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 Lover 1

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She was ready for bed and stood in front of her full length mirror looking at the woman she had become. She faced herself in her flannel nightgown not able to distinguish a figure as it draped off of her breast and hung straight down to her ankles. She looked at her eyes and thought she noticed a line and wanted nothing more than to break the mirror, but that would mean an additional 7 years of bad luck on top of the endless years that she had already experienced. So she shrugged and turned towards her bed; a bed with memories and a history.

She sat on the edge and looked at the headboard and the post on either side and remembered how she had once been bound to them regularly. She laid down on "her" side of the bed and looked over at the empty spot once occupied by the man she loved. This man who filled her with passion, tempted and teased her and ultimately took her to a place beyond anything that she ever imagined. She rolled to her side and stroked the mattress, while trying to remember any of his many scents.

She remembered noticing the subtle changes in his smells and how they affected her. When he came home he smelled of his sweat and the earth and wood he worked with. He'd walk through the door and grab her. No matter the time of day, or what she was involved in; when he came through that door she knew she was his to command and she responded as he desired. First he would pull her into him, thatís when the scent of his sweat would reach her; it wasn't a bad smell, it was like a musk which stimulated and aroused her. He would put his mouth to her full lips and kiss her then gently bite her lower lip. " I want you", he'd whisper in a deep low voice, as if he were making the request in a church. She grinned with that thought for he had made that request in the last pew of a church one night and she had knelt down and taken him with her mouth as if she were taking part in some ancient religious ceremony. That scent was now gone from her bed.

She remembered everything about him. It was as though she had mapped out his body, there wasn't a mole or freckle that escaped her. She loved his body and all of its imperfections and there were imperfections. He had gone bald, but shaved his head and was suddenly a rogue. He wasn't overtly muscular, but was powerful. His body had aged, but in the process he had developed a character and charisma that drew people to him. Young and old they came to him and his demeanor never revealed a flaw, though she knew there were flaws. "A diamond in the rough", she thought; her diamond now gone missing. Why?

There was no explanation, one day he was gone. The love was gone; the house was empty as was her bed. All she could do is weep, until there were no more tears; life as she knew it had ended. A tear rolled down her cheek and fell on the pillow. "That has to be the last one left; I can't possibly spend another night crying", she moaned in a barely audible voice. Her eyes closed and she fell into a very deep sleep.

She was startled to feel the hands reaching under her gown, grasping her calves. She started to scream, but felt one of the hands softly cup her mouth. She tried to open her eyes , but couldn't; it was as if a blindfold had been placed over them, but no blindfold could be felt. "Who are you ?", she asked; the only response was, "be still, I want you." "It's him", she thought, but it couldn't be, he had been gone for over three years. He had just vanished without an explanation or good-bye. "Be still.", the voice again demanded, and she was. It wasn't his voice, but it had the same controlling affect on her; she did not feel threatened as much as she did possessed by her captor.

"What should I do", she whispered, but there was no reply. Instead those hands once again grasped her calves and began an ascent up her legs peeling the flannel nightgown from her body. They rose over her hips and as they did she automatically raised herself up to make the task easier. They continued up her torso and she raise her arms knowing that he wanted it removed completely. Once gone she laid there anticipating her captors next move. He took her hands and placed them as far apart as possible above her head and just under the rail of the head board. "Hold on to it and under no circumstances are you to let go", he commanded and she took hold.

She felt the hands come down on top of her breast. She was sensitive to his touch, for it had been so long since she had felt this control in her life. The hands came down and then cupped her breast and lifted them squeezing to a point of pleasure, but not pain. She felt him lift her breast and then felt the heat from his breath. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck it, his mouth was hot and his teeth were sharp. She could feel the nipple being drawn in between his teeth so that they barely rubbed against it, but rubbed hard enough to make it very sensitive. He sucked for a very long time and when done repeated the process on the other one. When he was done he took them in-between his thumb and fore finger and squeezed as he brought his mouth further down on her.

She continued to hold onto the headboard as ordered though her hands were wet from sweat. She realized that wasn't all that was wet. She could feel the moisture on her thighs as his mouth edged its way over her stomach. She was excited, and terrified, and in the midst of everything realized that she hadn't shaven her pubic hair. He preferred her smooth, but once she realized he was gone she just didn't care anymore; so she laid there with her fears and humiliation as he brought his hands down to part her thighs and still she grasped the head board.

Her legs were brought apart and she could feel his mouth as it licked the sweat from her thighs; they quivered under his touch and tongue. As he made a stroking motion over her pubic hair, she cursed herself for not shaving, but then without saying a word, he brought his mouth down on her. He acted like an animal that was eating for the first time in months. She rolled from side to side as her excitement mounted. Without thinking about it she continued to hold onto the headboard as if her hands were glued there.

She came without asking, but she couldn't help it. Her loins were so sensitized she couldn't control her body anymore. She knew that her cum had excited him and she gave him all that was in her. Just when she thought another climax would kill her she felt him raise up and slowly enter her. His cock filled her, it was neither large nor small; it was as if her pussy was a glove and his cock the perfect hand. When he brought himself down on her she could barely feel the weight of his body. Instead all she felt was the area above his cock as it rubbed against her pubic hair. His cock rose in and out of her rubbing against her already throbbing clit. She could feel her next climax as it swallowed her entire body just as she felt him plunge deep inside of her. She came and could feel her pussy fill with all the love that each had produced. Her eyes rolled back in her head and everything went still. She felt her body react to a light breeze over her nipples. She felt herself jerk in the bed as a blanket touched her thigh. She heard him whisper, "I'll return; ready yourself for me". With that he was gone.

She opened her eyes to see that it was morning. At first she thought it was a dream, but she realized that her nightgown was indeed gone and in the middle of her bed was an oversized stain, still wet; the remnants of the nights activities. Her arms were sore as were her hands as she brought them down from the headboard and touched her tender nipples. She had no idea what had happened, but did know that her body felt as if she had been ravaged by ten men. She left her bed to find her legs weak and wobbly. She entered the shower, and turned on the water. As she began to bathe she closed her eyes and felt his hands on her again. She took the razor from the side of the tub and lathered up her still wet pubic hairs. As she began to shave she could feel his tongue. In fact every time she laid the razor to her body, she felt him. She finished shaving only to realize how aroused she had become.

Slowly she brought the hand held shower massage down on her pussy. She rotated the head to massage and leaned back against the shower wall. Between the pulses of water she allowed her free hand to squeeze at her nipple until she came once again. As much as the sensation was pleasing she knew that she would have to stop. She was already late for work and her body and mind were not focusing on anything but what had occurred and what might occur the next night. That is how her day went,; she was disoriented and almost useless to her co-workers. At one point a woman touched her shoulder and she felt herself become wet. She prayed for the end of the day, she prayed for night and sleep.
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This night she preened before bed. She didn't wear the flannel, but instead wore a sheer short top without panties. She fixed her hair, and put on a little makeup, and sprayed her body lightly with perfume. She saw no flaws in the mirror, only the sensuous being that she was. She went to her freshly made bed and curled the sheets back. She turned off the light and positioned her body in the middle of the bed almost in a sacrificial way with legs spread and arms out stretched. She laid there in the quiet waiting; hearing her heartbeat in the quiet. It was that beating rhythm that finally lulled her to sleep.

The first thing she felt was his hand on her mouth, as she heard him say "Not a word". She felt his hands at her wrist and the head board they were led to. Without a word she grasped it. The air was full of his scent and it intoxicated her. He untied the little tie on her top and the sheer material fell to her sides. She could feel his breath as he closely examined her body looking for that perfect place to begin. With her pubic hair gone his breath seemed very warm against her freshly shaven flesh. As he brought his tongue between her lips she heard him whisper "very nice". The rest of the night was a blur. She rose in the morning to find her bed in disarray. There were fine scratches on her breast, stomach and down the inside of her thighs. The scratches had little beads of dried blood on them. Her thighs ached as she vaguely remembered wrapping them around his waist as he pushed himself deeper into her. There was one more mark on her; a bite mark on her neck. As she examined the small punctures she smiled. She remembered his parting words to her, "Now and forever, my Love. Now and forever"
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December 25, 2006   06:46 PM PST

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I have been both a Master and Dom in the BDSM lifestyle for 40 years. I am currently in Sin City, (Las Vegas, Nevada), but I have plied my art all over the country and yes, the giving of pain and pleasure is an art.

I started this because I thought there might be an interaction between myself and like minded individuals, but found most willing to look and not speak; for this reason I have eliminated the tag board and your ability to comment (Consider yourself gagged).

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

Having written here for over three years, I realized that I wanted this to be the home of My impure thoughts and deeds; I decided to create another home for the menusha that comes to mind. I created Alt-Thinkining for those who have an interest in my political and social side and who might be appauled or offended by My more carnal thoughts (I love My carnal thoughts ).

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I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.

I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.

You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.

We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.

You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.

You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.

What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.

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And From a Submissive Woman

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high... .. for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful. And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.

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

Conjuring Adonis I
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Conjuring Adonis III
Conjuring Adonis IV

Dream Lover I
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Vlad's Lesson Plan
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Vlad's Final Lesson
Vlad's Beginning
Vlad's Resurrection Part 1
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The Libertine of Libby Part 3
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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
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Electra's Story Part 1
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Sunday's Child Part 1

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

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

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

Photo Interpretations
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La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
My Toy
Daddy's Girl
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Edge Play
This Flesh
Not Watching
Tango 2
Inside of You
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
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Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
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Ladies of the Night

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

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