What is a pain Colada? (snack or meal replacement)
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Posted:May 19, 2022 10:49 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2022 11:48 am 1180 Views
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A female slave is laid face up on the bench, rack, bed, etc.
She wears red lipstick.
Tie her down at wrists/elbows and waist.
Use a spreader bar at the ankles/knees if necessary.
Begin by kissing the slave for 5 minutes. Deep kissing.
Then move to her breasts.
Take razor and cut designs at the horizon and above the areola.
Squeeze the tit until the blood flows evenly.
Using your mouth; mix her saliva with her blood.
Next, begin to suckle on the breast that is not cut (need a slave that is lactating).
Suckle for at least 10 minutes.
For the last few minutes of suckling, begin to finger the slave until she is moist.
Get one mouth full of milk and drip it out onto margarita glass.
Get one mouth full of milk of saliva from her and drip or spit it into the same glass.
Get one mouth full of blood from her tit and drip it into the same glass.
Finger fuck her until she cums or squirts.
Stand up straddling her with her set between your spread legs.
Begin to urinate on her while drinking the glass of blood, saliva, and breast milk.
When you finish drinking, immediately place the fingers you used to fuck her in your mouth. (think of tequila shots and lime)
Get down placing your shins across her tied biceps.
Put your dick in her mouth and begin to fuck her face.
After you ejactulate into her mouth move down her body and sit upon her breast plate.
Begin to choke her while you stare into her eyes. (do this for one minute)
Be sure to sink your nails into her flesh.
Move further down her body and begin to bite her tit you cut. Make sure your teeth are aligned with the fresh cuts to reopen any scabs that may have formed.
Do this for 5 minutes.
When finished; drag her to the bathroom by the hair. (the longer hair the better)
Have her run a warm bubble bath for you.
Have her lick your entire body before you enter the water.
Once in the water she will begin to massage your entire body.
Her main focus should be your genitals including the bridge.
It is advisable to have her wear bathing gloves with texture.
With said gloves; she should begin to jerk you off.
Make sure she swallows your cum as she did your urine.
Rise and step out of the bath.
She begins to towel you off.
She again uses her tongue on your lips and then your cock.
Then take her to your aftercare spot and cuddle her close as to feel her heartbeat.
Finger comb her hair that you pulled so harshly before.
Lick her face slowly and gracefully.
Rest and hold her as she sleeps.
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Out world maintenance
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Posted:May 16, 2022 1:09 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:20 am 1342 Views
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This I get done outside of Dungeon
Massage
Pedicure
Manicure
Spa day (hot/cold water, hydro, steam, sauna, hot tub, full body rub with oil)
Body scrub
flexology on feet
Hair cut
Beard trim
Some have mentioned I appear to be spoiled; I just call it living a life.
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Do this in remembrance of me: the concept of the Holiday in America
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Posted:May 7, 2022 9:23 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:20 am 1356 Views
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Death
Birth
Love
Conflict
Religion
Occult
Individual
A state of people
Tradition. Do this in remembrance of me. Do this in remembrance of us.
I am well traveled around the world so the concept of the holiday is not unique to the American; rather, it is a human trait: To honor another with a set date upon a calendar is to honor oneself or a characteristic they want or have rests squarely at some psychological level.
It is pleasant. It is a reward. It is a reason to celebrate such things.
The reasons for such a concept would take up two semesters easily, but within brevity; a holiday is about remembering.
In its totality, the 24 hours or length of such a holiday lasts as long as we wish it to be. For example, one might treat people the entire year the same way one would treat them as during the Christmas season, while others may contend to back off the pong and stand wearily in the shadows until the holiday passes. They then can return to standard activity.
This Sunday we are to remember or honor the Mother Womb from whence we came.
Do this in remembrance of me.
We didn't choose to be born anymore than we chose our mother; but according to the calendar we are to remember and honor our mom regardless of situation. A toast or even more splendid to the one who raised us: our first friend, our first teacher, our first love.
You see, forgetting is a crime, especially in America. Now, all empires fall, but as they stand they try to maintain a sense of humanity and civility for the masses and the historians: enter the holiday.
A holiday is Window dressing for passers-by.
It is not idle that amnesia, alzheimer's, and any brain trauma frightens the human. The part of our brain that is the recorder of deeds doesn't want a gap for anything of value. For the American, this Sunday marks a day of remembrance for our mom. To forget our mom would again be a crime. To speak poorly of her or perhaps even to engage in arguments would be horrilbe, but no where close to the crime of forgetting.
But the calendar has never let us down (with the exception of the Mayan).
It is the reminder for a creature of temperature and comfort; for a creature of temperament and fortitude; for a creature of situation and intolerance; for a creature of selfishness and desire; for a creature prone towards forgetting...not to forget our mother womb.
Do this is remembrance of me.
For the marginal exception of a human we don't require a calendar or election or season to remember those who mean the most to us. Unless we suffer the aforementioned trauma and illness to the brain we remember and celebrate them in our own way every day.
I do not right this moment need a reminder to call my grandma or buy her flowers or lean down to kiss her while resting in her favorite chair. I do not need a day set aside to buy her a robe or TV or pay her mortgage.
The reason for this is that some "holidays" are a matter for the heart. My heart works now and therefore I remember her every day. I honor her every day. I love her every day.
I call her and let her talk about things she has already stated just to hear her voice. I sit and let her tell stories I have heard a dozen times because she is the one telling them. I buy her flowers at least 8 times a year because I can. I am a man of means so my money allows for this act of remembrance as I do not fear forgetting how much she means to me.
For me, Sunday is just another day.
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This is how I prepare for Tax Day
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Posted:Apr 18, 2022 6:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2022 6:21 am 1222 Views
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I spent the weekend doing super naughty things:
1. My dick is sore.
2. My left testicle is empty.
3. I have 3 mystery hickies.
4. All of my infused MMJ gummies are gone.
5. My wallet is empty.
6. My entire beard smells like pussy.
I am now ready to sleep and not file.
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A new chew toy and she brings weed
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Posted:Apr 11, 2022 6:54 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:20 am 1639 Views
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I have a new chew toy. She has no name or value except when parts of her body are in my mouth.
She is, by any and all standards, a pure masochist slut. Giving her pain gives her orgasms. And she is a moaner.
She is shorter than I am so it is not difficult to dominate and there is a lot of her to feast upon: BBW.
This thing brings weed to me as a tribute.
I began at the face and just went south. By the time I made her big fat belly she was squirming and sweating which is all good.
When I bit down on her nipples; both began to bleed rather quickly. I licked all of it up. I told her what to put on her body before the session. Everything tasted better than I thought it would.
Her pussy was waterfalling juices (this thing failed to inform me that she was a squirter).
I bit down on her belly just a few inches above the rose. I sent my hands to vice judo grip her huge tits: 3 separate points of articulation of pain...and then she had her biggest orgasm of the session. She started to hump my chin as my teeth went deeper into her fat: there was more blood.
She called it after that. Her long ass fingernails tapped my shoulders and she was exhausted. She was done. All she did was moan and quiver.
I brought the cold compress and ice packs out. We went fetal for aftercare caress. It took about 15 minutes for her heart rate to stabilize and another 25 for her breathing to normalize. This thing sweat all over the bed; sheets, blankets, pillows, etc. She drank two bottles of water.
I put away the compress and ice packs as she put down a new blanket. I came back to the room and laid down on my back. I began to hit the weed as she licked my balls and sucked on my dick.
I lasted about ten minutes. I nutted in her mouth. She swallowed it all and then kept sucking and licking which made me squirm as my head was hyper sensitive.
I read some Longfellow to her as she got dressed after her shower. I walked her to her car. We hugged. She drove away.
I believe the next session will involve needles as she requested wings for being such a good lil chew toy.
I gotcha covered.
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When my back goes out...
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Posted:Apr 8, 2022 6:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2022 6:04 pm 1450 Views
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When I wake up and go the bathroom and my back goes out; I still find time to pee but not all of it makes the toilet.
When I step up onto a curb and my back goes out: I still manage to open the door and go where I intended to go telling people not to touch me.
When I bend over to pick up anything heavier than air and my back goes out; I just say "Fuck it!".
When my back goes out I drink Woodruff Reserve rather than tea.
When my back goes out I smoke weed rather than doing anything else.
When my back goes out I go to the roller rink and laugh as people fall on their ass.
When my back goes out; I am still me: just a little more drunk and high and sadistic.
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I remember you
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Posted:Apr 7, 2022 8:28 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:20 am 1010 Views
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I remember you
This morning I remembered you vividly, that it seemed; for a moment, that you were lying right next to me. I ran my fingers over your woolen afro hair. I licked your face again and again. I set my body on top of you as to hear your heart beating.
I waited.
I waited for that moment to hear your voice utter, "Wilson, I can't breathe." But you weren't there. You weren't right next to me.
It is strange that for long stretches since we parted ways I found it difficult to remember what you look like. I couldn't remember how tall you were or what shampoo or soap or anything you used in the bathroom. I couldn't remember your laugh or what made you laugh. I couldn't remember your food dance or the dance we had in the store aisle.
You were my best friend for a while and we were intimate; at least it was for me, and yet, I couldn't remember your face: your voice.
But this morning I felt your hand slowly sweep across my cheek and I became paralyzed by kindness. Your kindness. Kindness you showed me without command or trigger.
This morning I remember you; and I am not sure how to feel about that.
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Bridges
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Posted:Apr 5, 2022 5:33 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:20 am 930 Views
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I build them
I burn them
I enjoy both activities equally
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The artist and maiden of blood
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Posted:Apr 5, 2022 4:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2022 5:57 pm 820 Views
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Der Künstler und die Jungfrau von Blut
Ich bin der Künstler.
Sie ist die Leinwand.
Wir sind Vampire.
Ich diene dem Marquis de Sade.
Sie dient mir.
Und wir sind Blutliebhaber.
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I live Deliciously
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Posted:Mar 31, 2022 7:40 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:20 am 1162 Views
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I do not help others or those in need out of some sense of morality or conformity. I am not in pursuit of fame or reputation. I innately prefer anonymity as it allows me to live my life my own way. I do not require your eyes upon me as I move.
I do not believe in God. I am not bickering with believers anymore than I argue with non-believers.
I do not fear Hell nor do I long for Heaven.
If there is a God he has much to answer for; those things that happened to me in 7th grade, my sister's death, etc.
And quite frankly, I am not interested in anything he/she/it would have to say as I am sure it would either be a denial or a lie.
Those schools I built in Mozambique I did for the . I paid for some of the material and I provided sweat equity in my labor and I did this of my own volition without any concern for a ROI.
The money and time I spend at the Shriner's Hospitals is my own and I do it again for the and their families. The are victims of circumstance or genetic disorder, and the families have no means and I do: to aid them in arriving at a desired outcome.
I have been building homes for Habitat for Humanity for over two decades. To my count I have helped build over 120 houses in several states.
I am not trying to make an amends for those things I have done in this life. I am as healed as I am going to get, and have reconciled with consequences of my actions.
My number came up for a mission trip to Cape Girardeau, MO to hang windows, repair soffits, and build two wheelchair ramps. I grew up in construction so my skills are used efficiently and effectively at my leisure.
Their is also transformational housing for families that are one step from living in a car or shelter.
I do these things for people and I keep no ledger of good deeds or bad ones.
I do these things NOT because of a fucking myth or story or fear of sin. I am not trying to get out of any consequence for the life I live.
I may be crazy. I am may be naughty. I am may be a Disciple of the Marquis. I do not belong nor do I attempt anymore to be a member of the out world. You can have it. I go back to Dungeon because that is my home; my womb.
I do live a life of decadence and debauchery. I do what I am. In the mind of the people of the out world, what am I?
I am a .
I am an abomination.
I am a Hedonist.
I am an addict.
I am not Occult. I am not a Professor. I am action and accepting of all consequences.
I am an individual sovereign. I am a stateless person. I do not ask for permission. I do not want to be forgiven.
I make no excuses for myself nor humanity. I am not sorry.
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