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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Do you love me? Do you need me? Do you trust me? Let’s find out how much… let me show you how fear feels, how panic feels, how total helplessness feels. Let me show you what it’s like when there is no possibility of escape, no possibility of rescue, when the only, single, hope is that I’ll choose to stop before it’s too late. That I value you enough to keep you with me, rather than choosing to taste that last drop of who you are… that I’ll bring you back and keep you safe… that I’ll let you take a few more breaths before I’m done with you.
(via silly-illy)
I told you, spend time with me and I will make you capable of things you never imagined you’d be able to do.
I didn’t say what things.
(via bizarre-bazaar)
As a Dom, I thrill to reaction. It’s what I drink in, it’s what I desire, it’s what feeds me. I do what I do to see the reaction it produces, to hear the shouts and moans, to see the tears, to smell her wetness, for the moment when she crawls into my arms afterwards and says ‘thank you’.
Never hold back on your reactions. Shout, wail, beg, sigh, moan, swear, sob… write to me about it the next day, text me when you feel your bruises nip at you, tell me about how it felt the last time I hit you when I hold you tight in bed… Let me understand everything I put you through, and everything it made you feel…
This is a hell of a good reaction… I could enjoy provoking it over and over again…
(via silly-illy)
I like a girl with poise… even if it’s poise that is imposed through ropes…
There is artistry in a beating, which is perhaps never fully appreciated by the sub. They mostly concentrate on the ‘ow’, whilst you work on the rhythm, the positioning, the strength, the breadth, the clustering, the marking, the sound, the momentum… A flogger is like an artists brush - it can achieve a great variety of shapes and patterns and textures and forms depending on how exactly it is laid upon ones canvas.
Every beating is unique, with a different tone, different peaks and troughs, different trials and different rewards. They really can vary from extremely pleasurable and fulfilling to… well, torture. A good Dom must know how to get the best out of the flogger - but also how to get the best out of the girl.
(via dirtyivan)
No, it’s not to keep you quiet, it’s to keep you completely and utterly overwhelmed - total sensory overload, total physical control.
For my part, I enjoy taking away your face, so that I’m not distracted when I fuck you like the piece of meat you are.
(via silly-illy)
Plants in pots are all very well, but surely this is the right way to decorate one’s patio… Giving her an hour or two to relax in the sun, and to be admired by one’s house-guests, before setting her to work at the task she was born for - service to me, and bringing me pleasure…
When a beautiful girl walks in the woods who knows what she’ll find…
My dear girl, do please struggle as much as you wish. Thrash and writhe and moan and complain. Plead with your eyes. Think over and over how unfair this is, how cruel this is, how I don’t understand how it feels for you, how this wasn’t what you wanted, how this isn’t what you agreed to, how this is just… wrong.
I watch all of your movements, your struggles, your discomfort. I watch your expression, I empathise with your emotions, and read your ‘energy’, for want of a better term. I am very clear about what you agreed to, what you asked for, and what you wanted. Please don’t ever mistake me not caring with me not understanding. Please don’t ever think for a moment that I let you suffer through ignorance, error or mistake. You suffer with my intent, through my judgement, and by my will.
What you want is not what you get. What makes you happy is not my goal. What you asked for is not what’s going to happen. You come to me because I carry the power, and carry it well. You come to me because I give you what you need, not what you want. You come to me because I will push you, use you, take my desire from you.
I know these qualities of mine are so much more appealing in theory, before the ropes go on, than when the visceral reality kicks in. When the discomfort and pain begins; when those intimate, degrading, nasty words are being said to you; when I’m using your body the way that I like, rather than the way you like. But this is your journey, isn’t it? To suffer, to struggle, to be tested, to be used… This is what you need, and this is what I give you. Don’t expect to enjoy every moment of it… don’t expect it to please you whilst it happens… don’t expect it to feel nice or safe or easy…
Just accept that it will give you everything of which you ever dreamed.
You should really understand that when a position is this pleasing to me, your comfort ceases to be an issue to consider at all.