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~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 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







Sunday, December 04, 2005
De Sade, the Orgy and the Trial

The Marquis de Sade died on December 2, 1814. A thumbnail profile read:
Gender: Male
Religion: Atheist
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Author





He was imprisoned several times for his lewd debauchery, and on one occasion for the attempted murder of 4 prostitutes; a trial later proved him not guilty of the attempted murder charge. This story is about what occurred on that night.

Donatien Alphonse-Francois de Sade signed the registry of the tiny maison on the outskirts of Marseilles and was escorted to his rooms. His valet carried the heavy trunks to the Marquis’ bedroom and carefully removed the clothes in the first. His britches and waistcoats were hung in the armoire, while his stockings, garters and shirts were placed in drawers. A spare wig was then placed carefully on a form so that it would keep its shape.

The valet turned to the second trunk, but the Marquis said, “I will unpack that one LaTour. Tend to my bath, secure the carriage and horses and then go bathe. I will expect you at sundown, so that we might hand pick our playmates for tonight’s orgy.” With that the servant withdrew to fetch hot water for the Marquis’ tub.

The Marquis had used the maison in the past and the proprietors knew better than to venture upstairs once he had arrived or to question what the sounds coming from his rooms were all about. They had heard everything from drunken laughter, to cries and screams from both men and women. They heard the familiar sound of a whip being cracked and on occasion removed linen soiled with blood and other bodily substances. The Marquis always was more than generous with them and paid to replace any property that was destroyed. His only demand of them was total privacy from the moment he arrived.

As LaTour prepared the bath, the Marquis unpacked the second trunk. He opened it and his eyes widened while a smile crossed his face. In some ways he looked almost like a child opening a toy box; one that contained his favorite toys and in a manner of speaking that was what the 32 year old de Sade was doing. He removed the iron manacles and shackles and then began removing whips, floggers and a cat of nine-tails. He had found much of what he deemed as “treasure” in old unused dungeons and had made a few items himself.


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He had been collecting his “toys” since he joined the military at age 14, but had been subjected to the use of floggers and whips from age five. It was at that tender and impressionable age that his parents had sent him to live with his uncle, the Abbe de Sade. De Sade’s uncle though a churchman had a mistress, was the owner of a brothel in the Avignon region of France and was said to hold “Black Masses” where women and children were used sexually by his fellow clergymen.

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The young de Sade was used sexually by his uncle and the prostitutes and was beaten as a part of his ongoing education. It was no wonder that while he was in the military he enjoyed not just killing the enemy, but also torturing any prisoners they might capture. As de Sade unpacked his toys, he cursed the church for its hypocrisy and thanked his long dead uncle for releasing him from any morality which might hinder his pursuit of pleasure.

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At 32, de Sade had a reputation in Paris and other European capitals for being a libertine, debaucher and sexual deviant. He had been exiled and imprisoned for his behavior, but only used those experiences to write. He had married at 23 and had three children, but preferred the company of whores and other libertines to that of a family and his wife’s bed. Through all of his trials, his wife (whom he had married at his family’s request) remained loyal and forgiving. He had even seduced her virginal sister and ran off to Marseilles, but returned home after the girl left him to enter a convent.

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That had been a year ago and the Marquis’ appetites had had not been satisfied since. “Plaisir Tout Prix” (Pleasure at Any Price) he thought. Wasn’t this after all the right of nobility, wasn’t the motto of many? If his wife did not subscribe to it she certainly never denied him. In many ways he preferred him gone and away from her children. When they had moved into his late father’s castle (La Coste), he had used the maids for his pleasure until they ran away, and had gotten the cook pregnant. His wife had demanded that he carry on his indiscretions away from home so the little maison on the outskirts of Marseilles had become his “playhouse” and his valet LaTour his partner in crime.

When he finished arranging his toys, he bathed. LaTour had perfumed the water and laid out his evening attire and then went to see to his own needs. As the sun began to set, the Marquis was driven to a brothel. The procuress was very familiar with the Marquis and his appetites; although she worried for the safety of her girls, she knew he would pay handsomely to have those desires met. Four very young girls ranging in age from 15 to 18 were selected and driven back to the Maison, once in the room they were told to disrobe.

Of all the young women, he found the 15 year old Mlle. Catherine Pinne to be the more tasty of the group. She had ample breasts and a nicely rounded ass, she was not a virgin and was used to the ways of nobles like the Marquis. She had been sold to the procuress by her brother. He had bragged that her mouth had talents like no other; that when she took a man’s organ into it, his pleasure was assured. It was true for she had been taught to pleasure her male siblings and there friends at an even earlier age and none was ever disappointed. The Marquis took her aside and said, “You will be mine tonight, I will show you delights beyond your wildest imagination. Your cunt will drip its juices as if a spring had sprung forth from it and those rosy red nipples will be even redder when I am done.”

The girl just grinned, a devious grin and replied, “Whatever is your desire, will be my pleasure.”

A small cask of wine and six goblets sat on the table; once the goblets were filled, de Sade offered a toast, “To our pleasure and satisfaction, may there be no orifice left unfilled and no hunger left unfed”. They drank the wine and the orgy began. As LaTour began enjoying two of the other women, the Marquis took advantage of Catherine’s mouth. She brought him to a full erection, but he withdrew. “I have other plans for my cock and you will only take what you are given. With that he spun her around and bent her over a chair. Before she knew what was happening, his cock had been driven deep into her ass. As he sodomized her, he spanked the ass; the harder he fucked her, the harder he spanked her until he came and she screamed aloud. He withdrew the still stiffened cock and bathed it in wine, then summoned the girl back to lick the wine off and to take whatever cum remained inside. The girl did as told.

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He took Catherine to a wall where he had hung manacles. He secured her wrists and then spread and shackled her ankles. He made Mlle. Talent (the 18 year old) bend and lick the restrained girl’s cunt. He brought out his flogger and began laying lash after lash on Mlle. Talent’s white fleshy ass. She took the lashes as best she could, while trying to absorb herself in the juices flowing from Catherine’s cunt. Soon she no longer felt the sting of each lash, but was aware that Catherine was on the verge of cumming. This made her lick and suck even harder. De Sade was aware of what was about to happen too, so he dropped the flogger and stuck his excited cock into Mlle. Talent’s ass. Their rhythm became part of Catherine’s rhythm and as the women moaned in pleasure, de Sade released his cum into the second whore.

He filled the goblets again and again and had the party goers drink. The more wine that was consumed the more inhibitions were lost. De Sade allowed one of the other women to suck on his cock as La Tour sodomized her and then he sodomized La Tour, while La Tour orally satisfied another. The party continued and the women began to show signs of fatigue from the wine. De Sade went to his room and came back with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a fine white powder that he had procured from a Chinese herbalist. The powder was a combination of black rhinoceros horn (an aphrodisiac) and morning glory seed which created a hallucinatory state of mind. He poured a small amount of the powder into each of the goblets and had his guests drink; he on the other hand abstained. As the partiers began to respond to the potion, he became more creative. He had Mlle. Talent insert a dildo with two heads, so as Catherine pleasured him with her mouth, Mlle. talent could fuck Catherine and herself. He then used his hands to masterbate a third whore and La Tour at the same time.

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As the orgy continued, the women began rubbing their bodies and then each other’s; soon La Tour was at the center of the sweaty mass. As the women rubbed he would slide down and lick or bite at them. He smelled the scent of their freshly used cunts and became aroused once again. They noticed his swollen cock and began fondling it and his balls. They took turns sucking him and as then laid him on the floor. The Marquis at first watched and then entered the mix. As one of the women squatted on La Tour’s cock and rode it hungrily, another sat on his face and was fucked by his tongue. The Marquis placed the third in a position to be eaten by the one riding La Tour’s cock, while Catherine was placed in a position to be eaten by the one his mouth. As her pussy was being licked, the Marquis once again entered her ass. This time it was easy and was lubricated with his cum. As he fucked her, he squeezed her nipples and felt her tighten around his cock. Soon she was in a state of climax and as she ejaculated in the face of her fellow slut, de Sade came in her ass. All of the participants were wet with cum as de Sade withdrew and led Catherine to his suite. She could offer no resistance as he tied her face down on the bed. He placed a gag with a leather phallus in her mouth to mute any screams and then began to delight himself in earnest.

He took a dagger from its sheath and mounted the bed, straddling her body. The girl’s eyes widened as he put it to her throat. “You may scream, but no one will hear you. La Tour is busy with your friends and the landlord has been paid to turn a deaf ear” The girl tried to move, but his weight and the restraints proved to be too much for her. He brought the dagger to her throat and whispered, “Would you be as satisfying, if I fucked you after you were dead?” The girl tried to cry out, but couldn’t. Instead she moved her head from side to side in a response. “You did say that my desires were your pleasure, earlier and even though you are a whore, I believe you to be a woman of your word. I told you that you would be mine tonight and I always monogram those things that belong to me. You belong to me, don’t you?” The frantic girl moved her head up and down, fearing what any other response would bring. The Marquis moved the blade over her shoulder and drug it down her back, scratching her white skin and leaving a crimson trail as he went. He moved his body further down hers until he rested above her knees. He brought the blade to her left buttock and pressed while he outlined a “D” for Donatien and then with the same pressure put an “S” for Sade on her right buttock. She wept into the pillow as he inscribed her ass, and the sheet became stained with her tears and her blood. The Marquis rubbed his hands in the blood and then smeared it up her back.

As the blood trickled into the crack of her ass, he rubbed his cock back and forth in it and then once again sodomized her. When he had satisfied that hunger, he went back to satisfy his other appetites. He took the candle from the table and began pouring the hot wax on his initials. The burning wax was enough to stop the bleeding, but he continued to move the candle up and down her back fascinated as the wax and the blood mingled and then hardened. The candle wax was poured on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and she once again tried to scream, but could not. De Sade left the bed and sipped from the goblet of wine, while looking at the quaking girl on the bed. Her body had become his canvas, as he looked at the caking wax and lines of blood, but it was other lines he wanted to see; the lines left by a whip.

He went to the armoire and in the back, behind his coats and britches, found a buggy whip that LaTour used on the horses. Though he preferred a bull whip in open spaces, he knew carriage whip sufficed in close proximity. The girl was not prepared as the first lash was laid against her back. The hardened wax deferred the sting in places but did not as the whips tail struck the soft tissue on the sides of her torso and breasts. Her body tensed, and he struck again and then again, laying lash after lash up and down her body. Her mind while at first terrified, finally accepted her fate and the pain, which had been so severe; began to diminish. She was not aware whether she blacked out or had just drifted into a place where the pain had taken her, but she knew that it no longer hurt.

When de Sade noticed that she had stopped moving, he stopped whipping her. She was alive; that he could tell from her breathing, but he could not be passionate about whipping her after she was senseless. Instead he went back to the other partiers. They saw the blood on him and asked about his health. He told them that a bloody nose had produced the blood and that he wanted the women to clean him with their talented tongues. He lay back as the first took his blood soaked cock in her mouth. She tasted the salty blood and something else, but paid no attention as she licked and sucked the crimson organ. When she had thoroughly cleaned his cock, she sucked on his balls until they too were clean. The next whore cleaned the inside of his thighs while the third licked the blood from his stomach. While attending to his thighs, the second whore (Mlle. Talent) decided to bite one and then the other. De Sade decided that she would be his next play partner, but he had something different in mind for her. He brought out another envelope, and put some powder in the goblet, then filled it with wine. He held the whore by her hair as he brought the goblet to her mouth and forced her to drink the bitter content.

He had laced the wine with a powder made from the crushed dried bodies of Cantharis Vesicatoria also known as the “Blister Beetle”. The beetle’s body and wings have a shiny metallic green color and it contains a substance known as Cantharidin which when touched to the human body causes a blister. They are found throughout Spain and France, but has been called the “Spanish Fly” for a very long time. De Sade knew that to give too much could be fatal, but to add the right amount to the wine would cause an irritation of the uterus and labia. The girl was about to have an “itch” that no amount of scratching would satisfy.

He tied her to yet another bed face up and waited for a sign that the “fly” was beginning to work. As he waited he gathered a myriad of dildos and other phallic shaped devices. He had some made of ivory in a variety of sizes and several made of shellacked Spanish Mahogany. They went from the size of a normal man to that of a small horse in girth. The girl began to move on the bed. He watched as she tried to rub her thighs together in vane. A rope gag was placed in her mouth, which made her words inaudible. He began with the smallest ivory dildo and had one of the other girls try to satiate her with it. He had the second freed whore use the next size up while he fucked the first in a more traditional manner. When he was done he had the first back at her friend with an ivory dildo that was a full two inches in girth and seven inches long. The girl spread her legs willingly to allow the dildo in and tried to rub as fast as she could to satiate the itch. While this went on, La Tour fucked the whore holding the phallus and fingered the one to his side. De Sade left the room and went back to the bound Catherine who was at last sleeping.

He opened his trunk and pulled out a “T” shaped leather strap. The cross bar had a buckle like a belt and the long bar had two holes in it. He fastened the belt around his waist then put the horse sized phallus through the top hole and his cock and balls through the second; the strap was then fastened in the back by a clip on the buckle. He returned to the threesome in the next room, looking much like a stallion ready to breed. The whore with the dildo in hand was pulled away as he mounted the bed and then drove the horse cock into her cunt. He fucked her as she tried to cry out and continued to fuck her until she passed out. When he pulled the phallus from her pussy it was covered with her cum and traces of blood.

La Tour and the other two whores had fallen asleep as the Marquis had fucked their friend. When he finished, he woke La Tour and told him to dress and pack his trunks. The Marquis returned to his room where the moaning Catherine remained asleep. He removed the manacles and shackles and put them in the trunk. He went to the now cold bath and bathed the blood and bodily fluids from his body, then dressed. He went to the other bound whore and removed her bindings and gag. The poor woman just moaned, but made no attempt to get up. He brought the equipment back to his room as La Tour was packing the trunk. When you are done ready the carriage and horses and meet me out front.

As the sun was coming up, he woke the proprietors of the maison. He advised them that the four women were still sleeping and were not to be disturbed. He paid for an additional night and for what he believed the damaged linen might cost. He gave the landlord a pouch of coins and a note for the procuress and then left. When the procuress came to get her girls, she was given the note and money. When she entered the room, she screamed at the sight of her two drugged and bloodied wards. The note read: I believe you will find the sum in the pouch adequate to replace anything I may have broken. It would appear though that Mlle. Pinne was not as up for the task of satisfying “my desires” as she may have thought. Though her mouth may have been adequate, her tight ass was sublime. As for Mlle. Talent, she left a bruise on the inner part of my thighs. I took the liberty of punishing her myself. The little cum slut was impaled on one cock after another, until she passed out; a fitting punishment for an offensive whore. The girls however told a different tale, of lewd behavior, debauchery and swore that he had poisoned them. The police were summoned and a warrant sworn out for the Marquis de Sade.

Though he was found not guilty of attempted murder by poisoning in 1778, his mother in-law had him arrested with an order from the King. De Sade was in prison until the Bastille was stormed and he was freed in 1789. His response to the jurist who tried him on the trumped up poisoning charge was “The Mystified Magistrate”. While in prison he penned “120 Days of Sodom” and wrote the first drafts for “Justine” and “Juliette”. The Marquis lived by his pen, but it was his cock and the way he used it that inspired him.

Posted at 09:21 am by BondageMaster

yknotnow
December 30, 2005   07:39 AM PST
 
Interesting & well written (as always). Love the imagery. You really should consider publishing a compilation of your stories.
Anastasia
December 23, 2005   05:52 AM PST
 
Love the Marquis, love this post and it's not often that one finds a post on the Marquis and most of the times, many don't even refer or pay homage to the Marquis and if they do, rare are the comments/feedback. But I'm linking this post for me (perhaps the entire world).

 

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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.

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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.

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Waiting II
Orgasm
Edge Play
Cocktails
This Flesh
Smoke
Eve
Illusion
Disillusion
Passion
Watching
Not Watching
Intimacy
Tango 2
Inside of You
Dreamscape
Demons
Despair
Spent
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Tango
Shadows
Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
submissive position

Bound
Ladies of the Night





Bedtime Stories
(Fables)
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
The Journey


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