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

Saturday, July 30, 2005
Conjuring Adonis Part 4

The Conjuring

On the flight back her mind was wired. It was as if every cell of her body was awake; some stinging from the scratches he had left her with others tingling as much in reflection as they had in anticipation. She sat in her seat and squirmed as she thought of Chastity and the Master. She remembered the intoxicating taste of the virgin and closed her eyes and saw her de-flowering. She realized that she was excited and knew that she would have to relieve herself. Tightened security at the airport had limited the items she brought with her. In the past she had been embarrassed as baggage inspectors had searched her luggage and exposed sex toys, so she chose to leave it all at home. Now she wished that she had at least brought her key chain vibrator, but alas she knew it was sitting on her dresser.

The "Fasten Your Seat belt" sign was off, so she got up and walked to the lavatory. She went in and pushed the slide that made the sign light and read "occupied". She raised her dress, pulled down her thong and sat on the toilet with her legs propped against the wall on either side of the door. With eyes closed she reached down with her right hand and brought her index finger to her already wet pussy. She let it ride the ridge of her labia up and down and eventually brought it up inside the wet slit to her clit. With eyes closed she imagined the Master standing before her smiling and as he watched she slowly began to rub her sensitive clit in a slow circular manner. Her body responded to the image and her touch and she grew wetter. As if guided by his hand she let her fingers ease down into her pussy while rubbing her clit with her thumb. He was still in her and she knew it, but it was the lover that she would share eternity with that she wanted in her. As her passion grew to a crescendo and she felt herself cum she thought this is for both of you. After experiencing the “petite morte” she became aware of the knocking at the door. “Yes” she said, “Are you all right” came the response. “Yes”, she said again as she straightened herself up and washed her hands. When she emerged, she saw three business men all smiling, and leaning against the bulkhead. “We wondered if you needed help” the first one said as the others nodded. “No, I handled it myself” she said with a smirk, as she walked by the trio. “I’ll bet you did.”, replied the volunteer. She returned to her seat and ordered a drink; once it was gone she sat back, closed her eyes and slept.

“We are now approaching Charlotte, please bring your seats to an upright position and fasten your seat belts for landing”, the voice said over the intercom. The messaged was follow by the sign lighting and the “ding” associated with it. “Its been a pleasure having you fly with us...” the voice trailed off as she thought of her escape in the lavatory. “The pleasure was mine, but no membership in the mile high club will be offered I’m afraid; maybe next time”, she thought. She grabbed a cab and went straight to her flat. It was a modest apartment over her shop/studio/workshop. She bathed and took the items that he had given her down to the shop. She opened the refrigerator and placed his seed, the tears and blood in little vials marked “Mind, Spirit, Passion” and added the word “Love” to each. She grabbed a book of spells and incantations and went back upstairs. She crawled into her bed and petted her cat/familiar and began reading about spells to summon a spirit. She was looking for a spell to “create” a spirit, not summon one. She read about incantations and love spells and while reading fell asleep.

Whether it happened in minutes or hours was lost to her, but at some time after falling asleep the Goddess came. Whether it happened in her dream or in reality is unclear, but she was led back downstairs by Aphrodite and was told to gather the things she had collected. She brought everything out of the refrigerator and placed it on her work table. A small lamb was tethered to the leg of the table and a knife, large mortar and pestle sat on it. The Goddess had her take all the solids (i.e. Head/face’s toothbrush) and get to the essentials (in that case the bristles). The vials containing the seed of the three were on the table and Aphrodite watched as they were poured into the mortar. The seed of the Face and Body drew no reaction, but when the Master’s seed was opened she sensed the presence of Dionysos (her own lover who fathered Priapos) and she felt the desire held in the vial. After the seed came the sweat she had gathered from the “Body” and the tears and sweat that had been gathered from her. The “Body’s” pubic hair and the “Face’s” eyelash and hair also went in. The Goddess told her the lamb was a virgin and needed to be sacrificed and bled in a ritual manner. The blood was then to be added to the mix, with the pedals of a red rose. The Sorceress knelt down next to the tiny lamb and started stroking its head, soon the lamb relaxed and laid down; the knife (one used for boning) was at the tables edge. She reached up slowly and looked at Aphrodite, took the knife and brought it down under the lambs neck. In a single determined move she cut the lambs throat releasing the virginal blood into a bowl.

The bowl was brought to the table and the blood of the lamb was joined with the remainder of the ingredients. The rose pedals were dropped in and the mixture stirred as candles burned and the smell of the burning Wormroot, Jasmine and Valerian filled the air. The Goddess lead the Sorceress to a couch in the corner of the room and laid her down on it. She was overcome by the scents and scenes of the last 30 hours and fell into a deep sleep. Now possibly in a dream within a dream, she found herself before the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus. Aphrodite brought her forward and spoke on her behalf. “This mortal woman has asked that I help her find her true love. She has (as asked ) gathered the necessary components and they are brewing now, but only the God’s can give life to what mortals create, so I ask on her behalf that her wish be granted.”. The Gods looked to Zeus and Athene, both of whom had experience Aphrodite’s trickery in the past and knew that this Goddess seldom gave without getting. Dionysos spoke in favor of the request (without mentioning his role in it), “She has come to us for the sake of Love and has made a sacrifice for it, what more would Zeus ask?”, he said. Zeus looked at her and had her stand before him (Zeus was not unfamiliar with mortal women and their desires as he had taken many for his lovers). He asked the woman what she would give up for the love of her life and she responded, “Anything”. Hearing this, the God smiled.

The Sorceress was made to strip and stand before the Gods as the Goddesses watched. “She has declared her love, and said that she would give “anything” in order to have the one she wants. It is My decree that once the God’s have been satisfied by her, then her love will bare fruit.” Having said this the Sorceress was laid on a reclining couch in such a manner that her feet rested on the floor on either side while her torso rested on the bed. Her arms were raised above her head (as Dionysos had placed them before) and tied with a rope made of braided gold. Centaurs stood on either side of the bed with braided gold ropes that were tied to her thighs to hold them apart. The Sorceress watched as the God’s lined up in order of importance for their turn at her. At the front of the line was Zeus.

Zeus motioned to the Centaurs and the half horse/half man creatures stepped back pulling her thighs apart and upward until her bare pussy and ass were raised off the couch . He opened his robe and exposed his monstrous cock; he was erect and larger than any man she had known. She was at once terrified and aroused by the idea that she would be had by all of the Gods and her arousal made her wet. The scent of her wetness aroused the god’s as male animals would be aroused by females in heat. The energy on Olympus created a lightning storm below as Zeus pushed his cock into her.

She felt it push its way in and felt as if she was going to be torn in two. She felt him go deep inside her and felt her pussy accept him. He hit her G-spot and began fucking her like she had never been fucked before. She felt her orgasm as it built inside of her and tried to control it, “Zeus my God, may I cum” she cried out , but the God said “No”. He pounded her harder and faster watching her writhe in her bonds and again she pleaded “Please great Zeus!” and the God said “No”. Though she could not cum, she became wetter, until the fluid dripped from her leg and onto the floor. Zeus was getting to the point of his own climax and kept her on edge until just before. “Now” he commanded and she needed no other word as her body shook and turned with pleasure and she came and came. The fluid poured forth and as it did with a mighty stroke the God released himself in her. Her body rose off the couch with his release; she could feel his cum fill (at first) her pussy and then it felt as if it filled her veins going to every extremity and organ in her. Zeus having had his way with her stood and backed away. In front of her stood a line of male forms in a variety of sizes and shapes; aging from boys to old men stood every God from Achelous (Achilles) to Zagreus ( Zephyros) the God of animals and hunting. Each in turn had her as they desired; she took some orally and some anally, the others bathed their cocks in her pussy. Her orgasms sent her to another place and kept coming until that was all she knew. Like Eos she was cursed with the desire for sex and the God’s were taking that desire to new heights.

When the God’s had finished with her, Zeus looked at her helpless body still climaxing on the couch. He again motioned to the Centaurs who had stood silently aroused as the processional orgy had occurred. As a reward for their service he offered them the quaking mortal female. The two creatures positioned themselves one at the head and one at the foot of the couch. As the Gods and Goddesses watched their cocks were exposed (like horses) dropping close to the ground. With their hands, the beast brought their giant organs to her mouth and pussy simultaneously and began to fuck her. Though in a state of total sexual oblivion, she felt the massive cocks and responded. These creatures took her savagely and when at last they came it was as if their cum was a river and she was caught in it. She fought against the vortex she was caught in as long as she could and then just gave in.

She heard birds singing, and could feel the daylight on her eyelids. There was the strong scent of roses which filled her nostrils as she laid there. Her head was still swimming in that river as she saw Olympus fading in her mind’s eye. “A dream”, she thought as she began to stir. Her body ached and she thought “Must be from sleeping in the wrong position”, but her loins ached more and there was no explanation for that. As she laid there smelling the roses and listening to the birds she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice. “Darling, are you awake” came the words. It was the master’s voice, but it wasn’t. She opened her eyes to the most beautiful face she had ever seen. He stood there in tight Levi’s and shirtless looking down on her. “You were very good last night Love, shall we go out for breakfast?” , he said. She was at a loss for words for there in front of her was everything she desired in a man and he was hers. With some difficulty she sat up. She rubbed her wrists and saw the impressions of ropes still there. Her head swam in and out of the dream/reality as it unfolded. As she sat there he approached with a cup of Green tea and handed it to her. Her head was bowed as she took the cup and he patted her on it. She lifted her eyes and saw a cowboy belt buckle resting just below a well developed abdomen. Across the buckle she read “Dion” and smiled. He had become real, this lover/god of hers. The God’s had surely granted her request.

She rose up and set her cup down. She lifted her arms up and places them around his neck. She brought her lips to his and began to kiss him as his tongue slid past her lips into her waiting mouth. It was full and she felt its hunger in the passion of the kiss. She sat back down pulling him down with her still locked in the kiss. As she laid back, she spread her legs and his mouth was instinctively brought to her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her labia and then with a force like that of a cock, brought it down in her. He ate her and drank her cum as her orgasms increased in strength. While she laid there with her eyes closed he rose and removed his pants. His cock seemed to be like a divining rod seeking out water as it found her pussy and sunk into her. He brought it in and out rhythmically and she wrapped herself around him and just let go. Her orgasms seemed as if they would never end, and he had no intention of ending them. With each she cried out “My God, My God” and he responded, “My love, My love”. The rhythm built to a crescendo and at the height of it they both came one last time. Her eyes rolled in her head as the visions pushed through her mind. “He is my God, my lover, my everything and I am his”, she thought and as if in response to her thoughts he responded, “You are mine and I am yours my love”.

They rose from the couch and went to shower, “Well My Love, shall we have eat out or in”, he said and smiled. She just smiled back and hugged him, feeling his love inside her.


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On Olympus the God’s smiled down on the lovers. The Goddesses however were not as pleased. They had watched as each God ravaged the Sorceress and saw the pleasure she had received. Now they watch this mortal female enjoying a man comparable to any God and their jealousy was evident. Aphrodite knew that Dionysos was a part of this man and since he had been her lover in the past, she determined that she would have him again.

Persephone had watched as well and was aware of Aphrodite’s plan. Persephone visited the Sorceress in her dream that night and reminded her of her warning “Beware Aphrodite’s sorrow”. “Why do you say this?”, the Sorceress asked. “You are in love and your love and desire own you. Such was the case with Aphrodite and Adonis. She was possessed by his love and wanted nothing else, when the boar mortally wounded him, a part of her died as well. His blood became the seed of the Rose; the rose she had you add to the mixture. She has said that he is part Dionysos but he is also part Adonis and both were her lovers; she would take him from you” , the Goddess explained. “What can I do?” the Sorceress asked and was told “Nothing”. When she awoke, she looked down on her sleeping lover; he was in fact like an Adonis and she knew why the Goddess desired him. She felt her happiness wane as the realization that the Goddess would have him engulfed her. She took the knife that she had used on the lamb from the table and looked down at her sleeping lover. She was about to cut into her wrist when she heard his voice, “Stop. Not even a goddess can take me from the woman I love and you are that woman. As I am your God, you are My Goddess”. Aphrodite heard his pledge and knew that she would fail in her quest; she went back to Olympus and to her husband and never returned to the Sorceress.


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

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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
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I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
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Red Rain
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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
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Her Halloween Date
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Life's Little Ironies
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My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
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Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
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Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
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This Flesh
Not Watching
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Inside of You
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His Flower
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