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

Thursday, August 18, 2005
Shaking the family Tree Chapter 2


Chapter 2

The Drama / Comedy Continues

When the brothers were 20 Zeus stirred the pot and their paths were set. Their father Phillip was on his way to the celebration of his daughter's marriage to his wife's brother (an older man with a taste for his nieces virgin blood) when he was assassinated by one of his officers. Alexander was presented to the army as the new king. Dominicus had grown into an accomplished lover as taught by the women of the brothel of Aphrodite. He knew of his relationship with Alexander and knew that he would never be recognized by his father, but none the less Phillip made sure that Dominicus inherited land and money on his death. The land that he was given was in what is today Portugal. He was made a governor by decree on the day of his mothers death which coincided with the death of Phillip II.

br> Dominicus had suffered twice the loss of his brother and was now being sent to a strange land. To help him make the adjustment he moved the brothel and its staff of well rounded whores to his new home in Lusitania (that portion of the western Iberian Peninsula known today as Portugal). As Alexander went about the assassination of anyone (family members included) who was thought to be a threat to him, the name of Dominicus of Santorini came up. Like Dominicus, Alexander knew of the relationship between himself and the son of the whore Lydia. He also knew of the inheritance his father had left to Dominicus, but wasn't really concerned, for Dominicus was the son of a whore and Lusitania was a distant post. None the less, in order that he feel completely at ease Alexander decided to make Dominicus's appointment official in person. He ordered Dominicus to Athens so that he might receive the proclamation and the staff that accompanied the post of "Governor".

Dominicus selected three of his most beautiful and most talented whores to accompany him on the journey. Though these women were common in every respect, they were exceptional to the eye, and dressed in robes with golden braid could almost pass as Goddesses. In his trunks he brought fragrant oils and gifts for his half brother as tribute and thanks. He also brought some crude toys for the girls to use to keep the Great Alexander amused. They arrived in Athens and were shown to Alexander who greeted Dominicus as a stranger and a curiosity. Alexander could see his fathers face in Dominicus as-well-as his own. Dominicus saw in Alexander what he might have become had he been legal, but neither man saw threat nor fear in the other.

That night there was a feast in Alexander’s tent. It was attended only by the brothers and whores, for Alexander wanted to talk openly and not have to worry about would be conspirators and assassins. In many ways he envied his fathers bastard for not being a target. He chose his words as he spoke to Dominicus, to try and determine Dominicus's loyalty. Dominicus showed gratitude, humility, loyalty and an uneasy feeling about politics; at one point looking at Alexander he said," I would rather be me than you, for being responsible for the world is an awesome task that can only be handled by The Great Alexander or Zeus." That satisfied Alexander's curiosity and so he relaxed and began to enjoy the celebration and his guest.

The wine flowed freely and for the first time in a very long time Alexander was not the ruler of the known world, but a young man enjoying himself. Dominicus had the whores become naked and suggested games they should play. The first was wrestling, he told them to coat themselves with oil and to begin wrestling with sincerity. These women knew exactly what they were to do and that was to put on the most erotic exhibition that they could to impress the emperor. The women had been named for Goddesses ( a custom for the Brothel of Aphrodite, to let its clientele feel that there time was spent well), the three attending Dominicus and Alexander were Athene, Eos and Hera (Hera being the most experienced in his stable). Eos was a Nubian with dark chocolate skin, Hera had red hair and was fair, brought to his mother when she was a teen that had been captured in Crete, Athene had blonde hair and had been taken from the Celts as a young girl, now at 18 she was muscular and well developed. The three began rubbing oil on their bodies, assisting each other to get those hard to reach spots. Once done they began.

It was a most enticing sight, watching these three beauties with glistening skin as they grabbed and struggled to hold on to each other. Though it was only play they showed the same intensity that Alexander’s warriors did. Alexander watched the women while Dominicus watch both the women and his brother, trying to determine which one he favored. Alexander’s eyes were wide as he watched the combat and cheered them on but he showed no sign of favoring one over the other, nor did he appear to be aroused by what he saw. In the end , Eos the Nubian and Athene were struggling for the prize while Hera left to bathe and become more presentable to her Masters. The Nubian eventually had the blonde on her back and was seated on top of her; exhausted Athene surrendered. Eos smiled and then leaned down and kissed her vanquished sister, who responded in kid wrapping herself around the brown skinned beauty, not in combat but in a passionate embrace. Hera returned and brought in the small trunk with the toys. she put it down next to Dominicus and told the other two women to go ready themselves. As they left Hera again removed her robe, exposing her amble breast and well formed body.

Alexander looked at the woman who was well older than he and his brother. Dominicus explained that she had been his mother’s favorite and how she had made him a man at 12 one night as he conquered the Siren queen. He told his brother that he had brought them for both entertainment and to satiate any desire that might arise during the night. Alexander nodded in approval and laid back on his pillows as Hera poured more wine and attended the men. She suggested that they relax themselves while waiting for her sisters, and that she would massage them into a state of ecstasy. The men removed there tunics leaving only their loincloths on and positioned themselves side by side on their pillows. Laying there side by side, Hera could see a resemblance in the two young men. Both were dark, both were muscular, the same height and general body build, but Alexander had a softer boyish face, while Dominicus sported a beard and was more tasseled in his appearance.

She began rubbing the oil on Alexander’s shoulders. His muscles were tight and as he lay there she could feel him begin to relax. He looked at his brother and said, “I envy you, this woman could conquer an army with her touch”. Dominicus asked if he could make a present of her to keep the Emperor company on the battlefield but Alexander replied “No, she is not a warrior and that is what battlefields are for”. As Hera massaged Alexander, Eos entered and removed her robe, Hera directed her to Dominicus and she began massaging him. This wasn’t the first time she had done this nor the hundredth, he often had her rub his body and more often than not ended the massage by mounting her and pleasuring himself with the dark beauty. Maybe later this would happen again but for the moment she would massage and excite him.

The two men laid there, drank wine and let their bodies relax waiting for Athene to return and when she did Alexander rose half way off his pillow. When Athene parted the curtain she was dressed in Greek battle dress and carried a lance and shield. Alexander’s first thought was it was an assassination attempt but his brother and Hera swore before Zeus that it was for entertainment. Without hesitation Athene laid down her shield and lance and went to Eos grabbing her by the wrist. The Nubian feigned fear and put up a mock struggle as she was dragged across tent to a post used for support. Once there she was made to bend at the waist and grab the post, Athene bound her hands to the post with leather straps and then stood behind rubbing her hands over her prisoner. She went to the trunk that sat next to Dominicus and took out a flogger made of deerskin. She began flogging her prisoner demanding that she submit to her and fulfill her desires. The Nubian protested and was lashed repeatedly; finally she screamed, “YES, ANYTHING! I will do as you wish”.

The warrior threw off her helmet and let her leather breast plate fall to the ground; she stood now with her bare supple breast wearing only an oversized loincloth. When she released the loincloth she revealed a large cock (formerly that of a donkey, long since cured and made into a prosthetic device attached by leather straps). The large cock had been lubricated with lard, and after several theatrical moves Eos was penetrated. The brown skinned woman at first struggled and then as the warrior Goddess pressed in and out of her began to move with her. She moaned and screamed as Hera and the two men watched and waited. The warrior increased her strokes and the Nubian’s knuckles became almost white as she grasped the pole; she brought her head up and back and then down again as she pushed her rounded ass back. Suddenly in a scream that brought the guards in she came. The startled guards left immediately as the woman restrained to the pole shook and wiggled her ass against the warrior’s body.

Dominicus and Hera began to applaud the performance and looked over to see Alexander in awe; he joined the others in applauding, but was very excited. Dominicus suggested that he would like to retire and asked if the Emperor might like the women to remain, “Only the Warrior Goddess” was his response. Hera, Eos and Dominicus returned to their tent, leaving Athene, Alexander and the strap-on behind. The next morning Athene returned, she had several new bruises on her body as-well-as scratches. “Rough night, Love”, Dominicus asked. “Interesting night”, was her only response. The three packed their belongings, said their farewells to Alexander and returned to their ship for passage back to home.

When they reached Santorini, Dominicus closed the brothel. The women packed their belongings and the all that bedecked the walls/floors and shelves of the brothel. When he set sail for Lusitania he did so with a household of 45 women. When they reached their new home, it was already prepared for them. Alexander had sent people who filled the baskets and pantries with dried goods, fruits, vegetables and oils. He had made sure that the governor’s palace was well staffed and that no want had gone undetected. There were quarters for the 45 women and another for Dominicus. Alexander had done one more magnanimous thing; he had started construction on a new Brothel adjacent to the palace.

Nine months following the trip to Athens, the three companions each delivered a son to Dominicus. As sure as he was that the sons of Hera and Eos were his, he was unsure regarding the son of Athene. Athene ‘s son was his as well she told him, for she and Alexander had never played in that way. She told Dominicus that after he, Hera and Eos had left, that the emperor began to ply her with wine as he himself drank. When she suggested removing the phallus, he said no. As she became more intoxicated he approached her from the back and began rubbing her back, shoulders and breasts. He then took her to the poll where she had bound Eos and bound her with the same straps. He whipped her with his riding crop and eventually covered his cock (much smaller than the donkey’s) with lanolin and slid it into her ass. He slowly began to hump her and as he did he reached around and began stroking the donkeys cock.. After he came, he released her and knelt before her where he sucked on the oversized cock. Athene began to sober immediately and realized what she would have to do. When the emperor stood he turned and grasped the pole leaning forward; Athene lubricated the cock and slowly inserted it into his ass. She began to hump him just as he had her, while reaching around and stroking his cock. It didn’t take long before the emperor released a second stream of warm cum into the air. She grasped his cock tightly and milked every drop from him. You see Dominicus he never planted his seed in me, only you had.

Dominicus was now the proud father of a Nubian bastard, a Celt bastard and a Cretan bastard. He would eventually sire at least one son by every woman in his brothel and he named each Dominicus. There were a number of girls conceived as well. They were raised and trained from an early age to serve a Master and when old enough were sold or given to men of influence and power in both the region and in the empire. In this manner Dominicus secured his future and the futures of his children. As he grew older he began releasing the women. He sent Hera and her son Dominicus back to Crete with wealth enough to have a home and land. Eos returned with her son Dominicus to the dark continent to join her family also with wealth enough so that they would never want. Each mother and son had departed by the time Dominicus the Debaucher of Santorini drew his last breath. On that occasion he was an older man in his 70’s (it was believed) and yet sexually quite active. He had a young virgin brought to him, she was just barely out of her childhood (in her early teens) and was given to him as a gift by a friend who had just returned from India. She had dark skin and large almond shaped eyes. Though she had never been touched by a man, she had been schooled in the ways of the Kama Sutra. She understood more about men, sex and pleasure than most of the women that had been his whores and to serve him was her destiny.

On the day of his death he was invigorated with herbs and potions. She came out in her native attire and danced the Dance of the Seven Veils. With each veil she exposed a little more of herself until she was bare before him. She laid him down on his pillows and removed his tunic. Though he was old his body was still that of a younger man. She grasped his penis in her hand and put her mouth to it. As she began to suck like an infant at a milky teat, his cock came alive in her mouth. Never in his life had he experience anything like the things she was doing with her lips, throat and tongue. She could taste his precum and knew the time had come to give up her virginity. She seated herself over him and slowly lowered herself down feeling her hymen break in one painful second and the flow of blood as it was released onto him. Everything that she had been taught came to her and she used those skills to maintain his erection and their passion longer than he had as a younger man. he gazed into those almond eyes and was mesmerized. She squeezed his cock with her muscles in a way that almost felt like it was being milked and when after hours he finally came she felt the reward of her work. His hot cum filled her and when she removed herself from him she tightened those muscles so as not to lose a drop.

She removed herself to get water to bathe her Master and when she returned began washing the virgin blood from his hips and then his cock which was now just a shriveled memory. When she was done, she dressed and knelt beside him. He motioned to his secretary ( a young man named Dominicus) who brought him a small chest. He opened the chest and showed her the contents which consisted of gold coins and a papyrus scroll. He opened the scroll and read it to her; it was a proclamation making her his wife and telling all as such that she was protected by his house and the House of Alexander the Great (long since deceased). “The fortune in here will make you a wealthy woman in your native home. You will have a son I believe and he will be a great man for he is the last of my line. and that of Alexander (who had never had a son of his own, for it was well known he preferred boys to girls, unless of course they wore strap-ons).”. With that he sent her to a boat waiting to take her home.

He turned to the secretary and said, “Your mother died in childbirth, she was a Jew and was given to me by one of Alexander’s generals who became the ruler of Egypt. I shall send you to Egypt with gold and an introduction to Ptolemy, known as the Pharaoh Ptolemy I Soter. He will become your mentor and see that you are well provided for. He sent the boy to the docks and closed his eyes.

Dominicus had almost as profound an affect on the world as his more famous half brother. His sons had sons and in a few generations that affect was being felt. The first to become recognized was not named Dominicus however. The woman from Indian returned home and was given a son that she named Govinda Sidhartha. He was raised as nobility, but as a young man wondered what existed outside of the palace gate. He left the palace and the wealth and became a seeker of the way. He channeled his fathers sexual energy into a cerebral energy and one day under the Bodhi tree became enlightened as had the Buddha in 566. Sidhartha became a celebrated figure and a Guru to to the Sultan and Sultana. He was given free access to the harem as a spritual advisor and lived in a stated of cerebral-sexual bliss for the remainder of his life.

Posted at 03:34 pm by BondageMaster

August 19, 2005   03:43 PM PDT
It is My bloodline, a family curse/blessing. I only hope I can make as many happy, as My notorius predecessors have.
August 19, 2005   09:53 AM PDT
Wondering if there is any correlation b/w the character Dominicus and the Nic we all know?

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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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