THIS MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER 18.
So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!


~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade


"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself today.....to see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings dissapear.......you are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS







Thursday, March 15, 2007
Educating j

When her Master woke her the next morning it was to service him orally. she had come to appreciate every drop of her Master’s cum as if it were an intoxicant. she worshipped his cock; stroking it with her delicate fingers, rubbing its head and the pre-cum she found there and then taking it deep into her throat. she had learned to take him slowly and use her tongue to massage the meaty mass, without choking. When he had enough of this foreplay, he would wrap his hand around the back of her tiny head and forcefully fuck it until he came and she swallowed. He would then let her drain the remainder from the shaft and have her bathe it. she worshipped his cock, because she truly loved it; regardless of the orifice it filled.

He had her cut a cantaloupe in small squares and prepare strawberries; as he prepared the coffee and when done they sat on the floor at the coffee table. He watched her as she took a strawberry and bit the tip, then opened her mouth to suck the remainder in. Her lips reddened with the strawberry juice as she took another in. “Here try this” he said placing a piece of the cantaloupe between his thumb and forefinger. she leaned in, but instead of shoving it between her parted lip, he rubbed it on them and all around her mouth, then put his to hers. she had never felt her Masters lips on these lips; he had always favored her cunt’s., but this was not an opportunity that she would miss. she sucked his tongue as she had sucked his cock, until he pushed her back. He took the cantaloupe and strawberries and rubbed it over her face and body, and then licked it up as he put the better part of his fist in her cunt. Master had her screaming on the floor, not in pain, but pleasure. her little frame did everything it could to take his hand, but neither his desire or hers would allow the fist in. “I am going to fuck you with this hand, if I have to use every bottle of lube in the house” she wanted to be fucked with that hand and pushed harder, but it wasn’t going to happen.

He decided to take advantage of what he had rather than regret, what he couldn’t have. He withdrew his hand from her wanting cunt and snatched up more fruit. As she laid on the floor legs spread he pushed cantaloupe cubes and crushed strawberries into her; she did not move. When done, he pressed a hand against each thigh and held them apart as he pressed his mouth against his freshly fashioned fruit bowl. she had never experienced anything like this, he was like an animal eating from a trough after a period of hunger. her cum only served to sweeten the fruit and he savored every bite, until all that was left was to lick the bowl.

When done he sat up and finished his coffee; looking down on the poor ravaged j. “you are a treat and I am far from being finished.” He went into the bathroom and in the distance she heard the water being run. she just enjoyed the moment; her cunt stung from his hunger and the juice of the fruit, but her pleasure drowned out the sting. “j come” a command, she had become accustom to. she got up quickly and went to the bathroom, where a hot tub full of bubbles was prepared. “I need to prepare you, for our outing and your next lesson.” he stepped into the tub and laid back; then had her kneel down until his cock parted her lips. The water felt good as it washed away the juice and entered with his cock. she was to grind, rubbing her clit on him as he tortured her nipples. she was begging to climax, but he just continued to twist her nipples and say “No” When he was ready to end the play; he grabbed her ass pushed it up and pulled it down flooding her cunt with the bath water. “Now” he commanded. She felt the flood and responded.

“Thank you Master, you just plunged this cunt” He smiled and while his cock remained in her, bathed her as she did him. Getting up was a bit more difficult, but doable. They finished bathing under a hot shower, dried each other and got dressed. j had not felt anything on her body, but the oversized robe for over 2 months. He had laid out a red top, black pants and platform shoes for her to wear and she wasted no time getting dressed. she didn’t know where they were going, but knew it would be away from the house and she looked forward to seeing the world again. “Master, it is really excited about getting out with you.”

“I can imagine. We are going to Bill’s first; I want him to see how far you’ve come and perhaps plan your next piece. Then I am going to buy you something nice and get you out of your “punk” attire. Then I going to give you to a friend for a week to further your education” The words had no sooner left his lips, than a chill washed over her. He was the Master and she would do as told, but she never thought he would give her to another.

“Sir, has it been bad again, if so please beat it. it serves you and is yours to beat, but please don’t start it with another” she was pleading and the joy of her outing had vanished.

“You are mine not only to beat, but to do with as I please and you will not question my decisions or I will beat you. Now go to the car.” her heart sunk, but she did as told. she remained silent on the trip; except to answer comments or questions. The trip back to Bill’s shop was much like the trip from it, j felt dejected and humiliated. she believed she had learned to be just what her Master wanted, but now he was about to pass her off to another. They reached Bill’s around noon. “Out and quit pouting” she followed behind him like a whipped puppy with its tail between its legs.

“Bill, how’s it going? You remember this don’t you?” The artist looked at j and nodded. “I think I want to have a back piece done, I think a Celtic Sun over its ass. Can you have it ready to put on her in a week….if she survives?”

“Survives? What have you got planned for it?” Bill talked as if j wasn’t even in the room.

“I am taking her to “finishing school” you might say.”

“You don’t mean…..”

“Yes I do mean exactly that” This cryptic conversation was a torture of a different kind and every fear she had, filtered through her mind. Was he giving her to a pimp and what if it was to service vagrants while he watched her service them. j shuddered at the thought of smelly, toothless men touching her in any way.

“I’ll have the tat ready to go; you bring what ever is left of her back and I’ll make her pretty.” Her Master thanked Bill and took j by the arm. Once outside he stopped.

“Do not bring shame on me or my house. you are being given an opportunity to learn on many levels, but the first and foremost thing you must learn is to accept your place. you keep trying to think about what you want and don’t want; I thought by now you would have learned that your wants are not part of your life. Maybe I should take you home and put you in a kennel.”

“No Master, please, I’ll do as told. it will miss being with you though and will feel like a dog in a kennel; regardless of where it is, if you are not there”

“I will be there; to watch” Again thoughts of dirty old men rushed into her mind.

“Whatever you wish Sir, it will do”

“Good then we will both be happy won’t we”

“Yes Sir”

They left the tattoo parlor and drove to a little shop the Master knew. He picked out a shear silk sarong. The color set off her hair and he ordered her into the dressing room to put it on; she was to wear nothing else. When she came out, he had her turn; the sarong hung over her naked body like orange gossamer.

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He paid and they left for whereabouts unknown. The drive lasted for a little over an hour before he turned off the highway onto a very long private drive. The driveway ended at an eight foot gate made of iron bars. Two women in tight black shorts, black tops and boots opened the gate to allow them in. As they drove up the paved circular driveway, they passed a sign that read “All Pets Must Remain On Leashes”

“you will not speak unless spoken to, and will obey as you have been taught” He said, as he attached the leash to the collar he had put around her neck.

“You are expected Sir and your pet is to come with us” one of the women said as she reached for j’s leash.

“These will be two of your trainers, you are to obey them as you would me; if you disobey, you will be punished by them as I would punish you”

j nodded, “Yes Sir, it is now their property to train” she said with eyes cast down. He went into the large house and she disappeared into a barn with the Dommes.

“That is a very pretty sarong; I think I would like to have it” the Domme holding the leash told j.

“It was a gift from Master”

“And now you are going to give it to me” the Domme responded, right before she struck j across the face. “you heard Him, you are ours now and I take what I want and will use you as I want. Now take off that sarong and give it to me.” j did as directed. “Now you are to be presented to Madame, put these on” the Domme demanded, throwing a black evening gown and black stiletto heels down at her feet. j slipped the sarong off as a tear trailed down her cheek. It was the nicest gift anyone had ever given her and made more important because it came from him. she stood before the Domme with nothing on, but her collar, leash and the black pumps. she had not worn heels in a very long time and felt a bit unsteady so the Domme steadied her as she stepped into the dress. “you have a very pleasing cunt, I will want that later to” she said.

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“it is yours Mistress to use as you desire and as Master wishes”

“you are learning already” the Domme said as she ran her finger through j’s cunt while standing. “Now come with me and I will introduce you to Madame”.

The Domme brought her to a formal dining room where her Master and another woman sat eating. she was taken to the woman where she immediately knelt with bowed head. “You have trained her well” the Madame said to j’s Master. “she will be given back to you even better”

“I know, that is why she is here”

The Madame told j’s trainer to take her into the kitchen so that she could be fed and then to the courtyard so that she could say good-bye to her Master. j had hoped her Master would stay, he had said that he would be there “to watch”. When she finished her meal the Domme led her to the courtyard and her Master who was standing just outside of his car. j knelt at his feet and put her head down to his boots. “it will miss you Sir, but it will do as told, so you can be proud of it”

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“I know you will and I will be watching from home. If I feel that you are not behaving as I would like you to, I will contact the Madame and extend your stay. There are camera’s that will be trained on you at all times and the images fed to my computer, so do not believe that I am not watching. Now go, I have a long drive.” He stood her up and said good-bye and then got into his car and drove through the open gate. The Domme led j to the gate and closed it.

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“you are mine now” the Domme said as she led j back to the barn. Once inside she bound j’s wrists and hoisted them above her with a rope over a beam. she dropped the dress and exposed her naked body once again. “I told you that I would want your cunt and now is as good a time as any to take it.” The Domme put her hand down to j’s pussy and began pressing her fingers against j’s clit, massaging it. j knew what she was required to do and was not opposed to pleasing the Domme. she had always enjoyed the feel of a woman, even if she did prefer men. she encouraged the Domme with her mouth and eventually the Domme released her from the ropes.

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“you are a willing little puss aren’t you, but first things first. she had j kneel while she got a straight razor from a locker. “First I will take your hair, you won’t be as cute once you are shaved” j understood; her Master had allowed her to let her hair grow, only so it could be removed. she understood that she had nothing, but that which she was offered and anything given, could be taken away.

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When the Domme was done, j was laid on a blanket and ravaged. the woman fingered her until she was wet and then pressed her fist into her. her Master’s hand had been to large, but this Domme’s hand pressed in with little effort and j responded. “Little puss, you will not cum until I let you” the Domme said, but j already knew the rules. she moaned and closed her eyes as the woman’s hand transported her.

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The Domme knew where j’s mind was and knew that she could hold off cumming only so long; so she closed her fist inside of j and began fist fucking her in earnest. The Domme was right, the intense fisting brought her back to reality and her need to cum grew. j struggled and begged, but the Domme was not going to let her reach climax. “It’s not that easy puss and its not about your pleasure” the Domme said as she removed her hand, “It is about my pleasure; now please me. The Domme laid back and spread her legs while j put her mouth down to the Domme’s open cunt.

j tasted her and found her pussy to be sweet as if she had douched with cookie dough; it made her task that much easier as she licked and sucked harder. The Domme took j’s little head in both hands and pressed her face harder against the wet pussy, “Use you fingers” she demanded and j complied. The Domme began to rub her own breasts and pinch her nipples as j continued to use her tongue and fingers; soon she would reward j for her efforts. “I’m going to flood your mouth my little puss” the woman groaned “and you are going to swallow it all” As she finished her instruction she gushed into j’s open mouth and j swallowed it all as directed. The Domme held j’s head as she continued to have small climaxes and when done said “Good puss”

j had not been allowed to cum and was frustrated when she was led to the place where she would sleep. “May I shower Mistress, so that I won’t offend you in the morning with my smell.” The Domme pointed to a door and told her she had 5 minutes. j disappeared into the bathroom and started the shower at the same time she began rubbing her clit. she laid in the tub and pushed her fingers and then hand into her dilated cunt. The Domme had opened her so it was easy to get her fist in and she was already primed like a rocket ready to explode. As the water washed over her she fisted herself until she climaxed, but there was no time to enjoy the moment as the Domme pounded on the door to tell her she had one minute. she rose, wrapped a towel around her and exited the bathroom.

“Feel better puss?” The mistress led her to the bed. “Sleep, tomorrow you will be displayed” The Domme gave no explanation as she left the room and locked the door. The room was cold and j covered her damp body with the blankets and tried to sleep, but she still felt the need to cum; and began rubbing once again. In a corner of the ceiling a little red light beamed as the camera focused on her bed. The camera’s infrared sensors allowed the viewers to watch as j brought herself to one orgasm after another; until fatigued and satisfied, she fell asleep. “My little puss will pay for that bit of pleasure in the morning; she still has much to learn”

The next morning, the Domme unlocked the door and woke j. “Get up puss and let me inspect you.” j stood at the side of her bed, half asleep. The Domme looked her over and slowly knelt. She looked at j’s thighs and the dry cum on them and then sniffed at her pussy. “It would appear that my little puss disobeyed and came after all” she said as she slapped j’s face.

“No Mistress, it must have had a wet dream” j lied

The Domme slapped her across the face again, “Liar, bend over the bed” j’s face was burning as she faced the bed and bent forward. “My dear sweet puss, I was watching as was your Master; he has told me that you are to be caned and caned you will be” The Domme took a rattan cane and began striking her about the ass and thighs; it was worse than any beating her Master had ever given her and she cried as the welts went from red to purple. When the Domme was done, j’s ass was a mass of welts and almost purple from top to bottom. “You are always being watched, and will respect my commands or the rest of your body will be as beautiful as your pretty ass. Now go was your cum from your thighs and the tears from your eyes.”

“yes Mistress” j said as she went into the bathroom. she ran the shower and felt the water hit her bruised ass. she turned it down to a bearable cold and let it flow onto her ass. When she finished, she toweled off while looking around the room for cameras or peep holes that might conceal a camera. The room seemed to be clean and a safe haven from prying eyes.

j left the bathroom and was led naked on the leash out of her room. They went to the kitchen where she had supper and was given breakfast. “Am I the only one here, who is being trained?” j asked the black serving girl. The girl said nothing as she prepared the meal. The servant went into a pantry and when she emerged passed j a note. At the top “Things We Need to Order” was printed, beneath that the girl had written: There are others, but none eat together and I am not allowed to speak to any of you, please don’t say anything to me, there are cameras and microphones everywhere and the Madame is very strict. j scanned the room and saw a camera in the corner. she ate the note and drank her coffee; unfortunately the communication was witnessed and she never saw that girl again.

It was that encounter that convinced her that she was in a plush prison at the mercy of her guards. From that time on, no matter where she was, she always looked for the camera and was aware of her Master’s eyes being on her. She was forced to service the Dommes and even the Madame, she did so with the same enthusiasm she showed her Master and was rewarded. They tied her, suspended her and poured hot wax on her, but she never complained or said a word. she took every demand and complied, she took every punishment for even the tiniest infraction without a second thought or regret. “your Master will be proud of you” the Domme said. j wanted her Master to be proud, he was her only thought.

“I will survive” she thought. It was the seventh night; the night before her Master would come and she was given the black pumps and dress to wear for a dinner at the Madame’s table. When she arrived the Madame was seated with 5 men.

“This is j, she will be your desert” the Madame said. j’s heart pounded in her chest; she could not refuse and when the time came did not refuse. she took their cocks, fingers and tongues as they fucked and sodomized her through out the night. she came on command and pleased every man i the room until they had no more demands of her. When the men finally finished with her she was led back to her room. she showered and scrubbed her body until the water turned cold.

When she returned to her bed, she crawled under the blankets, looked up at the camera and said, “Good night Master, this slave is yours and always will be; all that I did tonight was for you and I hope I pleased and honored you” It was as if she was offering up a prayer and her Master took note. He had decided to train her in this way and he was pleased with her.

The next morning the Domme entered her room; “your Master is waiting, put this on” the Domme handed her a bundle containing the sarong.

“Thank you Mistress, for everything” j said as she kneeled and kissed the woman’s shoes. the Mistress left the room and never said a word. When she returned j was dressed and offered the leash. The Domme led her to the courtyard and her Master’s car. He stood there as she approached and kneeled at his feet. “Thank you Master, it hopes it has made you proud” she said and then kissed his hand.

He looked down at her and just said “get in” j ran to the other side of the car and slid into the passenger's seat . As he drove through the gate he looked at her and said, “you have learned, but your moments in the bathroom were my gift. I might have had you whipped at any time for your late night behavior” j, bowed her head.

“Thank you Sir, I tried”

“I know” he said as they drove through the gate, "but your cunt all too often takes control of your brain"

"Sir, my cunt only responds to thoughts of you"

"you are incorrigible, but maybe with enough beatings will learn"

"Beat me Sir, and I will try to learn" she said, choking back a giggle

They drove to Bill's shop and the big man led them to the back room. "Is she ready" he asked and the Master nodded. Bill untied the sarong and it fell to the floor, revealing her still bruised ass. "That looks pretty" the artist said as he laid her on the table. j rested her head on her arms and focused on her Master as Bill laid the stencil on the small of her back. The tattoo machine began to hum and she felt the needles pierce her skin as he began the outline.

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

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

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

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

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Dominant

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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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

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And From a Submissive Woman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.


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Shaking the Family Tree Chapter I
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Going Postal
StepfordSlaves
Liberation
The New Year's Party

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

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
Submission
BDSM Website Security
Pain
On Missing Play
Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
Hospital Stories


Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
Lips
My Toy
Waiting
Daddy's Girl
Blossom
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Orgasm
Edge Play
Cocktails
This Flesh
Smoke
Eve
Illusion
Disillusion
Passion
Watching
Not Watching
Intimacy
Tango 2
Inside of You
Dreamscape
Demons
Despair
Spent
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Bound
Ladies of the Night





Bedtime Stories
(Fables)
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)


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Polyfetishist Directory
The Abyss
Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Cruci-fiction
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
PV-Comics
The Ties That Bind
Mistress Matisse's Journal
3xL : Lust, Love & Latex
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