I love slapping my slaves firthy cunt in the graveyard while she strains to hold her legs open and then fucking her little twat on a marble memorial bench while the ghosts of catholic child molesters look on.

I love fucking and caning her while Marlene gropes and kisses her and then gets fucked herself after her ass is paddled and welted.

I love the girl whose puffy nipples I pinched and abused on the half moon of a childs playground late at night while she twisted and cried for me to stop and yet never ran away despite being honestly able if ever she was so inclined.

I love the girl who would remain a virgin till her wedding night, whose big tits I slapped when I was young just to see her face, I love her for suffering in that moment and hating me so. I do hope her wedding turned out like I dreamed.

I love my first girlfriend who told me about the female classmate of ours who held her down and pulled up her top to claw and slap her tits because she kissed her boyfriend in days past. How I loved the image her tearful tale left.

I love the girls who get wet when I abuse them, cumming from the degradation and the suffering in a squirming spasming orgasm of lewd self loathing.

few look at me and think of me as having class. My shirts are likely as not to have a few holes in them, my shoes are scuffed, my hair wild and unkempt and my beard rarely trimmed on combed out.

Still, this does not mean I do not appreciate class. I do

Nor does it mean I am poor trailer trash, I am not.

In this as in most things, there is paradox. I enjoy fine restaurants, nice vacations, good wine, polite dinner conversation and getting dressed up in a nice suit from time to time. Of course, even in a suit one would not mistake me for anything less then a long haired weirdo.

Still, it is a wonder to me when polite people of good breeding and proper societal mannerisms seek me out as a friend and do not chase me bearing torches in an attempt to rid me from their town.

I can only guess it is because they do not understand me. They delude themselves that because I have a decent home and a fairly decent car or two, a stunningly cute labradoodle and pretty wife that I am safe and harmless. For the most part of course they are correct, I will certainly not stalk their daughters or molest their wives without permission. But still, there are things about me and my little Addams family that may seem odd to those we live around. The screams from the basement, the strange girls coming over, the bright photo lights and the silhouette of a girl being whipped displayed on the window. And if the wife asks, if she asks, well then yes, we will drag her inside, we will tie her to the frame and welt her heavy tits while stretching and molesting her.

And if you look into our windows, you may see some strange girls indeed, from time to time, or you may see Emma with her ass being striped and her mouth filled with cock and you may see a long haired unkempt little weirdo abusing his wife and if you stop her and ask her if she needs help she may smile and laugh and make a little joke, or she may look at your wives tits or your husbands crotch and she may wonder if you yourself are as civilized as you seem or if maybe, just maybe, lurking beneath is another weirdo for her to play with.

This idea that somehow BDSM people are bad. That we are simply looking for innocent people whose morals we can violate and whose fears and pain we can exploit. That lost little girls are driven to us by dark desires that we twist to our own sick ends so they end up playthings in our homes, the idea of it, the very idea, yes I like it too.

I watch the vultures circle those they desire, but often those are little panty boy men wanting to be degraded. The Dominant women are like rare and regal lions, they get to choose their prey. The Dominant men are mostly trying to prove their own dominance to themselves. I fail at being a Dom more then I succeed I suspect, but my successes are truly amazing, even to me and I am hard to impress. Naturally I am vastly impressed with myself, but I ask you, who wouldn’t be?

This idea that a Dominant would be in control at all times and of all things in their relationship, its delusional I tell you. We are wild hurricanes of paradoxical insanity that thrive on raw chaotic energy and unreasonable demands bordering on paranoia and impossibility.

This is when things are best. When they are uncivilized.

let the delusional rancid Gorean role players have their pretty serves and hideous little silk costumes, let us have sweat and tears and blood, screams and cum and piss on the floor.

Pain, fear, desire, hate, rage. We are primal and screaming and some fuck heads in little leather hats wanna have rules? Fuck you wanker boy, eat shit you little dick licking scum.

I say this with affection.

We have political infighting inside and between leather groups who should be taking the time to coerce pretty women into dark rooms do vile things to them.

Its the American way, ask any Arab girl.

Should these people, these diseased vermin disguised as Quest workers outside my house be rounded up??!! Do they think I don’t know who they are with their little hats and suspicious orange vests! Do they!! I think Not!!

No My precious! It is time, it is time to forget this civility and sanity which plagues our scene and join with the church, yes join with us in the inquisition!!!

We have decided to release it my precious, the plans, the sacred plans of the inquisition, O yes, they will see, they will tremble my precious, crying and begging so, pleading to be let out of the pit, they came too close my precious, far too close!!!!!!!

Images from Guba and Hogtied

OK, I am generally feeling much better today, I think I needed caffeine or something,, Wow I was in a shitty mood last night, and I wasn’t even drunk

A girls nipples got pert from coming to her table and lifting her skirt to show us her panties. All I could think about was abusing her tits with clamps and pins, the thought would not leave me for a full day.

I whipped Emma at a party recently and I just did not want to stop. I pulled myself away from lashing her over an over all night. Then later she told me she wished I had whipped her all night, fuck I love my girl.

I hurt Marlene who cums from pain and I find myself holding back from making her squirt every time I see her… its quite hard.

I often crave and feel an uncontrollable need to slap the tits of the treasurer of the PLA, a cute girl with nice soft abusable tits in a mad craze, kinda like this. I am not alone.

A girl with badly cut blond longish hair and her cute 19 year old ass, that she throws around when she walks her dog by my house sending fantasies of sodomy with her tits pressed up against thorning bushes firing in my mind.

I decide whether to fuck my slave and then cane her tonight or cane her and fuck her at the same time. I nearly cum just thinking about how the stripes will look and making sure some cross her cunt.

I obsess over a girl I played with recently, hoping she liked the scene and wants to play again, while at the same time wanting to find her tears and her orgasm.

I dream about a girl I once used to know and lament the lost chances to hurt her giant tits over and over again. It was only later I found out she would have liked it.

I Think of a girl in the scene with a bubble butt and a twisted look about her and wonder why I never chose to know her at all.

I consider Uncle Dru with his cruelty and laughter and am honored to have his friendship.

I think of my realtor woth her pert pierced nipples and innocent smile and think of how much I want to feel her ass clentch around my cock.

I Dream so many dreams today.

People have this completely delusional idea about BDSM

They have this moronic and rancid little concept that if they act like a true Domly Dom and are some sort of noble strong hero to the weak and fragile submissive who most depend and dote on them, that they will somehow have a bigger dick.

First off lets be honest here, most of these wankes have never had a successful long term relationship and are quite honestly unlikely to. They are delusional and therefore dangerous and give the rest of us a bad name.

The only rational, the only humane thing to do is have them all locked up in institutions and sterilized.

Now, I know what your thinking, we can still torture the cute ones right? well yes, yes we can.

whenever I feel a little bad or unsure of my dynamic, I go to these chat rooms and get perked up by comparing myself to these little turd sniffing yap dogs.

So much about BDSM is finding your own path, creating your own reality and structure, not buying into someone elses idea of what its supposed to be. Being a Dom or a Sub is not about following the crowd, its about following yourself. Anyone who says different is an idiot.

BDSM is a great and wonderful thing to explore and live, Don’t let it be ruied by those who attempt to define and limit it

There are many many ways to explore BDSM and your sexuality. None of them however involve being a weenie online asshole or a Gorean.

Now, there are those that say that Goreans are a perfectly valid BDSM group, while others, most others, feel that they are delusional trekkie wannabes who are too simple minded and require bad sci-fi to live to.

I am all for fantasy, but do try and separate it from your reality

I have been told I am intolerant of people with delusional or idiotic lifestyles and in truth I find that is correct.

Images from Slavesluts and drawnsex