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 2

The Face/Head

Of all the men she had known, there was one whose face captivated her. His eyes were almost green and at times were. His smile revealed perfectly white teeth rested between full lips. His nose was so perfect that she often thought it must have been the product of plastic surgery, but he swore it wasn’t. His hair was a dark brown and he wore it long, but styled in a way that made it frame his face in the perfect manner. There was one other aspect of his head that made it the perfect choice; his tongue.


They were together for several months dating off and on. She had discovered that he was not the most loyal lover and was more enchanted with himself than any woman. She had experienced his cock, which will be explained, but it was that fantastic tongue and the things that he could do with it that kept her coming back. There were in fact days that she could not understand how he could control it to talk; it seemed to be longer and thicker than most, but then again that was her perception and was jaded by the climaxes she experienced as a result of it.

Their first meeting had been in a book store. She had gone to the poetry section and he was standing there flipping through the pages of a book by some obscure poet whose name he had mentioned but that she had soon forgot. She could not remember because she had been looking into those brilliant eyes and watching his lips move and paying absolutely no attention to the words coming out of it. He wasn’t very tall, in fact he was a little shorter than her but the fullness of his hair compensated giving the illusion of height. When she had completed her inventory of his exterior, her focus became fixed on what he was saying.

He had talked about the obscure poet and his writing style, and told her that he too aspired to be a writer. He was it seemed pretty taken with himself and his abilities with the written word. When she said, that she too wanted to be a writer, he responded with “Maybe I can help you”. “Grrrrrr”, she thought; “impudent little troll, what nerve”. Then he smiled. “Maybe, he didn’t mean it the way I heard it”, she consoled herself and smiled back. If he was a woman, he would be “beautiful”, but the word handsome seemed somehow not to fit, “He is a beautiful man”, she thought.

He asked her out after that first meeting and she agreed. They would go to a little “Bistro” (as he put it) and get to know each other. The night of the date came and she spent a full 2 hours, picking the right dress, the right nail polish, the right lipstick color and fixing her hair. She would be considered stunning to anyone and when she enter the “Bistro” every male eye followed her, along with several female eyes (that viewed her as either deadly competition or a lovely lesbian tryst). She saw him at a table in the corner with his beautiful nose in a book, she sashayed over to him (accentuating every movement of her hips for the noted on-lookers). When she got to the table he looked up, smiled and said “Hi”, then returned to his book briefly, dog eared the page and stuck it in his tote bag. He looked at her again and said, “have a seat, I think you’ll like this place. I come here all of the time, everyone knows my name”

She sat as he requested, but was a little shaken that every man in the room noticed her (and a few women) while he barely paid any attention at all. Then he smiled and she thought to herself, “I’m being overly sensitive, damn he’s beautiful”. The food at the “Bistro” was good, the drinks and wine even better. As he went on about this and that, she dulled her senses and focused on his face and mouth, which led him to believe that she was mesmerized by what he was saying. Nothing could be further from the truth; she had not heard much of what he had said, but had heard “I” at least a thousand times. She leaned forward and put a finger to his lips and said, “Can we leave, I’d like to go somewhere more private.” He looked at her and his eyes widened as he said “Sure, we can go to my place, its just around the corner.”

There are just times when a persons ability to read minds, becomes apparent. She had sent him a non-verbal message and to her amazement, he shut up long enough to receive it. As she walked out those same eyes followed her and she found herself flirting with each of them. To one she was seductive, to another cute, and to still yet another openly sexual. He led the way out of the door and before she exited, she took a look around the room and smiled. She was surprised at how many smiled back.

When they got to his place, he removed his jacket and scarf and set down his bag. She looked around the apartment and saw books everywhere, an older couch well worn and comfortable looking, a large chair, coffee table. The kitchenette had a counter and a couple of bar stools; on it was a small wine rack with several bottles of red wine. She pointed and asked if she could have a glass; he nodded and suggested a Merlot ( a 2000, to be more precise), she just said “yeah that would be fine”. She asked to use the bathroom and he pointed the way. Once inside, with the door closed she hiked up her form fitting dress, pulled down her lace thong and began to pee. As she peed she tried to make an assessment of how the night was going. In the negative column was the fact he was inattentive, had a major ego, was almost rude, short, and talked way too much. In the positive column, he was beautiful, but like Narcissus consumed with himself (she on the other hand was not Echo and was able to speak the first word)

She re-entered the room and he handed her the wine she had requested. They sat down on the couch, she took a sip and set the glass down on the coffee table. He turned to say something and just as he opened his mouth she kissed him. Her tongue found his and she began to experience the power of it. She placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed. He in turn put his on hers and began running it up until it was fully under her dress and caressing her ass. She brought hers over his lap and felt the bulge beneath., she grasped it through his slacks and began to tighten her grip. They mutually broke for air and he suggested the bedroom. “Thank the Goddesses”, she thought, “I have shut him up”

They went to his bedroom, still touching an kissing. Once there she unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants revealing the boxers below. As he fought to get his pants off over his shoes (and then removed them), he watched as she pulled that form fitting, black dress over her head (it was the first time he actually realized how stunning she was). He sat on the bed and removed his socks, but the boxers still remained (pardon Paul Simon). She stood there in a black lace thong, black stockings with garters and wearing a pair of black patent leather stilettos that tied at the ankles. She stepped out of the shoes, removed the garters and rolled down the stockings. He sat transfixed still in the boxers. Lastly she removed her thong.

Her freshly shaved pussy was already wet and very eager. She moved to the bed and laid back on it, as he turned from the edge. She took his hand and pulled it towards her breast and began kissing him again. His tongue felt larger in her mouth than it had before; so large in fact that it almost gagged her. At that point she began to suck on it as if it were his cock. It did indeed feel much like a cock and was amazing. his hands found her breast and she became even more excited by his touch. As he squeezed and played with her breast she closed her eyes, and gave herself up to the experience. She barely noticed that his mouth was no longer on hers. It was in fact kissing her body as it worked its way down. He kissed her breasts, her nipples, the sides of her body, her stomach and her hips on either side of her pussy.

Finally; with his hands still attached to her breast he let his tongue loose at her pussy. First it acted like a serpents tongue flicking at her clit, making her crazy. Then it began trailing along her labial lips, parting them every now and then. Finally it plunged into her, drinking in her wetness. When that tongue pushed its way into her eyes opened and widened. “Oh my God”, she thought. His tongue was huge in her and he had curled it in such away that it was almost tubular. It seemed at times to be licking, sucking and fucking her all at once. Her clit, body and mind responded as if she was being fucked by a monster that would not release her until every drop of her cum had been taken from her. She let herself go and gave the tongue what it desired over and over again. This went on for hours, until she was totally exhausted. She laid there incapable of movement with her legs spread. It was then that he removed his boxers and revealed the secret.

Though his tongue had been a gift, his cock had been his curse. Measuring just over three inches when aroused and being a mere 1 inch in girth it appeared much like a dog’s cock (and not a very large dog at that). He was erect and she was almost comatose from the tongue lashing; she barely noticed him mount her. He took his cock and brought it into her very wet and worn pussy and began fucking her with very rapid thrust. His little cock did rub against her clit and continued to do so until once again aroused she wrapped her legs around him. His thrust were hard and fast and though not deep had her cumming yet again. Finally he came in an almost spasmodic motion. She could feel his hot cum flood her with a force similar to water through a fire hose nozzle. Once done he backed off of her and put the boxers back on.

“That was amazing”, she said and he just responded “Yeah I know, its a gift”. Little by little Narcissus re-entered his body. The conversation then turned to his sexual prowess and how some women had actually passed out from pleasure. It wasn’t long before she rose and excused herself to the bathroom. After bathing her sore pussy, she returned. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “I need to go now, I work in the morning”. With that she dressed and turned to leave. He took her hand and said, “Would you like to try that again some time.” He was not being romantic, or suggesting dinner; he was suggesting another tryst with “Giganto” the tongue and the miniature fire hose. “Sure, call me”, she said and then left.

There were several more encounters over the months and they were all pretty much the same. It was interesting, and exhausting, but by no means was he her dream lover. There was just one thing, “He was beautiful”. She would use his, head, face and of course tongue. From her last encounter she brought a hair, an eyelash, his toothbrush and the cum his little fire hose spewed forth.


Posted at 01:53 pm by BondageMaster


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And From a Submissive Woman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.

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

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

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

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

Nocturnal Events
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

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

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

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

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

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