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 1

Shaking the Family Tree (A Shaking the Family Tree (A Geneology, A tale of Generations)

Origins: Chapter 1

Late in July in the year 356 BC, on the same day on which the famous Temple of Artemis at Ephesus was destroyed by fire, two male children were born to Phillip II of Macedon. In Pella (Macedonia), Alexandros III was born; his mother was Olympias said to be descended from Achilles. She was of the cults of Dionysos and Orpheus and was a very vindictive soul.

The second son was born on the isle of Paros in the province of Santorini, his mother was Lydia (a well versed whore of the nobility) said to be descended from Hades. She was initiated into the cults of Eos and Ares and was known to by all to be Phillip II's greatest love. Unfortunately Phillip was married to Olmpius and he could never openly acknowledge his love for Lydia nor their bastard son Dominicus.

Dominicus had two great loves; his first was for the sea. Having grown up on an Island it was only natural for him to learn how to sail. Homer had visited the brothel on many occasions and had told him stories about Ulysses and the Odyssey. As a child he would have the prostitutes of the brothel pretend to be Sirens; at night they would call to him and try to seduce him. On other occasions they would be Amazon warriors and would capture him. As he matured he fantasized about having a great fleet and conquering the Queen of the Amazons, something his brother could and would never do. It was his destiny to follow in Ulysses' sandals.

His second love was more animal, he loved women. By the time he was 15 he had bedded every whore in the brothel with the exception of his mother. he had grown up playing with these women or shall it be said as he grew they played with him. First they nursed him, he was familiar with all of the older whore's tits. It was an international experience, there were women from all over the (then) known world. So when hungry, he might find a Persian woman or an Asian woman and his favorite a Nubian woman with large full breast and nipples that brought a treat to his mouth. He never went without and since there was no one to prevent him, he continued to suckle at their breast until he was seven years old.

When he was in need of playmates they would come to his room. They laid on pillows about the room which were supposed to be the rocks off the coast. They would become Sirens calling to him as he sailed his bed through this pretend sea. It was shortly after his 12th birthday that one of the Sirens was successful in luring him to her rock. Her perfume was exotic and intoxicated him. Her gown was open exposing her breast; he had the desire once again to feed but not for the milk, this time he just wanted her breast. She laid back as he brought his lips to her nipple, and as he began to suck her eyes widened. She had had this experience with men , she could feel his desire and his hunger. As he sucked his right hand kneaded her left breast; she gently took his free hand and brought it down to her pussy. He had never ventured there before and felt the soft pubic hair that covered the area. At first he simply stroked it as if it were a cat, but then he realized the flesh beneath was split and that there was a wetness there. He brought his fingers down inside of her and felt her hot moist pussy. She opened her legs wider. He brought his hand to his mouth and tasted her and smelled the scented (from cleaning after her last client) fluid. It was like a drug and he had to have it so he eased himself down her body as she parted her legs to welcome him. She put her hand on the back of his head and guided his to her honey pot and like a young bear he began to feed. As she began to cum and her pussy filled he became even more aggressive with his feeding. After having more climaxes than she had ever experienced with a lover or client she pried him away from his feast.

He sat back dazed and confused with her juices surrounding his mouth and literally dripping from his chin. When he sat back the whore noticed his erection. She summoned two of the others over to look at him. Though only 12 his cock was that of a fully grown, well endowed man. His erection was firm and there was a pearl of precum showing at the tip of his foreskin. She had the other girls lay him back and had each hold a hand as they stoked his head and body. The first whore told him that as he had pleased her that she would now give him the same pleasure. She grasped his hard cock and pulled the foreskin back. The pearl of precum was actually a drop from a pool that covered the head of his penis. First she kissed the head and capture the fluid and then she began to take the whole thing into her mouth. His eyes widened as her warm mouth engulfed his virgin cock. He looked up at the two holding him and they smiled. "It is OK, she will not bite it off", one told him. "Do you like it?", the other asked and he simply nodded. As her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, he marveled at how her lips and tongue surrounded it. He felt so large and he felt her tongue as it cupped his cock.

His arousal had lasted a good half hour as she slowly sucked. She had decided that if she was to pluck this flower that she would show him even more as she welcomed him into manhood. She looked at the women holding his hands and smiled; they instinctively knew her thoughts and plan. Dominicus laid there with his head on one whores lap as the other said, "It is time for this sailor to be taken." He looked at the one who had been sucking on him and watched as she removed her gown and revealed her nicely fleshed body. The whore in whose lap he rested now took both of his hands as the other moved to grasp his feet. The one who had sucked on him brought her body over his and slowly lowered her wet pussy onto his erect cock. Dominicus closes his eyes and experienced everything from the first penetration to the wetness from within. Once she was down on him she began to ungulate. She rotated her hips as the tip of his cock found her g-spot. With this she began to work him more, almost as if she was milking him from within. The alum douche she used regularly had kept her tight and she could flex each muscle within so her grasp on him was complete. She moved on him rhythmically and could feel her climaxes as they built and came . Dominicus with eyes closed was in another place and time. He felt each sensation. He felt her grasping him and each orgasm she had. He also felt a the immensity of his cock as it almost hurt being so large and he felt and unexplainable feeling just below his stomach extending into his whole groin.

He heard the whore moan and writhed with her. She looked to the other two women and they removed their hold on him. As she slowly moved atop him she let her breast fall to his lips,; he took it for a bit and used his hands to grasp her ass and hold her tight against him. He wrapped his legs around her and slowly rolled her over so that he was now on top of her. He held her hands above her head with his hands and beckoned to the other two women. They looked at each other and smiled. They came over and took her hands and wrist as they had once taken his. "It would seem that Ulysses has now captured the Siren. He began as she had first rocking as she moved beneath him feigning a struggle. Her head turned from side to side as she pleaded for her release, but he just smiled and closed his eyes and began to press harder into her. He wanted to go deeper and began to move faster, he brought his cock almost out of her and the drove it home again slapping her thighs with his own. She felt his passion mounting and signaled the girls for her release.

They watched as this boy now man exuded more passion than any sailor or general they had ever known. They and every other whore in the brothel watched as there sister took him and his energy. The lovers wrapped each other in arms and legs. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they moved in a frenzy on the pillow and floor. With his eyes closed he felt as if a great wave had built up in his lower region and was about to crash. With his next stroke he held her wrist and with the next the wave crashed down and into her. She responded to the surge of hot cum in her and came yet again.

He gave two or three more thrust and then exhausted, laid down atop the whore turned Siren. She too laid there unable to move. Soon both became aware of giggles, laughs and taunts as they laid like two dead fish on the deck of a boat joined at the hip. "We must clean our young sailor up and put him to bed", one of the women said and the rest agreed. They took him to the sunken marble tub and led him in. The tub was for the women and was filled with a combination of water, milk and Jasmine oil. They emerged him in the tub and bathed him with their hands and soft sponges. When they were done he stood and was dried. The whore drying his legs and butt took his cock into her mouth and sucked for a minute. "yummm", she said, "Tonight I want you to capture me" Dominicus looked down at the smiling woman. It was his favorite Nubian and he responded, "I will take you in chains". She lowered her eyes and nodded.

He was taken back to his room and put in his bed. The women left the room and said "good night Ulysses, tonight you have conquered a new land, tomorrow your adventure will continue.

Posted at 03:38 pm by BondageMaster

August 19, 2005   03:38 PM PDT
Well ML actually a talented whore could keep him going past the 30 min mark or then again maybe she did not have the talent that others might have ;).

When I start on these stories, it is as if I am taking dic(pardon the pun)tation. It flows and generally there are only rewrites after spell check nails me. This is the way My mind works (scary isn't it?)
August 19, 2005   09:45 AM PDT
Even if he was Ulyssess, a 12 year old, first timer would not have lasted 30 minutes. 30 seconds...maybe. ;)

What goes through your mind (and loins) while you write this? Are you so focused on the craft that you disengage yourself from the eroticism? Do you have the story already (pardon the pun) nailed down before you begin typing?

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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.

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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 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

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The Libertine of Libby Part 6
The Libertine of Libby Part 7
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The Libertine of Libby Part 9
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When Daddy's Girl is Bad
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Please Don't Hurt Me
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My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
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Players, Pretenders and Abusers
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Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
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