So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!

~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade

"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

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

Saturday, July 23, 2005
My Love Fable

Years ago I wrote a fable about two lovers and the energy that existed between them. You can not make the energy flow, it flows naturally or not at all. When lovers touch there are signs that the desire is there; it is in their eyes, in her erect nipples, the wetness of her pussy and the bulging of his cock. Desire is an energy, but can only arouse. When the lovers bodies are joined; when with his cock is in her and they begin to move, then the energy becomes a sexual rhythm. Whether it is soft and slow, hot and fast, frenzied and furious, gentle or rough they must move to the same rhythm or the energy is destroyed and the moment lost. We look for that person that will know our rhythm so that we may be like two experienced dancers, who anticipate each other's every move. I have danced with many before and still search for that one who will move with Me as one body.

Below you will find the Fable, because I think it is significant and represents My balance; the gentler side of this twisted mind.

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A Love Fable

The Meeting

Once upon a time (because that is when everything happened); there lived two people. They both lived in the same woods, but at opposite ends. One was an old carpenter with rough hands, broad shoulders and a soft heart.

The other was beautiful woman, who had two beautiful children. She lived in a beautiful house, with a beautiful garden and everything she saw or touched became beautiful too.

The old carpenter worked hard all his life; his son was far away, so lived by himself with only the local animals as friends. They would come to him with stories of the beautiful lady. “You should see her! She is magnificent!” they’d exclaim. “Her world is a thing of beauty, and all she touches becomes beautiful too!” The carpenter looked in the mirror at the lines in his face and gray in his beard , and thought “there is no place in her beautiful world for a creature such as I.”

One day while he was gathering wood to build with he caught a glimpse of the lady. He fell in love immediately. It was true she did grace everything around her. In that one moment even his world became brighter, but still he thought “there is no place in her world for me.”

The next time he was in the woods he saw her again. And keeping well hidden he said, “Hello”. “Who are you?” she asked “And why do you hide?”

“I am the carpenter from the other end of the woods. I am not hiding, I am working and you just can’t see me. I just wanted to say hello” he replied.

“Quit working so I can see you. It frightens me that you have no face” she said. “Maybe some other day, but not today” he replied.

For days, months and years the two met in the woods, they talked, but the carpenter never revealed himself. She would speak of her children the woods would glow around her. She would laugh and the birds and animals would sing. When she left his heart would sink and things would be as they were. The carpenter had fallen in love, but as he hid his face; he also hid his feelings.

One day in the woods, she talked to him and told him of a prince who had won her heart. “He is so good, that I would give up my beautiful world to be with him.”,she told him. As her part of the woods glowed his became darker.

“Please don’t leave, our world will loose it’s light, as I have lost my heart.”

He blurted these words out, he couldn’t contain himself.

“What are you saying? You and I have never met; you have never shown yourself to me. How can you exist for me if I can’t see you?”, she said. Slowly the carpenter emerged from the woods and as he did her light began to shine on him.

Maybe it was the light, but it seemed the lines in his face were beginning to disappear and the gray in his beard showed more like streaks of silver. As he walked closer he felt his back straighten and he became taller. When he stood in front of her and looked into her eyes; the glow she emitted entered his eyes and went to his heart. Her light became apart of his soul and he smiled.

The beautiful lady touched him and a tear welled up in her eye. “You aren’t so terrifying. Why have you hidden so long?”

“Because I was foolish; I let myself believe you would run away, so I hid.”, he told her. “Now you will go anyway, and with you will go the light but I will always be right behind you, trying to find you.” , he told her.

“What is your name?”, she asked. “Moon”, he replied. “And yours?” he asked.
“I am Sun”.

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The Courtship of Sun and Moon

Sun and Moon had met, in the woods, and Moon at last professed his love. Sun was shocked for she had met her prince already. He was her love, her hearts desire; she had thought her light had been seen by the right being. He was gentle and kind and there. But he was the prince of a far off realm and they had spoke only through time and space. Who was this Moon? A shadow in the darkness for months, who only stepped into her light as she declared her love for another.

Moon had become brazen. He had bathed in Sun’s light; he had opened his eyes at last and realized that only she could light his world. He glowed, but only for Sun. Now she was leaving, but he was determined, and he would follow moments behind in case she needed or wanted him. They would communicate through time and space, her words and presence always warming him. And the world could see as he followed her, how her presence affected him. When she responded he was full; when she spoke of her prince he was shadowed; when she was not there , he too was not seen.

Sun loved Moon, she loved his attentiveness; unlike the prince he was always there. She loved the passion, the way he reflected her light and moods. For Moon she often was brighter. She confessed to him that she too missed him when they were not together.

Moon needed little encouragement. He often rose earlier and stayed later into the day sharing the sky with Sun. Hers was the first face he wanted to see in the day and the last as they kissed good night. But Sun still pursued her prince, while Moon asked why.

Sun often worried about Moon’s honesty, his wanting to share her space. “There are so many problems.” she would say. “I am in love (though she was not sure why), I am committed I know he is my prince!” she told Moon.

Moon’s only response was “Why?, you shine on so many and he least reflects your light?”, Then he would say “ On many occasions he has obscured your light, and in doing so mine as well.” One day Moon asked “What is this prince’s name that holds the heart of my love and so often veils her glow?”

“He is the prince of Clouds. He fills my skies and is everywhere!” said Sun. Moon responded “He is not here and when I see him he is less billowy. How can you so love, he who would dull your radiance?” “I don’t know?, I just do” she said.

Moon would not let the Sun go down with out him, and so for millennium he chased her across the sky. When she wept, the earth was watered; when she smiled the earth was warmed. And the Moon glowed. The prince of clouds had no substance to him, and Moon knew she would rise and see that.

Moon swore, that he would court the Sun until neither rose again. And he did.

The Battle For Sun

Sun pursued the Prince of Clouds, because she knew that once together any problems they might have would be resolved. Moon pursued Sun, because he knew that his love for her was greater than any others, including her Prince’s. Moon lived for Sun the way the flowers did, he felt strength in her presence and glowed. Clouds only darken her radiance, but her being illuminated him.

Moon was determined to vanquish the Prince. To do this he challenged him to do battle. The battle would begin with Sun’s going and would end as she returned. There would be no ground given, a battle to the end.

As Sun, left clouds began to gather, great massive thunderheads, dark and gray. The Prince amassed a great storm, thunder and lightning began to crack and fill the night sky. Trees bowed and limbs were torn off as the wind rode in front of Cloud’s army.

People took shelter in their homes, animals sought shelter as the storm grew greater . Clouds filled the sky with his presence, there was no sign of light , no sign of Moon. For hours Clouds rattled the night skies with thunder and lightning. Eventually he began to weaken exhausted by this mighty show of strength.

Then as if he were the wisest of leaders Moon began to rise. He rose above clouds, above the thunder and lightning. And through the clouds came this shimmering light. Moon had bested his opponent without striking a blow. Clouds had literally blown himself out. Defeated he left the morning sky, as Sun approached.

Though night was about to become day, Moon cold not leave. He waited as Sun approached and lingered in her radiance unobstructed by clouds presence. Moon loved Sun and as if a miracle had occurred Sun said, “It is over, the Clouds have departed” .

Moon continues to pursue Sun, now only her heart stood between them, and he would (God willing) win that battle too.

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Moon’s Reward

Moon’s defeat of the Prince of Clouds was complete. Vanquished clouds shriveled up and he disappeared. He returned on occasion to pay tribute to Sun and to acknowledge Moon (Red skies at morning and night reflecting the embarrassment of his defeat; The love for one and the resentment of the other.).

Feeling loved, Sun asked if Moon had every witnessed her in her glory, in her total radiance. He thought he had but then she opened her eyes and showed her true radiant beauty. She exposed all sides of her and Moon was delighted.

Moon wanted only to feel, touch and taste his exquisite counterpart. He took her in and his love grew brighter. He was both elated and embarrassed by his emotion. Moon blushed at his response, on seeing her beauty he became crimson. Sun, upon seeing his flushed face caressed the love she saw and felt in him.

It was a time of fulfillment, his and hers. He shown so brightly that the farmers in the fields came out and saw that their crops were bountiful. Their land had been kissed by Sun’s radiance, it was absorbed into the earth and as the prince had washed her from the sky on occasion he had also moistened the earth giving the fertile seed its nourishment to grow in earth’s womb. As the battle through the skies had progressed the crops grew; following the ritual, awakening with Sun’s warmth sleeping under Moon’s gaze tormented and fed by the Prince’s fury.

But in the end it was Moon’s blushing radiance that told the people in the fields that it was time to harvest what they had sown. Through time we have forgotten what a miracle this cycle of love is. The love of Moon for Sun, his daily accent to see his love, only to loose her again. His vow made; he still follows her through time and space and though he may never be able to touch her, he will always see her radiance and reflect it for the world to see.

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The End


This picture by Craig Morey has always made me think of the relationship between night and day. It is about the Yin-Yang of existence and our relationships; not the similarities we share, but rather the contrast that compliment and complete us.

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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 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
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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
submissive position

Ladies of the Night

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

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