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







Friday, March 02, 2007
j's Seduction


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Sometimes power is like a flame. Sometimes those who are drawn to it are like moths; they dance about it and see how close they can get, until it consumes them. j is drawn to that kind of flame. she taunts it and teases it; until it envelopes her and renders her helpless. j isn’t a casualty of power though, she evolved through it. she grew up the daughter of two professionals, whose work took priority. she never had the same drive in her, that her parents did and could feel their disappointment as she grew up. Sometimes it felt as if humiliation was the closest thing to affection that they ever gave her. They criticized her behavior, her clothing and in some ways her very existence; all she wanted was their acceptance. It never came.

There was one thing that they couldn’t criticize and that was her natural beauty. At under 5 ft, she had a tight little body; it was well sculpted, with firm small breast and a nicely rounded ass. Her head was a blaze of red spiral curls that framed her high cheek bones, green eyes and red lips. Anyone looking into those eyes could read her feelings like a book; every pain and pleasure she felt was reflected in them, as was the emptiness or loneliness that sometimes washed over her.

As maturing adolescent she discovered her body. Though her breasts were small; they felt good when squeezed and her erect, sensitive nipples were hardwired to her pussy. she experienced her first self induced orgasm at 13, as she sat in her room thinking about an older boy at school.

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He was her fantasy lover; though in reality paid her no attention, because he had a girl friend. His girl had developed early on in life and by 14 was a 36D. she had accidentally found them making out one day at school and stood watching as her fantasy fondled another girl’s breast. she continued to watch as he pushed the girl’s jeans and panties down far enough to start fingering her cunt; the girl squirmed under his hand and moaned out loud, “Shut up, or we’ll get caught” the boy said. j stood silent as the girl came,,

“Now suck my cock like I showed you.” , the boy ordered as he released it from his pants. j was now entranced by what she was watching and began to rub her clit as the other girl took the cock into her mouth. j’s own cunt was wet and she felt that same feeling above her mons, that she had felt the first time in her room. she continued to rub as the boy grabbed the back of the girl’s head and began face fucking her until he came and the girl gagged. j felt her own orgasm wash over her and sighed causing the boy to spin around. “Whose there?” he said, but j had bolted trying to escape before being humiliated.

That scene stuck in her head and at night (and sometimes during the day) she would close her eyes and be that girl. she started practicing oral sex on hotdogs and worked her way up to a large banana. Vegetables and banana’s replaced her finger as she spread her legs and inserted them, she lost her hymen to a condom cloaked carrot, she called “Roy”.

her sex life consisted of fantasies until she was 16. she was a sophomore in high school and was liked by everyone, but not really sought after. The schools “Valentine’s Day” dance was approaching and she was working on the decorations in the gym when she heard a voice ask if she needed help. she looked down from her perch on the ladder directly into the eyes of her fantasy lover and almost fell. He stabilized her and apologized as she stepped down from the ladder. He was almost a foot and a half taller than her and she found herself looking up as she thanked him for catching her.

“No problem, it was my fault to begin with. Do I know you?” she shook her head in denial; while wondering whether he had seen her that day three years ago. “What’s your name?”

“Julia, but my friends call me Juls”

“Well Juls, my name is Chase. I’m the varsity basketball captain”, she wasn’t big on sports, but everyone knew who Chase was and she knew a bit more than everyone else.

“I know” she replied.

“So are you a freshman, I don’t remember seeing you around”. she told him she was a sophomore and didn’t party all that much. “Too bad, you’re cute. So are you going to this dance?” she shook her head explaining that she hadn’t been asked. “I’m not going either; these school dances are lame. The guys on the team and I are having a party at my parents’ lake house; would you be interested in a party?” her heart was now beating in her chest so hard that she thought it was going to explode or that he would hear it.

“I don’t drive, so I wouldn’t know how I’d get there”

“I’ll take you, just give me your address and I’ll pick you up around 8 tonight; oh and bring a bathing suit, we have a heated pool.” she gave him her address and watched him walk through the gym doors. she was out of her mind with what had just happened; it was sort of like a fairytale and her Prince had just woke her out of a sexually deprived deep sleep. Not that she was going to have sex with him, or that he would want to have sex with her, but her cunt was wet and ready so she went into the girls room and got-off to the thought of it. her mind wasn’t really on the decorations or the dance when she emerged. she didn’t have to worry about a formal now, just a thong bikini and what to wear to a pool party with the captain of the basketball team.

her parents had left a note saying that they were going to an opening and had left something for her to eat in the refrigerator; food was the last thing on her mind. she went up to her room and found the sheerest, skimpiest thong she owned. she then went into the bathroom and shaved her pussy so no pubes would be seen. she enjoyed shaving; feeling the hot washcloth as it rubbed over her always willing clit. then applying the shave gel and seeing how close she cold get the hairs; she loved the feel of her smooth cunt after it was shaved. she found herself becoming excited again and allowed herself to orgasm at the thought of him rubbing it.

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j was standing on the porch at 8 when Chase arrived. He drove a red Nissan convertible, that everyone at school called “His Sex Machine”. When she got in the car, her smile faded; seated next to Chase was the girl she had watched him with, in the backseat there was another couple. “Everyone, this is Juls. Juls this is everyone” he said and then laughed as if he had just told the greatest joke he knew.

“The girl looked at her and said, “I’m Trish, don’t mind him; “Captain Jerkoff” has been smoking BC bud and has a bit of a buzz going. So he told me, he almost knocked you off a ladder; seems we have something in common, he almost knocked me up. But my parents sprung for an abortion” j was getting way more information than she wanted to know.

“Don’t mind her, she’s on the rag and gets a little bit bitchy when it comes” Chase announced to the occupants of his car, right before Trish punched him. “Watch it bitch, or you’ll get us killed and Jules is too young to die” and then he added “and probably anything else” j felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. she wanted to leap from the car, but knew she couldn’t. Trish tried to apologize for the remark; blaming it on his buzz, but j knew he saw her as a kid and as such off limits.

When they got to the lake house the party was underway. As they walked through the door he told his group that there were “coolers full of beer inside and out by the pool. There’s soda and for the more adventurous something to smoke and a full bar” j was lost and out of her element; she didn’t drink or smoked dope, but didn’t want to appear lame, by “just saying no”. she grabbed a can of beer from one of the coolers and walked through the sea of faces; she recognized some of the girls and most of the guys were known for being on one team or another. she made her way onto the enclosed deck with the indoor heated pool. There were a few people in the pool, but most were sitting around it and either drinking, talking or making out. j found a chair and slipped out of her pants and top. she sat sipping on the beer and staring at the water, wondering why she had been brought. “A fucking charity case, that’s all I am” she finished the beer and slipped into the warm pool.

“How’s the water?” a boy’s voice asked

“Wet”, she replied

“Cute; is it warm or what?” The boy was one of the black basketball players; a guy named Tyrell. her school had actually recruited him from an inner city school to enhance the basketball program. It was a win-win situation, Tyrell and the other black players got a better education and her school got athletes that made the teams win. “Well, is it warm?”

“Yeah come on in, but you might want to change first.” she said, knowing that like her he was a charity case out of his element.

“Ok be back in a sec, you want anything?”

“Sure, bring me another beer; I’m not driving” the first beer (her very first beer) had already had some affect on her and she felt a little less inhibited than she did when she first walked through the door.

Tyrell came back in a pair of shorts carrying a six pack of beer. He was about 6’8” and had a well toned body that was almost ebony in color. His skin contrasted with his bright colored shorts and her pale skin as he handed her a beer. Figured we’d have our own private stash, that way we don’t have to get out” j took the beer and drank a third of the can down. “Whoa girl, slow down the nights young”

“And so am i” she thought.

They sat in the warm water drinking beer and talking about their lives and expectations. Both saw college as a goal, but couldn’t see too far into the future. “I think if I can get an athletic scholarship, I’ll study law. I’d rather be a lawyer than a defendant and a lot of the guys I grew up with have already been down that rode” Tyrell was grateful for the opportunity and told j that sometimes “it was better to take a helping hand, than a hand out” he had earned this opportunity with good grades, aside from being a good athlete.

“You’ve got it together more than me. i just want out of my parents’ house. I want to study art, aside from that i haven’t a clue. You know what?” she asked setting a third empty can on the poolside. “i’ve got to pee real bad and I don’t want to make the pool overflow”

“There’s a bathroom off the bedroom upstairs, I’ll keep your seat wet” he said as he put his hands around her tiny wait and lifted her out.

she turned around and looked down at him, “Cute, thanks for the lift” .

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Tyrell was at eye level with her wet thong which had clung to her freshly shaved pussy exposing its crack in true camel-toe tradition. “See anything you like” she said and then turned for the door leading into the house. He watched her as she walked through the door and felt his cock swell as his eyes followed the tight little ass with the thong riding between its cheeks.

When she entered the house there was a blue haze of smoke in the air. she recognized the smell of pot, even though she had never smoked it; her parents kept a small stash and indulged on occasion. her entry into the room drew some attention and a couple of whoots and whistles, “Camel-toe alert” one guy shouted, causing all the guys to spin in her direction as their dates tried to regain their attention. j was too intoxicated to understand what was going on and was preoccupied with peeing; so she walked through the party and headed upstairs to the bathroom. she closed the door behind her, dropped the thong to the floor and peed longer than she ever had before. she grabbed the thong and pulled it up as she stood; off balance she had to support herself by holding on to the bathroom counter and when she looked into the mirror saw two pink globes where her eyes had been.

“Shit, i think i’m fucked up; no more beer for this girl” she said to herself as she went to exit the bathroom. she turned off the light and headed towards the bedroom door which was lit by a light from the hall.

“You OK” a voice said, startling her. It was Chase the fantasy lover.

“Sure, just a little fucked up is all”

“Better sit and get steady before you hit the stairs, or you might do a header”

“Yeah maybe; yeah OK i’ll sit” she went over and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. “Where’s your date, where Trish?”

“She passed out downstairs. A real party girl that one; I figure this is our last party though, she’s been pushing for a ring and I have too much to do in life to carry that baggage with me.” he told her as he pulled a joint from his shirt pocket and lit it. she watched the glowing ember at the end grow as he took a deep hit and offered it to her. “Go ahead and take a hit” he said as he tried to keep the smoke choked down. she took the joint and sucked a little into her mouth, as he exhaled coughing “You need to inhale, or you won’t feel it. You’ll cough after the first hit, but after that it won’t be so bad” j followed his instructions and sucked the smoke down into her lungs and then started coughing. “Good girl, now again” she took another hit and much to her amazement didn’t react the same.

“Okie dokie, time to get up” she said, but when she stood she fell back to the bed. “I guess i’m not going anyplace for a bit” she said, looking up into Chases blue eyes.

“Why would you want to when you’ve got me” he responded and then he put his hand on the back of her head and guided his mouth to hers. she just let it happen as she parted her lips and felt his tongue against hers. Before she realized it, his other hand was under the skimpy top; pushing it up as the massive hand cupped her tiny breast and played with her nipples. He laid her back on the bed, as his hand slid down over her flat stomach and pushed the thong up. He had left her mouth and now held one of her nipples captive in his mouth as his index finger probed her wet pussy. she had no control over her desires as she felt the finger go deeper into her cunt while she spread her legs. “Good girl; you aren’t as innocent as I thought and your pussy seems to know what to do” He stood and pulled the thong off while pulling her tiny body towards the edge of the bed. He then undid his belt opened his pants and let them drop to his knees as his cock lunged forward.

He lifted her legs up and parted them while holding her ankles. she was small and light and her parted legs opened the way for his cock . He held her almost suspended; as he drove his thick meaty cock into the waiting cunt. The carrots, cucumbers and bananas had served her well as a primer for him. her outstretched hands grabbed the bedspread and her head rocked from side to side as the reality of her fantasy occurred. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, I want your cum” she screamed, not realizing that the door was open and that her voice was carrying down the stairs to the partiers below. He gave her just what she was begging for; he fucked her as she came repeatedly, crying “yes, oh yes fuck me”

He came hard inside of her, just as a finger tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Mind if I cut in” she barely heard the voice and was hardly aware as another hand took Chase’s place at her left ankle. As Chase pulled his cock from her cunt, the next boy stuck his in it and took her right ankle from Chase. The boy began pounding her pussy all over again, she had no idea who he was, only that his cock felt good. “You’re a little slut aren’t you?” the boy said as his cock drove against her cunt harder.

“yes i’m a slut and my cunt is there fore anyone who wants it” j spoke without thinking; she responded to the heat of the moment, but Chase heard her as he exited the bathroom after cleaning up.

“Keep her busy, the party has just begun” Chase told his teammate. He went downstairs and whispered in another guy’s ear and then another. One by one the players entered the bedroom and took their places around the bed. Chase reentered the bedroom and shut the door behind him. As the others watched j being fucked, they opened their pants and took out their already hardening cocks. One boy pressed his against her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it in. she sucked it and she sucked it hard and then the boy came; another player took his place as her hands were brought up to two other players cocks. her mind knew it was real, she was finally serving a purpose she liked. she had gone from virgin to fuck toy in less than an hour.

Each player had his turn at her cunt and mouth, while downstairs their dates schemed. As the players finished with her they returned downstairs and defended their actions saying that she was a “Party Favor” their captain had brought.

It didn’t sit well with their dates, who said that they “wanted a favor too”. As the last player descended the stairs the girls gathered at the base. “Ok, you had yours now we get to play with her”

“What are you going to do, fuck her with a strap-on”, Chase asked.

“Don’t you worry, you boys just stay down here”, one of the girls said. As they ascended the stairs; one of them took Tyrell by the hand. He had stayed out of the room while his teammates took j; now he was being led up the stairs by their dates. There was a buzz in the room below as the door to the bedroom shut. j was still laying in a puddle of cum, when the women and Tyrell entered the room. her mouth made a little sucking motion, much like a baby’s does as it sleeps and thinks about suckling.

Two of the dates approached Tyrell and started placing their hands on him; biting and licking at his flesh as they pulled his shorts down. Trish took off her thong and top and rubbed her body against his as his hands found their way to her breasts, he sucked at her full tits while another nude girl sandwiched him from behind. Trish slowly eased her way down and guided his cock into her mouth; it was thicker and longer than Chase’s and she gagged repeatedly. In the meantime two of the other girls secured j’s wrists by hand as two more raised her legs by the ankles. Trish stopped sucking on the engorged black member and stood up.

“What the fuck is that all about bitch; you get me all worked up and then leave me hanging”

“No I was just fluffing you up, for Jul’s final performance. We have her all prepped for you, but not for sloppy whatever’s. Those boys had her mouth and cunt, we want you to have that tight little cum soaked ass. He looked at j and focused on her tight ass. two girls pulled her cheeks apart and he could see the cum glistening on the closed sphincter .

“Why not, she wanted to party “ He took j’s thighs in his hands; she was so small that his long fingers almost went all the way around them. “Spit on my cock so I don’t tear her up dry fucking her ass” he ordered and the two who had held the cheeks apart, did as told; then one guided the wet cock to its destination as he pressed against the sphincter.

Suddenly j became aware of what was about to happen and began to struggle, but it was to no avail. Tyrell’s large cock pushed its way in and then began to fuck the virgin ass. Soon j quit struggling as her ass began to loosen up. He fucked it until she began to beg for it and then pulled out. “Why’d you stop” Trish demanded.

“Because I want to flip her over, that way she can lick your cunts while I fuck her ass”

Trish looked at the other girls. “Any of you up for that”

j was turned and brought to her knees so that Tyrell could hold her hips as he fucked her ass. Several of the other girls took off their pants or bottoms and one by one laid beneath j, forcing her mouth against their crotch. j resisted at first, but soon started licking. Tyrell enjoyed her ass and began spanking her cheeks as he pounded his cock into it. When he finally came she screamed in both pleasure and pain as she clawed at her female partner’s torso. Tyrell withdrew his cock and said, “Now you’ve got some black in you too” He washed his cock off in the sink and as he left the room said “Thank you, that was sweet, now clean the poor bitch up”

They took j into the bathroom and Trish held her under the shower as the water was turned on. j jumped when she felt the cold shower water on her body. she pressed back against Trish’s wet flesh and then reached back to grab her ass. Trish allowed j to urn while still supporting her, as another girl squirted shower gel on her breast. j began to wash Trish’s breasts with her hands, as the others looked on; soon Trish began washing j. She washed the cum from her face and hair and then slid her hand down and began to thoroughly clean her cunt. “you are a little slut, aren’t you?” Trish asked, as j began to undulate against her finger.

“i guess i am now and here I thought i wouldn’t fit in.” she said and laughed. The others finally got the joke and laughed too.

Over the next ten years j moved away to go to college and study art. she didn’t become famous, but gained some infamy after finding her way into the local BDSM community. she enjoys being objectified and humiliated in public. she rated group sex a 5, but ranked anal as a 1; it seems that Tyrell’s cock made a lasting impression on her tight little ass and it took some time to recover. she also found that she liked being spanked. That night opened her eyes as to who and what she was ( a slut and submissive), but she still hasn’t found out how far her limits can be pushed.

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she had never given up control completely; not even on the night of the gang bang. she (the slut in her) had wanted to be fucked and after the first; the others were easy (except for Tyrell’s attack on her ass). Now she played at submission during scenes, just as she had at the party. she still enjoyed being used by men as well as women, but she always maintained a little control. The greater the power; the more she wanted to challenge and she had seldom been satisfied by those who accepted what was given. she wanted to be controlled, but that meant more than submission, to her a collar meant slavery

“I have a desire to own one such as you” the e-mail said. “I will offer you a contract for one year. In return for your service, you will be taken care of fully; you shall have duties that will satisfy my wants and as rewards will be pierced and marked. Failure to perform your duties will result in punishment. you will wear my collar for the duration of your contract and submit completely in every way for its duration. This will be the last decision you will make for one year if accepted. From the time of its acceptance, I will tell you what to eat, how to dress, and what you may or may not do. As your owner, you will become my property and surrender completely”

The offer had been made; by one that would take her physically, mentally and emotionally to places that she has never been before and allow her to experience things she has never known. she thought about it and tried to find loop holes in the contract that would allow her some manipulation, but there weren’t any. Simply put acceptance meant surrender of her will and mind and any attempt at manipulation meant pain.

she was now 28 and not a child. her education in the life seemed almost remedial. Those that used her, no longer challenged her; it became no more than a game and the play became redundant and tiresome. This Master, on the other hand was offering a contract that would give him total control and would render her his property; to be used 24/7. she would lose her identity in him for the length of his ownership and would be punished severely if she failed in her duties. she was torn by her need for some control and her desire to give it up completely by way of a Faustian contract.

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The Master waited patiently in the airport, as j’s petite little body struggled with her luggage. Once in the car, he took her to a tattooist and had a Celtic J put on her left breast and his mark put on her mons, just above her clit. she tried to focus on anything as the vibration of the needle stimulated her juices. The tattoo artist knew that she was becoming excited and asked the Master if he should stop. “No, it needs to learn to control its cunt; I will punish her later; if she cums without my permission.” j did what she could, but as the last rose was shaded inside the ring of thorns, she lost it and came. The tattoo artist stepped outside the door and closed it. The Master admired his work and then pulled her pants further down revealing the wet spot on her thong. “I tried not to Sir, I swear”

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He took a Kleenex from a box and blotted up, her cum, then pulled the thong back into place. The tattoo artist came in and put a dressing over the two pieces and was paid as j finished dressing. As they walked to his car, he brought his open hand down hard against her ass. “Next time try harder, now you are mine.”

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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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Dominant

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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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

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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)

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Dessert
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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

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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
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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
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Intimacy
Tango 2
Inside of You
Dreamscape
Demons
Despair
Spent
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His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
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Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
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My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
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