her as I continued to manipulate her pussy”

“i thought Sir wanted to do it? i will do it as soon as we get to Sir’s house and you may punish me”

“I think you will do it on the way to the house. Now what else have I got as far as physical surprises” I asked as I reached inside her blouse and freed her breast from the bra that held them captive. her breasts were ample, but not absurdly large and her erect nipples felt good between my fingers as I squeezed them. “Leave them free and your pants open; once you are in the truck I want them lowered so that you can shave that fur from what is now “My” pussy.” she entered the truck and did as told.

I had spent the night at a hotel so that I could meet the early AM flight, so had my shaving kit with me. I handed her the disposable razor and had her position herself so as not to get her fur on the seat. “Now clean that mess up. I want you smooth by the time we get home.”

“Sir, may I use cream or something to wet it?”

“you may have before you left, but didn’t; now you will dry shave using only your pussy juices to wet it. I would imagine that if you rubbed that cunt and fingered yourself that you might work up quite a lather. Now begin!” she still hadn’t looked up as I admonished and then instructed her. As we drove through the city streets towards the road out of town she began to shave, but did not begin rubbing her pussy until she realized that the dry razor was pulling at the hairs. I drove and occasionally looked down to note her progress.
“you need to rub harder slut, there is hardly enough moisture there to shave with.”

“but Sir, if I rub to hard or finger fuck myself as you have said, i will want to cum and i am afraid that i have been known to gush when i cum.”

“I will allow you to cum, but you will pull your panties up so that the flow is limited to your bush” she did as instructed. she rubbed and rubbed as her moans became louder. Then with a jerking motion came as her panties became visibly wet. I gave her no opportunity to enjoy her self induced pleasure, but instead ordered her to begin again with her new found wetness. By the time we pulled into my driveway, her cunt was bare.

I exited the truck and walked to the house, while she got out and pulled her panties and pants up trying not to be seen by neighbors. I opened the door and my dog came running to see me, but stopped when he noticed the stranger on the walk. “This is Baby, you will tend his needs while I work.” ester stood on the walk and for the first time since she arrived raised her head to see the dog. she was attractive in a natural sense and once she had viewed Baby” lowered her head again and nodded. Baby could smell the cum on her and walked up sniffing at her crotch, but she tried to push his head away; feeling a bit embarrassed as well as aroused. “Let him sniff, he apparently likes your smell and that means I will as well”

I brought her into the house and led her to a small bedroom, “This will be your room if I am not using you, or having you stay with me. you will put your clothes away and I will lock the drawers and closet, because you are more humble and of use to me naked. Once that is done, I want you to shower and finish cleaning your cunt up so it is fresh when I want it. Then come to the living room and the cross, you are to be punished for past transgressions; you need to understand your place.” she raised her head as if to speak or perhaps protest, but lowered it again after further thought and began doing as I had told her to.

When she exited the bathroom her hair was wet and tied in the back, exposing her face for the first time. her pussy was smooth and her nipples erect due to the coolness of the rooms air. “Very nice in deed, you just need to do things when asked the first time, instead of waiting until I have to remind you. Now step to the cross and face me!” she did as told as I placed the antique manacles around her wrists and screwed the lock shut. I spread her legs and knelt to place her ankles in the crosses shackles; as I did so I was staring at her freshly shaved and redden cunt. her lips protruded only slightly and her clit was visible and inviting as she trembled in front of me. “I have plenty of time for that later, right now she needs to be corrected” I thought to my self. “I am going to whip your breasts and pussy now and I don’t want you to cry out. Do you understand?” she nodded. “When I am done I will explain how your life here will be.”

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A thin, black riding whip was brought out and I stood to the left of her. she trembled as I brought it before her eyes before I brought it down above her nipples, leaving a fine red welt where it struck. she did not cry out, but stifled herself by clamping down on her lower lip. Five more strokes landed in the same area, before I moved my concentration to her cunt. The tip of the whip landed beneath her clit on either side of her lips in rapid blows. I then took the quarter inch shaft and drug it between her lips like one would use a honey dipper to gather her honey, but the it did not serve me well so I drove two fingers inside of her instead, lifting up in her as I did. My fingers brought her smell and taste to my nose and mouth and I was happy with what I found.” Baby laid on his bed in the corner watching, as I performed this ritual; he was oblivious to the things his Master did.

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“When I let you down, you will get on all fours and come over to the couch.” I unscrewed the locking mechanisms and released her from the cross. she immediately assumed the desired position and followed me to the couch. “you have chosen to submit to a year of servitude and objectification and I have chosen to accept you.” I said as I brought out a posture collar with a large “O” ring on it.

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“This will be your training collar, and all that you may wear while home. you will remain in this posture (on all fours) until I deem you human enough to stand. In this position, you will also always be available to me if I want pleasure. Because I like to cook, there will be no need for you to stand at any time until after I have eaten and it is time to clean. your food and drink will be put into dog bowls and you will eat as Baby or any beast might until I find you to be human enough to sit with me. you shall not speak except to answer questions and you will never question my command. If you are being punished and feel that I have reached a limit; you may call out the words “no more”, but this is only if you have reached a limit. you will be here for at least one year and will have 12 periods no doubt; I will want you during that time as well as times when you are ovulating. you will be given the things you need to be clean, because I want you that way. you will be chained to your bed when I leave in the morning and unchained when I return, until I deem you human; at that time you will be permitted to go places with me. Do you understand all I have said?” she nodded. “Good” I said as I placed the collar around her neck. “At the end of the year we shall see whether you deserve or will even want more time with me” Thus began the training of the slut known as “ester”.

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she remained a animal/thing for a little over a month and learned how to do her domestic duties and take care of Baby while in the position I had chosen for her. I found her to be sexually satisfying in this doggy position and a couple of times allowed the dog to sniff and lick at her pussy. The first time, she objected (though not strenuously) then learned after a caning what the lesser of two evils the dogs tongue actually was. she would have a chain attached to the O ring on the collar when I left and her food and water dishes were made available. When I returned at noon, she was allowed to use the bathroom and then I would use her, eat, chain her once again and return to work. In the evening, she was allowed to watch TV or read while I used her as a foot stool. On occasion I would allow her to sleep in my bed with me and by the end of the month that was a frequent happening.

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Her first month went as I planned. she lost all identity as a person and became for me and to herself nothing more than a thing, an object meant to serve and an animal at best. Once I had diminished her, it was time to recreate her. I allowed her to stand and move about the house more freely. she was very appreciative and enjoyed thanking me in a variety of ways, predominately sexual. I found her cunt to be a delightful source of nourishing fluid and in fact almost drowned one night as she came repeatedly in my mouth; gushing so hard, I had trouble swallowing. By the end of the second month I was allowing her to dress and would take her out of the house to go shopping or to enjoy a hot summers day on a lake or river. The posture/training collar was removed when in public; it was replaced by a silver band open in the back with a silver ring suspended from it She was like a dog with its head out the window as we drove down the highway and she was able to enjoy the outdoors.

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In the evenings we explored her pain thresholds, not as a punishment, but rather as a path to a higher place. Clothes pins and clamps were placed on every tender inch of her body and remained until I was quite sure the blood had left the nerves below; when removed and the flow was regenerated the pain was the most intense she had ever experienced. she took well to this training and went further each day; often asking for more as if to show me what a obedient and pleasing slut it really was. her body took to needles well as I created new and elaborate designs. she was eager to learn and I enjoyed watching my whips and floggers leave their telltale marks each in its own way. her sexual learning was also coming about as she practiced orgasm control and cumming on command. It was in her third month that I fisted her for the first time and sent her into deep space. On this occasion she gushed so hard that the linen had to be completely stripped from the bed and the mattress turned.

It was inevitable that I had to introduce her to people; either fiends or co-workers and she was simply called “My ester”. At home it was kept naked and with head down would welcome who ever I invited, take their hand, but avoid any eye contact with the other person. I usually just explained that she was shy; though I knew that those (mostly males) who looked on her naked body and knew of my lifestyle choices had probably guessed her purpose.

In the sixth month I made her purpose apparent when I invited 5 guys over for a poker night. she greeted them at the door wearing her posture collar and nothing more. she was made to serve drinks and food and when not in attendance stationed herself on a small pedestal with her head bowed. I answered some questions, but generally referred to her as my slave or slut and that she was as she was, because she knew her place. A couple of the less mature members of the game made remarks which I found to be offensive and were made to apologize to her from a kneeling position. “she is mine and I may speak as I want. you are in my house and show respect or leave”, they knew I meant it and learned to treat her with the respect due me. There was a definite advantage to having my nude pet present; more often than not I was the big winner, because the loser’s mines were elsewhere.

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By the time the year was up, she had become the quintessential slave. she anticipated my every need and served me well. I approached her one night calling her by name for the first time, “ester, your contract is up. I have done as I said I would, have I not.”

“Oh yes Master, this thing before you has discovered her true purpose”

“It is time to set you free, or place a permanent collar around your neck, brand you and keep you. I have no ownership once the contract has expired, so can not force you to remain, but have grown fond of having “it” around” I looked her in the eye for the first time in a year and for the first time in a year asked her for her thoughts.

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she immediately dropped to her knees and with head lowered said, “this thing before you came to you with a name and identity. it now kneels before you as your pet with only that identity you have given it. You are its Master in every way and it would not know what to do if set free. Please Master, don’t release it; it will serve you for the rest of your life and try to never fail you.”

I patted her head as I often patted Baby’s and brought out a sterling silver collar with a locking device in the back. I placed it around her neck and locked the lock. she sighed and kissed my hand and then my boot. “it will serve you well Master”

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It’s almost 7 AM now, and I can hear her stirring. It has been almost ten years and she has done as promised. In the second year I decided to breed her and she bore me a son. she is allowed mother him as any mother would, but never neglects her duties to me. I think I will keep her to the end; I enjoy the thing I have created and its pup.

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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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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
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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

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
BDSM Website Security
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
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
(very little rhymes)

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
The Journey

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Shadow Of A Soul
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