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

Monday, August 01, 2005
Nocturnal Events

"What you do not know, you will fear. What one fears, one destroys."~Chief Dan George

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It was a hot that night; the day time temperature had reached 100 and it had only cooled to 90 when she went to bed. She opened the window to allow what breeze there was to circulate the air in her bedroom, in hopes that she would find some relief and be able to sleep. Outside she could hear the tiny frogs peeping and the call of the Loon that lived on the lake. Other than those sounds she knew there was only silence. As she looked out at the lake she could see the full moon and its reflection on the water; a reflection broken by the ripples which appeared to create a thousand stars on the water. Even in this heat there was a peace that that took the edge off.

The lakeside home was a large log cabin with four bedrooms, a dining room and a library. The lake was to the west, where there was a dock and small boat house. He had cleared trees adjacent to the house and created a garden. There was nothing but woods on the other three sides and the driveway that led to the county road a quarter of a mile away. Her Master had brought her there once he had collared her, and it was there that she found her happiness. During the day when he was away, she spent her time in her garden under the watchful eye of his large dog; a beast that appeared to be part wolf. Her canine companion gave her a sense of security; for she knew that he would protect her from anything (man or beast) that might menace her when she was alone.

When the Master returned from his work, she would greet him wearing only an apron and her collar. She had learned much about him over the months they were together; and knew his likes, dislikes and his desires; whether it was for food, drink or her. He was a loving Master and a sadistic lover; those were the things that drew her to him and to serve him was a fulfillment of a dream. He would walk through the door and lay down his briefcase; she would remove his coat and bring him a vodka rocks. While dinner cooked she would sit on the floor at his feet as he nursed the drink and told her about the outside world. When the drink was finished she would rise and remove her apron; anticipating his desire to taste her she would lay on the table with her legs spread as he sat and parted her lips. The freshly consumed vodka still lingered on his tongue as he began to lick and its heat made her even wetter. He would attack her pussy with his mouth in the same way his dog tried to get the marrow from a bone. She could feel her orgasm coming like a wave from her belly waiting to crash on his tongue, but he would tell her to wait. She would plead and he would deny. Then he would plant his hand just above her pussy and press while whispering “Now”. She let it come without holding back and her sweet juices gushed from her as he drank them in. Once he was satiated she would rise on weakened legs, put on the apron and bring a warm wet wash cloth; he would wash his hands and face and they would eat.

Their activities after dinner, would take place in the basement dungeon. He made a point of being creative when it came to play; so she knew only to expect pain and pleasure, but never knew how they would be delivered or for how long. Her anticipation never led to disappointment, because she knew he reveled in keeping her on the edge and then letting her go beyond in a whirlpool of sensations. Her body, her mind and her soul were his and each responded to his commands whether verbal or physical; there could be no denying him. This was their life together and for each it was all that they wanted.

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That hot morning, he had left as usual for his job in the city. He called her at three and told her that the project he was working on was in a crucial phase that required him to stay and that he would not be home. She was told to stay in the house after dark and to keep the doors locked until he returned. This had happened in the past so she thought nothing of it and went about her tasks. The heat of the day had been very uncomfortable, so that evening she drew a cool bath, lit candles and poured a glass of wine, leaving the bottle next to the tub. The dog placed himself outside the door as she soaked and her mind began to float and fantasize.
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She imagined him there, rubbing her and began to feel that familiar desire to be taken. Since he was not there to fulfill it she laid her hand flat against her pussy and began to bring it up and down as if she were stoking it. As she stroked she let her finger slide down between her lips just barely penetrating. With each stroke her finger would rub her clit and go a bit deeper until it had fully penetrated her and the stroked were more rapid. She let the thought of him guide her hand, just as he had done so many times. The climaxes came one after another and the dogs ears stood at the sound of her moans. The wine and her satisfaction left her in a place between reality and a dream and she drifted off. Satisfaction was like that for her; a dream state that was filled with sensual visions.

When she left the tub, she toweled off her body in front of the full length mirror and admired the mark on her hip and the marks he had left the night before. As she studied the lines, she recounted the moment and smiled; she was loved and in love. When she left the window in the bedroom she threw back the sheets and blankets; it was to hot to have anything on her body. The air from the window carried the scents of the pines and the flowers she had planted; those scents and the sounds wrapped around her mind like a warm blanket and she fell asleep.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep when she heard the dog whining. She followed his cry to the front door and looked down at him; “OK, but you should have gone earlier when I let you out” she said. She opened the door and the dog bolted through it; he usually took about five minutes to pee and sniff the bushes for varmints, but this time he didn’t come right back. She began calling him and whistling. The frogs became silent and the silence became deafening. After fifteen minutes she became worried and aware that she was now alone. She went back to the bedroom and threw on one of her Master’s shirts; his scent was still on it giving her some relief as she searched for the flashlight. With the light in hand she went through the door, calling the dogs name.

She went down the driveway; having no desire to venture into the woods. The moons brightness reflected on the drive, but was lost on either side. There is something about a forest at night, that makes a person feel watched and that was what she was feeling. Though they lived away from the road and miles from a neighbor; she felt as if there were eyes watching her from inside the tree line. She hadn’t gone far when she decided to return, “stupid dog” she thought. She headed for the lights of the house, but stopped when she saw that the once open door was now closed. As much as she wanted to believe the wind had done it she knew that the breeze she felt was not enough to push the heavy door. Standing half naked in the middle of the drive, she tried desperately to control her panic.She turned off the flashlight and approached the house. As quietly as possible she went from window to window, trying to see if anyone had entered in her absence. When she finished circling the house she took a deep breath and walked through the door. She went from room to room turning on every light, holding the flashlight like a club, but could find no sign of an intruder. She wanted her Master or to hear his voice, but it was late and she was afraid that he would be angry that she had opened the door and gone out. She poured a glass of wine and drank it down quickly. “Enough of this foolishness” she thought, “the dog knows his way home, and I need my sleep”. She went back through the house, turning off the lights and made sure that the doors were locked. She poured another glass of wine and took it to the bedroom with her. She removed her Masters shirt and crawled back into their bed, but this time she covered herself with the sheet. When she finished the wine, she looked around the room then turned off the light and tried to feel His presence around her.

Her fears made her sleep light and fitful. She saw images of the dog running into the darkness and the woods which seemed to be alive. She tossed and turned in the bed and finally ended up on her stomach. The moon’s light illuminated her naked body in the bed, and cast the intruders shadow against the wall and then over her body. She had finally entered deep sleep when he slipped a rope around each ankle and tied it to the foot-board. As she dreamed of her Master and his touch; ties were slipped around her wrists.

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She awakened half dazed when she felt his weight on top of her. Realizing she was bound; she tried to scream but his hand covered her mouth and her cries were muted. She felt his cock pressing against her pussy as she tried to struggle and prevent it from entering, but his weight exhausted her and his determination to violate her was realized. She felt it as it passed through her lips with force. She felt him pull himself completely out and then thrust it in again; she could not fight him. He bit into her neck as he began humping her faster and harder. Soon she felt another thickness press between her lips and her panic and confusion grew. His cock was penetrating even deeper than her Master’s and her fear was giving away to excitement as she felt it against her G-spot. Her attacker sped his thrust up and soon she felt the urge to cum; there was no denial and she had no control as her body released its fluids bathing the attackers cock. She came again and then felt her attacker thrust and stop as his cum filled her.

She was at once, horrified, excited and confused. The attacker withdrew his teeth from her neck and pressed his hips into her as the last of his cum flowed from his cock. She could hear his breathing and feel his hot breath on her neck, as she began to cry. She felt him remove himself as she sobbed; saw the shadow cross over her and then there was silence. She laid in the bed crying as their cum flowed from her body. Her wrists and ankles were still tied, but now given the time she was able to free herself. She got out of the bed and looked at the wet spot that remained, then tore the sheets from the bed. She went to the bathroom and ran the shower until she felt it was almost too hot and climbed in. As she ran the washcloth over her body, she tried to sort out what had happened and another fear gripped her; fear of her Masters reaction. There was no more sleep for her that night. She washed the intruders cum from her body and then made the bed up fresh. She made a fresh pot of coffee and waited for dawn. Shortly after the sun lit the sky, she heard scratching and whining at the door. When she opened it, the dog came in. She looked down at him and began weeping again; feeling betrayed by her guardian.

She sat down in the chair and tried to sip her coffee. The dog sat beside her panting and begging for forgiveness. She stroked his head without thinking about it. Her master would return soon and what was she to tell him; that she had disobeyed and gone out after dark, only to be assaulted when she returned? “Would he still love her, after she was had by another” was the question that kept repeating in her mind. She dressed and went outside once the sun was up. She walked around the house looking for evidence that may have been left by her attacker, but she only found footprints belonging to her and the dog. She looked at the sill of the bedroom window and saw mud on it and what appeared to be paw prints. Maybe the dog had tried to jump through the window, but hen she would have heard him if that were the case; more confusion set in as she heard her Master’s car in the drive.

She ran to him and threw her arms around him and began sobbing. He held her and then asked why she was crying. “I disobeyed you” she said with eyes cast down. “I opened the door after dark and the dog ran off, and when I went to look for him I left the house open. Someone entered and I didn’t know...”, her tears increased as she told him of the attack. He held her and said, “You will be OK, I am here” He took her in the house, and to the bedroom. He removed her clothes and put her on the bed. He told her to lay on her stomach as she had the night before, and then he spread her legs.

She felt his tongue as it licked her and when she was relaxed she felt him mount her. Her thoughts were confused as he began to fuck her; “How could He still desire her after she had been used by another” she thought. She felt his cock swell, and her thoughts gave way to pleasing him. She pushed against him with every thrust and soon felt her pussy swell on the verge of climax. “Please Sir, may I cum”, she cried, but was denied. He continued to fuck her until she cried out and then allowed her . He let her cum without denying her the next two times and when he could no longer control his own orgasm; he released it in her. She felt her body as it moved almost uncontrollably, receiving his cum and bathing him in hers and she felt him as he laid on her, spent. “I love you, Sir” she said and he responded “And I you, but I also have a confession.”

“A confession Sir? I don’t understand.” He rolled off of her sweaty backside and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her. “I have a family secret, a curse as it were. It goes back centuries to a city in Italy called Subiaco. My ancestors were nobles, but it was another Noble from that city that gained notoriety and cursed the first born males of My family; her name was Lucrezia Borgia.

My ancestor had been her lover, but he was not faithful to her. She accused him of acting like a dog who sought out any female in heat, and then said “If you are to act like a dog, then a dog you will be on the first day of every full moon as will the first born male of your family for all eternity.” She was a woman of extraordinary power and the curse has been in My family ever since. Last night was the first night of the full moon; I told you I was working and to lock the door, but in truth I was in the boat house. I heard your moans while you bathed and could sense your desire. The dog was aware of My presence which is why he wanted out; while you searched for him I came in and hid. Once you were asleep I tied you and My desire completed My transformation into the beast that took you last night.” Having confessed his secret he stood and looked at her. “I will understand if you want to leave” he told her.

She moved to the edge of the bed and beckoned him to return. He sat on the edge and looked down at her. “You are my Master in every way” she said, “If it is your desire to take Me as a dog would a bitch in heat, then I will be that bitch for you” They never spent another night apart and on the first night of every full moon from that time forward; the animal in both of them was released.

Posted at 04:21 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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I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
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Patty On A Leash/Re-written
To Confess or Not To confess
Binding of Kay
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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
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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
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Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
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My Youth
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Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
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My Toy
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Special Delivery
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This Flesh
Not Watching
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Inside of You
Mentally bound
His Flower
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Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
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