sacrificial lamb

November 9, 2019

Once every month he visited the woman who wore a carapace of black rubber and a face-mask. She had a room in her house that she’d transformed years ago into a torture chamber. It was in there she did what she did to him, the things so desperately required to replenish his emptiness. Tied to a solid wooden cross, a sacrificial lamb, his head full of silence broken by the sound of her spikey high heels on the wooden floorboards as she circled him, dragging her shadow behind her like a vast, unappreciated weight. He was all appetite. Soon he’d be filled to overflowing with pain. She laughed and he glimpsed Armageddon in her eyes – So his ordeal began.

Dominating a female

October 13, 2019

He had been so close to the scene, caught up in it for so long that its simplicity struck him deep down inside. Dominating a female, totally: training her daily to a life of submission. There was no end to it; it knew no boundaries; and he had arrived at the point of convergence where pleasure and the inflicting of pain were one and the same. In the jungles of his dreaming he saw his world drawn in flat dark lines on fine white paper, converging in the middle of a final ceremonial ritual – which rolled over him, over and over again, and he was simply debris caught in a red flood of unbridled sensuality.

male fantasies

June 30, 2019

Hey, I see this 30 Million-Year-Old Praying Mantis preserved in a pristine piece of Amber. It reminds me of male fantasies – male fantasies about themselves and women and everything else. Fuck, the whole world is run on male fantasies: every man wants a nymphomaniac virgin who thinks of nothing but satisfying others and fucks like a Maschinenmensch; they want a Goddess to set-up on a pedestal, or force down on her knees. A pornographic priestess who fucks the whole night through. And women have to be able to take whatever is dished out to them – they even have to pretend they aren’t catering to male fantasy,  which in itself is a fucking male fantasy! Women are reduced by male fantasy to gynoids that serve. Like Wonder Woman giving head on demand,  and pretending she has a life of her own outside of male fantasy. But it’s not true. She doesn’t, because she submits to male fantasies, accepts them, partakes in them, becomes a disembodied voyeur watching herself in a starring role centred in – male fantasies.

Submission

March 31, 2019

Submission is not about what your dominant does TO you…it’s about what you do FOR your dominant.

Rika
Uniquely Rika

not quite human

February 17, 2019

Erotic submission is a limit-experience, beyond which something else comes into play, something not quite human.

Jonathan Kemp
Twentysix

jerk himself off

January 27, 2019

He couldn’t even jerk himself off: there was no one to give him permission to come.

Casey K. Cox
Be My Boy

Submission

January 6, 2019

Submission is not about authority and it is not obedience; it is all about relationships of love and respect.

Wm. Paul Young
The Shack

“As a dominatrix you must dominate yourself,” says Catherine. “Otherwise you take the chance of killing someone or doing serious damage, so you have to know your limits.” How far will she go? “Blood is only drawn with initiates,” says Beverly. “It is considered a special mark.”

“I stop at what is irreversible,” Madame says. Except when she doesn’t.

Christian first contacted Catherine in 1986 when he was a beautiful young man of 23. He wanted to meet her, to serve her. One day, some years later, he delivered to her a handsome brown box, lined in olive-green velvet, in which lay an exquisite and unique object. It was a branding iron with a carved ivory handle and the initials of Catherine’s nom de plume, “JDB,” on its end. He wanted her to brand him. She did.

“I fell into my dream,” he says of his relationship with Catherine, “and I have never left it.” Over the course of almost 20 years, the marks faded, and a year ago there was another ceremony, to renew them.

Toni Bentley
The Thin End of the Whip

Submission

September 23, 2018

My whole self offered up.
Raw.
Like a sacrifice on an ancient stone altar.
The oldest and most pure ritual in the world,
of one human soul putting itself completely in the hands of another.
Surrender.
You take me as I am.
As I was.
As I will be.
You have made me yours and I will stop at nothing to bring you peace, happiness, contentment…
anything you ever desire.
This is my purpose.
The answer to all of my whys.
The quiet place that was always…
Home.

Christine Rogers Odell

dirty thoughts

July 1, 2018

My sweet, complacent puppy awaits the dark, dirty thoughts that fill my mind –