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

Sunday, July 24, 2005
Dream Lovers 3

Their lives were connected through their dreams. Every night, each in their own bed, waited for the arrival of sleep and that one who brought love, hope and satisfaction. They were past the point of being concerned that their sanity had left them. With each dream their was a physical manifestation. For each there was the stain associated with orgasms, but each believed that could occur with some nocturnal emission; it was the other manifestations that made them know they had touched and were touched by some one.

She had awakened that second night with the scratches and bite, he had awakened with the blood on his lips and the salty taste still there in his mouth. Over the ensuing months there were more marks; signs that rope was used to restrain her and that she could bite too. Each had explored all the possibilities and each had reached the same conclusion, that they were in a paranormal relationship and that it was all they needed to survive.

There were moments during her day that she could think about the previous night and all that occurred. She was a nurse and she had found that caring for those who were terminal gave her some comfort in this life. She had cared for many who had gone on, and understood the death process and the processing that survivors had to endure. "It's all part of life ," she thought, and "we will all experience it". When she was alone, she was stricken by the loneliness of those left behind; the widow whose 50 year marriage ended with his last breath and the husband whose light dimmed as his love closed her eyes. When alone she recounted how her love had just gone and lamented that her own death seemed distant, but that was before the dreams.

When the dreams started she was jolted into a new reality that was nothing short of surreal. They/he had awakened something inside of her. Hope was renewed and even though there was no sharing of a breakfast, no chitchat over pancakes; there was passion and desire and a feeling of satisfaction that she had never felt before. There was this magic in her life that was for her and him; a secret not to be shared with friends or family. The thought of it alone aroused her and during her break she would go to the rest room, enter a stall, lift her starched white uniform, lower her panties, and with eyes closed see his hand gliding over her stomach. Her legs would part as she saw his fingers begin to rub her excited clit. When she emerged, there was always that tell-tale smile on her lips.

Her days and nights had once again become orderly. Her life was (though odd to outsiders) perfect in every way. She never wanted for him because he was always a part of her, there whenever she closed her eyes. That perfect life experienced a ripple at 7:30 AM on a Monday morning. She arrived at the hospital and found an envelope attached to her time card. In the envelope was a letter from the Nursing Director, advising her that due to a low census cuts were being made. It went on to say that the Director and administration believed that she was an excellent nurse and did not want to lose her so they were promoting her to the position of "NIGHT CHARGE NURSE". She would receive a larger check and only have to work Mon-Fri. All she could think of was her lover, all she could imagine is losing him. The letter informed her that the change was immediate and that she should go home and report back for the 11-7 shift on the Coma Unit.

She left the hospital dazed. Instead of seeing a reward she felt as if she had just lost everything in life. She told herself, "If he is there for me when I sleep, then it will make no difference when I sleep" and then she prayed that she was right. She entered her apartment and tried to re-assimilate her life. Her body and biological clock were used to being up all day and sleeping at night, but now day was night and she only wanted to be in his arms. To expedite that end she popped a couple of mild sleep meds into her mouth and crawled under the blankets. She laid on her back legs spread and arms outstretched as usual and waited. She fell into a drugged sleep. He never came.

She awoke at 8PM, her mind was still a bit foggy from the meds. She realized she had slept uninterrupted and was heartbroken. "he didn't come " she sighed as she entered her shower.
She closed her eye's and called him, and there he was. She was in tears as she said, "I won't be there tonight, or any other night. You must come to me in the morning My Love" . He looked at her, touched a tear on her cheek and said "Soon My Love, and then now and forever". She opened her eyes and he was gone. She finished bathing, grabbed a bite to eat and put on the uniform she had worn that morning. She arrived on the unit at 10PM and began to listen to the report.

There were five patients on the Coma Unit, two were in comas due to trauma, two were patients who had CVA's (strokes) all of these were considered terminal in that their EEG's showed little brain activity. The fifth patient was a 42 y/o man who had attempted suicide after losing his lover. He had been brought into the emergency room in an unconscious state and they had lavaged his stomach and gotten all of the pills out but he never regained consciousness. His toxicology levels were normal as were all the other test; his EEG was normal with the exception of spiked activity during the night. He was being evaluated for a release to a psychiatric facility that would care for a patient in a catatonic coma. Having heard the report she said good night to the PM nurse and began reviewing the charts. Her night would be spent here among the living dead instead of in paradise with her phantom lover. Instead of feeling his body and smelling his musk, she would be bathing people who wouldn't even be aware of here touch, and inhaling in the rancor odors associated with a hospital room. As she evaluated this change in her life all she could wonder was "will he return".

She went to the med cabinet and prepared the injections and IV's that her patients required. Each had an IV tube for medication and all had Naso-gastric tubes for feedings. She could feel her madness growing; she wanted to scream. Her body was screaming, it was hungry and like a child intent on getting the pleasure it had become a custom to was becoming fidgety. She tended the patients in the first two rooms and then entered the last room that was occupied. In the bed was a man of about six feet and who was physically fit. She looked at his face and saw what only could be described as a rugged appearance; he had dark hair and was dark complected. "Hmm he looks Italian or European, definitely good looking", she thought. He hadn't been shaved in a couple of days so she felt it only right that she make him presentable for his evaluation. She returned to the nurses station for a razor and shaving gel. On the way back she picked up towels a couple of wash clothes and a new gown; "I might as well do a total bath, and then I can change his linen", she thought. "It's part of the job".

When she returned to his room she looked at his EEG monitor their was no spiking just normal activity. She raised his head and put a towel under it and over his shoulders. She unfastened the tie at the back of his gown and lowered it to reveal his chest. He was hairy but not in an obscene way. It was in a nice way with a patch of white in the middle of otherwise black hair.
She moistened the washcloth and rubbed it over his beard, then put some shaving gel in her palm and slowly drew it across his face. She didn't notice but the EEG spiked when her hand touched his face. She shaved him very carefully as not to nick his chiseled jaw. When done she took the wash cloth and wiped the remainder of gel from his face. She cupped her hand and brought it to his cheek admiring both the face and the quality of her work. "Very nice" she said in a low voice and once again the EEG showed a spike that went unnoticed.

"OK my friend, now for the rest of you", she mused as she rolled back the sheet and blanket. He had strong arms and legs even when relaxed the muscles were apparent. She lowered his gown to his waist and dipped the was cloth into the basin. She suds up his chest as she almost played with his hair, and then rinsed. She rolled him to the side with his face pressed against her waist so she could get to his back and then rolled him back when she had dried him. She draped the towel she had been using across his lap as she removed the gown and began washing his legs. She began rubbing his legs with another towel working her way up his body until once again she was back at his lap. As she tossed the towel on the floor she noticed the bulge under the on that covered his lap.

"Hmm that wasn't there before. I see you haven't completely vegetated and I must make sure that you are clean, so I will simply remove your towel and do what is necessary!". This explanation was uttered for the benefit of the patient, for everyone knew an unconscious patient can hear every word spoken. She slowly removed the towel revealing a very healthy male erection. She was both shocked and pleased to see a real male erection and mused that it was for her benefit. She took her wash cloth and began washing him; she cleaned both his cock and balls and when finished noticed that the erection had not gone away.

It was quiet on her unit; there were no other nurses or orderlies. There would be no food service workers and no lab worker until the early morning. She was alone and she was aware of his arousal. In some strange way her fixation on his stiffened cock was immobilizing her. She remembered every lecture she had heard which told her that to a nurse a body is a body. She knew how deplorable it was to take advantage of the disabled but those were her thoughts. She wanted him in her and could hear her lovers voice saying "Do it"; she was power less to resist.

She went to the rest room and removed her panties and cut a hole in her pantyhose so if someone came she would appear dressed. She returned to his room to find that his erection was withering. "Take him", her lover's voice responded. So she drew the curtain around the bed and leaned over him. She took his freshly bathed cock in her mouth and began sucking; as she did she gently massaged his balls with her hand. The response was immediate as his flesh began to firm in her mouth. It felt good to her and she removed it to admire her work. She noticed the pre-cum at the tip and put her tongue to it. It was both sweet and salty and she kissed /sucked the opening until all was gone. Once again she began licking and sucking only now her hand was under her uniform rubbing her wetted clit.

When she knew that her wetness had well lubricated her pussy, she climbed up on the bed and straddled her patient. She steadied herself with one hand on his chest as she used her other to guide him into her. When the tip of his cock parted her labia she took her hand away and lowered herself down on it. He was perfect, he filled her. She made herself comfortable and opened her uniform to expose her bra. She undid the clasp between the two cups and let her breasts free. As she squeezed and played with her nipples she moved slowly around on him to get the deepest penetration and to feel his body against her clit. Before too long she felt a tightness just below her stomach and knew that her climax was coming. She threw her head back and with her hands squeezing her breast and pinching her nipples; she rode him. She rode him like a mechanical bull and as the ride became more violent she thrust herself down hard on his cock and felt herself cum. "Oh my God" she thought, "What have I done? This is wrong, its rape!" The thoughts came fast, but her sensitized clit allowed her to have little orgasms that came faster and he was still erect.

As she rocked back and forth on him she glanced up at the EEG monitor; it had recorded her "rape" with precision. There were many spikes where there had been none before. At first she was terrified that the monitor would out her activity, but then she remembered that he always spiked at night; "Wet dreams?", she mused. He was still like a missile inside of her and there was still time. She leaned forward and her nipple brushed his lips; as it did he made a sucking gesture. "Hmm it must be an auto response like that of a baby" she thought , but decided to test her theory. She brought her nipple to his mouth and was surpassed when he drew it in and began sucking. The nipple became erect in his mouth and very sensitive to her. She could feel herself become even more wet and began rocking again as he sucked.

She could feel him grow in her and it felt as if he was responding to her rhythm. She rocked and he sucked she felt another orgasm as it made its presence known in her belly and she felt his cock begin to swell to a point of exploding. It was as if the room was spinning, every nerve in her body responded as he came. It was as if the fluid had been building up for months and someone opened the relief valve. He gushed inside of her with an unbelievable force and she responded in kind. This was unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced it was beyond her control like a flood gate had been opened. It went on forever.

When she finally reentered her body, she removed her nipple from his mouth. She sat on top of him and was aware of two things; the first was that his penis was becoming smaller, the second was that it had been holding back the river in her that was beginning to flow down her thighs and over his waist. She sighed deeply and thought, "All good things, must cum to an end". She slowly dismounted her ride trying to keep the fluids from touching her uniform. Once on the floor she again observed him, his expression was one of peaceful contentment. She took a towel and brought it up between her legs to both dry herself and catch the remaining cum. When she was done she brought it close to her nose and instantly recognized the sweet smell of sex all over it. She looked down at his now flaccid cock and the remaining semen that was trickling out. "Waste not, want not", mom always said." she thought as she picked up his cock and drew it into her mouth. His cum was sweet and familiar.

as she sucked the remnants of his love she took the soapy wash cloth and washed the waste from his hips. When both task were complete she put a fresh gown on him and changed his bed. Before she drew the curtain back she leaned over him once again and brought her mouth (still wet with their love) to his and kissed him. "Thank you", she said and turned to walk away. She had no sooner turned when she heard a familiar voice say, "Now and forever my love". She turned to see her dream materialize before her. His blue eyes shined as he smiled at her. Now that you have awakened me I am your's. All she could do was return to the bed and take him in her arms.

That morning the hospital became a buzz about the miracle that had occurred in the Coma Unit. The doctors were dumbfounded; there was no explanation and nothing the nurse or patient said added any insight. They kept him for three more days under observation. Each night she returned and their passion was expressed in the quiet of his room. On the forth day he was released and to the dismay of the hospital she quit. No one knows what happened to them, they were never seen again.

Posted at 10:51 am by BondageMaster

December 25, 2006   11:30 PM PST
The internet is a remarkable thing.
July 10, 2006   05:48 PM PDT
Powerful and erotic... Like Sleeping Beauty, only nobody's helpless: everyone's an adult and everyone comes, including your readers >;-D~
April 18, 2006   02:28 PM PDT
I love happy endings!

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

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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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When Daddy's Girl is Bad
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Please Don't Hurt Me
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My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
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