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


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


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

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

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







Saturday, February 24, 2007
The Slave Auction

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Missouri was a slave state prior to the Civil War or War of Northern Aggression as the Confederates liked to call it. The Westport landing in the City of Kansas (now Kansas City) was a hub of commerce including the slave trade. Some people (mostly male) did not want to give up ownership of their property (mostly females) even though the Union won and Lincoln abolished slavery. A secret society of slave owners was established and continues to trade in female flesh to this day; though the practice of ownership has evolved as part of an alternative lifestyle known as BDSM.

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The Rebel Owners Society Elite (ROSE) found it easy to recruit members from around the recently defeated South after the war. The society continued to grow as transportation and communication improved over the next 120 years and soon found its membership to be national and international with the advent of the internet. Every year since its creation, owners have met to buy, sell or trade their female and sometimes male slaves. Last year on November 3rd, the auction took place in an old warehouse in Kansas City’s West Bottoms.

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Slaves were brought to the auction and put in pens by skin tone (much like cattle by breed) for prospective owners to view. Then one by one were brought before the Society’s leaders in the same way a horse or dog would be shown at exhibition. They were all examined a number of physicians and declared to be a fully functional females, devoid of disease and capable of breeding. This was an important part of the process, for it would reveal whether there were any virgins (a highly sought after prize) or if any had been altered. Some Islamic owners were known to circumcise females, which meant their clits were removed to eliminate any sexual pleasure. These poor creatures often found themselves being owned by sadistic monsters that whored them out until they had no value at all to anyone. I made note of the numbers worn by the ones I was interested in; there was a Nubian, an Asian, a Swede and an American of Black Irish decent.

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The warehouse being used for the auction had over one hundred rooms which were used to have private showings prior to the actual sale. This gave prospective buyers the opportunity to more closely examine the girls they were interested. The girl would be left with the prospective owners who were allowed to use her in many ways, but were forbidden to have intercourse with her in any way (though as Mr. Clinton pointed out, oral sex was not intercourse). It was not uncommon to see a girl covered with the cum of perspective buyers after she had gotten them off in any way allowed. After the private showings they were hosed off and brought before the auctioneer.

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Tiye The Nubian


The first room I went to, held a Nubian that had been brought to the auction by an Arab Sheik. Though married with six wives; he had used her as his pleasure toy for a number of years. She also had served as his secretary and was schooled in five languages including English and her native Sudanese. The Sheik had grown tired of her as she approached 30 and was looking for something younger. After potential buyers entered, he told them about her history as a slave as she was seated, naked in the middle of the floor so that we could view all of her assets.

Her name was Tiye, she was from that stretch of land along the upper Nile that bordered Egypt and Sudan. The Nubian race was believed to be the first in Egypt and Nubian rulers preceded the more well known Pharaohs of ancient times. Tiye’s owner had purchased her from her uncle just after her parents had been killed. The uncle had 11 children by 3 wives and no interest in his brother’s child. Tiye was 13 at the time of the purchase and was about to be circumcised when the Sheik took ownership. He did not want her mutilated, and believed that in three or four years she would be ripe for his pleasure. He had her cleaned up and began her education; she studied as any student would during the day and was trained by the slave she would replace at night. The teacher, knew her days with the Sheik were drawing to an end and often beat Tiye with a whip or cane; not as punishment for bad behavior, but rather just to cause her pain. Tiye learned to bear the beatings and quit crying just to defy the teacher. This all made sense; since she was said to have descended from a female warrior sect in Nubia that was thousands of years old. Her linage was noble, even if she had been purchased as a slave.

She was brought to his quarters, as the time grew close for her to assume her duties as the Sheiks #1 slave. He would have her stripped and have a locked collar placed around her neck with a chain which was attached to the bed. She was made to stand and observe as the woman she would replace serviced her Master and be observed by the Master during the process. Sometimes the Sheik ordered her to rub the jewel he had saved from the knife until she cried out in pleasure. Her cries often excited him more than those of the woman he was fucking and so he would fuck her harder until she could not take any more.

Tiye was just about to turn 17, when the Sheik took her for the first time. Her predecessor led her into his chamber, stripped her and put her in his bed. Her arms were extended and her wrists bound by ancient iron manacles; then her legs were spread and her ankles shackled to the foot post. Her ebony body was a sharp contrast to the white satin sheets beneath it and her spread legs opened the virginal pink portal that would soon be the Sheiks playground. The former slave knew that Tiye was a virgin and pushed a folded towel under her ass and cunt to catch any blood that might escape once it was used.

Tiye was nervous as the time approached, the former slave had prepared her and shaved her pussy and was now about to watch (if not take part) her deflowering. The other woman could see that Tiye was on edge and decided to play with her mind and body as her tension grew. She laid down next to Tiye on her side and slowly began to rub the girls clit as she sucked on her nipple. Tiye tried to resist, but soon gave way to the pleasure she was experiencing. Her tormentor could feel the girls excitement mounting in her breathing and in the way her hips pressed against the hand that rubbed the swollen clit. She knew that the wet cunt was about to explode, when she began spanking it and the Tiye responded just as she knew she would. Tiye could not control her excitement and her cum gushed forth onto the towel. “You silly slut, you better learn to control that. Master will tell you when to cum and punish you if you cum too soon or without permission. You have no idea how much agony he will have you endure before giving you a moment’s pleasure. Now raise your hips; he will be angry if he sees this cum soaked towel and I do not want one final beating” Tiye raised her hips as the woman removed the towel and dried her lips.

The Sheik came in and observed his prize. He removed his robes revealing his swollen cock. The Sheik was an Arab Prince and his cock resembled that of an Arabian stallion. She had always viewed it at a distance as he was fucking her teacher and for some reason it did not seem that large during those times. Now it seemed huge as he brought it down to her still glistening lips. “Your time has come. You are about to be christened my young slut and made into toy I have prepared you to be.” His words were still in her ear when she felt his cock push past any barrier her hymen may have presented. The pain was at first intense, but rapidly gave way to excitement as the Sheik’s cock hammered into her bloody cunt.

She felt her excitement grow until she knew her climax was eminent and begged the Sheik for permission to cum; he ignored her lost in his own pursuit of pleasure. She screamed out as her climax came and the Sheik slapped her across the face. “You have not earned the right to find pleasure before me slut. Now I will have to begin again in a new virgin hole. He had her unbound, rolled and rebound in seconds. The former slave had warned her and knew what was about to take place. The Sheik pushed his still swollen cock against the tiny sphincter that rested between the cheeks of her ass. He did not use a lubricant and continued to push until it penetrated and then shoved it in. She cried out louder in pain than she did in pleasure as he fucked her ass. It seemed like he had been fucking her for hours before he came; she had long since stopped feeling anything and was grateful when his cum flooded her ass and he withdrew his cock.

She was taken back to her room as his cock was bathed by a servant. She spent the next ten years living much as she had that night. When the time came she trained a new girl and the Sheik brought her to be auctioned off. She still carried herself like a Nubian Queen and I knew that she would be of better use to a tycoon than me. So I went to the next room on my list as handlers chained her to a post for the pleasure of those who stayed.

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Quan'Am The Asian


Quan'Am was Vietnamese by birth and was the daughter of a Chinese General and the Vietnamese slave he claimed during the war with the United States. Though the government of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam renounced and outlawed prostitution, it did little to renounce the slave trade. Many women and children who had American or European blood in them had been sold into slavery, since the end of the war. General Chow had been a military advisor and a young lieutenant in the Chinese army when the war ended. He used his contacts to remain on in the fledgling country as it began to rebuild and attained rank and privilege as the Chinese Consul to the Socialist Republic of Vietnam. His position also gave him “diplomatic immunity” anywhere he traveled in the world.

His slave had been a Buddhist Nun who was born of a Vietnamese mother and American GI. The mother felt shame when the soldier returned to the states without her and their child so at age ten put her in a Buddhist Sangha to be raised by the monks and nuns within. When the southern government fell the Communist raided the Buddhist Sangha killing many of the monks and nuns, but the 18 year old Amer-asian nun caught the eye of the young lieutenant and he had her brought to his quarters.

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Because she was a nun, he knew she would still be a virgin and would in all likelihood have some education. It had been a common practice in Vietnam, Laos and China to round up educators and intellectuals after the fall of a non Communist government and re-educate them. Those who were not re-educated, were killed. The Buddhist experienced a similar fate. The nun’s name was Mai (Vietnamese for Cherry Blossom) and once she was bathed, she was stripped and tied to the lieutenant’s bed. He was going to re-educate her in a different way. He raped her repeatedly, as she struggled beneath him until there was no more fight left in her. He did not love her, he was not capable of love, she was quite simply a spoil of war. When she became pregnant with Quan'Am he considered having the baby aborted, but there was also pleasure in fucking his pregnant slut and so he allowed it to be born. In many ways he had hoped for a son and was very disappointed when his daughter was presented. A daughter was a burden and that was the way he treated her. When she was old enough to do chores, he made her work around the consulate and allowed her to stay with her mother. Her mother taught her to expect no compassion from men, but also taught her to read and write. As the girl reached her 18th birthday the General contemplated replacing her mother with her, but decided he would rid himself of both of them and procure a young Anglo slave instead. Mai was sent away from the consulate on the day Quan'Am was flown to Kansas City. The General gave her history and left the room to shop for his next trophy.

Quan'Am was still a virgin and was petrified as the men in the room began to grope and play with her naked body. A handler bound her with rope on her knees as men shoved their cocks in the direction of her mouth. Finally one of the buyers slapped her hard across the face and shoved his cock into her mouth as he held her head. He fucked her mouth until he was about to cum and then withdrew it and came one her face as others watched and waited their turn. Because she was a virgin, she would bring top dollar, but I wasn’t interested. There is too much trouble involved in training one from virginity. I left for the next room.

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Olga The Swede


Olga was the property of a German Count. He, his wife, son and daughter had solicited for an Au Pair. They were quite specific about what they wanted. She had to be of pure Arian bloodlines and with no immediate family. They said that they preferred someone who was uninvolved in a relationship and willing to move to their castle in Frankfurt. She had to have at least a Bachelors Degree and fluent in German. What they wanted was a girl capable of breeding with the 15 year old son and his father, who wouldn’t be missed by friends or family. Olga responded with a letter stating she had just graduated from the Stockholm Institute of Education with a Teaching degree. She had grown up in Gustavsberg, an industrial community outside of Stockholm. She had been raised by a matronly aunt after being orphaned at an early age. Her aunt had died while she was in her third year at university, so she really had no home or person to go back to. She was just 21, when they flew her to Frankfurt to begin her new education.

Once behind the castle gates she was taken to what would become her cell. The first night though would be spent with the family. She dined at their table and sipped wine from a crystal goblet as she told them how excited she was for the opportunity that they had presented her with. The parents looked at each other and smiled; communicating the pleasure they took in knowing that she was the perfect choice. The 14 year old daughter giggled as she watched her brother undress Olga with his eyes. “Let’s take her on a tour of the castle and show her where she will be working the most” the son said.

“One more glass of wine first and a toast to the family’s new addition” the Count said as he poured more wine into his glass. He emptied the bottle into his wife’s glass and told young Eric to go fetch another. Though 15 Eric had been educated well beyond his years. He now stood over 6 feet tall and weighed about 175 pounds, so in everyway was a man. His parents were incestuous sadist and his mother had trained him sexually, while his father had trained him to be a Master. His sister was his first submissive and it was only now that she was able to conceive that the parents decided to bring in new blood. The daughter would later be given to an industrialist billionaire in return for a small fortune.

Eric pulled the wine from the rack and corked it; he then took out a small bottle from his pants pocket and put an eyedropper full of the clear contents into the wine bottle. The clear fluid was Gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid or GHB, a drug that would render Olga sleepy and unable to defend herself. Eric returned and filled Olga’s glass. The toast was made and the glasses were emptied.

They left the table and descended a stone stairwell that led into the bowels of the castle. Olga began to feel the effects of the drug when they reached the bottom; she staggered and then leaned against the wall. “I guess I had too much wine, I feel funny”

“You will be fine fraulein, you will be able to lie down soon enough.” the Count said as he and his son put the girl’s arms over their shoulders to support her. They took her into a room that had been a dungeon since Medieval times and had been upgraded through the centuries with electricity, plumbing and heat. Olga was taken to a small room, where she was stripped while still semi-conscious. It all seemed like a dream as the men peeled off her clothes and the daughter giggled in her mother’s arms. She was then laid on a bed and watched through tired eyes as the men removed their own clothes. The son was eager and his cock was hard, but his father was the alpha in the castle and the son was made to wait and watch as his father drove his cock into the girl’s pussy. “She is very tight, I think you will enjoy her, but why wait for me to finish with this hole when you could have her other”. Olga knew what was happening, but was helpless to do anything about it as the Count rolled her on top of him and continued to fuck her. The son had no problem penetrating her tight ass, as the girl became sandwiched between them. Due to his youth he took less time to cum and once off, watched as his father rolled her over and continued.

By now the Countess had become aroused and stripped. The Count positioned Olga on the end of the bed so that he could stand and fuck her, while the Countess lowered her cunt onto the girl’s mouth and began rubbing her clit against it. Olga could smell the Countess’s musk as she felt her lips become moist with the other woman’s juices. The Countess watched as her husband came and then came herself washing her juices over Olga’s face. There daughter had also become aroused, but knew that she could do no more than suck on her brothers cock after she had washed it, as he watched. As soon as their parents had finished with Olga; Eric mounted her. This time he pushed his eager cock into the cunt his father had filled and this time there was no quick ejaculation. He fucked her for an hour before cumming and held her legs over his shoulders so that he could penetrate even deeper inside of her. “Do you think we made her pregnant father?” , Eric asked.

“It could be, but we are in no hurry are we?” the Count said as he dressed. “Gena, my dear daughter, get soap and a cloth and clean her up.”

The girl obediently complied. Olga could feel the warm wash cloth on her face as the Countess’s cum was washed away, and then the girl began to wash Olga’s wet pussy. “Mommy, may I play a bit?” The Countess nodded and Gena drove her little fist into Olga’s cunt. Olga had not responded to either of the men’s cocks, but the drug was wearing off and the girls fisting was arousing her. She felt herself cum. “Mommy, mommy I did it; I made her cum!” the girl shouted.

“Good girl, now finish doing as you were told.” Gena washed the pussy and then Eric and his father pulled her up onto the bed and restrained her writs and ankles. This would be the only time she was drugged; from that night on for two months the men would take her alone and as a pair. She was whipped and beaten if she refused to service any family member including Gena. By the end of her first year she was pregnant and gave the house another son in her second year. She was bred two more times over her 5 year stay in Frankfurt. No one came to her rescue and she accepted her servitude as a way of life. The Count forced her to exercise to lose the weight she gained during pregnancy and kept her breast full by sucking on them well after the babies had stopped.

When she was brought to the auction it was to be sold to another who would breed her. I had no interest in having children by her or anyone so left that room as the bound Swedish Au Pair was bound and forced to give head.

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Ruby An American of Black Irish Descent


Ruby was the 21 year old product of an owner and his slave. Like so many others, she had been raised to be a slave as her mother had before her. She was about 5 ft 6 inches and weighed about 115 pounds. Her hair was black with a natural curl and her eyes were a dark blue. Her Black Irish roots were as obvious as her alabaster skin.

She had been trained by her mother from the time she was born to understand her place and duties. As she grew older and showed a rebellious nature, her father would apply a single tail or buggy whip until she became compliant, but she was only compliant around them. She was put into an all girl Catholic school, but managed to sneak away on occasion, so that she could drink and play with boys. Her parents discovered she had lost her virginity when she became pregnant at 18; they decided to have the pregnancy terminated, so that they wouldn’t be stuck with her little bastard and while she was out also had her tubes tied to prevent future accidents.
Ruby fought her submission to her parents and the idea of being a slave to any man, but it was a fight she could never win. They literally imprisoned her in a cell in their basement.

Her father began her training in earnest when she finished high school. Her clothes were burned and she was made to wear only a posture collar attached to a leash. She had no contact with anyone except her parents and was immersed into the life of a slave. She would not see the sun or a blue sky for the next three years and only then when being transported to the auction.

At first she resented the way she was treated; she held out hope of rescue, but soon learned that there would be none. She received daily beatings until they no longer hurt and soon came to welcome them as a diversion to her boredom. She would be strapped to her bed and penetrated with a vibrator or dildo until she was on the edge of climax and then had the stimulation removed. Her sexual frustration mounted until she was allowed to cum after begging for it. Her whole life became a regiment of rewards and punishments based on her behavior and she soon learned how to behave.

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This all became evident as the buyers examined her. Her father had her stand in the middle of the room with her arms behind her back, as the buyers attached clamps to her nipples, and flogged her bare ass. She never shed a tear or tried to move as her panties were invaded by stranger’s hands and then lowered to expose her shave cunt. She was eventually brought to her knees and was about to be forced to suck a cock when a horn blew signaling the beginning of the auction.

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Men exited the rooms as the women were herded back into the holding pens after being hosed off. The auctioneer gave the terms of all sales and announced that several lots had been pulled due to private deals made between buyers and sellers. Usually this meant that the extremely wealthy among us has opted to pay more than a property would bring, just to forgo the time involved. Such had been the case with Tiye; she had been purchased from the Sheik by an older Southern Senator who had once been a member of the Ku Klux Klan in his youth and had impregnated one of his parent’s black maids. Tiye was a prize to him.

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Quan'Am was bought by a retired Army Major General who had been in Vietnam during the war. He was a young lieutenant at the time and lived in Saigon with a girl he had met in a village. When his tour of duty was up he left his pregnant girlfriend and returned stateside. He knew that his family would never accept a Vietnamese daughter-in-law and was told by his commanding officer that such a union would ultimately end his army career. He married a general’s daughter, had children, but always played with Asian girls, whether they were in the lifestyle or just Bangkok whores. His wife eventually grew tired of his infidelities and the army strongly suggested that he retire, when allegations of a Japanese girl’s rape were leveled at him. Quan'Am was perfect for him, or so he thought. He committed suicide when he found out that she was in fact his granddaughter.

Olga was purchased by the Sheik. She wasn’t Anglo, but she was white and blonde and very fertile. The Sheik liked the idea of having blonde babies and taking the milk from her full breasts. He had tasted her in the “interview room’ and found her milk and pussy to be sweet to his tongue. She wasn’t that much younger than Tiye, but she had been broken in well.

I bought Ruby. I liked the way she held her head up and never really succumbed to the humiliation of those who pawed her. When I paid the auctioneer, her father smiled and handed me the leash. “Good luck with her” he said. She was brought into my home and her training continues daily. Sometimes I think she antagonizes me, because she knows I enjoy beating the “Irish” out of her, but more than that; I love the way she fucks like an Irish whore. I received the announcement about this year’s auction, but think I’ll stay home; she still requires work if I am to reap any profit in the future and I haven’t grown a bit weary of this lass’s ass.

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.


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(Series)

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

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

Dream Lover I
Dream Lover II
Dream Lover III

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

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

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

The Photo Shoot Part 1
The Photo Shoot Part 2

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

Sunday's Child Part 1

Short Stories
(For those seeking immediate gratification)

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The Book
Dessert
De Sade, the Orgy and the Trial
I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
Off White, Six Defective Doms and One Pathetic Troll
Going Postal
StepfordSlaves
Liberation
The New Year's Party

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

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

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


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

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Bound
Ladies of the Night





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


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