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

Friday, January 06, 2006
Raising Bella Donna

They met in an obscure place; so out of the way that family friends and consorts would never find them. He was much her senior, traveled, experienced and direct. He knew from their first correspondence that she was what he desired. She had some experience and knew what to expect from him. He knew of her past and her desires; passions that ignited a flame in him. She was a switch (Domme-submissive) or at least felt she was; but her craving was for control and the delicious pain that he knew how to deliver, mixed with the love and caring he was also capable of. For a long time they exchanged words and postured, but by the time they met both knew what would happen.

There first meeting sealed their bond. He brought her to him and in an out of the way place and made her desires a reality. She had told him that she wanted to be bound and whipped until she bled and then to be taken as he licked the blood from the cuts. He knew how and he knew how far to go so as not to damage his precious one. Once she had satiated her desire and was in a place that few go; he laid her down and took her yet again in a more passionate way building on the experience she had just had. Her orgasms fed him and increased his own passions. They both knew this bond was forever. In that first short encounter she knew her desire was to be his and he knew as he always had that she was and would be everything to him. He brought out a collar of silver and said “I want you to wear this; it is a symbol of your belonging.” She smiled and accepted, but told him at the end of her visit that she would have to remove it. “Then I will give you one that is less obvious to wear; one which only you will know the symbolism of.” Again she smiled, and said “The marks you have placed on me will fade and heal, they are in a place that will never be seen by me, my desire is to wear a mark that will be on me for eternity.”

He laid her on the bed an restrained her wrists and ankles, “Do you want a gag?” he asked, but she shook her head and said, “I want you to hear my cries and know the pleasure you are giving me.” He smiled and knelt over her, kissing her wetted lips. He ran his hand over her body; over her supple breasts and down her stomach to her pussy and then kissed it. His touch excited her, but she knew that what was about to happen would place her in another world.

On her hip he drew a circle and thin sporadic lines off of it. When done the circle looked like a ring of thorns. In the center of the circle he drew two more curving lines that intersected in such a way that the appearance of three equal tear drops was created and again added lines giving the appearance of more thorns. At the end of one line in each tear he made a smaller circle, “These shall be the blossoms my love.” he told her. “Will it hurt?” she asked, “Of course.” he responded. When he had finished he asked if she was ready and though her eyes showed concern, she said, “Yes”. “You must lie perfectly still, or the mark will be ruined.” he told her and she nodded. With that he took what appeared to be a pen in his hand, but there was no point; instead there was a fine wire. When he pressed the button on the side of the pen the wires began to glow red hot.

With the first application of the device she arched her back and stifled a moan. “Be still!” he demanded, “I will try”, “No you WILL or I will stop now, do you understand?” Again she nodded her head. This time as the red hot wires hissed into her flesh, she tensed but did not move.
Though the whole procedure took only 15 minutes she felt as if time had stopped. She heard the repeated hissing as the device was laid to her hip and eventually she felt nothing, but the smell of her burning flesh was made her feel ill.

When he was done, he rubbed the charred flesh with an ointment, and looked at her. Her breasts were heaving up and down accentuating her breathing and there was a stream of tears in the corner of her eyes running down to the mattress. “Are you OK?“ he asked and her response was “Yes because now I am truly yours.”. He released her wrists and ankles and she rose up and put her arms around him as she brought her wet lips to his. “Thank you, my heart is full.” she told him. “My heart has been full since you spoke your first words to me and I knew you were that one I would share a life with.” he told her.

As much as their union was a heaven for each, their separation was a hell. They spoke each night and she told him of the marks healing process. The charred tissue reddened and scabbed. The scab was removed each time until a scar was born. His mark was her light during even her darkest days and their love grew. When he finally secured a position and home for them, they revealed their love to everyone and were reunited.

It was from that moment on, that time and space took on a new relevancy. There was no before him or her; just now. This was the birth of their love. He found a job and a home for them with some land around it. In the barn he created a perfect dungeon, resplendent with chains, pulleys and ropes. On the walls were his whips, floggers, crops, and every other thing required to lay lashes on her body and a smile on her face. He had iron restraints on one wall, remnants of an old prison, a rack and a cross. It was there playroom, kept away from prying eyes. Theirs was a perfect union, but still something was missing; a child.

He wanted to give her a child; he wanted to give her everything. He knew that she wanted legitimacy in their relationship before a child was brought into it and so he did something totally unexpected. He sat her on the edge of their bed; her naked flesh glistening from her bath and then he knelt down on one knee (he had never knelt before anyone) and said, “Will you marry me?” There was no hesitation in her voice; her eyes widened and her smile hurt her cheeks, “Yes, I will marry you. Please stand, my Dom should not be seen kneeling” she told him. “You’re right and no one will ever witness that again.” He rose and laid her back on the bed; he brought his mouth to hers and began to kiss her entire body. When he reached her clit he saw her wetness and knew it was not from the shower.

He disappeared and returned with red silk cord; the cord was doubled and braided into her long black hair so that it extended a good two feet beyond the braid. She was laid down and the cord was tied at the base of the headboard through an eye bolt. Once her head was secured, he secured her wrist with soft leather restraints on either side of the bed; her legs were then spread and her ankles restrained in a similar way. Clover clamps were placed on her nipples and she winced, but never cried out. She was lying before him like a meal before a starving man, and he knew exactly where he would begin feasting. He removed his clothing and returned to her in a black silk robe; in his hand a crop. Her eyes widened as he began spanking her pussy; the crop slapping at it just hard enough to cause arousal, but not pain. The idea of what he was doing and the crops rapid strokes caused her clit to swell with excitement. When he felt that she was ready, he brought his mouth down on her and began sucking on the excited clit and she responded immediately.

As her wetness increased so did his excitement and sucking became licking as if he were an animal trying to savor every drop of some favorite nectar. His fingers entered her willing cunt as she writhed on the bed. With three fingers in her he could feel her g-spot and played with it, without mercy. Her groans were music to his ears, and her taste was delicate. He knew her first climax was near an when it came, it came with a cry as she arched her back pushing against his mouth. She continues to feed him as he removed his wet fingers and brought them to her mouth. She opened her mouth and took them in; sucking her cum from them. Now was the time to have her suck the pre-cum from his cock, so he knelt over her and offered his cock to her mouth. She took it in as if she too had been starving and began sucking the clear sweet fluid from him.

His cock swelled in her mouth and when he withdrew it he kissed her tasting himself on her lips. He eased himself down her body and slid his cock into her. She began moving her hips in a rhythm to his movement. Faster and harder he plunged into her their rhythm increasing in intensity until she stiffened and tightened around him. As his fluids were released into her, the genes of these two lovers came together. Within the hour, their daughter began her journey into life.

Over the next nine months, their play altered to accommodate the changes taking place with in her. As her breast and nipples grew more sensitive; he was more inclined to suck at them, than bind them. Knife play was restricted to her back as were the lashes she received. His world revolved around her and their baby and although his desires were paramount in her eyes; she knew there were limitations. As her belly grew they found positions that gave them both pleasure, and when in the last month no position gave her pleasure; she focused on him. Her mouth would draw him in and his pleasure would feed her.

One the night of the Spring Equinox, during a lightning storm; their daughter was born. They named her Bella Donna. She had her mother’s raven black hair and his green eyes. It was obvious from the time she opened them that she was an enchantress, but as she grew several other things became obvious.

They were very careful not to expose her to anything a little girl shouldn’t see. Their sessions in the barn always occurred after she was down for her nap or after she had gone to sleep. So it was a bit surprising when at three, they found her dolls tied up with string. They asked, “Why did you tie them? And she told them, “They like it and they liked to be spanked too!” Here parents looked at each other and grinned. “Yep she’s mine.” He said. When Bella entered pre-school, her parents were called in to talk with her teacher. “I’m a little concerned about your daughter’s behavior.” the teacher began. “She has somehow convinced several of the boys to do all of her work and to give her anything she asked for.” “She’s mine too” her mother whispered. “And yesterday she tied one of them up while she paraded another around on a leash and dog collar she brought to school. I’m afraid we can’t have her here, because several of the other parents have complained.” They looked at the teacher and knew there was no changing her mind. Thus began Bella’s education.

Bella was home schooled by her parents as were many other children, but for entirely different reasons. She excelled at the basic educational skills (Reading, writing and arithmetic), but she was also given instruction in knot tying, human physiology, and basic psychology. She was their joy, though her social skills (interacting with other children) may have suffered at school; her parent’s friends took delight in watching her exhibitions of bondage on Barbie, and her eloquent humiliation of Ken. When she was 5, she wanted to go trick or treating as “Cat Woman” so her mom made her a little cat woman costume and for the next 10 years the costume though larger was the same; the only difference was her increasing ability to handle the whip and the way she filled it out.

Her parents watched her closely whenever she was around other children and always interceded if she suggested a new game. By the time she was a teen it was apparent that there was another aspect of her education that would need attention. She would need to know more about interactions between boys and girls. Her knowledge of pressure points and nerves to be avoided in knot tying was the only education related to the human body that she had been given. She was aware of the physical differences between males and females, and had watched enough TV and movies to understand that there was a certain chemistry that occurred between them; now it was time to tell her what to expect. Most parents might feel uncomfortable in this situation, but as they sat down it was apparent that they had a plan.

“Bella my love, your mother and I believe you should attend high school this year. This will mean some really big changes for you. It will be as if you have gone to a different country where the customs and language are a bit different. Lets call it Vanilla Land. They know nothing of ropes, or whips and such things should not be talked about because they don’t understand our customs.” her father said. “You will also find out that you are a very special girl. That your beauty, is like a magnet to boys. They will seek you and desire you, but none will be able to impress you. The boys in Vanilla Land don’t have the knowledge you do, so they will try to dominate you in their own inept way. You My love will use this to your advantage and without giving them a thing, will get whatever you desire; but you must be good. When you are older you will understand more, and we will teach you more.”

Bella’s mother then said, “I will tell you all the secrets now, and when you are older, you will understand why we wanted you to wait.” Her mother told her about the difference between sex and love; she explained the changes that her body and mind would go through as she got older. When she was done she brought out a vibrator, and explained its use; at the end of the explanation she said , “No boy will ever make you feel the way this will, though one day a man you meet will. When the time is right, you will know the man, and we will be happy for you.” Her parent’s hugged her, and poor bewildered Bella was left to ponder what she had just heard.

She took the vibe to her room and set it on the night stand. It was a slender flesh colored torpedo shaped toy about six inches long. Her mother had told her that if she put it on her clit and just inside of her that it would pleasure her. What Bella had not been able to tell her mother was that she had been using her finger since she was 12 when she first discovered her clit. She couldn’t imagine any sensation more pleasing; she would discover them though. That night she began rubbing as she lie in her bed, her excitement grew and her climax came. She then applied the vibe as her mother had instructed and went to an entirely new place. Hours later, the batteries died and Bella though disappointed, realized that there was much she didn’t know, but was grateful to her mother for telling her and allowing her the experience. If her mother had been right about this, she knew her parents were right about Vanilla Land and the boys there. Before dropping off to sleep she made two promises to herself; 1. To do as her parents had told her with regard to school, boys and Vanilla Land; and 2. To invest in as many AA batteries as she could afford.

Bella entered the local high school that September. Some of the faces were familiar (kids she played with occasionally), but most were new. She had been tested academically before entering school and was found to be exceptionally bright (something her parents always knew). She was put into an advanced program for gifted students, and excelled, but did not appear to be socially gifted. She had a few girlfriends; girls who were considered outsiders or strange by their peers. She felt they must be new to Vanilla Land too, but never asked. Boys did flock to her as her parents had predicted. They approached her in the halls, on the quad, at lunch and after school. They all tried to impress her with everything from cars, athletic ability, and even gifts. She let them give, but made sure they never got a thing other than a smile in return. Frustrated many gave up, others claimed “first base” had been achieved, but when she slapped them and called them “Liar”, they admitted their lie. She humiliated them with ease, remembering how easy it was with the Ken doll.

Her senior year she was named Valedictorian, and she attended her formal dance (though asked to proms before, she had always declined, finding no interest in the boys who were asking). She had been going to dances and parties for years, but a formal, just never interested her. This one did because it wasn’t at her high school; it was at a yacht club, and the person who had asked her was 10 years her senior (a man, not a boy). At eighteen she was the most stunning woman there in her red satin gown. Her mother had placed a silver collar around her neck and told her, “One day this will be yours.” She had her long flowing hair up and was wearing a pair of red stilettos that wrapped and tied around her ankles. Though she wore some make-up it was very little, her green eyes were accentuated and her full lips were red. Bella had grown up.

Her date that night was a 28y/o lawyer. He had graduated from Harvard Law School, the year she entered high school and was working for a firm that handled high visibility law suits. They had met at the beach. He was with a 24y/o blonde who made a snide remark when she noticed him staring at Bella. Bella heard it and without a moments hesitation approached the blonde. Bella looked her up and down and with an air of indifference said, “Oh I can understand why he’s interested, it’s obvious he’s not interested in vanilla!” The blonde looked as if she had just lost her bikini top, and turned to her date and said “I want to go!” He gave her ten dollars and said, “Call a cab, I’m staying.” The blonde steamed off and he turned his attention to Bella. “You were right, you know. She is very vanilla, but her father is an important client.

When he found out her age, he was a little taken back. She seemed more mature than the woman that had been with him at the beach. She was definitely more attractive; at 5’8’ her body was goddess like. There was always something about Bella that captivated men. None could be sure whether it was her green eyes or the way she looked through them; piercing a man’s defenses and attaching herself to his every thought. Some thought it was her demeanor; she was never coy about asking for the things she wanted/desired, and some strange magic compelled men to want to give those things to her. They gave knowing there would be no reward or hint of gratitude. It had been this way from the time she was born.

He was totally taken with her and wanted to know more about her, but she refused him. “I am not to get involved with boys from Vanilla Land” she told him. “I am waiting for that “One” who is like Me”. “But I am not from Vanilla Land” he responded watching those green eyes take him in. “I have a feeling I am more like you than you think, but if you don’t want to talk I understand” he said as he turned to walk away. His actions confused her; no one had ever said they were “like” her, and no man had ever just turned his back and walked away. “Wait a minute” she said, “lets talk a minute”. “If you’d like.” he said with just a hint of indifference.

They ended up going to a little cafe’ and had coffee. Bella started talking about herself for the first time since she could talk. It was as if someone had set the genie of the lamp free and she glowed with the excitement. He listened and at times asked questions about her, her family and her knowledge of certain aspects of this “Lifestyle”. Each question was an opportunity for her to tell more. Coffee turned into lunch and lunch almost rolled into dinner, but her cell phone rang.
Her father had become concerned and wanted to know where she was. She turned back to the man sitting across the table and blushed for the first time in her life. Bella looked at him for a very long moment and said, “I don’t think I know your name, I feel so embarrassed.” “Don’t be, my name Dion. My father loved Greek mythology and named Me Dionysus, but foresaw problems in school, so just shortened it.” he told her. “Can we talk again?” she asked, and that is when he asked her to the formal. He had been reluctant to go because they were usually attended by the same people he was with on a daily basis; everyone knew everyone else and it was almost incestuous. When she said she would go, he knew this night would be special.

When she got home, she was glowing. “I think I met that man you said I would” she told her parents. Her mother and father looked confused. “You remember when I started school and you told me that I should stay away from the Vanilla Land boys and that I’d meet a man. Well I met him and his name is Dion and he’s a lawyer”. Her parents look of confusion morphed into looks of terror, panic and anger sequentially. “Did he touch you?” her father asked in as calm a voice as he could. “Did he do anything to you?” her mother asked in a voice laden with panic. “No we just talked, or rather I mostly talked and he mostly listened; it was great and then he asked me to a formal dance at the yacht club...and I said yes” she told them her “great” news with an enthusiasm they had never experienced in her and expected them to be as thrilled as she was, but they’re looks showed anything but joy.

What followed was an interrogation, “You said this “man” is a lawyer, how old is he? Where is he from? How did he approach you? Does he know how old you are? Is he insane” Are you insane, he’s ten years older than you?” the questions flew from her fathers lips. She recounted the days events and the conversation and every detail she could remember and the she looked her father straight in the eye and said “and you are over 20 years older than mom”. He looked like he had just been shocked; his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He realized two things in that one second; first his daughter was right and his hypocrisy was evident, and second Bella had grown up. “I want to meet him first. Call him and invite him here for dinner this weekend; I’ll give you My answer then.” and with that her father went out to the barn. Her mother searched Bella’s face and knew that her daughter had indeed met “The” man. “I will talk to your father and try to quiet him. I’ll see if I can’t make him come around.” her mother said and then followed her husband to the barn.

She found him in the “play room” with a crop in his hand and he was slapping it up against his leg. “I can think of a better way of using that” she said. She stepped in front of him and dropped the dress she was wearing. His eyes gazed on her, she was as beautiful now as she was when he first saw her. Her breasts mesmerized him; no matter how many times he saw them, sucked on them, fondled them or whipped them they were always new and beautiful to him. He approached her and pinched a nipple. “You are bad” he told her and given the events of today I need to punish someone. “Please let it be me, I want to feel your sting on my flesh” He took her to the wall of the barn where restraints had been mounted and secured her facing the wall. He looked at her back which bore marks from previous encounters and rubbed his hand over them. “You are beautiful, My love” he whispered in her ear as he reached around and gently fondled her breast. He felt her nipple firm at his touch and then he stepped back and applied the crop to her ass. The welts and redness soon covered her nicely rounded ass and in a few spots purple line appeared indicating that the tissue below was bleeding. She took every stroke and never uttered a word. He dropped the crop and picked up a single tail. He began laying lashes across her back with much of the same results the crop had delivered.

He approached her, released her and turned her to face him. Tears welled in her eyes as he looked at her; he kissed her eyes and tasted her tears. She took his hand and led him to the throne-like chair that sat next to the door and loosened his belt allowing his pants to fall to his feet. She sat him down and then kneeled between his legs. She grasped his cock in her hand and looked up into his eyes as if asking permission with hers. He nodded and she drew his cock into her mouth. She brought him close on several occasions and then slowed so as to prolong the experience. When she knew that her play was making him impatient, she began again. This time she knew that he would cum and at that moment she removed her mouth so that his cum would wash across her face. He watched as the creamy fluid first flew out and rested on her mouth and the side of her nose; then she milked his cock and the remainder drizzled down its shaft. She then brought her mouth down on him taking all she could from the inside and out into her mouth. He raised her head and brought his mouth to her cum dripping lips and kissed her. He brought her to her feet and took a crop to spread her legs. He could see her wetness and parted lips. he brought the crop up her thighs and began rubbing it back and forth just inside her lips. The crops braided surface rubbed against her clit making it swell and as he rubbed she closed her eyes and pressed against it. She wanted more and he knew. He rose to his feet and kicked of the pants, then he laid her on the rack so that her pussy was just on the edge. He began licking her and as he did he felt his cock respond. She felt his fingers probe as he sucked and licked and her excitement grew until her climax was not to be controlled, but she asked anyway “May I cum” and as the word “yes left his mouth he felt her release in his mouth. He continued to drink her in as she rocked her hips against his mouth and then he stood and stuck his freshly firmed cock into her highly sensitized cunt. When they returned to the house Bella was waiting. “I will let you go, but first I want to meet him. Your mother presents a very compelling argument” he told her in a much calmer voice.

Dion arrived at the house driving a black Jaguar convertible; he was wearing a black and gray herringbone coat, black trousers and a black turtle neck tee shirt and was carrying a bottle of wine. He was greeted at the door by Bella in a red silk oriental dress, “I hope you like Chinese.” she said, “you look great” he said but she laughed, “Not me; Chinese food!”. She directed him through the house and into the kitchen to meet her mother, who was hard at work and had every burner on the stove going and some things in the oven. “Mom, this is Dionysus Slayers, but you may call him Dion” Bella announced. “I wish you would” he said while setting the bottle on the table. “Well Dion its nice meeting you. Bella caught us off guard when she told us about you, we had quite a discussion last night and her father was a bit upset. Luckily I know how to calm him” she said with down cast eyes and a sheepish grin. “Yes she does” her husband announced, “but I still managed to get My licks in and point made.” He too grinned leaving Bella and Dion confused about the joke. Her father looked at Dion as if he was an art object, studying every detail as he extended his hand. Dion had a firm handshake and a muscular hand. While dinner was cooking Bella’s father said, “Why don’t you open that bottle and you and I can go talk?” As Dion was opening the bottle Bella’s mother whispered in her husbands ear “Be nice, or you will get “no” desert. If you get my drift.” Her husband turned smiling ear to ear and said “I’m always nice”. With that the two men went into the living room, leaving Bella and her mother to cook.

“What did My daughter tell you?” The question was direct and to the point. “She told me that she had been home schooled and that her education included many things not normally taught. She said she hadn’t dated in school because the boys were “vanilla”” At that point her father asked, “And you know what is meant by “vanilla” do you.” “Yes Sir I do. About two years ago, My firm represented a man who was trying to get out of a rather questionable contract. The man was an elected official and the case had the potential of ruining him. He told us he had entered into a contract with a Dominatrix and had agreed to serve her for a year.

The Domme was also a high profile person at the state capitol. While he was more interested in serving her, she apparently wanted his love; which he did not want to give so he wanted out of the contract. She hired an attorney and was suing him for breech of contract. I was assigned the task of finding out more about the Lifestyle he was involved in and about M/s contracts. I contacted a Domme who agreed to talk to me. In the course of the conversation I became curious about exactly what it was she did. The case was withdrawn when we confronted his Domme and told her that the contract could not be enforced because it constituted involuntary servitude or “slavery”. My case was over, but my curiosity was heightened. The Domme recommended several books; The Hell With the Roses, Send Me the Thorns, BDSM 101, and The Gentle Dom . As I began reading, I began understanding more about myself and those around me. I guess I would describe myself as a “Switch”. I enjoy being in a position of power, but every now and then its nice to let it go.” Bella’s father listened and was impressed with his honesty and openness.

“You are pretty wise for one so young, but you have to understand that Bella has never been in any kind of real relationship so even though mature beyond her years, she is still vulnerable. I would hate to see her hurt.” Bella’s father was also honest and direct. “If I let her go with you to this dance I will expect her home intact, do you understand what I am saying” The young man nodded, “Yes Sir”. “Good let’s go share this wine with the ladies” and with that Dion was accepted.

The dance was their first date, her graduation their second. Teachers and students alike were blown away by this couple. The old ladies gossiped and the young boys watched her date with envious eyes. One teacher questioned the legality of the relationship and was given a short law lesson by Dion. Bella as Valedictorian was the first to give a graduation speech. It was entitled, “Submitting to an Education, Taught by Inferior Intellects”. She had worked on it for a week. She basically whipped the entire faculty with her words. The students applauded while the parents and faculty gasped. Her parents looked at each other and smiled, “Thank God that’s over, her father said, while to his left Dion was standing, applauding and shouting “Bravo!!!” . He admitted he was her biggest fan. They left the stadium after the graduation. When they were leaving they found a note that read “cradle robber”. Bella recognized the writing as belonging to her math teacher. “Which one is he?” Dion asked. She pointed to a shorter, older, balding man; he was getting into an older green Lincoln. Dion turned the note over and took out a pen. A minute later he approached the Lincoln. The man on the inside looked both frightened and broken. Dion raised a windshield wiper and slid the note beneath. The driver was staring at one word; “JEALOUS”. She witnessed this and knew he was indeed the one her mother had spoke of.

They dated for the entire summer as she prepared to go to college. She was always returned intact, though Dion often had rope burns on his wrists and arms. Dion came to dinner about a week before she was to enter college, he asked her father if they could talk and they went into the living room. “I love Bella and she loves me, and I would like your consent to marry her. I know there’s an age difference, but less than that between your wife and you. I have honored your request and returned her home as she left, but we really do desire each other” His speech was greeted with a smile. “My daughter can also present quite a compelling argument. She has been at me for the last week . Yes you have my consent and her student loans” her father said. “Oh their will be no loans, I have quite an inheritance in the bank and there’s the income from my practice.” Her father was a very happy man.

The wedding was a private affair, the minister was a lifestyle friend. They exchanged rings and written vows. When they kissed it was sealed. Bella turned to her mother and her mother said “Here, this is yours now” and handed her the silver collar her husband had placed around her neck. Bella smiled and turned to Dion; she placed it around his neck and said, “We’ll share it, but you are definitely going to be on the bottom tonight.” Everyone applauded as they got in the Jag and drove off. On the rear was a sign that read “Just Bound”. Dion found a small box in his pocket with a note; the note read “Welcome to the family, this is your key to the playroom, until yours is completed”

Posted at 03:04 pm by BondageMaster

How did I miss this posting???
January 11, 2006   12:15 PM PST
The first couple of paragraphs were oddly familar nonetheless...

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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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"For women the best aphrodisiacs are words,
The G-spot is in the ears"~Isabel Allende

Things I Had To Hide
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Long Stories


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

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

Dream Lover I
Dream Lover II
Dream Lover III

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

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

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

The Photo Shoot Part 1
The Photo Shoot Part 2

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

Sunday's Child Part 1

Short Stories
(For those seeking immediate gratification)

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The Book
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
Nocturnal Emissions
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

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

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

Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
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
(very little rhymes)

Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Ladies of the Night

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

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(Warning some of these photos may offend, even people with twisted minds)


(They May Spank You For Viewing)

Married Man's Fucktoy
Now Tease Me
Incubus Dreams
Peep Show Stories
Annie's Spanking Good Blog
Vue du dedans
Dee Reawakening
Polyfetishist Directory
The Abyss
Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
The Ties That Bind
Mistress Matisse's Journal
3xL : Lust, Love & Latex
Sensual Liberation Army
News For Perverts
The Spanking Blog
Art Of Love
Spanking Art
Pillow Book

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