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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.~
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"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 today.....to 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 dissapear.......you 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, November 24, 2005
Her Masters Test

They sat at a table in the corner. He liked being away from the general population of a restaurant when they were out. Though there were voices and noises, they seemed almost non-existent as she focused on him. The candle on the table cast an almost mystical glow on his face as she watched his wet lips part to make words. Every now and then she glimpsed that familiar tongue, which was so adept at pleasing her pussy. As she watched she felt her labia spread and become moist. She thought about his tongue running between them and his voice faded away as her body responded with a mentally induced orgasm. “Are you paying attention to Me” he said.

The words entered her ears and slowly drifted into her mind. They sounded like much like that distant alarm from the clock that enters her dreams and wakes her each morning.
She responded automatically, “Yes Sir”

“Good then finish your wine and we will go. I want this test to be done by daybreak and to have this issue behind Me” having said that he called for the waitress and check. Now she was confused, she had become lost in the sound of his voice and had drifted into an orgasmic fantasy. What had he been saying and what was the test. She desperately tried to remember the last thing she remembered him saying. They had been discussing “taboos” and why we created them. He believed they stemmed from our fears and held us back. He had told her, that to him the idea of her being shared was a taboo. For some reason he had no problem allowing her to be pleasured by, or to see her pleasure another woman. He had even introduced her to bestiality, so sharing with “man’s best friend” was ok, but he cringed at the thought of her being with another man. She had agreed that to be fucked by another man was unimaginable. It was shortly after that when she became distracted and allowed herself to sneak a quick little self induced orgasm.

He had told her something during that moment and she wasn’t paying attention; now she was punishing herself, because she was afraid he would find out. All the way home she wanted to confess and beg his forgiveness for the indiscretion, but she knew he would be angry. Again, she allowed her mind to drift while she thought and worried about being found out. In the back of her head she heard his voice saying “This will be new to both of us and will test My limits and yours. I think in the end, I will be stronger and you My little cum slut will have experienced more than you ever imagined.

It had happened again, she had only heard and comprehended a small portion of what he had been saying to her. Her anxiety was a self inflicted punishment as they pulled into the driveway of their darkened house.

She followed him from the car to the front door with her head down; he unlocked it and they entered. When he turned on the light a chime sounded and she heard a chorus of strange voices saying, “we are ready Sir”. A bit dazed and confused, she scanned the living room. What she saw sent a variety of emotions, thoughts and impulses through her head and body. There were 12 young men standing naked in front of her; each was wearing a black satin hood. They had to be in their mid-twenties, she thought as she looked at their well defined bodies.

There were black men and brown men of varying hues whose races couldn’t be determined. Some may have been Hispanic, Indian, Native American or oriental; there was no telling. The remainder were all Caucasians with varying tans; skin color was really the only distinguishable characteristic. She stood there in shocked and embarrassed and then turned hoping to get an explanation, but he was busy clearing a small table that was used for “Play”. She turned back to the men who were standing quietly at attention with their hands at their sides. She nonchalantly lowered her eyes to view their flaccid cocks and saw that like the hues of their skin, their cocks were different as well. All were normal (none were hung like a horse), but some were circumcised and some remained uncut. “See anything you like, My love” he said, startling her and causing her to overt her eyes.

She responded almost in a state of panic, “No Sir, no other man’s cock interest me, only yours”

“I know that, but as I told you at dinner I need to eliminate this taboo; I need to control it rather than be controlled by it. While it exist, there is a sense of insecurity that I don’t like to admit; I abhor insecurity. You are to view them from all angles. You may touch them, fondle them and even excite them to witness their arousal. In a short while you will experience them…all”

She looked at him and knew her panic showed. “But Sir”, she started and was immediately hushed.

“You will do as told. You have 15 minutes to examine them. You may talk to them, but they won’t respond. I hand picked them for this and they will be paid well if they follow My instructions when we are done. They are to remain unidentifiable to you. They have no distinguishable marks or physical abnormalities. You may not hear their voices because you might recognize one now or later. They can not see you, so have no idea who you are. I had them meet me at another location and put the hoods on them so that they did not know where they were going. Each was tested for a battery of STD’s and all have proven to be clean. All are hetero sexual and all are submissive to Me so they will do as told or be punished severely. Your time is starting now, so go familiarize yourself with their bodies; soon it will be their turn.”

Reluctantly she approached the first. He, like the rest was about 6 feet tall and weighed about 175 pounds. Like the rest his body was muscular and appeared to have been oiled.
He was almost ebony and the darkest of the twelve. She brought her hand to his shoulder and felt his body tense and then relax. She ran her hand over his body feeling the muscles under his skin and slowly brought it down to his uncut cock. It responded to her touch as she drew the foreskin back revealing the lighter meat inside. As she held it, she felt it thicken in her hand. She pushed the foreskin down and went on to the next man. She explored each in the same way and then returned to her Master.

“Disrobe” he commanded and without hesitation she obeyed. “You have explored them and now it is their turn to explore you” he told her as he brought out a red satin blindfold. He put it over her eyes and secured it in the back of her head. He then led her to the men and centered her in front of them. She was told to remain still as they explored her. He decided that instead of having each take a turn that they would all explore her during the next 15 minutes. They were allowed to touch and fondle her as they pleased.

For the full 15 minutes they groped her breasts, squeezed her nipples, rubbed against her body, and she could feel cocks beginning to swell. She felt hands on her stomach, as and legs as they all searched for her now dripping cunt. She felt fingers penetrate her as she stood there and her own arousal heightened. At the end of the 15 minutes the men were told to stop and they did.

The play table had been constructed with her in mind. It was made of heavy wood darkly stained so that it looked almost like a gothic card table. It stood exactly 28 inches off the floor and was 36 inches by 48 inches. The center of one 48 inch side had a groove in it which had been padded to support her neck while her head was positioned to take his cock. There were eyehooks in the 36 inch sides for wrist restraints and in the legs for ankle restraints. She had been placed on the table on her back for pleasure many times and was laid over it face down for punishment too, but this time there were no restraints to allow her to use her hands and to raise her legs.

She was shaking with anticipation as he led her to the table. A foam mat was placed on the top to cushion her back. Her torso was laid on it in such a way that her cunt was at the edge and easily accessible while her head was tilted back. He led the men to the area around the table and told them she had been positioned so that she could pleasure at least 4 of them at a time. They were told that they could fuck her, have them suck their cocks or have her jerk them off and that they were to do so as often as possible until they were removed. They were also told that no one was to cum in her, only on her; that if they failed to withdraw that she would tell Him and that He would severely whip the offender as the others continued. She was told not to fight them, but to pleasure them and be pleasured by them. Once he had finished his instructions he stepped back and said, “Begin”.

She could smell them as they approached the table; it was almost like an animal attraction. They came forward like blind men with arms outstretched, searching for her body. A hand touched her right thigh and another soon found the left; they ran up her legs to her pussy and then the one on the right disappeared, but only long enough to bring the first cock to its intended destination. Her cunt was wet and opened as he brought his cock to it. He pushed the head between her lips and then leaned into her, driving it deep inside. He began fucking her slowly, taking his time while others waited their turn. Her mind swam as she tried to imagine which of the men it was. There was no way to know if he was cut or not, only that he was hard and thick and driving his meat deep inside of her.

Soon other hands found her face and her mouth felt a thickened cock pressing against her lips. She opened to let it in and as her tongue rubbed against it she knew it was one of the uncut men. Her master had been circumcised at birth and his cock felt different in her mouth. This one had a foreskin that she could feel peel back as the shaft tested her ability to deep throat. She tried to remember which of the men was uncut, but only remember the ebony body she first explored. While her mouth sucked the phantom cock she imagined the black foreskin as it revealed the pink shaft beneath passing through her red lips. As her mouth and cunt were being fucked, two more cocks were in her grasp being stroked.

Her mind could not keep up with her body. It was as if she could feel and respond without thinking to each penetration. She felt the cock in her mouth moving faster and tasted the sweetness of pre-cum. Suddenly, it was withdrawn and she felt the splash of the hot cum on her face, but not in her mouth. She could hear a muffled groan as he came and then felt another cock at her lips.

The feel of the cum on her face and the realization that she was cumming came all at once. Her body tensed and she wanted to cry out, but the new cock in her mouth prevented it. Just as suddenly the cock in her cunt was gone and she felt the hot load hit her stomach. Her own climax continued as she jerked harder on the cocks in her hands. She felt the pre-cum with her thumbs and knew that these too were about to deliver and when they did it was on her milk white breasts. As the cum on her body cooled it thinned and began running down her sides and face.

Fresh flesh soon filled empty spaces as her master watched. He watched her as she was showered with their cum. He watched as she writhed on the table responding to their carnal pleasures; she seemed almost like a bitch in heat being ravaged by a pack of dogs. As much as he hated what was occurring, he knew it was because he had made it happen and that he could make it stop, but he was testing himself and vowed to see it through until morning.

His little cum slut was never allowed to rest and he watched as the men fought to fill her cunt and mouth at every opportunity. Those who had already cum, waited for a second opportunity and even a third. If they couldn’t wait, they would slip their cocks into her cum soaked hands. Her body and face glistened under the wet cum and in those areas where it had dried, she could feel her skin being pulled as she moved

Hours went by and she came and ejaculated until her cum oozed from her body uncontrollably. When she ejaculated, she had hit their bodies and soon they all smelled of her. It was a sweet arousing smell. She lost track of time as she drifted into subspace and remained there as her body continued to perform its duties.

Five hours into the test, he began to remove the men, two at a time. They were led to showers and allowed to remove their hoods until they were done. An envelope was laid on the counter with their pay in it and once it was counted the hood was replaced and they were led to a waiting van. When the last was in the van, the driver was instructed as to where to take them and when to allow them to remove the hoods.

She lay on the table almost motionless, responding to invisible cocks. Her cunt opened and closed as if being penetrated. Her cum laden hands seemed to hold cocks that weren’t there and her mind was in another place. She jerked as if startled when she felt yet another set of hands prying her thighs open. Her legs were elevated over the next mans shoulders as he drove his cock into her throbbing pussy. He began slow and as she began to respond increased the power of his thrust. She felt her ejaculate push past him and then felt his flood her and she screamed out loud.

As he continued the pump her, she said “Did i do well Sir?”

“Yes My love, you did very well, but how did you know it was Me?”

“Because unlike the others, you filled me and flooded me with your cum. You had told them not to cum and I know they would never defy you; so it had to be you Sir”

“Lay still” he told her as he withdrew his cock. Soon she felt a warm, wet, soapy wash cloth on her face. He bathed the cum from it and then kissed her lips. He continued to bathe her and wash the foreign cum from breast and stomach. Soon al that was left was his cum in her pussy. He brought his mouth to her clit and began to suck and finger her swollen cunt. Her mind floated as he rubbed the g-spot within and then as if he anticipated her; he put his mouth on her open lips in time to catch her cum and drink it all in.

When he was done he sat her up on the edge of the table and removed the blindfold. He carried her up stairs to their shower and sat her on the seat within. He turned on the water and warmed it to a tolerable temperature and then began to shower her. He washed her hair and her body as she sat watching him. “Did you overcome your insecurity Sir?” she asked as he toweled her off.

“I came face to face with it and Myself. I realized that the reason I didn’t want to share you was I didn’t want you satisfied by another man. I watched these men take you and watched you respond. I realized how lucky I was that you wanted no other man, because it was evident that you could have your pick. I see how great the gift is that you have given Me and I am amazed. No, I didn’t get to a place where it was easy to see you being taken by others, but I have realized that I don’t want them to have you because I love you; not because I own you.”

He carried her to the bed and laid her down. He curled up behind her and wrapped her in his arms. “Sleep now, I may give you a pop quiz later, but no more tests”

“Yes Sir” she murmured as she drifted off to sleep.




Posted at 02:13 pm by BondageMaster

Leatherargento
July 11, 2006   12:44 AM PDT
 
my heart in my throat... wish it were something else there right now, but catch as acatch can, yes..?
SeaRabbit
November 25, 2005   05:36 PM PST
 
Yes... it is a commun subject of fantasy, but I really enjoyed reading it as you wrote it...;-) It is one of His fantasy to have many other men cum covering my body, but He is not ok with any other penetration than Him... So, this story talked to me a lot... and I will send Him your link.. I'm sure He will appreciate...
Nic
November 25, 2005   08:47 AM PST
 
Geeze I hope it was at least as good the second time around as it was the first ;-)
yknotnow
November 24, 2005   08:09 PM PST
 
Geez -- it's deja vu for me too!

;-)
Pluck me baby!
November 24, 2005   04:11 PM PST
 
Gee, this story sounds familar... I feel like I've heard it before. Guess it's a deja vu.

Sorry you're not enjoying the holiday with me. :(
 

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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.

I started this because I thought there might be an interaction between myself and like minded individuals, but found most willing to look and not speak; for this reason I have eliminated the tag board and your ability to comment (Consider yourself gagged).

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 that...as 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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