Temple of Babalon

I'm a male Dom, and gentleman sadist, in London, UK, who has a strong belief that sex should be passionate, inspirational and filthy. I think sex is spiritual, sex is magick, and no matter how deep, dark and degrading it gets it can transform everyone concerned for the better.

If done with wisdom.
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I think many people don't really understand sex, and fewer still really understand D/s. It is transcendent and transformative, and frequently the dirtier it gets the more powerful and inspirational the effects... if you know what you're dong.
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As will become obvious I like girls submissive, bi, filthy and courageous. I'm lucky enough to have one, (and if you'd like to know more about her, she has her own rather lovely blog at artofbabalon) but I'm always looking for more... If you'd like another way to communicate with me you can find me on Fetlife as MageofBabalon, or you can email me at: mageofbabalon at gmail dot com.
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This is a NSFW Blog for me to post photos that I've stumbled across that have inspired me, but also phrases and writings that equally inspire.. Not for the young or easily offended.
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August 19th, 2012 at 8:15PM

I love that someone captured this moment. It’s a moment I’ve seen on many occasions, yet it remains thrilling each and every time. The moment when it becomes real for her. The moment when you’ve finally cut through the bravado, the “I can take it”, the “do your worst”, the “Oh yeah, I’ve got a really high pain threshold.” The moment when this is not a fantasy, not a theory, not something read and masturbated over, but something very real, very visceral, and very now. This is the moment when it isn’t ‘play’ any more, when it isn’t a happy little beating, but… it’s something delightfully more.

When the pain has become too much, when it’s just not fun, when it’s literally becoming torture to go on. When all she wants is for it to stop, but knows deep down she doesn’t have the power to make it stop. The shivering body, the shaking head, the eyes close to tears. This is the time when she realises she may have made a terrible mistake. And the time when things are about to get interesting.

Her ability to control herself, to keep her reactions in check is, to keep perspective and know that ‘really’ she’s safe, is failing. If she could get away she would. Her courage is running out, her willpower ending. She’s about to break.

It’s a sweet, delicious, moment. From here things become so pure, so intense. She becomes a raw never of emotion. It’s not what she imagined, because we cannot imagine such extreme emotion. It’s not what she remembered because we can’t entirely remember these things either… we cannot hold onto them or recreate them in our mind.

This isn’t for beginners or dabblers or those who haven’t educated themselves, but this is where the true journey of submission leads. Really, it’s where the true journey begins. The self is about to break, the illusions are about to dissolve, the truth of things is about to appear.

The dark path to wisdom and ecstasy begins in the moment she says no - and means it - and you press on anyway. That’s the time when you both learn what it truly means to submit.

(via swaybound)