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 15, 2005
Off White, Six Defective Doms, and One Very Pathetic Troll

The following is a non-factual account of factual events, that occurred during a very special young woman's search for her Dom. She has allowed Me to tell this tale and given it her blessing.....Thank you and Happy Birthday ML

Off White, Six Defective Doms, and One Very Pathetic Troll

Once upon a time there was a beautiful southern princess. For a very long time she didn’t know just how beautiful and talented she was, because the King and Queen had neglected to tell and show her. Despite the lack of parental insight, she grew and was beautiful none the less. Besides being beautiful, she was very intelligent and was quick to see the wolves in sheep’s clothing that were constantly trying to approach her.
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Though she wanted to find her “prince”, she had grown weary of those who had misrepresented themselves. She wanted a prince but had only been offered frogs. The princess was very skeptical about stories involving princesses who had kissed frogs and gotten lucky, for she knew too many who had only gotten warts from the experience.

The King (her father) was a classic frog to prince story. A former blustering bullfrog, he had been kissed by her mother. Shortly after the marriage, he became a tyrant and a bully. The queen was able to escape with the princess, but had forever been traumatized by the experience. The queen could not help but believe that there was a frog lurking behind every princely smile and so never kissed a prince or frog again. The princess knew that aside from frogs, there were also a great number of horny toads that desired more than a kiss and offered nothing in return. She decided to avoid the toads, frogs and other repulsive players while focusing on developing her superior mind.

The princess attended a university, where she excelled and upon graduating moved into a castle of her own. She possessed two special cats that had telepathic abilities and were able to communicate with her through the harmonic rhythms of their purring. Life was OK, not great, but better than it had been while in the Queen’s palace. So it was that there came a day when Off White decided it was time to find her prince.

Off White was for all intensive purposes pure and good. It was a role she had been forced into and she knew that there was a “bad girl” inside dying to get out. She wasn’t looking for someone that she could merely relate to and feel comfortable with, but rather a “Dark Prince” who would capture her body, mind and spirit. She wanted her prince not to be a shining knight, but rather a rogue that would find and give pleasure in ways she had only read about. She made a list of those attributes that defined the One she wanted and began her search.

It didn’t take long for every form of “Dark Prince” to manifest himself. She had created a couple of “Dark Prince Wanted” ads and the response was more than she could have imagined. There were young ones and old ones; there were experienced ones and those that wanted to experiment as she did. Some wanted her to be “theirs” while others wanted to share her. There was so much intrigue that poor Off White became totally confused.

For a period of time she consulted a local Wizard who said he would mentor her and guide her through her search. The Wizard was older and possessed his own princess, to whom he was loyal, so she believed that she could be open without fearing about “hidden agendas”. Alas she discovered that he had used her to test the loyalty of his princess. The great and powerful “M” as she had called him though knowledgeable, had proven himself to be less than honest with her. When the truth was known an amazing thing happened; M’s magic disappeared. He went from being larger than life to being just plain large.

Her mother had often consulted the magic mirror for beauty tips but Off White didn’t have access to the full-length mirror. She searched and found a good deal on a magic 8 ball that had only been used a couple of times. She told the magic ball exactly what she was looking for and started running her finger down a list of admires while shaking and turning it. The ball would say “no” most of the time or “Try Again”, but on seven occasions it said “Maybe” which was as close as it would get to a “Yes”. The ambiguous ball had suggested seven suitors might fit the description and Off White decided it was a start.


All of these suitors proclaimed their Dominance and touted their experience in letters and calls. Off White who had no experience, did a lot of reading so she would be better able to communicate with these men who might be the “One”. Her first experience was with “Studdly”, an experienced Dom who loved the sexual aspects of Dominance. He was able to capture her body, and leave her mind in a state of confusion, but didn’t seem the least bit interested in capturing her spirit or taking her to that “space” she had read about. She wanted to say, “more please” but knew it wouldn’t be the same if she had to ask or beg for it.

There was something about Studdly that worried her; though he denied it, on several occasions he had described fantasies about sharing her in a dangerous part of the forest. He enjoyed the idea of tying her up and inviting the local thugs to have their way with her. It was his fantasy and it worried her. Although he had an insatiable sexual appetite when she was with him; there were long periods of time when she was not being summoned and that worried her. He really didn’t seem to dominate so much as fuck and although he was a skilled fucker, he showed no interest in spanking, binding or doing anything the Dark Prince of her dreams would do. She decided that he had far too many defects (no commitment guarantee, limited Dominance warranty) to be the One. She had never really seen his face due to darkness, a blindfold or being ordered to keep her eyes down. At the time it was a turn on, but now she couldn’t see his face for he had more than one and it was constantly changing. He had shrunk in her eyes and now was just a sexy little man (though still larger than the gnome that guarded her tomato plants) and she was looking forward to the next encounter.


Off White did find that she was becoming hyper-sexual. It wasn’t so much that she had fucked into a state of cosmic orgasms as much as the state she was in was causing her to have orgasms just thinking about it. She had a tremendous itch, and a wanted it scratched by One who would pay attention to the overall person she was and wanted to be; not just her cunt. So as she gently massaged herself into a state of bliss, she contacted the second Dom on her list; Brainy.

Brainy liked to play with her mind. One of the items at the top of her list on the “Dark Prince Wanted” ad read, “3. If you can't fuck my mind first, my body won't respond.” Brainy found that her mind could be stimulated in such a way that she felt compelled to do things, she might never have done. He took her to a pub, where many of the locals liked to play. He had her dress for the occasion so that she would be enticing not just for him, but for any that might set eyes on her.

He allowed her to publicly show her appreciation for his cock as others watched, while plying her with spirits. He let her libido run free as he held her hand and she enjoyed the romp. But there was more to her outing than she knew or had been prepared for. Brainy was familiar with the clientele at the pub and Off White was for all practical purposes a virgin to this kinky world. He wasn’t so much exposing her to it as throwing her into it. “Come with Me” he said as he led her to what was labeled as a private room. Two other women joined them.

She soon came to realize their purpose was not to play with him, but to play with her for his amusement. Off wanted to please Him for he seemed to know the world she wanted to know and she felt less inhibited knowing it was for Him. The women led her to a bed in the room and began rubbing her and kissing her.

Soon one of them was licking her wet cunt while the other sucked her nipples. At last she was experiencing a woman’s touch and that of her tongue. It was a rush of many sensations as she played with not one, but two women, knowing all the while he was watching. The rush came to an abrupt halt however; when she realized that five other men were watching and one was allowed to touch her.

It was as if a defective valve holding the hot air within this man shaped balloon had opened, as he shrank right in front of her. Of course he told her it was her fault, that she wasn’t prepared for what she wanted. Off White knew that it wasn’t what she wanted; the fact was, he wasn’t aware of what she wanted and tried to exploit what she was willing to give. She left him feeling that the experience wasn’t all bad; it (like the experience with Studdly) had some very nice moments and made for some interesting diary entries, but he wasn’t as satisfying as she had hoped and definitely had a major defect when it came to judgment.


Undaunted by her last experience, she agreed to meet the next candidate Hopeful (who would come to be known as Hapless). Hopeful and Off met after a long day/night of talking on the phone. Each shared their inner most feelings, wants and desires. He told her of his life as a merchant and of the castle that he owned. He also had read reports about her romps with Studdly and Brainy and was a bit put off that he might be sharing her. In some ways this closeness scared Off White but in other ways it attracted her. He was not quite as Dark or Dominant as the other two, but he certainly captivated her.

One day she was summoned to his castle. He told her what to bring (for play) and that she was to wear a blindfold upon entering. She did as told and when he finally made his presence known applied fur lined shackles to her wrists and attached them to a spreader bar. “Interesting” she thought as he laid her on the table. As he began to play with her cunt, he asked questions about the other two. He also told her that HE would make her cum (without taking into consideration that the conversation about other lovers might assist his endeavor) and he did, though her favorite toy when applied properly was much more affective. He made it clear that he wanted her.

Later they enjoyed a meal and she enjoyed his touch. Unfortunately the meal was filling and he prematurely quit touching leaving poor Off even more confused and frustrated. On their next encounter he took rope and bound her to the bed. “Ahh” she thought, “Now he will reveal that Dominance he spoke of and use me as I have always wanted to be used” Indeed, it appeared as if he would fulfill her fantasies and he might have, if his knee had not dislocated. As she lay bound and apparently helpless waiting to be flogged and fucked; he rocked on the edge of the bed oblivious to her needs. She realized though it might in some minds be considered a scene, but that it was a bad scene. It was then that she learned, that aside from having a defective knee, he also hadn’t a clue about rope bondage. She was able to free herself, grab her clothes and politely say “good night”.

One thing after another began to be revealed as Hopeful decided that honesty “now” might be the best policy. He told her that his Merchant title was a bit exaggerated. He didn’t actually own the store, he merely made the deliveries. He went on to say that the castle wasn’t technically his, but rather his mother’s who just happened to be away. Honesty in this instance was the best policy, in that it prevented Off White from making a horrible mistake. The last revelation was the one that transformed Hopeful the not so dark prince into Hapless his mother’s son.

Poor Off White was indeed dismayed. She had connected with the man he pretended to be, but knew that his shortcomings and defects would be evident to all around her. She went back to her castle and took a breather with her favorite toy. The wonderful thing about toys is that they can be who ever you want, for as long as you want or until the batteries expire. She looked at her list and picked the next candidate.


He was someone whom she had actually heard rumors about, he was “Kinky”. He went straight for her mind and it was his. His words rolled out of his mouth weaving visions that captivated her and she found herself swooning at the thought of his Dominance. He told her of how “their” life would be. He demanded her total submission and told her that he would “always” take her limits and concerns into consideration. She felt almost hypnotized by his look and words. She found herself giving in to his first demand by the end of their first meeting and took his hot cum in her mouth as he had told her she would.

Her heart swelled with the anticipation of more the following day, but a voice inside said, “What the fuck are you doing?”; which shocked her because normally that voice didn’t swear. She listened to the voice and she listened to his words. He told here about his 12 years of military service and how he had been wounded leaving a bullet near his spine. He told her about his job, which was soon to end, because it was being eliminated. He told her about the condo he had shared with his former sub; a woman that ran up his credit cards and ran off with another man (probably a Dom) she had met through a magic crystal. The voice inside of her was busy analyzing and adding up the red flags. By the time he was done relating his history to her, the voice was saying, “He’s jobless, bankrupt, a bad judge of character, and sounds as if he entered the service at 16. Other than that he is busy doing things he can't afford with other people but not you and is looking for the perfect submissive female who will give herself totally; trust fully and not ask questions”

Off White listened to the voice, but then thought “But Kinky is sooooo Dominant and He said He’s, “not like other Doms”. The voice inside said, ”yeah right, none of them are”. She was caught between his words (which fulfilled her desires) and that nagging voice (that no ball-gag could stifle). What to do? A friend who knew Kinky suggested that Off contact his ex-sub, which was something even he had suggested, so she did. She exchanged letters with this more experienced woman who told her, “There’s only one thing he will fuck more than your pussy or ass and that is your mind”. “Hmmm”, Off thought, “That’s on my list.” The former sub went on to explain that he did not respect limits and was in fact a liar, who was also an experienced manipulator. The voice inside said, “Listen to this woman”, but Off thought it only fair to confront him regarding a few inconsistencies.

She sent him a missive about talking, but he was busy at the moment and said he would get back to her and added something about “bitching as usual”. This time it was her voice coming from her mouth that was saying, “What the fuck was that about?” She wrote back asking and demanding an apology; he at first denied saying it, but then apologized, which she was amazed by. Kinky was confounding her. She told him she had spoken to a former sub as he had instructed her to do and he got upset, “That was a test to see if you trusted Me which I now know you don’t” he said. He eventually told her she wasn’t a good sub and that hurt her feelings.

She apologized for her behavior the next day and told him that she wanted to submit to him. He told her he “was busy at the moment, but did want to swing by soon and fuck her in the ass”. Oh how he used the English language, “he is so decisive” she thought. At that exact moment the voice inside of her, found a way to “Bitch slap” her brain while screaming in an inaudible voice “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND”. This was enough to snap Off White out of his spell. She responded to his suggestion with a polite “I think not, take a hike”. The spell was broken and once again all 5feet 5inches of Off White was towering over the once magnificent Kinky. He had a defect list that was almost as long as her list of desired qualities.

She lay back on her bed with her legs spread and bent at the knees and put her magic vibe to her clit. As her body responded she imagined the little body of Kinky trying to fuck her in the ass and then, as her orgasm mounted saw him being thrown through the air like a bronc rider that couldn’t handle his mount. “Oh well, it was at least good for an entry or two in my diary.” she said to herself, as she glanced at the list whose title had been scratched out and replaced with the hand written title “Wannabies”. There was some nostalgia as she looked at those first three, “if only I could take bits and pieces of each and create the “One”” she thought, but this was reality and not a fairy tale.


She went through the list and contacted a few more, but there was no real connection. The wizard/mentor called her and said “Oi have I got a Prince for you.” Funny thing was he never sounded Jewish before, but there he was doing his best Yentl impersonation. He had a match and oh what a match; the guy was around 45, had a hot tub and was well hung. Off White went to her list and checked it carefully; no where did it mention “hot tub and well hung” and 45 was just under the wire. “Oh well, he has a good reference if even for all the wrong reasons, I just hope the wizard’s judgment isn’t as impaired about men, as it was about the game he played with his sub” she thought. She agreed to write him and he responded, “not illiterate” she mused. Then they chatted briefly, but she didn’t feel any “zing, bang, boom (or other firework related terminology). Finally he suggested meeting for dinner and she agreed.

When she arrived at the restaurant she found him and then she started looking for Aston Kushner and hidden cameras because she was sure she had just been “punked”. Unfortunately there were no camera’s and Kushner was banging a beautiful woman 20 years his senior, while she was face to face with a man that looked to be 25 years her senior (and he wasn’t pretty). She was forced into a booth next to him (not her choice of seating arrangements). He ordered an appetizer and offered her one of the four shrimp; she declined. “I’ll have soup” she said and “I suppose I’ll pay” he responded. The guy was old and a tightwad, but the revelations were not over. Over this pitiful meal he began to tell her what “He wanted” out of the relationship, but she didn’t see any (relationship), or future possibility of any (relationship). She told him that she was digesting the soup and his words (while trying to determine which was turning her stomach). She got up to leave and he suggested that he follow her home. “No, I know my way and ½ glass of wine may enable me to tolerate you, but is far from enough to make me want to go any further” she thought, but just said, “No that’s alright I can manage.” “You don’t want me to know where you live? “ he said. “Bingo dimwit, you aren’t as moronic as you seem” she thought, but said, “I just want to go home and think about tonight. I’ll talk to you later”

On her way home she wondered if the wizard had some sick hidden agenda. Maybe he owed this guy money, or maybe the guy was in the mob and threatened him with physical violence if he didn’t provide a young woman. Whatever reason the wizard had, was not good enough for what he had done. Just when she had thought, “How bad can it get?” the Wizard provided an example in the form of a middle-aged, overweight tightwad that reeked of toad in mans clothing.

Much to her amazement the buffoon sent her a message and talked about the wonderful time he had the night before. She looked at the letter and blinked. He was old, but didn’t seem to have Alzheimer’s Syndrome (she couldn’t recall him drooling; just babbling). His note went on to tell her of his attraction and hopes that she was attracted too and she was, but to the hot young waiter. This guy was as dense as fog and just as annoying; she considered letting him down easy, but decided “tough love” was called for and verbally castrated him. As big (overweight) as he was she could only imagine this tiny round dwarf named “Geezer” when she thought of him. He was the most defective man she had ever met and hadn’t one quality that she desired. She made a mental note to make sure that “HONEST AND TRUTHFULL” were spelled out in bold letters and put at the top of the list.


Off went home, now convinced that even the wizard was against her in her quest to find her Dark Dominant Prince. He, of all people knew what she wanted and yet every time she felt lost or betrayed and highly vulnerable the wizard would say “The perfect time to find what you seek”. Now he had thrown her to this very un-princely troll; what else could she think. She would be much better off using the Magic Vibrating Wand she had gotten three weeks ago, than looking for that level of satisfaction in a Prince. With that in mind she grabbed the wand, spread her legs; she thought about the hottest, steamiest encounter she had to date and applied it to her throbbing clit. The wand buzzed; her clit responded and her juices began flowing freely. She came hard with a moan of relief and then went back for more. Her second climax came and she felt the tension leaving her mind and body. She allowed her clit a moments rest and then greedily pressed the wand against it to achieve just one more. The wand buzzed, then sputtered as she felt its heat in her hand and then it died. She was devastated, “I have killed my wand and it was only three weeks old!” she sobbed.

She wrote about the wand’s passing in her diary and saw it as an omen. She could not go back, but had to once again enter the market place in search of the elusive “One”. With that in mind she consulted the list and the now dusty Magic Eight Ball.
Once again she started down the list (which she had now transferred onto a spreadsheet noting likes and dislikes (his and hers), interest, abilities, drawbacks etc.). She went through ten names and ten times the 8 Ball gave her a “No Way” , then it gave her a “Looks Promising” and a “Look to the future” on the next ten. Exhausted she wrote to the “promising” one and received response; while not being sure of what to do about the rest.

The first Prince said that he preferred to be mainstream, but enjoyed getting dark and kinky in the bedroom. “OK, he gets points for not claiming to want a 24/7 lifestyle” she thought. After hours of writing and several conversations they agreed to meet. When she first saw him she noted his size (body size that is), he was a bit more beefy than she had expected. He had told her that he enjoyed walking about the countryside and other forms of exercise, so she figured even though a bit “beefy”, he might have some stamina. The meeting took place in a park where they decided to walk amongst the flora and fauna and discuss life in general. They walked for 3 hrs and aside from being a bit winded he seemed to hold up pretty well. When the walk was over he gave her a kiss and left.

Off enjoyed the walk and the kiss, but wanted more. As pleasant as it was, it didn’t answer the question “Is he the One?” but did prove the 8 ball to have some credibility. They had a couple of more meetings during which time he teased her a bit and finally had that date she had been waiting for, the one that would move him into a role of “contender”.

He started by teasing her with a kiss and before she knew what had happened, she was without her blouse and bra. His hands played with her nipples and then he began to suck them, which was a major turn on. She had straddled his lap as he fed from her breasts and as she sat there she realized he was “beefy” in more than one way. She could feel his cock begin to swell and press against her already wet panties. She suggested the couch and he suggested the bedroom with the/his caveat “We don’t have to do everything!”

“yeah right” she thought, as she led him up to her bedroom. They sat on her bed and as if by magic her panties and skirt disappeared, leaving her extremely wet pussy and throbbing clit fully exposed. He had his shirt off and soon had shed his pants and underwear exposing his rock hard cock.

She decided to gift him with a mind-blowing blow job as he laid back and allowed her. His cock seemed massive in her mouth, but she was up to the challenge and as he moaned and groaned she became relentless. Soon he let his hot cum flow and she took it all and wanted more.

There was nothing dark about what had just happened but she could feel his dominance and knew he had what it took to be the One, but he needed to show her the other side, “Bring on the kink” she thought. Instead he brought on more aggressive sex (which was good too). He sucked at her nipples and fingered her pussy, but paid no attention to her clit. It was good as a warm up though and besides she could keep her deprived clit busy as he ravaged other parts of her. His cock grew again and this time he told her that it was her pussy he wanted and it was her pussy he had (after donning the required safety measure). He was full inside of her and when he came she felt it. This ride occurred one more time before dawn and his departure. She noted in her diary that he had given her a 6 on the orgasmatron, which was good and she wanted more of him.

Before her next visit to his place she shaved her pussy bare, just incase he decided to take the plunge (orally that is). As with his visit to her place; clothes seemed to magically fall from her body. He brought out a flogger (homemade), a crop and some other toys and asked her if she wanted to feel his crop. She not only wanted to feel it, she needed to feel it and she did. He laid a lash across her ass and she felt the sting, it felt good. “Do you want another” he asked. Trying to remain submissive sometimes is a chore, particularly when trying to not “Top from the bottom” and she was trying desperately to avoid orchestrating what was going on. So she replied “yes please” while thinking “Bring it on and I will let you know when to stop”. He whipped her a bit more, congratulated her on her stamina and then went back to a more vanilla sexathon, which was pleasant, but she wanted more. She imagined herself bound in such a way that all she could do is lay helpless while her pussy was ravaged by his mouth.

She got her wish in part. On a couple of more encounters he fucked her and she sucked his cock until her jaw ached, but what she really wanted was his mouth to ravage her cunt. She noticed that even when he knew she was extremely wet, that he never took advantage of the feast she would offer and that even when his fingers dipped into her honey, they never found his mouth. “OK” she thought “If he needs coaxing then coaxing I shall give him”. With that thought she told him “If you ever want to feel my lips around your cock again, you had better reciprocate.” “Huh” was his reply. “I want you to eat me!” she said . “I want you to muff dive, eat the oyster, kiss the camel toe!!” He looked at her and said “does fingering count?”

She added up the minutes that she had spent adoring his cock and then the minutes he had spent probing her pussy and then said “NO!” He told her he wasn’t really in the mood at that moment and beat a hasty retreat. He called to let her know that he wanted to see her in a couple of days and that he would satisfy her desires. Instead she received a letter.

“I was eagerly awaiting our date and knowing your desire for a severe tongue lashing had planned on giving it to you. I also planned on fucking your brains out and turning led into gold. I wanted to please your “dark desires” and decided to reread some of the letters you had written me explaining what they were. When I opened up the chest containing our correspondence I happened on your diary, but didn’t realize it was your diary until I read your critic of my performance.

I realized you weren’t communicating with me with regards to your needs and see no point in trying any harder. I wish you all the best on your quest. Write when you can.

Yours truly,

“What the fuck, just happened”, she thought as she scanned the toy store catalog for an industrial strength magic vibrating wand with rechargeable batteries. “He was this close” she said as she grasped her tongue. Clueless shriveled like his cock after one of her mind-blowing blow jobs and with his beefy physique resembled a kid on South Park. He just couldn’t give as well as he got and as intelligent as he was and as ready as he was to point to her inability to communicate; he obviously couldn’t hear or even ask if she was satisfied.

The Troll

While Off White spent months searching for her prince; she shared the experience with a knight down the street. She never really saw his face or any other part of him due to his armor, but he seemed to be a friend and she wanted a male confidant given the wizard’s departure from reality. She chatted with the knight about her disappointments and about what she wanted. He actually seemed to possess some of those qualities, but the armor was uncomfortable and she had told him he really wasn’t what she desired.

The knight invited her over one evening to see the changes he had made in his castle (which he wanted to sell). He showed her the dining hall and the new indoor bath facilities and then took her to his bedroom to show her the new floor. She followed him in and he suggested that she sit down to better appreciate it; she did as the knight stood behind her.

Suddenly and without warning she felt his rag covered gauntlet as it covered her mouth forcing her to breathe in a noxious vapor. She struggled and in doing so inhaled even deeper, soon she felt dizzy and the knight told her to struggle was useless and that if she did not stop he would stick the soaked rag into her mouth. The fumes engulfed her and she could neither struggle nor flee as he stripped and bound her. She lay tied to the bed as the knight removed his armor, revealing the troll that inhabited it. He beat her and savaged her while shoving the rag first in her face and then in his. This went on all night and in the morning she was able to escape still dazed and confused.

She had wanted to be bound and taken, but wanted it to be by her chosen prince and because she wanted it. This wasn’t at all what she had wanted. A troll who only pretended to be her friend had defiled her and had hurt her in other ways in the process. She told several of the Dwarf Princes and a number of them volunteered to dismember him or at least dismember his member, but Off wanted nothing more to do with him. There was a time when she had hoped that some human element might kick in and that he would at least apologize, but it never happened.

Off never felt so alone as she did at that moment. Her mother the queen was oblivious, while her father the King chose to take up his old Bullfrog ways in a pond elsewhere. She went up to a tower in her castle and tore up the rest of the list. She made entry after entry in her diary as her hopes diminished and she decided that she would become a celibate. From her tower she could see the trolls castle; it was a constant reminder of his presence in her world and that presence sickened her. One day she noticed a cadre of dragoons carrying a banner belonging to the sheriff. The dragoons drug the troll out of his castle without the benefit of his armor. Everyone saw him for what he was, and while he was in the dungeon they pillaged his castle and then burned it to the ground, but even this could not cheer up Off White.

She came to believe that the only truly dark princes were those found on bookshelves and in romance novels. It was during this time that she began to get messages from a well known but much older Dark Prince from a realm far away. He told her that she was indeed a princess to be loved and trained and to not give up. She read his words and refuted them, but she could not deny his tenacity. He vowed to take her from the tower, so she shook the 8 ball and it said, “The future is promising”. She wrote back to the Older Dark Prince; her message was clear, “We’ll see”. To be continued we hope………..

Posted at 10:51 am by BondageMaster

August 21, 2005   08:47 PM PDT
I agree with Anjelle. A fantastic cautionary tale. :)
August 16, 2005   08:26 AM PDT
Thank you all, a special thanks to Becca/ML for allowing Me to use creative license with regards to a very personal journey. the link to her page got screwed up by one http:// too many. The actual link is
http:/ and her read/experience is something I recommend to everyone, but in particular those women who would embark on a similar journey.

You will find the factual account of the events I used in her archives, beginning in July 2004.
August 15, 2005   03:22 PM PDT
Vaguely familiar. I only wish that the Dwarves were quite so hot...

You spent quite a long time researching, writing and adding the artwork. I wish that I did believe in fairy tales and "happily ever after" but alas, this girl is a little too realistic.

Thank you again for making me smile and I find it quite flattering and special. I'm lucky to have inspired your creativity in such a delightful avenue.
August 15, 2005   12:41 PM PDT
Educational AND a good read.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.

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

Conjuring Adonis I
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Dream Lover I
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The Libertine of Libby Part 5
The Libertine of Libby Part 6
The Libertine of Libby Part 7
The Libertine of Libby Part 8
The Libertine of Libby Part 9
The Libertine of Libby Part 10 (Last Chapter)

j's Seduction
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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

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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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