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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 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







Thursday, August 18, 2005
Shaking the family Tree Chapter 5

Our Migration to a New World
It has been a while since I have updated my series about My family tree. Unfortunately I lost another Genealogist. The first  thought the challenge of researching back to the time of Alexander the Great would be a challenge and offer up new insights into the Macedonian's life; unfortunately My illustrious ancestor's whores proved him not only to be a great Macedonian King, but also a great Masochistic Queen. The poor researcher became befuddled by all of the information and turned to researching whores throughout the ages. After Chapter 2 he was useless to Me as he was spending more time in brothels than working on My family's history.

The second Genealogist was a devout Catholic. When he discovered that one of My ancestors had walked with Christ he was elated; when he discovered he was Dominicus the Demented Disciple who was responsible for deflowering Mary Magdalene's daughter (Charity) and her subsequent conversion to Hinduism, his enthusiasm waned. After finishing chapter 3 I had to work hard to get him to continue. He saw hope in the fact that the family line had St. Dominic was an ancestor; as he followed My lineage though, he found out that Dominic was no "saint" and that he had spawned a branch of the tree that led right to the door of the Marquis deSade. Realizing how corrupt the church was and how full of sodomizers and rapist My family tree was the poor fool went over the edge.  As he read about the taking of the Moorish Princess by St. Dominic's grandson, he began masturbating frequently; by the end of that Chapter he was a chronic masturbator and an agnostic.

It took a while to find another who would take on the chore of researching My demented heritage. I have now found one who is a full blown Sadist and has no qualms with anything he has found out about My family history. He recounted how many in My family came to an untimely end, either at the end of a rope or at the end of a blade. It seems that adultery was a family trait and a number of male members had died in affairs of honor (duels). This amused him given the lack of any real honor that My forefathers exhibited. His research discovered one ancestor who had sailed as the captain of the Nina’ with Christopher Columbus. That captain and his crew remained behind on Cuba as Columbus returned to Spain to report his discoveries. Unfortunately several of the remaining crew members had syphilis and ended up eradicating almost the entire native population on the island. My relative escaped to the mainland was lost to us in what would become know as Florida. Several more road over on the Mayflower, but due to their taste for flesh and debauchery, were accused of adultery and witchcraft over the coming years and were summarily executed.

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The first record of any surviving member in the New World is that of Marquis de Santos of Paris France. He booked passage for himself and 6 women on a French sailing ship called the Girondone bound for New Orleans. There were fourteen other passengers on the Girondone; they were nuns of the Ursuline Order. The passage from France to New Orleans was not easy, three storms and two beaching had many of the nuns saying their Rosary and praying for divine guidance. Fortunately the Marquis was there and found two of the young novices quite attractive and open to his offer of rum to take the chill off. As they sipped the rum and began to relax he suggested that their habits could be hung to dry and by the time they docked in the gulf in 1727 there were 8 women with the Marquis and two less nuns.

The Marquis de Santos was a son of  Count Donatien Alphonse François, who as you read in Chapter 4 had freed his mother and escaped to France. The act of freeing his mother was probably the only noble thing that the young Count ever did. Once they had established themselves in France; his mother became the mistress of Philippe II, Duc d’Orléans who became regent following the death of Louis XIV. The heir to the throne (Louis XV) was only 5 years old when his great grandfather died, so the regent was the most powerful man in France. His appetite for beauty and vivaciousness was well known, and he set aside the piety enforced by Louis XIV at Versailles. Philippe was a professed atheist who read the satirical works inside a Bible binding during mass, and liked to hold orgies on religious high holidays. He is most remembered for the debauchery he brought to Versailles and Donatien given his roots was an apt student. Donatien had a liaison with the illegitimate daughter of  Louis XIV and Marquise de Montespan giving birth to Dominic (Donatien’s birth name) Marquis de Santos.

As was the case with every bastard in My family; the young Marquis developed a taste for the pleasures that a woman’s body offered. There would be no place at court for him and his father’s mentor (Phillipe) was growing old. Dominic petitioned for some property in the Louisiana and Phillipe gave him a mansion and land just outside New Orleans. He selected 6 young women who were without virtue to share his new estate; in the tradition of the family he would establish a brothel in a place that would soon be nicknamed “The Big Easy”.

As with Dominicus the Debaucher, he enjoyed the multi-cultural flavor of women. His mistress was a Mulatto woman who indulged his every desire. There was no part of her flesh that wasn’t explored and no cavity that had not been penetrated. She was his and not to be a part of the cadre that would establish “La Bordel Orleans”.

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His chosen Madame was another Mulatto woman who was wise beyond her years. Her name was Jezebel and she had been a favorite courtesan at Versailles. Now in her mid twenties she saw no future with the ascension of Louis XV to the throne, but realized the opportunities to be had in America and knew that Dominic would indulge her. The other girls were the unwanted daughters of nobles and their mistresses. Dominic had received a stipend from each of these noblemen to keep their transgressions far removed and two former novices. They had been placed in a convent at an early age and had never experienced any other life until their encounter with the Marquis on the Girondone. Having weathered one storm and sea sickness that came with it, they were having a conflict of faith when the second storm hit. They said their rosary and prayed for divine intervention; the opportunistic Marquis listened as their prayer was being given and beckoned them into his salon. Wet from the rain, they accepted his offer. Once inside, they were given rum to sip; which (on an empty stomach) soon eliminated many inhibitions. Jezebel suggested that they remove their habits and hang them to dry; the girls hesitated but the rum had induced a euphoria and so with little coaxing the heavy garments came off.

Under the habit they wore a light, white linen garment which covered their bodies from the neck down to the ankles. The garment was made to protect their flesh from the course wool habit, but was not meant to hide the flesh beneath. In the light of the cabin their teenage bodies were easily distinguished and brought a smile to Jezebel’s face. “How old are you.” she asked. “We think, we are 17” one of the girls responded. “We were brought to the convent as orphaned sisters 10 years ago and the Mother Superior was told that we were 7 at that time.” “You were never allowed out of the convent, then?” Jezebel continued. “No Madame, we were kept inside so as not to be tempted by the pleasures of life which Satan would tempt us with.”Jezebel smiled at the two young virgins and then filled their glasses with more rum.

As the girls became more intoxicated, they allowed themselves to become more comfortable with Jezebel, the Marquis and his mistress (LaNegra). “It is such a shame that you hide your lovely bodies under those heavy robes.” LaNegra said. “Yes” Jezebel added, “Surely your nipples must be sensitive to the rubbing” and with that she cupped the breast of one of the girls whose nipples responded immediately to the touch. As if they were Siamese twins the other girl’s nipples became erect and pushed at the garment. “Look how eager they are to be touched” the Marquis said. The girls started stammering concerns like “wouldn’t that be a sin?” and “we will burn in hell for having thoughts of the flesh”, but the Marquis assured them that those thoughts were normal and that it was abnormal for a woman not to feel desire. With that he opened Lanegra’s corset and exposed her breasts and then brought his fingers to her erect nipples, soon followed by his mouth. Jezebel also opened her corset exposing her rich dark nipples.

The Marquis cupped them and then began to draw the nipples in between his teeth as LaNegra approached the awe struck girls. “You see what relief he gives us, would such pleasure be allowed if it was truly a sin?”

“But the Mother Superior told us” they responded. “She is jealous of your youth and bodies; she would have your round breast shrivel and dry up to be like hers. We will not tell her what transpires in here and you may confess later if you feel that you have sinned”

Jezebel and LaNegra approached the girls and removed their linen garments. Their firm breast and nicely rounded asses were like alabaster compared to the two mulatto women. The women caressed the two sisters and rubbed their hands over their firm bodies. The girls felt a weakness in their knees and were helped to the beds in the stateroom. The Marquis went to the first bed and knelt beside it; he leaned over the girl’s body and sucked at her nipples as her hips began to writhe on the bed. She began to moan as he bit down gently while sucking and brought his hand up her thigh to the furry patch between her legs. He lifted his head and asked, “Is this bad”, “Nooooo” she responded. “And do you think your sister would like it” he said and she responded in a whisper “Yesss”. The Marquis motioned to Jezebel to continue stimulating the aroused novice as he approached her sister who had been watching from her bed. As he approached she looked up and smiled, “You are the devil aren’t you?” “No I am a man like any other who craves the taste of a woman.” She watched as he knelt over her. She expected him to take her nipples into his mouth as he had done to her sister, but instead he parted her legs and began to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs as his hands massaged her breast and squeezed at her nipples.

His mouth was hot on her white fleshy thighs and as he approached her pussy she could feel the heat. Her cunt had become wet long before he started and as he approached; he could see the glistening crack beneath her hair. His tongue spread her lips and she began to moan. She was unaware that the other women in the room had turned their attention to the bed she was in and were watching as the Marquis brought her to her first of many orgasms. When he was done with her he returned to her sister. Jezebel and LeNegra stood aside as the Marquis feasted on her pussy and gave her the same gift that he had given to her sister. She wept as she came repeatedly and as his tongue lapped at her. “You girls are far to beautiful and tasty to waste away in a nunnery.” he told them and then said, “you ladies should taste these lovely creatures” He stood back and watched as his Mistress and Jezebel began licking the girls cunts and giving them even more orgasms.

Weakened and defenseless the girls laid on their beds. “You have a choice to make now. You may enjoy the pleasures you have just experienced or put your garments back on and return to a life of denial and guilt. If you stay, we will train, clothe and feed you. You will learn the true art of being a woman. It is up to you” the Marquis said. The girls found themselves remarkably at ease in their flesh and in the company of these people. The sisters collaborated for over an hour; they knelt in prayer and whispered between themselves. The whole time they never thought of donning a garment. “Will you tell the Mother Superior we have decided to leave the order” one asked. “It will be my pleasure” the Marquis responded. “Now let us wine and dine and celebrate your decision”

The girls had not lost their virginity for a reason; their value was increased. They would be allowed to service the richer land barons in New Orleans, but it would cost a small fortune to take a virgin nun’s hymen. Jezebel trained them personally with regard to dress and the care of their newly discovered bodies. When the time came to train them to take a cock the Marquis stepped in. He showed them the proper way to suck prolonging the orgasm and then how to let the cum flow freely down their throats. By the time they docked at the mouth of the Mississippi, the two girls were well on their way to becoming accomplished courtesans.

The Marquis made arrangements for the transport of the women and their baggage up the Mississippi. The sailors and the captain of the ship helped to lower the women to the skiffs below. As the women were placed on the lift they could not help but notice the swollen cocks of the sex starved sailors. One seaman made a remark and the captain had him whipped on the spot. The former novices watched and felt a strange feeling in the pit of their stomachs. It was neither fear, nor repulsion, but rather a strange fixation as the whip crossed the man’s back leaving welts at first and eventually a pattern of cuts. Their hearts beat faster with each lash and they knew that their pussies were becoming increasingly wet.

The trip up the river took the better part of a day. There were alligators and mosquitoes and all of the women were over heated and faint by the time they reached their destination. The mansion had 24 bedrooms and 6 rooms with copper tubs in them. The ladies were shown to their bedrooms and the baths were drawn. The servants unpacked their bags while the Marquis surveyed their new home, and its servant/slave population. He found that there were at least two more women that might be trained as well as a couple of men that could be used to satisfy those with a different need. All in all he was quite pleased. When he returned, he led Lenegra and Jezebel into yet another room where there was a much larger tub. The two women smiled and removed their clothing as the Marquis watched; when they were done they came over and removed his clothing and the three entered the giant tub of scented water. A servant brought them more hot water and Champaign. They shared cigars and drink as they bathed each other and played in the water. The two women enjoyed each other and the Marquis enjoyed them both. When they removed themselves from the tub at least one hunger had been satiated. They joined the other girls for a sumptuous meal and then retired; they were home at last.

The other girls were as I said, “the unwanted daughters of nobles and their mistresses”. They ranged in age from 18 to 23 and each had been trained by their mothers, but the mothers saw these growing beauties as threats to their own place in court; so they persuaded their respective lovers to pay the Marquis to have them removed.

Jaquline’s mother had come from Ireland and she had her mothers red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. Adelaide’s mother was from Spain and Adelaide’s black hair; olive complexion and dark eyes had filled many a young man with desire. Claire was blonde and blue eyed while Suzette was a brunette with brown eyes. The two ex-novices were Monique and Bridget, had shortly cropped black hair and blue eyes. Each girl in the brothel was beautiful, intelligent and curvaceous. They sat in the parlor wearing only brocade corsets that supported their firm breast (but did not hide them) cinched tightly and shear gowns. The ladies of La Bordel Orleans were soon to be sought after by every plantation owner and business tycoon on the Mississippi. Jezebel was the jewel of the brothel; her education looks and talent cost these men more and all felt it was worth it to be satisfied by this dark beauty.

The success of the brothel made the Marquis a very wealthy man. In his first year he doubled the number of girls working for him. He had bedded several of his servants and offered them a way to buy their freedom and they willingly accepted. Each of these ebony delights had firm full breast and nicely rounded asses. Lenegra knew of her man’s love of dark women and his Satyr like sexual appetite, so was relieved when he involved the servant girls in their tryst. Often she would prepare them; sometimes binding them to the bed in various positions that offered up their pink delights for his taking or by arousing them to climaxes as he watched and then holding their legs high and spread while they licked her cunt as he fucked them.

Jezebel used these girls to satisfy the more common clientele who could not afford the European women. They were taught how to dress and groom themselves as well as basic reading and math skills. She knew that a woman’s body might pay for her freedom, but it would take intelligence to sustain it. She maintained high standards and the women knew that to fail to meet those standards would be rewarded with severe punishment at the hand of the Marquis. It was not the servant girls that most often failed though; it was the ex-novices.

Jezebel found the two girls enjoyed playing with each other and were often not prepared when summoned for those who could afford them. She reported the behavior to the Marquis. He had her take them to the carriage house and shackle them to post. When he arrived, he found them naked and trembling. Their blue eyes fixed on the carriage whip he had in his hand as he approached them. “You have repeatedly ignored Jezebel’s order to be ready for our clients which has annoyed several of them. Since you were nuns at one time; I know you will understand the concept of atonement for your transgressions”

“We do Sir, but you needn’t beat us; we will be good girls for you!” Monique pleaded.

“You will get the punishment you deserve for past problems; it will help you to remember that there are consequences for your actions.” he told her and then began to lash her sister.

The welts on Bridget’s back and ass were red and rose up from her light skin. With the first lash there was a cry and she began begging; he lashed her again and again she cried out. With each ensuing lash she became quieter and soon began moaning, but her moans were not those of pain.

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From the day that they docked and the sailor was whipped; she had wanted to know what the pain felt like. Now she was feeling not pain, but pleasure. The Marquis approached Monique and asked if she would respond in the same way. “We are twins Sir and often share experiences.”

He examined their once virgin pussies and found them both to be very wet. “Ah I have two little pain sluts and a new attraction for our members.” He walked back behind Monique and ran his hand down her smooth back and then over her ass. He took the buggy whip and tapped the inside of her thighs, causing her to spread her legs as far as the shackles would allow. He brought his fingers up inside of her and she opened herself up to him. He stroked her clit with a finger on either side causing her to begin moaning. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall exposing his hard cock. As he brought his hands around her torso under her upraised arms he whispered “Render unto Me that which is mine” and then simultaneously began pinching her nipples and fucking her ass. She had never been taken this way and cried out. Again and again he rammed his cock into her making her cry out, but as with her sisters beating the cries became moans and culminated with several orgasms. Bridget watched and came with her sister.

Back at the main house LeNegra and Jezebel listened to the cries and assumed the two were being whipped. When the Marquis returned he told Jezebel to look after them and to change the menu; adding caning, whipping and sodomy to the novice’s list of abilities. He smiled at the two women, then took Adelaide by the hand and said, “Let’s see what new tricks you might learn My love” and then took the girl upstairs.

LeNegra developed a mental disorder as she approached her 48th birthday. She became violent and began ranting about the time the Marquis was spending with Jezebel. The Marquis assessed the situation and realized that LeNegra was demented and subject to irrational fits. This was more than he was willing to deal with, so he gave her to the owner of a seedy brothel on the waterfront. The owner would tie her to a bed whenever a ship docked and prepare her for the ships crew. This was not done without her consent, but rather with it since she knew that left to her own devices she would attach herself to a man until he was completely drained. By being restrained she knew she could be the depository of their cum and allow them to have an enjoyable fuck. The Marquis was later told that one day 10 ships were seen in port and that the line of sex starved sailors extended as far as the eye could see; LeNegra satisfied them all and literally fucked herself to death.

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The Marquis fathered a son by each of his girls and just as Dominicus had done a millennium ago released them with a handsome sum of money. Jezebel left the brothel after 10 years and went to Philadelphia, where she opened her own shop. Her son was a strong good looking boy named Dominic Santos. She educated him in one way, while her girls educated him in another. A lot was happening and his mother's brothel was a meeting place for many of the intellectuals of the day. Among her clients were Ben Franklin, Samuel Adams, and many other men who would later sign the Declaration of Independence. Some believe that this extraordinary woman influenced these men more than their wives would care to admit.

Posted at 03:07 pm by BondageMaster

Hwyl
December 24, 2006   04:37 PM PST
 
Great fun
Aspasia
August 20, 2005   10:29 PM PDT
 
LOL! I like the new part! Good job.
 

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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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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
Vlad's Next Semester
Vlad's Final Lesson
Vlad's Beginning
Vlad's Resurrection Part 1
Vlad's Resurrection Part II

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)

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Electra's Story Part 1
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Sunday's Child Part 1

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The Book
Dessert
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
StepfordSlaves
Liberation
The New Year's Party

Nocturnal Events
Nocturnal Emissions
Death
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
Misjudged
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
Beads
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
#9 - A Detective Story

Ramblings and Observations
(For those who want a piece of My mind)

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


Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
Lips
My Toy
Waiting
Daddy's Girl
Blossom
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Orgasm
Edge Play
Cocktails
This Flesh
Smoke
Eve
Illusion
Disillusion
Passion
Watching
Not Watching
Intimacy
Tango 2
Inside of You
Dreamscape
Demons
Despair
Spent
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Bound
Ladies of the Night





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


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Extreme Body Modification
(Warning some of these photos may offend, even people with twisted minds)


Links


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Peep Show Stories
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Vue du dedans
Dee Reawakening
Polyfetishist Directory
The Abyss
Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Cruci-fiction
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
PV-Comics
The Ties That Bind
Mistress Matisse's Journal
3xL : Lust, Love & Latex
Poiesia
Sensual Liberation Army
News For Perverts
The Spanking Blog
Art Of Love
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