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Taster's Choice - 8/25/2005 12:11:26 AM

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I don't trust my conscious mind to come up with subjects to express thoughts about.. I want to use this thread to allow any members to simply and easily type in a subject for me to write about. It can be a word, a sentence, a non fiction, fiction, poetic or prose topic.. anything..

I WOULD LOVE for anyone to type ANYTHING here no matter how silly, inane or anything. And I will do the rest. I don't want to hijack anyone else's story threads with more than ONE post, but I would love to write a story whose focus is beyond my control.

So I created this thread so that YOU.. the Tasters of my heart, mind, life, and soul.. would be able to have the CHOICE of what to sample from my consciousness in the form of words. Thus allowing you the control of what aspects of myself I allow to come out.

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/25/2005 6:04:45 PM

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Perhaps a story about what makes the daily interchange between Dom/me and sub special? The daily magic?

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/26/2005 10:17:02 AM

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hmmm cute

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D/s: DAILY MAGIC - RE: Taster's Choice - 8/26/2005 10:35:33 AM

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The magic is in the echo.. the power they give to one another through force of will and will given force. They sculpt one another according to the wishes of the opposite... IMHO

Dom> mystery <Sub

AN EXISTENCE

her Dom
he whispers with a look
speaks with a nod
screams with a glance

His sub
restrained and set free
life and death themselves controlled
by a whisper from parted lips

His hand around her neck
a Collar of hot flesh and blood
the sound of his voice at her ear
the heat of its passion this evening

an echo of

his love around her neck
a Collar of cold leather and steel
the feeling of his mastery on her skin
the force of its will every moment

AN ACTION

the rope tied tight.. binding
almost cutting into her skin
restraining her.. controlling her
she cannot move..
she cannot escape
nor would she want to

instead the whip tastes her flesh
with each sip of pain
her mind drinks in
each sting of pleasure

she stands outside of her own body
listening to each gasp, each wince, each yelp
each scream
and in her minds eye she sees and hears
the sight and sound of his pleasure at her pain
her pleasure at his

until pain and pleasure meshed and mixed
indivisible are hers and his in ways
that even sex cannot approximate

the sensation of experience and exploration
one and the same

forces her to twitch.. to respond.
reaction, reflex ..beyond her control
her body and senses, muscle, nerves, tendons
primal acting on their own
her consciousness is just along for the ride
experiencing the roller coaster of awareness

riding it until it ends

and Master again becomes Dom
releasing her to fall into his embrace
she is spent like a thoroughbred
the ACT of experiencing his LUST
a sport a game
a test
a task

A ReACTION

his arms wrapped tight.. embracing
almost melting into her skin
surrounding her.. liberating her
her heart explodes outward..
her soul knows no bounds
nor does it want to

instead his hands taste her flesh
with each touch of love
her mind drinks in
each caress of pleasure

she stands outside of her own body
as his touch soothes each gasp, each moan, each whisper
warm salve seeps into each mark
and in her minds eye she sees and hears
the sight and sound of her pleasure at his touch
his pleasure at hers

until love and support meshed and mixed
indivisible are hers and his in ways
that even sex cannot approximate

his ruthless lust for her is love
without a mind or heart to give

he takes care of her as he takes care of himself
forcing her to wish the taste of pain.. to respond.
the urge to give more of herself beyond her control
her heart and mind, soul and senses
intellectual acting at his whim
her body along for the ride
experiencing the his journey of flesh and blood
pleasure and pain

riding it with NO END

and sub again becomes owned
captured in his eternal embrace
she is filled with limitless energy
the THOUGHT of experiencing his LOVE
an ownership
a submission
a LIFETIME

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Direct this chain of thought.,. more detail.. focus on a particular area.. new word new thought entirely.. I didn't finish this thought.. The everyday magic between sub and Dom. That was just my FIRST thought.. Ill write more later.. I'm SPENT now.. hee hee

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/26/2005 12:51:26 PM

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~laughing~ i can understand why you would be. Loved the second and third paragraphs of the first stanza. They relate to the idea as i see it exceptionally well. That sensation, the collar as an embodiment of the hand, was part of what i was curious about. How to put that into words. And the third stanza, well, that was splendid, particularly the third and fourth paragraphs. Your writing in general is extremely descriptive and sensual.

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/27/2005 11:36:11 AM

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More more... choose another topic. that one was fun.. im trying to practice. I have 600,000 words (about the equivalent of ten novels) of content to write betwene now and May 2006. Fire away.

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/27/2005 10:22:14 PM

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Ice? Why do you need to write 600,000 words by May?

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/27/2005 11:09:44 PM

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I left my career behind a few years ago to devote myself fulltime to exploring the meaning of what this lifestyle and it's mysteries meant to me not just me as a person, but as a student of sociology, philosophy, spirituality, psychology. I had spent many years mastering myself and my career, until I attained every goal I had ever set for myself. I assumed by the time I had reached that zenith, i would have found the ultimate dark lord to study from, to obey in carrying out his work int he name of the Goddess.

The longer i searched and the more i learned about the fabric of our world, the higher up the ladders of power I ascended, the more sure i was that the creature i sought out did not exist in human form as a male entity. he was only a figment of the imagination, a throwback or a leftover from the time when the goddess ruled, a convenient bottle to place many feminine forms of power and hunger.. of spirituality and intelligence.

Nevertheless, i continued to strengthen my mind and my spirit, hoping instead to find a woman who either was or had the desire to become the manifestation of the goddess. A female creature perhaps that would have the knowledge, insight or force of will to launch a revolution of sorts using the myriad technologies and knowledge I had spent a lifetime mastering. At worst, i thought maybe I would teach such a woman to manifest her own potential, and she would be able to use me the way a samurai wields a sword, to carve her way through the world.

As the son of revolutionaries from the sixties, i had always been sharpened into such a thing from before I can remember. Eventually, i began to realize that I was alone, there was no army of revolutionaries all waiting in the wings to start the offensive. they had retreated to suburban life, to getting their Masters Degrees and PhD.

They had retreated to their Volvo's, whether black or white, communist or Black Panthers, the armies of American Revolutionaries were not hiding and waiting in the wings to be united behind any voice, they were not waiting for any weapon made flesh. And among the many revolutionary parents and children I knew, I was the only one who focused day and night relentlessly for action instead of outrage.

By the time I was 19 i had abandoned the racial issues, i had abandoned the focus on America, even politics. From 11 on I had been mastering many spiritual forms, many martial arts. By the time i was 13 I had discovered the Hite report and began to understand more of the tapestry of male female relations on this world.

By the time I was 22 i had realized that perhaps there was no dark lord to find, to serve. By the time I was 27 I had mastered as much of myself as i could, i had achieved every fantasy I had, bought every item, passed every challenge, destroyed every enemy, lived on almost every level from homeless in the worst slums in this country to having 100k plus salary and being number one in my field. On the eve of my promotion to VP at a huge corporation (with no degree at all) I quit.. i left..

I left my wife.. my life.. my family.. i vanished. I wrote a book of pain and longing. My first and last work of art. Just a collection fo thoughts. A hollow and empty howl into the world describing who I was and what i sought. http://www.postpoems.com/memebrs/heru

I wandered the world for the next several years, knowing now that what i was searching for must either be made, created by my own hand or that it was me. My personal life, family, friends, career, hobbies, had all fallen by the wayside years ago. from my point of view, we the devotees in some misguided way of older forms of love and body worship.. older forms of devotion.. were the last of a culture in balance.. and the world was slipping farther out of whack..

I decided to master further seek to perfect myself. to gain more strength.,. more power.. in the last two areas... absolute physical strength and absolute financial strength.. And learn enough about the things i didn't know to be able to use those things and my 169 IQ to actually accomplish something, carve out a world for me and my brothers and sisters to live in.

To devote more time to mastering mySELF. In my point of view, every being that is a potential master is basically a potential servant to the higher forces in the universe. After years i had figured out what I should do with myself. I had figured out what I think the universal meant to do with me as a weapon in it's/her hand.

So I started a company, and i started creating what would eventually be a collection of projects in art, science, and technology. the first project is an adult themed Massive multiplayer online Role Playing Game called Underworld MMO. (http://underworld.wecometoplay.com or http://www.neopangaia.org/nation). That game will be sort of a small money engine to finance the other projects I have designed and started (A series of small movies, a TV show, art projects, a couple novels).

In order to prevent the chance of failure due to outside forces, i spent the last few years learning and mastering the skills needed to do everything myself. Just in case... And after everything was finally unveiled and put into place (http://www.neopangaia.org) and planned out for the next couple years, I went to go find investors. that process was annoying.. frustrating, and i knew I would give up too much control and dilute the project(s).

So, finally, I reentered the corporate world I left behind, and now I have a 2 year contract worth $70k a year (after taxes) to use to fund life and the various projects. I am less than a year away from completing the beta of the MMORPG. But I have another 600,000 words of content to create (dialogue, item descriptions and the like). luckily, i write well over 25,000 words a day.. easily.. but ...

I am missing ONE thing to finish this massive project which will eventually result in a totally autonomous company/island. one that ON Ly employs people in the BDSM lifestyle, one that creates art, technology, media, and entertainment related to or sprung from that inspiration... The muse, the slave, the full sub who personifies the hunger to capture to devour to absorb which has fueled this whole process.. the source of energy I will feed on for the next years as i fed on my own devotion the last half of my life.

I am at a turning point where I am released from my bondage and servitude to a goddess.. an idea. I must let go of that search for a a dark mistress or Lord to follow. I have sharpened the sword of self as far as it will go in that capacity. Now I must wield mySELF to carve a way for the 50 or 100 people I plan to provide a life for.. an escape from caring about this vanilla world. a new nation over time.

So here I am at collarme.com looking for Her who would have me as her master. This one who seeks to perfect himself and strengthen himself only in action and service .. bound by a private war for freedom for himself and as many others as he can take along. But it all starts with the devotion of ONE.

In the meantime, while i search for HER... I write and practice writing. I know I have another 600,000 words of dialogue, items, fiction, and non fiction.. to go before the game is finished. After four years of working on it i am on schedule still and less than a year away from launch.

I am happy and confident. But i want that last piece. To know that I am still on the right path, to release this intensity and focus in some way that serves MY soul. I tire of being just a hunger a weapon.. Not even recognized. Simply pouring more and more of myself into the IDEA .. the manifestation of a strange creature.. Second guessing that i am doing what is urged of me.. that I am doing what the dark lord I sought would do if he were flesh and blood. There is only my own flesh and blood and intellect to manifest what i think He/She would.

So I search and practice and wait.. I know that my vision will be more clear once i step through the last door. Once i step through the life and awareness of a slave into the unknown that hides within her own darkness.. and she through mine.

I have no idea if that answered you question. So, with that said... Ummm... What topic would you like next?

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RE: Taster's Choice - 8/28/2005 12:01:50 PM

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Thank you. It does. As a topic, i'd like to see what you will write about ice. i won't write more at the moment because of simple curiosity to see how it's developed, what you choose to do with that one word.

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ICE - RE: Taster's Choice - 8/29/2005 8:58:26 PM

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what is hell but an invention of old men..
trying to find a place to stick the heat of passion the heat of lust..
trying to find a hole to stick her power
hell is the name they have given to her endless cavern
the place all human life tainted and sinned must come out of and return to
and yet as hot as it is the Dante's inferno
held ice within it's ninth circle
frozen and cold, barren
from beneath that ice stared damned souls gazing up at Lucifer

cold and frozen

within the mind of old men dead and gone
buried and dust
and modern men both old and dead and living still
the new Pope has said for the first time
in over 700 years...

that hell has ice.. cold and barren
to freeze and chill the soul
as it burns as well

only acknowledging and also denying the duality of good and evil
for according to the nursery rhyme logic of religion
heaven must be cold and frozen and still
to hell's heat

and ICE

from beyond beyond
before the modern gods of men
before man in his old age and bearded bent frame made the image of god out of himself
and then lied to us and say that we were made in the image of god

there were gods and goddesses both from the same lands of the same old men
who dictate the image now
Odin with but one eye was the same as our modern god with two
haggard .. yet strong.. old
yet virile
full of life and the heat of emotion
and yet from the place of ICE

enemies the giants of frost..
lands of tundra snow
both powerful and still

it is from the forces of nature
as water flows through rivers and streams and wears away rock
rips apart the centuries of time
stone and wood and ground
water pierces through
the father sun the daughter moon
the mother earth
all hold within them the spark the flame
and some hold the cold embrace

life once frozen may be called death
and yet still
life once frozen may be stronger still
holding within it the dynamic power of water
flowing still
and eternally remembering a moment of movement
a moment of stillness

ICE

shaped by hands or vessel cupping the water into whatever shape we imagine
ICE molded chipped and carved into whatever we desire

a story of my bride my creature the object of my lust
she lay there blindfolded.. the warmth of my kisses melted upon her skin
the burn of my whip bit into her flesh
the heat of melted candle wax flowed across her flesh

and yet the brightest of them all
the flash of my lust as the cold kiss
caressed her skin
between shoulder blades her muscles buckled
the cold pierced to the center of her

upon her neck it melted into little streams that ran
between her breasts like a hello from two children
as they escaped my cold heart with a warm embrace
of childish impishness

still blindfolded
i whisper to you of my lust hot and burning
as you feel my cock against your lips.. your cheek your skin
slide with drips of cum trickling off of it at the excitement of your form
until it gets down to your box
so full of heat
melting me
swallowing up the drips of my lust and life that seem to be attracted
to their hunter

now against your lips you feel the shape of my lust carved with my own hand
cold ICE in the shape of a phallus
kissing you with the bite of my creative spark
my lust given life of its own by my hand and not my instinct

you feel it upon your lips.. your cheek your skin
it slides down with drips of water coming to life from it as it dissolves in the heat of you
until it glides down to your box
you quiver with excitement, fear, dread, anticipation
this ice shaped in the form of lust and life
slides between the gates at the mouth of you
seeking entry to the core of your being
sliding welcome
you clench and buckle beneath the explosion
of cold flame throughout your body

the ice gives its existence to you
changing from static shape and form to dynamic flows
of elemental force
i slide it into and out of you
the joy and pain you feel at once at this new sensation

every nerve of you feels the taste of its cold
every part of you feels the taste of my lust

my cock against your ass so hot
so thick and growing thicker still against your flesh

the frozen phallus so cold
dissolving disappearing inside of you
becoming water warmed in your furnace

the rhythm of the natural and elemental both exploding within you
filling you up and dissolving
disappearing and engorging

my love my lust
fire and ice

as your muscles tense and spasm
i feel myself exploding hot passion flowing across your back
my cock stays thick before pouring my hot lust
across your flesh

the phallus sculpted from ice dissolves inside of you
flowing across your form
cold water rushing across you

my love and lust
your pleasure and pain
fire and ice
hot and cold

feel them both
sculpted by me for you to taste
feel them both shaped by you for me to taste

let them dissolve within you

overflow upon you

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I was going to write this for you earlier. But I recently made some changes over at my video game site (http://www.neopangaia.org/nation) and i also started a new IT consulting contract today (first one in the U.S. in five years). Then RIGHT when i was going to start earlier today, I read an article in the Village Voice about the new Pope stating that there is ICE in Hell.

As usual, I wrote it in less than two minutes, without really thinking about it or paying attention to what I was writing. I have no idea what it says. I didn't read it, but I know it is more primal and more .. unconstructed than other words I may write about. I could write a whole book about ice. ANYWAYS.. Give me MORE words to write about.

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RE: ICE - RE: Taster's Choice - 8/30/2005 12:51:21 PM

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It is less constructed than some of the other work you've posted, but still attractive. It almost feels as if you've got two separate poems connected. The first, even considering the heat of the womb, feels more as if it's about passion as related to religion or spirituality, the second is purely sensual passion.

You do, however, have a pop in your poem as opposed to a pope. ~smiling~ Normally i wouldn't point that out, but as you are a writer and it's a distinct point, you may want to fix that.

Hmmm. Mind if i just list a few random ideas for topics? i may not make it back to the boards for a few days as there's a project underway.

BDSM fifty years ago
growing old together
deep forest
marking
either Dominant or submissive before there is a partner
growing up knowing about one's dominance or submissiveness
ocean
foot race
education, not training
first experience with a single tail (or any other tool, from both perspectives)

*edited to add:*
Sorry, i just realized today that i've been hogging this thread. i won't post again until someone else has had a decent chance.

ss

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RE: ICE - RE: Taster's Choice - 9/7/2005 8:30:39 PM

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in response to "BDSM 50 years ago"

i am darkness
i am lust
i am pleasure and pain
the certain knowledge of its secrets
the intangible mystery of its manifestation

i am devil and angel both
in years past my will made flesh and form by the old guard
the most modern and advanced
most technical and scientific
regimented discipline of lust

old men seeking power and glamor over one another
through ritual and rote..
action and deed
emulating the political the business the military structures
they escape into my embrace to forget

their lust primal sadism.. their earthly masochism
zipped up
buttoned up
collected
and dished out
in beautiful ornate costumes
and ceremony
complicated rules and traditions

everyone knew their place and people gave of themselves
allowed themselves to be swallowed up from without
by their imaginations
their desires
their hopes and histories
their heart and fantasies

became fabrics and leathers wooden canes
chains of steel and the bright spark of electricity
applied with control and feeling

from the fevered mind of marquis de sade
in his jail cell
descended from the old Europe

and re imagined in modern Americana
become fetish and aristocracy

the ultimate expression and freedom of thought
cool and strict

pain was felt and domination feared according to the rules..
the straight lines
the distant appreciation as a doctor with the scalpel
the conductor with the notes

intimate becoming fraternity
coven becoming brotherhood

as our culture evolved our spirits began to struggle
against conformity
ties to the past already frayed
became split

and the modern masters of lust echoing still on the rules of old
began to fall back within themselves

the dominance of the rigid male structure of pain and pleasure
the discipline
those walls and definitions starting to crack and fade

her scent can be smelled in our new ideas
brotherhood becomes family

connected by electron and image

family becomes community

now domme and dom both taste the nectar of giving

evolution back into the embrace of the primal hopefully

the new guard slips way

and a new breed a new pagan emerges

community giving way to primal individualism

we are new guard one step closer to our prey
masters now hide not as much behind costume and circumstance

and pomp may lead to passion..

the new master becoming more feral drinking deeply in the taste and touch of new slave
new submission leads new masters down into the darkness to get greater secrets still..

the old guard can hear the sound of a whip cracking
the new guard can hear a whimper from the belt the cane the clamps

the new primal can taste the scent of fear and sweet and blood.. a guttural growl as
dominant aggression is unleashed from naked body sculpted

old guard to new guard

until finally guards uniform dissolved until the beat that hid behind layers of title and rank and uniform

become beast to take and taste deeper within

the symbolism of joy at pleasure and pain become the tangible pleasure of pain and joy
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dunno if that is clear.. its a subject i wanna write a nicely researched book about one day..

but for now that will have to do.. dunno if it makes sense.. my actual speaking/thinking voice is kind fo strange (as opposed to this normal grammar translation.. which carries FAR less information)

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RE: ICE - RE: Taster's Choice - 9/8/2005 9:53:19 AM

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How about this one (actually happened to me)...
Realizing as a sub that you can no longer take FULL (i.e., orgasm) pleasure FROM your Mistress (or Master) even when it is administered freely; that the relationship has reached a point where your pleasure stems solely from servicing Them in some manner. (For me this was prolonged cunnilingus, posing en femme, and masturbating on command). I became frustrated when She was servicing me with a dildo and I could not cum. Unfortunately I finally had to use the safe word, which ruined things. :(

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RE: ICE - RE: Taster's Choice - 9/18/2005 8:09:05 PM

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submission is a journey much like Buddhism, yoga, or any other spiritual path.

all paths lead to the same destination
the obliteration of self
the dissolution of the ego

the master seeks to be dissolved in a hunger in a lust
to consume to control the OTHER
the essence of SELF is raised to the point fo caricature

the thing that is considered the consciousness of self
is raised and built and enhanced and heightened
to be all that exists without limitation or weakness

the submissive seeks to obliterate the self in the needs desire and pleasure of the OTHER
the consciousness of self is dissolved and destroyed consumed in the lust and hunger of the other

both dominant and submissive have the journey to take
the idealized concept of mastery and slavery
and manifest those things within themselves and to manifest those ideals upon their mate

one day reaching a point when idealized idea and fantasy
mesh and merge with tangible mundane reality

eventually reality and fantasy are both equally magical.. equally mundane

and dream and real can no longer be separated

it is a long path
it is a hard path

it is basically an impossible path.. only a slim chance fo success

one that .. by definition

requires a person to lose their own identity
and INSTEAD become the manifestation fo an ideal

but it is a journey worth taking

and it is a journey that lesser people take all the time in order to become lesser things

commander in chief, general, CEO...

they obliterate themselves to manifest an ideal.. conservative, Christian, liberal, Hindu, Buddha, Jesus
martyr..

AND here we are.. back at your tale...

you have decided to embark on the journey to SUBMIT yourself..

the word Islam.. for example.. means.. to submit...

we often in the lifestyle practice "scenes" what is true Dominance? what is true submission?

What is a true slave what is a true master?

my sub all the time explains to me that each person has their own ideas of the meanings of these words and noone is more or less correct.

but there is still a Yin and Yang.. there is still Life and Death

there are still absolutes and there are still IDEALS and idealized versions fo things..

there are journeys that lead to infinity..

there is a submission that is a path to infinite submission

and there is a path that leads to infinite domination..

and there are phases and steps along these paths..

when one decides to submit.. when one decides to give their mind, body , and soul COMPLETELY to
Master or Mistress.. one decides to replace their own concept of pleasure with the pleasure of their Master of Mistress
for most, this is just an idea, this is just a concept. It is not tangible.. it is only a fantasy. it is only ROLE PLAYING

they still prefer their sex a certain way.. they still have likes and dislikes.. they still seek orgasm from this technique or that..

and some move beyond THAT.. whether it takes a Year or TEN YEARS

SOME people whether consciously or subconsciously..
have started the wheels in motion within their consciousness

to TRULY have their pleasure be derived from and equal to the pleasure of their Master/Mistress

they have begun that journey without knowing it
a journey to the true enlightenment
a journey to the destruction fo the ego
a journey to the liberation fo the self

whether or not their Master?Mistress has begun a similar journey is irrelevant..

their soul, their consciousness, their SELF has begun to transcend
has begun to truly submit
has escaped the conditioning that defines who they are and what they want..

their are 4 rules to human nature

RULE 1-Humans seek to avoid pain
2-Humans seek out pleasure
3-One can NEVER be less than Human (Humanity being defined by rules one and two)
4-A person can be MORE than human by devoting to something which allows them to transcend rules 1 and 2 (such as religion)

By following rule 4.. a true dom or true sub moves beyond their own limitations and begins to rewire themselves...

eventually the act of giving them pleasure will do nothing for them.. eventually the act of receiving pleasure does nothing for them.

eventually .. a person on the path to Domination or Submission.. and the awareness and awakening it can provide.. can ONLY receive pleasure at the pleasure of their Master/Mistress.. eventually they can only receive pleasure at the usage (pleasure/pain) of their sub.. eventually their pleasure is no longer decided by SELF.. it is defined by OTHER...

what a wonderful day when a person can only achieve physical pleasure .. emotional pleasure.. by devoting themselves with than more than the body .. more than the heart.,. more than the heart..

eventually even orgasm is defined by the freeing of the spirit..

eventually they can only serve their own pleasure by serving that of another..

it is not a sad day when that threshold is crossed.. it s a day of joy.. a day of evolution

a day when the first step towards true submission has been taken..

does the butterfly regret losing the limbs of it's caterpillar self?

< Message edited by pangaia -- 9/18/2005 8:10:31 PM >

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RE: ICE - RE: Taster's Choice - 3/26/2010 1:16:16 PM

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to move to source and than back to the beloved and every sense is activated into full thottle. always to be in that perfect evolving state of growing transformed not just into a complete slave but boundless sharing of the one soul we create in time out of mind

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