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

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

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She sat on the park bench, feeling a bit silly. In her mid-twenties now; she had been ordered to dress as a Catholic school girl. It was kind of funny because it had been years since she was in high school, and even then it wasn’t a Catholic school so she had never worn the CFM (come fuck me) uniform that entices boys and men of any age. She had attended Hebrew school , but was asked to leave for crossing herself in the back of the class and those uniforms were anything but sexy. The memories brought a smile as she sat there in the little tartan skirt, with a white shirt (unbuttoned, revealing her cleavage), a tight blue sweater that could never be buttoned, white socks and black and white oxfords (those shoes were the cherry on top). He had told her “No panties”, so as she sat there she felt exposed to prying eyes.

She had been told what to wear, and what bench to sit on; other than that she had no idea what to expect. Nic liked to play out doors so it probably would be a play date in the park, a picnic with her pussy as the main course. She was getting a bit worried though, because he had never kept her waiting before. She looked down the trail and saw a jogger; he slowed as he passed and looked at her and then shook his head. “Pervert” she thought, “trying to look up a school girls skirt” A breeze came up and she felt it on her freshly shaved pussy, then muttered “That’s a bit brisk on the lips”.

A half an hour had gone by and he hadn’t shown, but he had told her to wait and she knew to disobey would not result in a pleasant experience. Just then two teenage boys came up to her and made some off colored remarks and then went on. A little while later a man approached her and asked if she had any change for the phone. She reached in the sweater pocket and brought out some change, and he handed her a bill; at that exact moment a vice cop came charging up flashing his badge. The man ran, but she just froze on the bench like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

“Young lady I am placing you under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be used against you.....”, “Arrested for what” she interrupted. “Prostitution, soliciting sex for money. I have been watching you for a while now and when the transaction went down between you and your john , I had you” “What the fuck are you talking about, he asked me for phone change and I gave it to him, then he gave me a dollar.” The cop looked down at the bill in her hand, “Lady that must have been a lot of change you were carrying to cover that bill” She looked at the bill in her hand and saw it wasn’t a dollar, but was a $100 dollar bill. She was dumb struck, and the guy had disappeared from sight.

“Look, it was obvious to me you were hooking. I watched you hit on the jogger, and those two boys, but figured you were out of their league. When you took the money it was a slam dunk. You should really be ashamed of yourself; I’m sure your parents raised you better than this.” She hated being lecture to and for something she hadn’t done no less. “No you look, I was there waiting for my boyfriend; he should be here any second, you can ask him.” “Lady you have been here over 45 minutes. That’s a long time to sit and wait for a date and the guy that gave you the hundred must have wanted a bit more in return than four quarters. I’m sure if I waited long enough your pimp would back up your alibi, but I’m not going to wait” He pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed one wrist while she struggled. “Stop resisting or I’ll add another charge” he told her. Once the cuffs were on he led her to his unmarked car and put her in the back seat. He got in and called the station on his radio announcing that he was transporting a hooker from the park. She sat in the back and told him he’d lose his badge for this, but the cop didn’t respond.

As they drove the car radio cracked and a voice asked if she was dressed like a school girl and the cop said “yes”. The voice at the other end said, “Don’t take her to the station; there’s a guy at the Capri Motel who claims to have been robbed by a hooker dressed as a school girl this morning. She tied him up and took his money.” “Can’t he just come in for a line-up?” the cop asked. “Not really, he’s somebody important and we need to keep this quiet. That’s why we’re not on an open channel, he’s a judge” The cop agreed to go to the motel and looked in the rear view mirror. “Shit lady you really stepped into it this time.” “What are you talking about? I’m not a hooker and I’ve never been to the Capri Motel” “I hate to say this and I know you won’t think it’s funny, but you’re going to have to tell it to the judge”

When they got to the motel, she saw a black and white squad car parked outside the apartment on the end.
It looked like a pretty sleazy place and this whole thing had gone from making her feel mad to being extremely nervous. There was a uniformed officer standing by the car and he called the cop over. They talked in hushed tones for a few minutes; looking at her in the car and then at the apartment door. The vice cop returned to his car. “Here’s the situation, the judge needs to get a look at you to determine whether you’re the whore who tied him up and robbed him. Problem is, we can’t let you see him because it would put him in a vulnerable position. We decided if we blindfolded you, then the problem would be solved.” “OK go ahead blindfold me, I have no desire to see the pervert anyway. Just get him out here, let him take his look and then take me to jail so I can call my boyfriend; who by the way just so happens to be a lawyer.” “Well you see that’s another problem, the judge can’t afford to be seen by anyone here so you will have to go into the room for the viewing.”

“You have to be out of your fucking mind, if you think I’m going to put on a blindfold and walk into some sleazy motel room, so some perverted judge who fantasizes about fucking school girls can look at me!” “Sorry lady, you can do it this way and get cleared or you can be charged with a second count that includes an assault and robbery charge. Plus you run the risk of coming up against the same judge at your time of trial. He’s a very unhappy man right now, I would imagine he’d send you away for a while. All you need to do is let him see you, I’ll be right there. OK?

She felt like she was fucked if she refused and afraid she would be fucked if she said OK. She thought about Nic, cursing him one minute for not arriving on time to prevent this and then wishing he was there to save her. She couldn’t even call him until she was booked, this was a very bad situation. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK” she thought, but then said “OK, lets get this over with and you better see to it that nothing happens to me.” “Sure lady, now step out of the car and let’s get you blindfolded” When she got out of the car the cop unlocked one cuff, so he could re-cuff her hands in front of her. He rummaged around in the trunk and found an ace bandage. “I guess this will have to do, now close your eyes” He wrapped the bandage around her head and then fastened it. She was totally in the dark and very scared as the led her away.

He led her into the room and stood her in front of the man sitting on the bed. The room was dimly lit; it smelled of cigarettes and she could only imagine what kind of people used a place like that. “Is this her judge?” the cop asked. There was whispering and then the cop said “Turn around” “What? What’s going on why do I need to turn around?” “Because he wants to be certain, he wants to see your profile so just turn around” She felt like a puppet and all the wrong people were in control of the strings. She turned as told.
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There was a long silence and more whispering. The vice cop walked her away from where she stood and said, “There’s a problem. The judge is pissed, and wants more than justice. He said if you give him what he came here for, then you could walk out of here a free woman. If you don’t fuck him he’s going to have you charged with everything and said he would make sure that you were imprisoned in a very bad place. He has a lot of power and can affect every arrest I make, not to mention my career; so I am not about to argue with him. You understand?”

“Well I understand that I’m not going to fuck your judge and when this gets out neither of you will have careers.” She was defiant on the outside, but she wanted to run on the inside. “Well since you haven’t seen the judge you can’t identify him and my arrest was based on the fact I saw you take a hundred dollars from a guy while sitting on a bench in a park frequented by prostitutes and their johns. Throw in your school girl uniform and the lack of undergarments and I can’t imagine a judge or jury not convicting you. You can make a complaint, but have no one to substantiate it. Bottom line is you are going to get fucked either way.”

She wanted to scream, but who would call the cops; they were already there. “This is rape and you know it” she said, while fighting back tears. “No you consented, I heard you. Do you think I’m going to fight with the judge, if so you’re crazy. Look he’s probably in his 70’s how long could it take, just do it” She felt the tears in her eyes, but the ace wrap just absorbed them. This was wrong and she knew it. What could she do? What would she tell Nic? “He must be frantic by now” she thought, “Maybe he called the police to report her missing, but what would he say; that he was supposed to meet his girlfriend in the park while she was dressed like a schoolgirl or worse yet a prostitute so he could fuck her in the bushes” The cop was right she was fucked or going to be.

“OK, I’ll do it but if he hurts me, I will find you and kill you. What am I supposed to do?” “Just do what he wants and when its over, I’ll drive you back to your corner. I’m going to take you over to him and then I’m going to stand outside the door.” He led her to the bed and sat her down; a second later she heard the door close. She sat and it seemed like time froze then she felt a knee at hers, making her separate them. She felt his naked legs standing between hers and a hand on her head. The hand pulled her head forward until her lips felt a cock pressing against them. She hadn’t expected this and tried to turn her head but the hand pulled her hair and force her mouth back into position. She swallowed hard and then opened her mouth to let the cock in. “This old man must be on Viagra” she thought, “I should just bite the thing off” But she knew she’d probably get life for separating the judge from his Johnson. She just wanted him to cum and get it over with. The hand bobbed her head on the cock faster and faster, until she was gagging on it and then withdrew it.

She was placed on the bed in a kneeling position; her cuffed hands out in front of her so that her ass was up. Again her legs were parted and her skirt was lifted above her waist. She thought he was going to fuck her finally, but instead of his cock she felt his tongue enter her. He licked at her pussy and it responded. The lips relaxed as the tongue thrust its way in and up. He ate at her like a hungry dog and sucked at her clit. Soon she felt fingers probing her, making her even more wet. She didn’t want this but was becoming aroused by the foreplay. The mouth moved away and her heart pounded

It seemed like only a second had passed when she felt his hands on her hips and his cock drive deep inside of her. It was firm and thick and was pounding into her. She was being raped, but she was also very turned on by the force. She felt herself relax and begin to moved with him. Harder and faster the thrust came only to be greeted by her greedy back thrust. She was in another place when his hand came down on her ass, leaving a massive pink hand print. It stung but she was caught up in the rhythm. His hand came down two more times leaving her ass welted and red. He slowed his assault on her pussy and reached under her shirt until his fingers found her erect nipples. He squeezed and twisted while all the time fucking her. She moaned and knew that she would cum . His torture was exquisite and her body wanted to reward him. His thrust began to become harder and faster again and she just let go; she could feel her ejaculate as it flowed over his cock and so could he. He let go of her nipples and grabbed her breasts, he squeezed them harder and them as his cum was released to mingle with hers relaxed his grip and collapsed on top of her; forcing her to collapse on the bed.

Her first thought was that he had died, but she could feel his heart beating against her body. He laid on her for what seemed like an eternity and then she said, “May I leave now” He laid on her and there was silence. Then she heard, “You can, but I have the room for the night and it beats a blanket in the park.” The voice was Nic’s. “You prick!” she screamed, “how could you do this to me?” “Well I called in a few favors from a few friends and clients. Everybody that you saw in the park was in on it and the rest was on you. You were perfect. So do you want to stay?” He removed the blindfold and she adjusted her sight to gaze into his smiling face. “That was cruel and you don’t know how close you came to losing your cock”

“Well you seemed to enjoy it in the end I think, or did you pee on Me.” “Lick me and find out, but I don’t know if I can go back to fucking a lawyer after a judge, it seems like a step down.

There was a knock at the door and the vice cop opened it a bit. “Everything OK in here your honor?” he asked, “I need to go I have a real call, here’s the key to the cuffs; get them to me later.” “Thanks buddy, I think I’ll leave them on her; I feel safer that way” The door closed and he looked at her. He pulled her shoes off and then her skirt. He rolled her over on her back, and opened her shirt. He looked down at her and smiled, “I think its time to revisit the scene of the crime and gather evidence” With that he brought his mouth down on her freshly fucked pussy sucking their cum into his mouth, then blowing it back into her with a deep breath. “I think I’ll need your opinion” he said, and then drew it back into his mouth and delivered it to hers in a kiss.

Posted at 11:16 am by BondageMaster

October 22, 2005   11:03 AM PDT
-flap- i'm reading this with raised eyebrows...yes i shouldnt do more than skim through it....aside from that good writing.
My Name is...Dirt
September 26, 2005   09:47 AM PDT
Is that the method you use to get out of speeding tickets?
You know who
September 25, 2005   03:00 PM PDT
wow that sounds familiar....dosen't it? *wink wink
September 24, 2005   01:35 PM PDT
Good one indeed. Too bad those kinda judges aren't found in this area.
September 22, 2005   01:45 AM PDT
well now, *that* was a bit of a twist on a schoolgirl-type story! good one ;).


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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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