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 1

This story has like the subject, taken on a life of its own. Written for one who was searching for that perfect man, but I guess every woman is looking for the perfect man. ... The Demented Dom

It was becoming clear to her that no mere mortal would ever satisfy her needs and desires. She had given herself to men and boys in hopes of finding that one who could complete her magic and had only found frustration as a final reward. Yes she had achieved the physical satisfaction that came with good sex, but on every other level her lovers had fallen short. Their flesh was all they could provide; unfortunately their minds and spirits proved to be much less stimulating than their cocks.

She had been studying the old ways since she was a young girl. A prodigy in alchemy and herbal medicine she had been creating talismans and potions for years. Many knew of her gift and many sought her council in all manners including love, but never had she considered using her magic to resolve her own needs. At 26 she was a thing of beauty; a shapely body with supple breasts and a captivating face. She had an energy that drew likened spirits to her as well as amorous men, but it had not drawn that one she desired, wanted, needed to balance her life.

To find the one she sought she knew she would have to have the aid of a higher power or powers and so turned to her Goddesses, Aphrodite and Persephone. The Goddesses were called upon to guide her and instruct her as to how and where the man of her dreams might be found. That night she slept and as if in a dream was visited by Aphrodite. "I am the Goddess of love and have heard your cries. Women have been cursed since creation, with the pain of love. Your bodies harbor the future of the world and when that future is given life it tears itself from you causing even more pain. Daughter you have always respected the earth and the Gods and should be granted this one wish, but to realize it there are task that must be completed."

As she slept, Aphrodite said," Daughter, you have tasted the flesh of many. You have experienced pain and pleasure at the hands of mortal men, but only because there was at least one desirable quality you found in each. To have the one you want, you must extract those qualities from those you have known. You must revisit those lovers that you found some hope in; while with them you must harvest both a segment or them and their seed. I know that this task may be painful, but it is only through pain that love is born." What do you mean?" the conjurer asked. " I mean you must go back and lay with each. If his smile tempted you, find something that has touched his lips; if it was the look in his eyes then an eyelash should be found. You must also bring a bit of the seed they would plant in you back to produce the desired One", Aphrodite responded. Once these words were spoken the Goddess disappeared.

The Conjurer knew it would be a painful task for those she had shared herself with had either toyed with her, or had been used to satisfy her need. To go back and re-experience them had never been part of her life's plan, but the Goddess had been exact in what she must do and she would obey her. She made a list of those that she had been with and then highlighted the ones she had fallen in love with. Next she listed that one attribute that had made them stand out. She had no intent of just knocking on their doors and saying, "excuse me I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop in for a piece of you and a cup of cum." No she had to have a plan that would get her in and out with as little drama as possible. She laid down on her bed, looking at the names, remembering the men and smiled; the list dropped from her hand and she soon was in a deep sleep.

It wasn't long before another visitation occurred; this time it was Persephone's voice that she heard. "Sister, as you search for the one you would love be careful. Love is a narcotic that is hard to control. Do not become owned by that which you would own, remember poor Aphrodite's sorrow.", her message complete, Persephone vanishes. When the conjurer awoke she remembered the visitation and the words, but paid less attention to them than the task Aphrodite had given her.

Her list was complete as was her plan her plan. She had marked the list to indicate those that she had simply enjoyed for her own pleasure and those who she had loved and been hurt by. Next to each name was the reason that she had chosen to be with them (their eyes, face, hair, body type, height, wit, charisma, charm, sensitivity, and even sexual prowess). She knew that she could approach those she had desired and sometimes just used to relieve her sexual frustration and get what she wanted/needed from them; it was seeing the users and those who had hurt her that would be more difficult. Her plan regarding that group was to play to their massive ego's and play the masochist begging for just one more emotional beating. She knew that their total disregard for her feelings would make them eager to fuck her (over) yet again, but this time she would actually be the one in control. After looking at her list she realized that three men could give her all she needed. One was a toy, one was egomaniacal player and the third a stranger.

She decided to start gathering the required material in the following order: first the body for height and weight, then the body for muscle tone, then the eyes and face, then she would start filling the head and heart, last but not least she would endow her dream man with the perfect cock. Her eyes were bright and she smiled thinking about how much like a crafts project this was. Boys had their cars, and toys while she had her beautiful, sensitive man to build. Suddenly she shuddered and thought of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein and the grim consequences of playing god in the creation of life, but it was a Goddess who had given her the quest so thought it must be all right.

The Body

For the body she chose a former lover who stood about 6'2" and had a body that might have been the inspiration of Michelangelo's David. There had been many nights that she had enjoyed oiling and massaging his tight muscular frame. She thought of that now and smiled. She pictured how she would lay him naked on the bed carefully covering his ass with a draped towel. She would then slip off her little silk robe and mount him ; sitting squarely on his ass. She always felt like a jockey and imagined him to be her Sea Biscuit.

She would pour the scented massage oil liberally over his shoulders and watch as it ran down his back. She then started applying enough pressure through her hands to relieve his knotted muscles. Her hands constantly worked his flesh as a baker would knead dough the oil as needed. Every now and then she could hear a faint moan or groan and feel him move beneath her in discomfort. "Are you trying to hurt me, Babe?", he'd ask, but there was no reply, only the addition of more oil. Occasionally she would lean over his back and be close enough to drag her firm breast and erect nipples across it; if it didn't arouse him, it certainly did her.

The oil would run down his back and finally accumulate at the base of his spine , right behind his rounded ass. When she had finished his upper back she would rotate her body to face his legs and re-seat herself so that her (now moistened) pussy was resting in the puddle of accumulated oil. She would slide her ass back and forth as she applied oil to his legs sliding her clit over his body. This went on until she had massaged his legs from thigh to calf. She would then remove the towel and pour oil over his ass so that it trickled down between the cheeks. Rubbing it she would slip her hands down between his legs until she found his cock and would stroke it just to inspire him. By now all she wanted was to roll him over and begin again.

When he rolled over it was apparent that he had indeed become inspired. His erection greeted her hungry eyes like a “pop-up” in a greeting card. He looked up at her and smiled as if this was his finest achievement / his crowning glory. She looked down and thought, “Spare the horse, ride a cowboy.”, and with that once again took her seat astride him. The oil from his back still clung to her pussy and thighs as she eased herself down on his cock. It parted the lips of her pussy and penetrated deep inside of her while the oil’s warmth created a different kind of excitement. She began pouring more oil onto his chest and digging into his pecs with her hands as a kitten kneads while nursing. As she kneaded his flesh she rocked on his cock and brought her nipple to his mouth. He began sucking, but not as voraciously as she had hoped.

As she rocked on the cock inside of her ( which she could feel increasing in girth), she thought “There’s a reason why guy’s call this their “tool”. It was for her like a tool anyway, something used to scratch that itch that was deep inside, to relieve a pressure that was mounting. With that thought she began focusing more on her arousal and less on the massage. She was in control of the situation and used his cock like one uses a post to scratch that area on your back you just can’t reach. Harder and faster, came her thrust downward onto it. Her eyes closed and she felt the frenzy inside, as she could feel her climax coming.

His hands grasped the side of the bed and curled into the sheets. His back arched as he tried to control his excitement, but there was no control; he could not stop it from happening and with a sudden thrust upward as she came down he emptied himself into her. She felt it all, the thrust the release and with that screamed and came. Her climax was forceful and he could feel her pussy as it contracted around his cock. It felt as if her cunt was grasping and milking every drop of fluid from him and she with eyes closed continued to rock until completely satisfied she opened her eyes and smiled.

He laid there before her, glistening with oil and sweat; he released the sheets and looked up at her. “My god, you were great”, he said. With those words the magic moment came to an end. Though he had the body of David, he had the mind of a child. “You were great?”, she repeated internally as if reading a review in the paper. “Loved the performance, but the climax still needs some work”, she mused, creating her own review. “It was all because of you” she lied. “Your cock inspired me”, she continued trying desperately to figure out how to exit the stage. Finally, she felt his cock slipping from her and with a minor contraction was able to send it away. The cum that had rested in her began to flow like a waterfall out of her and trickle down his sides. Her opportunity had come, “oooops”, she said, “let me get a towel” and with that she ran to the bathroom.

While in the bathroom she took the opportunity to pee out the rest of their “love”. She spread her legs and watched the flow as the relief of peeing satisfied yet another primal need. When she was done, she grabbed a wash cloth, moistened it with warm water and bathed her pussy. The warmth of the water and the rubbing felt good against her. When done she patted herself dry with his face cloth and re-hung it next to the sink. “A little reminder when he shaves”, she thought; with that she grabbed a towel and took it to him.

“Here you go”, she said, while tossing the towel to him. He began rubbing it across his waist and down his sides and the insides of his thighs. While he cleaned himself up, she gathered her belongings; the oil, little robe and things as yet unused were put in her tote. She dressed in record breaking time and said “I have to go, early day tomorrow!”. He responded with, “Will I see you again” and she with “yeah, sure, call me” and then she was gone. While she knew that she had not given him her number, she also knew it would take a while for him to figure it out.

Yes this was definitely the body she desired, but that was all it was. She contacted her cowboy and made arangements for one last ride. When she left she brought the sweat from his body, several pubic hairs and the cum that had run down his leg.


Posted at 01:57 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
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
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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
The Photo Shoot Part 2

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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