We enable each others kink, we feel the core with tears and hard-on’s with cum and drool, spit and piss. we swim the spirit and storm the walls and with each other we climb, brothers and sisters up the thorn covered vines to discover each other and ourselves.
We seek each other out, in community and group, at munch and party, at homes and car seats to revel in a twisted bond. Yes my minions, we are kin.

There are predators among us, scattered left and right, trust me that I am one, a polite madman that takes no for an answer and offers tea with biscuits.  Others are not so benign.
There are those among us who take without giving, they prey on those who can give without receiving, they are the leeches, the worms that eat at our tree of life, avid sitting too long at their feet my beloved.

We come together to learn and grow, to share and feel, a dysfunctional family that revels in it’s disjunction.
Ill gladly bring you tears and welts, bruises and snot running to the ground as you writhe like an animal lashed and beaten, defeated and miserable and cuming and after all, we just met.

You flow into me as I to you, Dom and sub, slave, master, top, bottom, they do not matter, they simply do not. Except of course, when they do. We explore each other and ourselves, danger follows those who explore only one or the other.

Tribes and families form and flourish unknown and hidden in grand gardens while court is held for fools and prophets wearing foolish little hats.

I know you, I have seen your core and you mine and for that we are forever bound, you are known to me and I to you and in this we are family, beware the mysterious that hides in shadows too deep.

Pressing your face against the pane, the kids at the cool table and the anointed few, trust me my precious, it is glass where stone is needed.

All along the watchtower, princess kept her view.

Catherine de Sade of Ruinous love and other famed walks of life was our guest at the Kelly dungeon yesterday for a refreshing dip into the waters of perversion and BDSM. Catherine for those unaware of her wonderfulness is a serious bastion of perversion, its vital to go to Ruinous love and become a fan, an addict and an adherent of the blog.

Ruinous love is the story of two sick and twisted souls who met off of craigslist and have explored am amazing journey together.

Ok, first of all, were I single, I would never, ever, even for a moment have considered Craigslist to be a good place to meet someone. I would have been terribly and horribly wrong apparently.

Catherine is seriously sexy with a kick ass body that aside from being drop dead sexy, is just so pretty in welts.

Floggers, clamps, paddles, the cane, a little cock sucking. All the making of a great day.

The staggering lack of my cock in her ass seems the only low point, but I do have hopes my minions, yes, one can hope.

Those eyes, O my Goddess, those eyes, one gets lost in this impish perverted smile.

I simply could not help hurting her nipples over and over again.  I do believe anal torture would be helpful next time, you know, for artistic reasons.

Because Catherine is a pervert I suspect she will read this post. give a shout out to her in the comments, I bet she responds.

It’s not that often that Emma says she really wants to take a couple home and do sick things with em, we are after all a private and delicate couple my minions, but Catherine and her partner are just amazing, perverted and real people whom we have the greatest respect for.

Now, by respect we do include using Catherine as a toilet, whipping her to tears, sodomizing her and slapping her around a lot, but that’s just part of our unique respect kinda thing. perfectly normal really.

Look for this and other images in upcoming Paintoy Sets

Ripples in the ponds I call home, treading in the water and splashing in the sea.

Some come for a feeling of being sexy, of being wanted, of kinky reams of rope and leather, latex and black lipstick, ripples in my waters.

Some come for power and control, alpha males and top dog bitch showing whose boss with mystery and aloof intrigue. A splash on my shoreline.

I am little to these and they in turn are little to me, shadows on each others winds.

Drawn to it, madness and addiction, pain and fear, twisting writhing cruelty, pain and pleasure, hate and lust, love and anger, victim and crime mixed with sorrow and sated honey cakes. We swim together.

I joke about myself, belittle and digress, I wax and wane and shrink to a small insignificance. I know my value, I am the best, I am in small company. Doors have been built, firewalls erected, gates locked. Be honored, be fucking honored to see them at all, trust me, I hate you and if I can, Ill grind you into the piss filled mud and drag your tits through the thorns. trust me, I love you.

Paradox waits for us, it holds us and comforts us.

Define it and it withers and dies, let it free, wild and cruel and it grows, like a flower, like a cancer, like a cock.

Morality, ethics and our personal standards are an individual thing. Nothing is one size fits all.

I have chatted with child molesters and rapists, saintly souls who give their all and kind hearted friends with warm spirits and those who have killed and those who heal. I look through their lenses. I neither revel or recoil from the stories, just listen and look as well as I can through glasses not colored by my own thoughts and in doing so I learn more of the paradox that is myself.

I have filled my body and mind with enough drugs and drink to lay waste to a small nation and come out the other side, now even a glass of wine makes me a little high. That time has passed.

I have rode in a car with a friend, stalking victims we never could quite find, wrestling with my humanity and staying ahead of being a monster not by strength of character but by luck and the grace of the Gods while my understanding of my humanity, my cherishing of it grew. That time has passed.

I have hated myself and all I knew and begged the Gods to slaughter me now, screaming and crying for death but too afraid to pick up the knife. That time has passed.

I fancied myself a God in humans clothing, speaking to rivers that spoke back to me, seeing the spirits of the stone and tree, understanding the cosmic journey and the paths of the very divine. That time has passed.

I am selfish beyond any I know and in my selfishness I give to all around me, for in giving I sooth myself and ease my pain just a little.

It comes in cycles and waves, it ebbs and flows. Today the waves flow high over the bar.

I am selfish beyond all I know. each painslut or submissive soul, I rage inside when another holds that flame, they are mine I scream, branded by birth and kin to my need, I seek them like a moth to flame and recoil in horror to see them wasted on fluff and  romantic prose of leather clad wankers with little hats, knowing they are meant for more, at least in my delusion of myself as more, my opinion and esteem for myself.

Time can pass me by in vast stretches, mostly I do not care, I have come lifetimes to be here and will spend lifetimes more before I pause. I know this, I feel this, it is like air to me, like sky and water, it is natural and understood.

I can throw a whip, better then most, worse then a few. Seek me out to throw a whip, slash a cane, hurt and explore. I may agree, I may not, it is a job, a hobby, a good time or a yawn.

Seek me out to spiral downward, to take your hand and sear our souls together in the duality, in the madness, in the lust and hate, in the pain and anger, in the love and addiction, that is more then a good time, more then a toss in the sack, more then a tear and a welt, that’s the core, that’s the addiction, that’s the religion.

Image from Shadowslaves

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My Dreams often look much like these

Emma has taken off for a few days and I putter around the house like a puppy who has lost his favorite toy. It’s hard to explain how caught up I am in being with emma. I often don;t really understand the depth of it myself until I do not have her close by. While we struggle with each other and ourselves through life, she is my everything, my other half and my spirit and without her, I am an empty shell. It may not seem very sadistic or Dom like, but it has the virtue of being true.

Here is to her returning soon from her trip, I miss ya my love.

In other news. I have found that the duality, the paradox and balance of my morality again shift as it does indeed from time to time.

I think when Emma comes home Ill put an electric anal plug up her little shitter, use some rope to make a harness to keep it in and tie her hands to the doorframe ( I got a neat little strap gadget for that) and turn it up for a good long while.

Spider, found using his rope magic on several Paintoy sets is starting his own project as yet unnamed.

I am in general pretty excited about it for a couple reasons, the first of course is that Spider is just an awesome guy and I like working with him. The second is that I always love to have other producers in Portland who painsluts can be referred to and from and who I can trade tips and advice with. The Third is that the web is lacking in my opinion, sites run by real people doing honest and real fetish that is not staged, canned and over glossed

You can be rest assured that bondage fans will enjoy the latest endeavor as your smurfy leader has been present on two shoots to date and can promise that pretty girls being tied up, molested and such just never gets old.

More on the bondage then the sadistic side so far, we can expect some interesting surprised from the Spider. Ok, I have to admit it, during the second shoot when he pretty girl squirted all over while cumming, I was turned on despite her lack of suffering, I know, I know, your disappointed in me, but when you see the video, you will understand. Ill try and talk Spider into letting me post some sample clips when he is ready to launch!