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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.~
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, May 28, 2006
The Libertine of Libby Part 5

John Geiger’s death came as a shock to many and a relief to many more. It was classified as a tragic accident as witnessed by his deputy, Tommy Two-Tongues. As he reported, it occurred when he was leaving friends at the boarding house, but the rumor was he had just been serviced by all three of the women that were in the room. The story grew with each telling until people believed that he had exhausted himself in debauchery and was weak in the knees when he started down the stairs. His will required him to be buried in a casket of solid copper to “keep out the demons that would plague him through eternity for the evil deeds he had done.”

The land lady’s passing did not draw much attention. Those who heard about it chuckled that “it was probably the first time she had found herself under a man. Sylvester wept and thought about the post mortem sex he had had with her; it had been the best sex they had in 20 years of marriage. She was laid to rest in a pine box. Sylvester sold the boarding house to Lil and her girls for $5000; with the understanding that he could visit at anytime at no cost. At first his visits were frequent, but he grew lonely for the constant companionship and humiliation he had known with Hortence. He moved 17 miles away to Troy where he married a woman much like her. He was content at last with the knowledge he had Lil’s girls when he wanted them; he had the best of both worlds.

Tommy Two-Tongues became the acting Under Sheriff, which allowed him to eliminate the charges against himself and the others. He wrote to the Marshals in Oklahoma that Henry Starr had been killed in a shoot-out. The next letter went to the Police Chief in Seattle reporting that tree women known to be whores and fitting the descriptions of Lil, Rita and Lic Mee had been brutally murdered after being raped and sodomized repeatedly at a mine site. He told the Sheriff that they had been buried in a pauper’s cemetery outside of Libby. He put four crosses bearing their names in the cemetery to ensure there would be no questions asked.

At 25 Lil was finally a free woman; no longer was she a possession or a victim. She had survived the worse part of he life and had learned from it. When Sylvester sold the boarding house to her, it left her with $5000. to use in transforming the dingy boarding house into the best brothel this side of the Continental Divide. She left Rita in charge of the carpenters who were transforming the landlord’s quarters into a suitable parlor, the men were paid in “favors” and gold coins, but only if they showed significant progress by the end of the day. To ensure they had incentive, Rita and Lic Mee would supervise them bare breasted. It was amazing to see just what kind of influence a firm breast could have on day labor. Generally by the end of the day the men were too exhausted for much more than a hand job or blow job.

Lil took the train to Denver, where some of the best houses had been established and appropriate furniture could be acquired. She had heard about the more infamous Madams of the west like Lil Lovell and Mattie Silks; and hoped that her name would be mentioned with as much regard. Her trip had another purpose as well; she was going to recruit more women to work for promising them money and a room of there own. She was looking for two and possibly more, because she knew there was money to be made in numbers. It seemed her timing could not have been better. What was once Halliday Street and the best red light district in the west; was being cleaned up. The word on the street was the good people of Denver would not tolerate the cat houses (though there didn’t seem to be a dent in the foot traffic through those cat-house doors. Some Madams were willing to fight and even organize if necessary, but the ones who had made their money early on were willing to relocate rather than fight the police and courts. Lil found a couple of houses with girls willing to make the move to a more lucrative spot. They had nothing but a carpet bag to carry their clothes in and a few dollars, so Lil’s offer gave them hope. One was an 18 year old girl of mixed blood named Dark Penny (for her dark skin and copper colored hair); then there was the widow Mollie Moore whose drunken husband got into a gunfight and was shot to death leaving her with no income.

Mattie Silk had a couple of bigger girls that she figured would need a new home given the current hostility of the “Purity League”. Though not sisters, they were very much alike and when corseted tightly had figures impressed many a man. Little men in particular were drawn to Mountain Marge Smith and Dolly D. The women had moved west with wagon trains in hopes of finding husbands and in a way they had succeeded, the problem was they were other women’s husbands.

Lil had a freight company haul the furniture and bought 5 tickets on the train back to Libby. Her traveling companions had but one thing in common, they were all willing to sell their bodies for the security that Lil offered. It was not unlike a marriage; in that the wife is usually willing, if it will get her what she wants (and the husband is more than willing to pay in one way or another). Meanwhile her partners were putting the finishing touches on the parlor they named, “Hous La Maison de l'A Sali des Colombes” (literally translated “the House of the Soiled Doves” a reference to prostitutes”. The name was given to them by one of the Canuck (French Canadian) carpenters who was working on the parlor and sounded infinitely better than “Whore House”.

Although John Geiger had been estranged from his wife and was using his adopted daughter to satisfy his perverse sexual needs and the funeral directors wife for the more mundane; it was the wife who inherited everything. By all accounts she was a good woman married to a bad man, but once she came into his wealth, she blossomed into a bitch. Her first and probably cruelest act was to throw her husband’s adopted daughter (or adopted slut as she referred to her) off the ranch. The girl was only 17 and had been there since she was 7; she knew no other home, nor had she been allowed to meet any of the towns people. Geiger’s wife had not wanted the children, and when he decided to train the girl to service him, Mrs. Geiger just walked out. She was almost as cold as her dead husband. Nellie (or Nell as Geiger called her) was like a beat puppy, and with her pretty head down she took what she could of her clothes and began walking to town. The Parson was driving his carriage back from visiting a neighbor when he saw her on the road and pulled up. “Do you live around here child?”

The girl just said, “Not anymore” The Parson offered her a ride and she got up on the bench seat next to him. The Parson looked down at the young woman and asked where she wanted to go, but Nell had no destination, “Town” she offered. The Parson continued driving and tried prying more out of his passenger. Nell just told him that she had been living at the Geiger’s ranch for the past 10 years, but wouldn’t explain her relationship (though he suspected that his passenger was the Sheriff’s adopted daughter). They weren’t far from town when the girl said, “I can’t pay you for the ride, in money anyway”

The Parson nodded, but was unaware that Nell only knew one way to show gratitude for any kindness rendered; Geiger had conditioned her well. While the Parson drove the carriage, Nell reached over and unbuttoned his trousers. The Parson was confused as the girl reached in and extracted his cock and brought her mouth down on it. He knew it was a sin and that he should remove it and rebuke her, but instead he pulled up on the reins bringing his Sorrel to a stop. He closed his eyes as the girl’s mouth stroked his now solid cock and then put a hand on the back of her head; weaving his fingers into her hair. He could feel the excitement swell inside of him as he began bobbing the girls head up and down as if he were fucking her mouth. As he came he shoved her head down, until his cock was spewing its contents down the back of her throat (Geiger had taught her how to breath and not gag during those moments). As he loosened his grip on her head and sat with eyes closed; Nell finished sucking the remaining cum from its host. “It’s all I can do, Sir” she said.

The Parson pulled himself together and buttoned his pants. He didn’t say a word as he brought the carriage whip down on the Sorrel’s flank. “Don’t you ever mention what you have just done to any one. I have allowed you to do something that I must atone for now, if I am ever to be embrace by my lord Jesus Christ. Damn you for leading me down the path to wanton desire; though I guess it is that bastard John Geiger who should and will be damned. I should make you walk the remaining distance, but I won’t; instead I will deliver you to the only suitable destination I can think of for you” He drove the carriage around the back of the parlor and told the girl to seek refuge there “amongst her kind” and then sped away not wanting to be caught in the act.

The girl carried her bag to the back door and knocked. Rita opened the door, with her nightgown on and her robe untied “What can I do for you?” Nell explained that she had been told that this was where she belonged, though she didn’t mention by whom. “Well come in and put your things down and we’ll talk about it when my partners are here. You know how to cook?” Nell nodded. “Good, then fix us some eggs and bacon and make more coffee.” The girl nodded again and found the ingredients for breakfast. Lic Mee came in with Tommy Two-Tongues not far behind. “You two finely quit fucking, Christ Tommy don’t you ever get tired?” Rita was on a roll, but Tommy’s attention was elsewhere; he knew who Nell was. He took Rita and Lic Mee into another room as Nell made their breakfast.

“You know who that is? That’s Geiger’s daughter. I met her once a while back, he bragged about what a great mouth she had and how he was training her to be the perfect domestic whore. I guess that’s what drove his wife out. What is she doing here?” Rita explained the knock and conversation. “Well I guess we’ll just wait for Lil and see what she thinks. According to Geiger that girl’s mouth was like heaven.” As Tommy stared at the girl (and imagined what the Sheriff was talking about), Lic Mee glared at him and then kicked him in the shin.

“My mouth is your heaven injun and it can giveth or taketh away” she said as Tommy rubbed his leg. “Lil’s telegraph said she’d be on the train today with four new sisters, she might have enough recruits right now; besides we’re running out of rooms and I don’t share.” Rita watched the two of them and laughed, but agreed that Lil would have to be the decision maker. The smell of Nell’s food drew them back into the kitchen, where she had set out plates with bacon, eggs and toast.

“What shall I do next Mam?” Nell asked. She was told to put her bag in the hall until Lil returned and then Rita decided it might be a good idea if the girl cleaned herself up. She sent her upstairs to the bathing room and instructed her on how to fill the tub. Nell began disrobing and Rita returned to her breakfast. This was the first time a woman had shown her any kind of interest or been kind to her. She vaguely remembered her mother; a woman who had little time for her and treated her more like a pet than daughter. She believed her mother just grew tired of her and decided to send her to the orphanage. The Sheriff’s wife wasn’t happy about his decision to adopt two children and took it out on them from the time of their arrival. The boy was not her real brother and several years older than her. They slept in the same room until the Sheriff started waking her up and taking her to his den. The boy tried to comfort her at first, and then tried to stop the man, but was only beaten for his efforts. He finally ran away, leaving Nell to be tormented by her alleged parents.

Every night the Sheriff would leave his wife’s bed and go to Nell’s room. Mrs. Geiger closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep; she wished she could sleep; but the idea of what her husband was doing prevented it. In the morning the girl would come to the table with her head down, unable to look either of them in the face and Mrs. Geiger was thankful. She did not want to feel anything for the child, “it was his toy and if it was hurt or broken, let him fix it” she thought. By the time Nell turned nine, Mrs. Geiger couldn’t take it anymore; he had become more blatant about his desires for the girl and she had witnessed more than she wanted to. Nell was left alone with the Sheriff at nine and never saw another adult woman until Rita answered the door.

When Nell finished bathing, she stood in front of the full length mirror. She had never really seen her body this way. She stood about 5’7”, had blonde hair that hung over her shoulders and her blue/green eyes. She stood there staring in the mirror, but wasn’t really aware of her own beauty. Her childhood was a distant memory as she looked at the almost fully developed woman in the mirror. She had breasts that were full, with nipples that the Sheriff had enjoyed and bruised on many occasions, but those bruises were gone now; only the mental bruises remained. It was the lower half of her body that had never been viewed in the mirror and held a fascination for her. She turned sideways and saw the curve of her lower back into her rounded ass; at first she thought how nice it looked and then the image of the Sheriff sodomizing her filled her thoughts and she turned away. She stared at her pussy (which he shaved, and then had her shave to keep that childlike appearance) and began rubbing herself. The Sheriff had only taken her that way once before his death and she had resisted, but as he continued to push his cock in and out of her, she began to respond and become excited. As she looked in the mirror and rubbed, her lips parted and her eyes closed. It was not the memory of the rape she was experiencing, but the feeling of her first orgasm. She rubbed harder and faster imagining her attackers cock thrusting itself into her; imagining it swelling and hurting, but knowing that his cum was about to flood her. Nell moaned as she experienced the second orgasm she had ever known and imagined her attackers cock covered with her blood and cum.

She was drawn back into the moment when there was a knock at the door, “You alright in there?” Rita’s voice was caring which surprised Nell. Nell told her she was dressing and would only be a minute, and Rita responded, “You take your time Hon, and come on down after you get dressed. I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t drowned.” Nell heard Rita’s foot steps as she walked away and turned back to the mirror. Her pussy was wet and her labia swollen; it reminded her of the way a flower looked as it opened with dew on its petals. She toweled herself off, dressed and went back down to the kitchen, but all that remained were the dirty dishes. She cleared the table as she had done at the Sheriff’s and washed everything that was on the counter. It seemed that no one had cleaned up there for a while.

“Too many chiefs and only one Indian”, a man’s voice said. Nell was surprised when she heard it and dropped a glass; it was Tommy Two-Tongues. “Sorry Miss Nell, let me help you clean that up.” He said as he knelt beside her. She remembered him coming to the ranch one time; it was the first and only time she had ever been introduced to someone. He smiled at her and she could feel her face blush, so she turned away.

“I hope you aren’t sniffin up the wrong tree down there Injun” Lic Mee said. “I wouldn’t want you getting yourself all excited and expecting me to take care of you.”

“Christ woman, why would I do that? You keep me way too busy to have the energy for something else” Tommy had gotten used to Lic Mee’s jealousy and humor, so he was always quick to respond with a reassuring sarcasm. Nell wasn’t familiar with Lic Mee and feared incurring yet another woman’s wrath.

“He doesn’t want me Mam, he was just helping me clean up the glass” Lic Mee could hear the concern in the girls voice.

“Little Nell, that Injun wants every cunt he sees; most collect scalps, but he prefers a woman’s snatch. You don’t have to worry though cause this Chinese doll will make sure his lance never pierces your young fresh pussy.” Lic Mee‘s voice was reassuring, though her words were a bit crude. Nell had never heard bawdy talk, nor half the names she had used for a girl’s private parts, but the levity was there. Rita reappeared before Lic Mee had finished rebuking Tommy and the three women laughed as Tommy feigned shame and hung his head.

“We better get ready to go get Lil and the new girls. Little Nell (Lic Mee had called her that, because of the character in Dickens “Old Curiosity Shop) you wait here and we’ll be back. I figure Lil will take care of you, but its best to give her a chance to get home.” Lic Mee grabbed Tommy’s hand and pulled him out of the room, “I think I have time to sharpen that lance red man, so you come with me”
When they got to Lic Mee’s room, she tore open Tommy’s shirt and started nibbling on his chest as she wrestled with his belt and the buttons on his pants. “Whoa girl, let me sit down and help” he begged. She shoved him backwards forcing him down on the bed, before he could raise a hand to help; she had his boots and trousers off. Tommy laid back a Lic Mee started sucking on his cock. He had chosen the name Two-Tongues because he often let his cock do the talking when with a woman. Lic Mee enjoyed her conversations with it; it wasn’t so much long, but thick. When sucking it her mouth was full to the point of being painful. When being fucked by it, her cunt was full and the pleasure was almost painful. He didn’t treat her like a whore and never brought up her profession; their relationship had become solid in a very short period of time and both were happy in it. When Lic Mee’s jaw began to hurt she took her mouth off of his cock, tore open her silk robe and mounted him. She had been wet for some time so he was eased into her without difficulty. She literally road him until he no longer could control his cock and when she wanted him to cum; he came. She felt the hot stream as it entered her and continued to ride him until her own climax caused the cum, to spill from her cunt.

“That’s better, now we can clean up and get Lil” Lic Mee said. She poured some water into the basin on the dresser and then took a cloth to wash Tommy’s cock. It was amazing to see how fast the once thickened cock shriveled when cold water hit it. She held onto it and squeezed the last drop of seamen to the head and then sucked on him. “Yum, always good to the last drop” she said. She bathed her cunt while the Indian watched; it wasn’t so much a bath, but a performance. She laboriously made sure his cum was washed from her pussy inside and out while Tommy looked on.

Posted at 11:20 am by BondageMaster

loz
June 1, 2006   03:31 PM PDT
 
poor boy, my arse :D.

Nic
May 31, 2006   07:16 AM PDT
 
Aspasia,
This could be summed up in 3 words
"girl on top".

"When they got to Lic Mee’s room, she tore open Tommy’s shirt and started nibbling on his chest as she wrestled with his belt and the buttons on his pants. “Whoa girl, let me sit down and help” he begged. She shoved him backwards forcing him down on the bed, before he could raise a hand to help; she had his boots and trousers off. Tommy laid back a Lic Mee started sucking on his cock. He had chosen the name Two-Tongues because he often let his cock do the talking when with a woman. Lic Mee enjoyed her conversations with it; it wasn’t so much long, but thick. When sucking it her mouth was full to the point of being painful. When being fucked by it, her cunt was full and the pleasure was almost painful. He didn’t treat her like a whore and never brought up her profession; their relationship had become solid in a very short period of time and both were happy in it. When Lic Mee’s jaw began to hurt she took her mouth off of his cock, tore open her silk robe and mounted him. She had been wet for some time so he was eased into her without difficulty. She literally road him until he no longer could control his cock and when she wanted him to cum; he came. She felt the hot stream as it entered her and continued to ride him until her own climax caused the cum, to spill from her cunt."

Now there is foreplay which might include oral and clit "diddling" and there is "FOREPLAY" which stems from the mind. Her mind was already aroused, the control she had over Tommy aroused her even more. Tommy's plea "Whoa girl" went unheeded, the poor boy was practically raped hehe
Aspasia
May 30, 2006   10:20 PM PDT
 
Ah. My main contention was with the Lic Mee/Tommy scene. The other ones were obviously nonconsensual.

Hmmm... Your proposition has promise. All in due time, my sweet. All in due time.
Nic
May 30, 2006   09:28 PM PDT
 
Aspasia,
I just re-read what I wrote (and I only write what the characters tell me), the Sheriff is/was a pedophile and hardly interested in foreplay other than to prepare the poor Lil Nell, the parson was set upon by Nell and didn't instigate. Lic Mee mounted Tommy not the other way around. She was already aroused and in full control (this time).

All of the women in this have been victims who are slowly regaining control of their lives. The story dictates itself to me. However if you want oral, clit play, foreplay and female arousal that will render the subject weak, wet and wanting; you know where to find me. ;)
Aspasia
May 30, 2006   02:36 PM PDT
 
Another great chapter. One request though, could there be some sort of oral sex, diddling of the clit, etc. going on before these guys mount? That part is just a little harder for me to swallow than a mouth full of cum. :)
loz
May 28, 2006   04:04 PM PDT
 
arrrr, not nearly long enough! :D. I will be waiting impatiently for Part 6.

l.
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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.

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De Sade, the Orgy and the Trial
I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
Off White, Six Defective Doms and One Pathetic Troll
Going Postal
StepfordSlaves
Liberation
The New Year's Party

Nocturnal Events
Nocturnal Emissions
Death
Love's Garden
Patty On A Leash/Re-written
To Confess or Not To confess
Binding of Kay
Raising Bella Donna
One Last Good-bye
Spare the Rod, Spoil the Sub
Stella In The Stacks
Red Rain
Misjudged
Breakfast With A Twist
Mon Couer's Papillon (My Heart's Butterfly)
When Daddy's Girl is Bad
The Sitter, The Voyeur and Graduation Day
Please Don't Hurt Me
Cumalot or Knights In Tarnished Armor
Her Halloween Date
His Voice
Life's Little Ironies
The Gift
My Slut ester
Beads
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
#9 - A Detective Story

Ramblings and Observations
(For those who want a piece of My mind)

Puppy Love
Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
Edgeplay and the Knife
My Youth
Submission
BDSM Website Security
Pain
On Missing Play
Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
Hospital Stories


Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
Lips
My Toy
Waiting
Daddy's Girl
Blossom
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
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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The Abyss
Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Cruci-fiction
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
PV-Comics
The Ties That Bind
Mistress Matisse's Journal
3xL : Lust, Love & Latex
Poiesia
Sensual Liberation Army
News For Perverts
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Art Of Love
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