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

Friday, September 02, 2005
Breakfast With A Twist

**I've re-titled this entry 5 times and may yet again I doubt that you will find this on the menu at the local Denny's. Let's just say,I was inspired.

It all began with a simple question. I said, "How do you feel this morning?"

She said, "I feel like toast."

From that point on my mind (in all its perverted glory) took over. I said, "Come with Me" and led her to the play room. After entering I said, "Strip!" She looked at Me and frowned.

"Do I have to? I told you I feel toasted." she complained, but I nodded My head and she knew hers was only to obey. Had she said "No" I would have respected it (then), but made up for it later and I think she was aware of that. Once she had removed her panties and bra, I led her to the cross and while facing Me restrained her wrists and ankles using leather straps, which were at first wrapped around each extremity snuggly and then fastened to an O-ring. The whole time she let her eyes follow Me trying to figure out what was on My deviant mind. Once she was secure I said, "I'll be right back" and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked, with a bit of a concern in her voice. She knew everything I normally used was in that room. Whips, floggers, knives, needles and a variety of dildos, vibes, beads, chains, ropes, gags and the list went on. I very seldom left the room and when I did, I always brought back some new deviant device to use on her.

"I'll be back in a minute, I need to get some things", I told her and left. I knew in my heart that her mind would start anticipating my re-entry into the room from that second on. On My way down the hall I flipped the A/C off and noted the temp was 80 degrees. I went to the kitchen and began going through the refrigerator. I grabbed a picnic basket and a jar of honey from the pantry and loaded the items from the fridge into it. I started laughing to Myself as I gathered up My goodies and headed back to the playroom. In My mind I saw a new cooking show, starring the Demented Dom and smiled. As I passed the thermostat the temp read 86. Before entering the room I wiped the smile from My face and assumed an air of purpose.

Her eyes widened as I walked over to the cross with the picnic basket and she asked if we were going to have a picnic. I told her I was and that she was going to be My “feast de (no) resistance”. I reached in the basket and pulled out the oilcloth picnic blanket we use and spread it over the bed in the room.

The room was getting hot and stuffy and she commented about it. “Shhh”, I said with a finger to My mouth; I’m cooking. I could see beads of sweat forming on her tanned breasts and begin to trickle down the sides. Again I left the room, while she protested the heat. This time I went to our bedroom and removed My clothes, then donned a picnic apron that read “Talking to the cook, is a good way to get your Buns Toasted”.

When I re-entered the room she broke out laughing. I gave her a stern look and reminded her, “In this scenario, you are the one getting grilled, so I wouldn’t get too jovial”. She stifled her smirk, cast her eyes downward to avoid My stare and said, “yes Sir, I’ve always considered you a Master chef and envied the food for the way you handled it.”

“Good girl” I replied.

I reached into the basket and brought out a stick of butter, then went to My knives and selected one to cut away a pat. I watched her as she watched every move I made. I took the thinly cut pat of butter and placed it on her left breast amongst the beads of sweat and watched as the heat from her body began to soften it. “Excellent” I said as I put the knife to the pat and started to press and smear it into her flesh. The butter went from opaque to clear as her body heated it. As the knife neared her nipple, I watched it harden for Me. I moved the knife back and forth over that breast, as anyone would buttering their toast; each time just barely touching the sharp edge against her nipple. Her eyes were glued to My hand and the knife as I repeated the same steps with her other breast.

The room was growing hotter as was her body. The sweat glistened as it mingled with the butter and began trailing over her body. I took the softened cube of butter and squeezed it in My hand and then rubbed My hands together. I brought them to the hot undersides of her breasts and started massaging the butter into her. Soon I was smearing it over her belly and just glazing her pussy as I continued down. I kneaded the butter into her thighs the way a baker kneads bread dough and felt her body responding to my touch. When I was done, her body shined. I took another cube of butter out and set it on the table next to the bed.

I returned to the basket and this time pulled a jar of strawberry preserves from it. I dipped one finger in it and put it to her mouth. She immediately sucked My finger into her parted lips and bobbed her head on it, as if it were My cock and she was feeding on My cum. I withdrew the finger and said, “Be good”. I took the clean finger and dipped it into her very wet and very buttery cunt. I raised it to My lips and tasted her; “good, but it needs something” I told her. I took two fingers and dipped them back into the preserves, then began rubbing them into her very hard nipples. I pressed My fingers into each nipple and then pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I squeezed the preserves into them, she responded. Her knees buckled from the pain and pleasure and she breathed out a soft moan, but I just continued squeezing and twisting as if I was trying to make the preserves fill each sweet pore.

I let her clean My fingers again and this time dipped two fingers into her wetness as My thumb massaged the butter into her clit. She pressed her body against My probing fingers and strained to allow them deeper penetration. I rubbed as she came and then tasted her buttery sweet cum. “No. It still needs something” I told her and returned to My basket.

I brought out a wedge of cantaloupe and held it against her chest just above her breasts as I took My knife and separated the fruit’s skin from its flesh. Then I put the flesh on her right breast so that the tip of the wedge touched her nipple and then starting at the top, drew the knife down so that the point was dragging along her skin; only to touch the nipple as I finished. As the knife was drawn down, she bought her head back and her breast forward to receive the tip. I removed the meat, which was dripping its sweet juices down her breast and over the thin scratch marks the blade had left. I took one of the thin slices and slowly bought it up between the lips of her pussy and then up to my lips and sucked on it. I bit down slowly letting the juices flow down My beard and then dipped it in between those lovely wet lips again. This time when I finished my bite, I brought My mouth close to hers; “succulent” I whispered, “would you like a taste, My love”

She nodded her head and said, “Yes Sir, I have been getting quite hungry for something tasty in my mouth.” I brought the remaining bite up through her lips (dipping a bit deeper) and then to her waiting mouth. She sucked the fruit from My fingers and then the juices from them. I took three fingers and brought them into her crack as she strained to spread her legs even further. I could feel her press her weight down on My hand as she rocked back and forth and I pressed my thumb against her clit. She rocked harder and faster and I felt her quiver as she once again came on My fingers. I brought them, almost dripping with her juices, to My mouth and sucked her sweetness from them. “Better, but I want more.” I told her and then scooped up the remaining wedge of fruit and dropped down to My knees.

I brought the wedge to her pussy and slowly eased the 8” wedge in as she lowered herself down. The only thing showing was the bright orange tip, like a light in a tunnel. I pressed My mouth against her pussy and sucked the tip into it. With My face firm against her flesh I bit off a piece and ate it. I brought the next piece in as I slid My tongue under it, sucking as much of her fluids in with the fruit as I could. I pressed My mouth against her mons so she could feel the chewing motion and went back yet again. With each bite she became wetter and I could feel her pressing back. I drew the last piece in finished it and then drew her clit in just as if it were another bite. I sucked on her clit and probed her with my fingers as she came; My mouth was flooded with the nectar of the fruit that had remained in her, along with her own nectar. I took all that she had to give and then rose and parted the lips of her mouth with My tongue. She drew it in as she had My fingers and began to suck all of the sweetness from it. When I pulled it back I smiled and said, “See how succulent you are, but I think we can do better.

When I returned to the basket, I pulled out the honey and the honey dipper with its large rounded wooden end, resplendent with ridges. I dipped it into the honey jar and with one swift motion into her. Her eyes widened. I kept the honey dipper deep in her, bringing it in and out in thrust that caused its stem and my fingers to rub against her clit. I moved faster and faster and she tried to control herself, but knew she couldn’t. Her face flushed as she came and then came again. I brought the honey dipper to My mouth and took the honey from it. “ I know what this needs”. I said as I lifted the apron and pressed My cock against her pussy. “What do you think?” I asked.

“Yes Sir, please. I want you to dip yourself in me”, she said, almost begging for my cock. I released the straps from the O-rings and had her bend over the oilcloth covered bed. I pushed My swollen cock into her honey soaked pussy and began fucking her with hard deliberate thrust. I could feel coming closer to My own climax with each thrust and when I was just at hat point I pulled out, spun her around forcing her to her knees as I pushed My cock into her mouth. She sucked on me like a hungry bear trying to get the honey from a hive and when I couldn’t control it any longer, I gave it to her. She drank Me in and took all that remained, then she licked the honey from My balls while drawing them into her mouth.

When I couldn’t take the sensation any longer, I laid her across the bed with her feet on the ground. I licked and sucked the honey from her pussy as she came in My mouth once again. She was exhausted by the time I had finished. I helped her onto the bed and said, “That my love is the way toast should be prepared. How do you feel now?”

She smiled and said, “Like a muffin, Sir”. As I rolled her onto her tummy and fastened the straps to the bedpost, she didn’t say a word. I took the butter from the nightstand and picked up the knife. I cut another pat and placed it on the small of her back and brought the knife to it. I let the knife glide over her beautiful ass and said, “I’m glad you said that My love. You see, I also know how to serve sweet buns.” The butter melted and as it did, seeped down between her cheeks........

Posted at 07:02 pm by BondageMaster

April 17, 2006   10:55 AM PDT
holy cow! I guess i need to go to the grocery store for cantaloupe and a honey dipper! Wow wow wow!
What happens at lunch and dinner? LOL
that Bienville woman
February 6, 2006   11:38 PM PST
Oh, Nic...I am hungry! How do you serve a midnight snack?
September 23, 2005   03:01 PM PDT
I'm going to make a deliberate trip to my local Denny's and DEMAND that they update their menu. :) and sex, Goddess that's an intoxicating combination. And more to your credit mon cherie, I absolutely HATE cantaloupe, but....I'm reconsidering that view. Seriously.
My Name is...Dirt
September 16, 2005   06:20 PM PDT
What an interesting story. I guess it's a good thing I didn't say I felt like chop suey...
September 10, 2005   07:03 PM PDT
Delicious! What an exquisite breakfast ;-)

Very nice indeed.


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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.

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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.

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