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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







Sunday, July 24, 2005
Dream Lover 2


"Now and forever" the words echoed in his mind. It had happened again. Who was this woman that had entered his mind. He rose to the side of his bed and sat there. He felt as though he hadn't slept all night. His pubic hair was matted around his cock and the faint scent of a woman's perfume lingered in his nostrils. "Now and forever", what a great thought; to share this life with this illusion that had brought him back from near death.

The first time it happened he had been laying in his bed, thinking of a love long lost. He recounted the pleasure he had found in her, with her. She had given herself to him totally and without hesitation. No other woman he had ever known had made him feel his power the way she did. When she died, he died inside. He went through his daily rituals and knew that he would come home to an empty flat. He would eat alone and have a few drinks; finally he would give himself up to sleep. He had reached a point in his life that allowed him to think of death; not as an end, but as a cure for his pain. He had tried to find another, but with each attempt he found himself less enthusiastic about another, until one day he just shut down his emotional and carnal side. It was so much easier just to be and pretend that life was coming to a climax, than pretend the climax he was having with a stranger was satisfying; it wasn't it was just physical.

So it was that when he went to bed that night, his thoughts were nothing more than speculation as to whether he should bother to wake up. He only remembers saying goodnight to his dog, and then slipping away. He felt as if he was flying and when he opened his eyes could see street lights beneath him. He just let it happen as he was drawn through space to a home with a single light on. In some strange an unfathomable manner he had entered a house and stood in a shadow or was part of the shadow. He stood watching a woman in a flannel night gown as she readied herself for bed. He was never real big on night gowns and flannel made this woman look as though she was a spinster. She stood in front of that mirror with her nightgown flowing down from her full breast.

He stayed in the shadows and found himself undressing her with his eyes. He was a voyeur in the corner of the room, but didn't feel ashamed. Instead of shame he felt empowered, "there must be a reason I am here", he thought. When she turned off that light he came up closer to her. He could smell the scent of her soap on her freshly washed body. He brought his nose closer to her hair until he was almost at her throat and then she reached her bed and turned on the side table light. He watched as she entered the bed and laid to one side looking at the other; looking towards him. His eyes followed the curves of her body over her nicely rounded hip and down to the only other flesh he could see, her calves. She whispered something as a tear rolled down her cheek to her pillow; he wanted only to kiss the tear away or at least take it with his tongue. She was hurt and he could feel it, but he couldn't release himself from the shadows.

After lying there fore what seemed an eternity, she rolled and put out the light. She laid on her back with her breast heaving with each sigh until at last she fell asleep. He stood next to the bed in the darkness. He watched her breathing imagining how her breast must look. He saw them as full and imagined her erect nipples waiting for him. She was asleep and he was nothing but part of the shadows of the night. "A dream" , he thought; "its only a dream and its my dream. She is in my dream to please me". With that thought he brought his shadowy being onto the bed and knelt at her feet. He took her ankles in his hands, but then saw her startle. He rushed to cup a hand over the mouth of this vision and whispered, "be still, I want you", at first she moved but again he said "be still". She responded as he willed her to, and asked "what should I do?"; he said nothing. Instead of speaking he once again took hold of her calves and began to bring his hands up her body. He could feel the heat from her flesh and as his hands rubbed against that flesh he could feel her shudder and hear her breathing getting deeper. She raised herself up so that he could remove her gown and then laid back down.

She laid beneath him naked and he wanted her, He took her hands and raised and spread them up to the headboard of her bed. He had no handcuffs or silk scarves; in fact he had noticed he didn't even have a robe or robe sash. "Ill prepared dream", he thought, but as her hands came under the headboard and rail; he said "Hold on to it and under no circumstances are you to let go", he commanded. Her hands opened and closed around the rail at the top of the bed. She laid before him holding the headboard as he commanded and he could sense her arousal. He knelt over her and stared at her breast as they rose and fell with her breath. Her nipples were erect and he was drawn to them. He cupped her breasts in his hands, they were full and he thought of her nursing him. He wanted to feed on her, he gently squeezed and then brought his mouth down on her perfect nipples. As it entered his mouth he heard her sigh. He sucked vigorously as if any minute the flow of her milk would begin. He closed his mouth to allow the nipple to feel the edges of his teeth, but nothing could bring forth her milk. When he was satisfied that his efforts were in vain at that nipple he began with the second.

When he was done her nipples felt almost raw. They had become so sensitive that he knew they were the key to the gate he sought. He brought his mouth down over her stomach and as he did he began to squeeze her nipples between his forefinger and thumb; she cried out, but it wasn't in pain, it was in excitement. She clutched the headboard tighter as his mouth came closer to her pussy. He could smell her scent, and finally see the wetness on her unshaven pelt. He brought his hands down over her body and parted her legs. He felt the sweat and stickiness on her inner thighs and began to lick it, then he brought his mouth down closer to her pussy and exhaled his still hot breath over the tops of her pubic hair. He felt her quiver once again as his mouth parted those wet lips and he began to feed on her. He felt the animal passion and wanted her. She rolled from side to side trying to control her climax but knew she could not. He saw her hands tighten on the headboard as the feeling swelled in her.

She had come without asking and was eager for more, he knew that she was climaxing so rose above her and slid into her wet pussy. He could feel her close around him almost holding his cock. He led her to 3 more climaxes and as she contracted with every release, his own arousal reached its zenith. He knew when he would cum and wanted her to know it too. He felt their fluids combine, just as their soles had. Throughout this dance she had held onto the headboard as told; "good girl" he thought as he felt her body relax under him. He knew she was spent and weak, he leaned down and told her he would return, and wanted her to prepare herself for him. In what seemed like a heart beat he had drawn himself back into the shadows and was gone.

When he awoke that first morning, he could smell her on him and see his matted pubic hair. He had made love to someone but who; he had been somewhere, but where and could he find that place again, whether in a dream or reality. He sat on the edge of his bed and remembered every moment of his night. Unlike a dream its detail down to tastes and smells filled his head. The voyeur experience aroused him. He felt a great power knowing that he could be just feet away and be undetected and when his desire to touch came, he was able to do so without resistance. She was in every way the perfect lover and the perfect submissive. His mind whirled with the possibilities, but could it happen again; would it.

He entered his shower to wash away her scent though he would have preferred to keep it on him like some musty cologne. He stood under the water for a few minutes thinking and then began to lather up his body. He brought the bar of soap across his chest and began lathering the black and gray hair. The hot water on his body felt good as did the bathing process. He brought the bar of soap down and lathered his pubes then put the bar down. He began shampooing the hair around his cock, but in a short while felt himself stiffen. He began to focus not on bathing, but on the body he had had the night before. He imagined her lathered in front of him, facing away. He thought about how he would bring his arms around her and lather her breast while he pulled her into him. He imagined his soapy cock pressing against her and sliding between the cheeks of her ass.

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The image was so real; he closed his eyes and imagined how he would bend her at the waist and have her hold onto the faucets as he slid his cock (once again) into her willing pussy. Although he knew it was his hand, he could swear he was once again in her and continued to stroke until he imagined her cumming and at that moment his cock released its creamy content.

"Christ, I need to stop this; there is a real world out there I must take part in", he said rinsing himself and watching his cum disappear down the drain. He dried himself, dressed, had coffee and left for work; the whole time thinking of her. He pictured her neck and sighed, wanting to be at its nape kissing it. He saw her bare shoulders and wanted to turn her so she could see him. His entire working day became a blur and when a co-worker said "Rough night?"; he just grinned and said "yeah, something like that". He knew it was a story he couldn't tell without being considered perverted or just plain strange.

He grabbed some dinner on the way back home and spent what seemed like an eternity waiting for a reasonable time to retire. He had an itch and as he scratched it, noticed that his nails needed cutting; he had left welts on his arm. Finally it was time for bed, but he was sure he would be unable to sleep. He clicked on the TV and surfed the stations until he came to an old black and white movie. Bella Lugosi was Dracula. He watched, as the count tried to seduce Van Helsing's niece at dinner and then as he returned in a mist to enter her room at night. "Hmmm, I am like the count, able to go where I want and do as I want to the woman I desire without being detected". He noticed how sexual and seductive the count was and began to see this vampire in a new light. It wasn't the blood alone he sought; it was her complete submission and desire. With that thought in mind he dropped into an abyss of sleep.

He found himself back in her room. He stood at the foot of her bed and admired her body with it's sheer black gossamer veil tied lightly at the neck. She was radiant, he needed no light to make out her body as it laid quietly with arms out and legs spread. He could smell her perfume and wanted to be closer. He slowly brought himself over her and cupped his hand over her mouth, "Not a word" he said and she nodded; she was his. He untied the bow at her neck and watched the garment fall to either side of her breasts. She was wearing a black and silver heart which rested in her cleavage. "Thank God it's not a cross", he mused thinking of the movie. He took her hands and raised them once again to the headboard and instinctively she took hold. With his face barely inches above her body he began to assess the delights laying before him. As he did he began to stroke and then deliberately let his nails scratch at her delicate flesh. His mouth was now just above her clit, and her freshly shave pussy revealed her wetness. "Very nice" he said as he brought his mouth down on her parting her labia with his tongue.

He had licked and nibbled and drank her cum for what seemed like hours and then rose to enter her. She brought her legs up and parted them and as he pressed his cock into her she wrapped them around him. She never let go of the headboard she never cried out as the scratches on her body multiplied and she waited until given permission to cum. She was all that he could desire and he wanted her to be his for eternity. He brought his mouth down to her throat at that sensitive spot called the nape, he first kissed it and as she arched her head back to give him even more exposure, he bit her. "She is mine", he thought silently and as he rose up he said "Now and forever my love, now and forever". As he disappeared back into the shadows and his dream he could taste the saltiness of the blood he had drawn and smiled. "Now and forever" he thought, I have found my Love.

Posted at 11:14 am by BondageMaster

Hwyl
December 25, 2006   09:01 PM PST
 
It works. Well written, integrated and hot.
yummitime
April 18, 2006   02:09 PM PDT
 
wowee! Can't wait to read the next one!
btw, i love how you add the pictures in the stories!
Nic
July 25, 2005   06:29 PM PDT
 
funny girl! The story is a fantasy, I wouldn't want to defile it with a picture of reality or should I say it is about a woman's dream lover and I doubt I fill that bill any more. In any case I used a body double :)
Becca
July 25, 2005   05:57 PM PDT
 
Who took that picture of you? I thought you had tattoos...
 

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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 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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