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

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

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







Monday, August 01, 2005
Spare the Rod...Spoil the Sub



"Come here now!" She heard the command and knew that there was no smile behind the words. "Why?", She knew as the word parted her lips that she had made a mistake. She knew that when he used that tone, that he was serious and to question his command was childishly foolish.

She really didn't need to ask, "Why"; she knew that her behavior in his short absence was the reason. She had become distressed because he had left her alone, though she knew he wasn't far away. In a moment of weakness she decided to damage his most prized possession just to punish him; now she knew that she would have to be punished.

She slowly, reluctantly approached him with her eyes cast downward. "I'm sorry, I did it." she said as the anticipation of what was about to happen welled inside of her. She knew this was going to hurt as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. "Take off your panties, now!" he demanded. Under most circumstances this command might have led to him playing with her, fingering her pussy to stimulate her sweet juices; a pleasure they both enjoyed. As she thought of play, her pussy did become wet, but this was not play. She knew this was going to hurt and she knew she had no choice; she pulled her panties down and kicked them to the side and as she did; she noticed a wet spot.

He paid no attention to the panties, but ordered her to lay on the edge of the bed with her bare ass exposed. She did as he demanded. "You have damaged something I love and you must be punished. I do not want you to move or cry out." having said that he raised his open hand and brought it down on her ass. She felt the sting and wanted to cry out, but knew that it would mean experiencing a greater punishment.

Again his hand came down, and then again. He continued the spanking for almost 10 minutes and watched as the first well defined red hand print disappeared into a maze of welts. "Does that hurt, My love?" he asked. She weighed her possible responses. She knew that if she said "yes", that he would probably stop, but if she said "No" that the punishment would continue. It had hurt in the beginning, but it had become a blur as her mind thought about the many times a spanking had led to her being ravaged in a number of delightful ways. "No sir" she said.

His hand stung from the spanking, but he was not going to let her insult him by saying that her punishment didn't hurt. He went to the closet and returned with a quarter inch bamboo cane. "If that didn't, maybe this will." The words still were in the air when the first strike of the cane was delivered. The shock went straight through her and she cried out. "Better" he thought, "but still not enough". The cane came down repeatedly, she felt each stroke and then those too blurred. Her ass became ornate with streaks of red and purple lines as the blood vessels broke beneath. He stopped just as the one of the lines began to bleed. "And did that hurt." he asked. "Yes Sir, but I deserve the punishment. I really do want to please you and I am sorry that I carved those words, but I must confess there is something else that I should be punished for" "What now!" He demanded. She turned and looked at him and then lowered her eyes. "When you were spanking me , I let myself become aroused thinking of the times you had taken me after a spanking" she confessed.
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"So this was not the punishment I had intended it to be?" He responded and then took the cane and tapped the inside of her thighs repeatedly letting her know that she was to spread her legs. She complied willingly, knowing he was about to explore her. He drew the cane up her thigh and parted her wetted lips with it. He slowly drug it through as he twisted it and her excitement grew. When he withdrew it; he examined the end that had probed her. It was wet so he brought it to his tongue and tasted the sweetness that clung there, as a bear would a stick with honey on it. He placed his hand between her thighs so that it laid flat on her pussy. She laid perfectly still as He pushed his middle finger deep inside of her, with very little effort. Her excitement grew again and all thoughts of the pain she felt evaporated.

When he removed his finger he said "You are bad, get on the bed and lay on your back, I will be right back." He returned holding a crop with a paddle tip. She was ordered to remove her remaining garments and then spread her legs and arms and then grasp the sheet with her hands. "Don't you wish to bind me, Sir." "No, you will Me that you can do as told and not move; or else." She knew exactly what "Or else" meant and immediately spread as told and grabbed the sheet. She looked into his eyes for any sign of forgiveness, but saw none. "Before I begin, I am going to blindfold you, because I am not interested in seeing any tears you might shed." With those words he put her in a state of darkness and anticipation.

He stood back and looked down at her. He took in every inch of the body he loved so much. He loved her in total; every hair, every curve, the fullness of her breasts and the perfectly shaped nipples that they held. She was perfect. He decided that it would be her breast and nipples that he would begin with and began spanking them with the crop Her body shuddered as she grasped the sheet tighter; vowing to herself that she would not move. Her nipples tightened and became erect, like little soldiers at attention; willing to take their punishment and they did.

When he turned his attention to her pussy, he noticed that a wet spot had developed on the bed. Again he pushed his finger through the wetted lips; only to find her wetter than before. "You can control your body and not cry out, but apparently you have no control over your cunt do you?" "No Sir, I'm sorry" she admitted, knowing that she didn't and had no desire to control it. He brought the crop down on her mons just above her pussy; spanking at it and then on her clit hood. Rapid relentless taps that made her clit swell with excitement.

"I will not cum" she told herself. “No matter how excited I am, I will not cum" But the spanking went on and her control weakened. She felt her muscles tensing, as she tried to control her excitement. Just as she thought it was impossible, he stopped and she began to relax, but he was not done. Instead of continuing with the spanking, he put the crops one inch handle between her lips and pushed it inside of her. She felt the course handle as it rubbed against her already sensitive clit. He began fucking her with it; pushing it in and out with measured strokes. He watched as her tightened and twisted the sheet while her legs stiffened. His strokes became faster and He knew she would not be able to control herself much longer.

"Please Sir, I beg you to stop or let me cum!" she begged. "No" was all he said as he continued to stroke her. "Control your cunt woman!" He demanded and she tried, but in the end surrendered to her desire and came. He watched as the wet spot grew, revealing her weakness. "You have disobeyed Me again and you shall be punished again" he said and with that resumed spanking her pussy. There was no separation of pain and pleasure now; it was all pleasure and she just surrendered to it.

When he finally stopped, she was quaking in the bed; her orgasms continued as He watched. She could not see what He was doing and as her pussy contracted didn't really care. "If this is punishment, then I will surely die a pain slut" she mused. As she began to come back into the reality of the situation, she felt the foot of the bed depress between her legs. "Stay as you are", he ordered and she wondered what torment would come next. She laid as still as she could, as he crawled up between her legs. He brought his mouth to her soaked pussy and began first to lick and then to suck her sweet cum from it. He filled his mouth with her and then delivered it to hers, just as his stiff cock plunged into her still throbbing pussy.

"You are very bad" he said, "But also very tasty. I am going to fuck you now and you are not to move or you will be punished again tomorrow." She laid still as he ravaged her cunt, but as was her short coming lost control yet again. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and she knew he felt it. This meant only one thing; that she would have to go through this again the next day. Knowing this she moved with him until she came yet again as his hot cum flooded her.

"You just can't obey, can you" he said, "Tomorrow I expect you here, ready for your punishment, when I get home" he told her, “you are My most prized possession, but you need to be punished until you learn to control yourself.” She tried to hide her pleasure and said "Yes Sir as you desire, but must I wait?" and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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Dominant

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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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

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And From a Submissive Woman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.


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