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

Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Mon Couer's Papillon (My Heart's Butterfly)

The butterfly returned yet again today and she closed her eyes and was with another. Her mind searched for the time it began; the first time the butterfly had brought its gift. It had been years, but how many. “Was it that day………yes that was it” she thought. “That day in June on the last day of my holiday in Saint Malo on France’s Côte d'Émeraude (Emerald Coast).” On that day Renee had gone off alone, leaving the tourist group and their guide; she had found an uninhabited beach, where she could lay nude absorbing the sun’s energy and heat. It was on that day that the butterfly first appeared to her. There was a crop of sea grass with a few flowers not far from her and she saw the multi-colored butterfly, flying just above them. It lit on each flower and extended its curled proboscis into the heart of the flower to absorb its nectar.

The butterfly finished with the flowers, but instead of flying off; came towards Renee. It circled as she watched while lying very still and then lit upon her left breast. Amazed; she laid there as it turned towards her moist cleavage extending its proboscis down between her breast. She felt nothing at first and then she felt something touch her heart. There was no pain involved; instead it was almost intoxicating. She laid there with her thoughts swimming and heard a small voice, “What is your heart’s desire” it said. Without hesitation and without moving her lips, she felt herself respond “Love and Passion”. Within the next heartbeat, he was there beside her; the one she had seen, had dreamt of was there embracing her on the beach.

A day earlier Renee had gone on another of the many planned field trips with the rest of her tourist group. Her holiday on France’s Emerald Coast was drawing to an end and as she sat there she wondered why they were always isolated from the general populace, why they were herded like sheep from shop to shop, attraction to attraction. She sat and looked across the café and found a couple sitting and talking at a small table. She watched them shamelessly and tried to make out what was being said; fabricating what she could not hear.

The man was in his mid to late 30’s and looked like a character in a romance novel or soap opera. He had Raven black hair and steel blue eyes. He was dark from hours in the sun (“He has a yacht” she thought) and must have stood over 6’4”. She had no idea what was under his shirt and blazer, nor in his pants, but let her imagination run wild until she had a vivid image and she was highly impressed and aroused. The woman looked like an Italian model that Renee had seen in a magazine; she had full lips and the perfect body. They were one of those couples that drew attention and they had hers.

At first they seemed to be in love; holding hands while they talked, but suddenly the conversation grew tense and the woman started yelling and then ran off. The man stood trying to call her back, but was ignored. He realized that they had made a scene and scanned the café to see if anyone had noticed. In a fleeting second his eyes made contact with Renee’s and then were gone again. He laid money down on the table and then walked away, but he remained in her mind the rest of the day and that night he entered her sleep.

In the dream she was on a beach and she saw him approaching. He had on light khaki pants and a white shirt that was open, exposing his dark flesh beneath it. He walked through the sand up to her and then wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him forcibly. His other hand was wrapped in her hair as he forced her lips to his. She felt herself surrender as if drugged while he explored her body. Her alarm took her from him and the moisture between her legs made her realize the affect the dream had on her. She got out of bed and could not shake his presence in her mind and was determined not to spend the day watching other couples at café tables. Instead she decided to go to the beach and enjoy that last day.

Now as if having been granted a wish by a generous “Genie”, she found herself naked in his arms. He took her head as he had in the dream and kissed her; again she surrendered. Her imagination had not failed her; his body was muscular, but not over developed. His arms were strong and his kisses intoxicating; she was swept away responding to his touch the way an instrument responds to a virtuoso. His hands explored her and found her wetness then guided her hand to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it; and began to pull as if trying to milk a large thick teat. Soon she let her fingers slide up to the tip and smear the pre-cum she found there in small circles around its opening, only to take the remainder to her tongue.

Her pussy was his to play with and as she milked his cock, he brought his fingers down to her lips and parted them. He gently rubbed his finger between them and massaged her clit until she came and then he pulled her up on top of his body. There were no words, it was all said with their eyes. She did, as she knew he expected through his look. She raised herself up slowly and just as slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She shivered with pleasure as she felt the thickness of it enter her and then began rocking as it swelled even more. It was as if she was riding a stallion and its power and motions were driving her to push it harder. Her orgasms came faster and harder, while he remained in control of both of their bodies.

As she rode him, he rolled her over and pinned her to the blanket. He restrained her  wrists with his hands and spread her legs with his own. She felt his thrust become harder and came yet again as his body slapped against hers. She had no concept of time, there was no thought as to what was happening or how it came to be; there was only the rapture as her body heaved in orgasm after orgasm and then it was as if her mind went to another place. She felt the electricity in her body as every nerve became awake and soon it made no difference whether it was her clit or her arm that was being touched because the response was the same.

She didn’t know when he removed himself from her, or even whether he had cum. She opened her eyes and looked up at the blue sky. She was aware of the waves as they lapped at the beach and the call of an occasional gull. Her legs were spread still and the thick sweet syrup remained on her thighs. She turned her head toward the sea grass and saw the butterfly above it coming towards her. This time it landed on her clit hood and dipped its proboscis into her wet pussy. Again she felt nothing and then she felt a tongue licking at her clit sucking her juices up. The little voice said, “You are a very tasty flower and I will return.” “and you will be welcomed when you do, little butterfly”  she responded.

Renee never left St. Malo except to gather her belongings and quit her job. She returned and opened a little shop called “The Butterfly” and sold trinkets to the tourist on holiday. Every day she would return to the beach and layout her blanket, and position herself on it. Everyday the butterfly would sip at her cleavage and ask what she desired and everyday she would describe someone who she had seen and desired; never was she disappointed.

Posted at 03:03 pm by BondageMaster

December 28, 2005   05:58 AM PST
Mon coeur ... mon papillon... mon coeur ...

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a submissive woman.

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