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, February 22, 2006

Previously posted on my prior blog I neglected to move this taste treat over, please enjoy my "Dessert"

"I think we'll go out, but first I must prepare you", he told her. Just the idea made her wet, but when he laid her on the bed and spread her legs, the excitement became unbearable. "Good girl, I won't even need lube; you juices will make this easy." He held up the grape colored plastic egg, with its little tail and slid it in between her wet lips; her orgasm was being held, but barely. He then pushed it deep inside of her using two fingers; there was no resistance, just a soft moan. "You like My present, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, and your fingers. Sir I may i cum, please; I've been holding it back and your fingers are driving me insane. Pleeeeease may i ?"

"NO you may not! I have more work to do to prepare you and if I allow you to cum every time I excite you during the preparation; we will never leave. Control it" She looked heart broken, but agreed. To say "OK" is one thing, but to control a hyper-sensitive clit is another and hers was engorged and quite obvious in its current state. He looked down at the protuberance and smiled, "Good, I will have no problem laying the knot, your clit will soon get the attention it deserves."

He stood her up and grabbed a length of rope. The rope was doubled and wrapped around her waist then brought through the bight (loop where the rope is doubled) and cinched as it was brought back in the opposite direction. When it was back at the loop a knot was tied at the navel and the two strands hung down. He measured the distance to her swollen clit with the rope and then tied a knot in that exact place. The remainder of the rope was brought down between her lips and up between her ass, then joined to the original two wraps with another knot. She could feel the knot pressing on her clit and knew that any movement would cause it to rub; rubbing would increase her desire to cum, so she tried to stay perfectly still.

Once the crotchrope was secured he grabbed another piece of rope and again doubled it. Starting at mid-back the doubled rope was wrapped around, just under the breasts and brought back in the opposite direction then tied as before. The two strands were then wrapped around just over the breasts  and when brought around the back were looped around the first wrap and returned. He then tied the upper and lower wraps together at the back. The remaining lengths were brought over her shoulder across to the area between her breasts and under the two wraps, then back under again leaving another bight. He brought the rope back over the wraps and through the bight and then pulled up cinching her breasts and causing her to at once wince, moan and drip. Her excitement mounted as he brought the rope back over the opposite shoulder and secured it at the first knot. "There, your harness is complete. Now put on a skirt; a short skirt and a loose blouse."

As much as she was excited; she was also embarrassed about going out this way. "But Sir" she started, but was cut off and instructed to do "As told". She found a short black skirt that would have been too big on her if not for the rope around her waist. The knot rubbed as she slid the skirt up her legs and over her ass. Her eyes watered from both the rubbing and the pleasure it was causing. When she put on the loose fitting white silk blouse; she realized that her nipples had become very sensitive due to the amount of blood in her breasts. She felt like a ticking bomb who would explode with a giant orgasm if rubbed any more. Once her heels were on she was ready to go.

They drove to the old town area and he parked the car. Her clit was throbbing as she walked the fifty feet to the outdoor cafe'. There were several men working on the street in front of the cafe' and he seated her so that she was facing them. She attempted to cross her legs, but the action only caused the rope to press down on her clit harder. In the attempt, she drew the attention of the young shirtless worker in the hard-hat. She turned to her Master and said "Sir I am exposed to these men."

He smiled and said, "I know, and I would imagine that they will soon be as excited as you are." He ordered her a dirty martini and himself a vodka rocks, and watched as the workers almost fell over each other trying to get a look at her pussy. She knew she couldn't cross her legs but tried to bring them together; the pressure was almost unbearable and she knew that her wetness was saturating the rope.

The workmen kept grinning and their excitement was becoming obvious as their cocks swelled in their tight Levi's, but that ended with her Master's icy stare; from that point on they tried to be less obvious. She drank her martini and he ordered lunch and another couple of drinks. Sitting perfectly still had allowed her to relax a little and in doing so her clit had too. Their lunches arrived and they ate while the workers went back to their job. She began to feel quite comfortable as the second martini kicked in; it was at that moment that he reached into his pants pocket and began to play with the egg's remote. The vibration was deep inside, and reached her g-spot in an instant. She was immediately aroused again and her legs came together involuntarily. The knot pressed against her clit and her arousal was complete.

She leaned over and whispered "Please sir, please may I cum" He placed his hand on the back of her head and brought her mouth to his as she began squirming in her seat. The kiss lasted for ever or so it seemed to her. She wanted to cum and she wanted to run. Her excitement had once again aroused the workers, who now stood dumb founded as they watched her hips move seductively in the chair. Their cocks had swollen as they continued to watch. and each man felt as if he would cum with little provocation

When her Master withdrew his lips from hers she uttered a yet another, "Pleeease" To her amazement and relief his reply was "Yes". She closed her eyes and let every sensation that was occurring take complete control of her body. She moved in the seat like a woman who was being fucked and within a very short period of time a flood of orgasms overtook her. Her moans were audible and the expressions on her face obvious as she bit her lip. He released his finger from the button on the remote and she began to come back to the reality of where she was. She looked sheepishly at her Master and said "thank you, Sir".

He smiled and said "You were a good girl and I thought you might like My idea of dessert"

He paid the waitress who had avoided the table from the time she served them, until he called her over. When they stood she felt the wet spot on the back of her skirt and felt the knot once again begin to rub. As they walked past the workers she noticed a wet spot on one while the others tried to cover their crotches. As she walked past them she thought she heard a faint "thank you". Once in the car he reached under her blouse and brushed her nipples. "When we get home, I will have MY dessert" he said in a low seductive voice. She smiled and said, "I hope you eat as much as you want, for I have much to feed you" At that moment she felt the egg come alive in her once again.

Posted at 12:18 pm by BondageMaster

April 19, 2006   04:21 PM PDT
thanks so much!
When anyone asks me if I want dessert or if I ask hubby if he wants dessert I know there will be an evil grin on my face! YUMMI!!
March 24, 2006   04:31 PM PST
Thank you for your words, if you have questions just ask, I am always happy to help one explore :)
March 19, 2006   05:43 PM PST
i find your site beautiful. i am new to knowing the world of Ds and find comfort in reading your writings.....they take me to a place of understanding. thank you.
Sunny Delight
March 10, 2006   11:54 PM PST
I stumbled across you following links from my blog, until I read this, I would never have imagined I would want that much rope on my body. At the end where your write, "he reached under her blouse and brushed her nipples. I gasped aloud, at the thought of feeling that. I do intend to read more of you.
February 28, 2006   03:33 PM PST
It was a lovely treat to stumble upon your site. Thankyou for the delicious read.
February 27, 2006   11:55 AM PST
Yes, I believe with most. I have however had some who were less inspiring. It all depended on just how far they were willing to go.
February 27, 2006   07:02 AM PST
Are you this communicative with your subs / slaves in real life?
Got rope?
February 22, 2006   02:59 PM PST
Why didn't you do that to 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 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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