The search for a Master is born out of suffering. It does not start with light and ecstasy but with hard tacks of pain, disappointment and confusion. 

At first the yearning for a Master comes out as spasms. The impulse is at once welcomed and at once denied. you deny the vision and smoother your doubts. you seek to drive away the discontent with new pursuits. But the idea, once germinated, takes roots. The idea turns autonomous. It pierces the facile complacency of staying as you are. The flame of craving once lit, engulfs you. It burns away those sentries that are guarding your shallow and trivial life. And at that moment, your inner impulse gives you an ultimatum. It is now or never. 

And as the yearning that originated in suffering is fulfilled, in the hands of your Master, it draws you into new cycles of suffering. Life long of suffering suffuses you. Such is the nature of this world. From speck to speck. And from suffering to suffering.

Anyone who has accepted this nobel truth is set out for a blessed living under the feet of a Master. Come and join me in my sanctum sanctorum, I am the dominant of this house of the holies. My feet are firmly entrenched on the floor. you may prostrate and if you beg me sincerely, I will grant you the permission to kiss my feet.

The sexiest thing in the world is whatever is going to happen next. The only thing you know about is that there is nothing you can do about it.

In the ethnographic museum at Bordeaux there are two statuettes of Middle East/Greek origin or imitation named modest Aphrodite and shameless Aphrodite.
Modest Aphrodite is naked,one arm thrown behind her neck, her hips tilted. Shameless Aphrodite wears a long robe, which she has daintily raised above her waist.

In a world in which fake enthusiasms is rife, in which it is often hard to tell whether people really like us or whether they are being kind to us merely out of a sense of duty, brute  response from a Master for his sub is an unambiguous form of sincerity.

There are many submissive who write to me out of interest. There are others, who have written to me, drawn by the picture that hangs on my profile. Questions invariably come by about the source and true meaning of this painting.

Well, first thing first. This picture was painted by Carl Jung (pronounced as yung). Carl Jung was not a painter by profession, he was a psychologist and a very preeminent one at that. He was an early student of Freud, and over time, he became the designated successor to Freud's mantle but then as most intellectual men are wont to, the two had some philosophical disagreements so Jung left to form his own school, called analytical psychology. Many of the popular concepts like introversion & extroversion, anima and animus, archetypes, all come from him.

I read Jung when I was 25, I was in an IIM doing MBA and as part of some course reading in my first term, I had to get onto Freud. But somehow, from there, I seamlessly navigated to Jung and I spent some good time reading many of his collective works. Jung is intellectually very stimulating. I still remember what my professor told me one day when I was exchanging notes about Jung. You can read Jung as much as you want but you can comprehend him only when you turn into your 40s, she said. I could not fathom why she should have said so but I agree now with the old professor. More than knowledge, it takes experience to figure Jung and in that sense, 40s is the second puberty, its a rite of passage that leads to the next stage.

This particular painting comes from his writings - The Red Book. While he took notes almost 80 years ago, it was published as a book only recently. Cover to cover, its a beautiful book by any standards. This book is an important testimony to Jung's years of wilderness, when he came out of Freud and for years, when he lived in this no-mans land, with no safety of an intellectual edifice to guide him. He had to find answers all over again. Years later, when Jung had established himself as world's leading authority, he was to say about the red book - ....the numinous beginning, which contained everything, was then.

This painting in particularly is an interesting manifestation of Jungian philosophy in play. The black figure is the subconscious that is driving the consciousness, depicted as a white pony. The black figure and pony is travelling in space and they are stars, sun and light objects to guide them, depicting universality of our being, irrespective of who we are and what we mean. The black figure is not alone, there is a doppelganger, shown in hazy green ether and that is our collective unconscious. Collective unconscious, as a concept, goes beyond that of an individual, it is the collective unconsciousness pervading all of us human beings.

Remember the movie, Avatar? James Cameron made use of this concept in the species Navi.There is a scene where Navi folks sit around a tree, holding each others arms, enchanting some words and the trees start glowing as the chants acquire tempo. That is collective unconscious for you.

Jung I guess was also a dominant, of the bdsm kind. If you watch this movie- The Dangerous Method by David Cronenberg, there are some good spanking scene with Kaira Knightly, where Jung spanks her with increasing passion and kaira is animated, turning her head, convoluting with seismic orgasms.

So while we dont know for sure if Jung was compelled by bdsm when he drew this painting, for people like you and me who breathe and live this enriched life, we are in liberty to draw our own conclusions. This paintings reflects the dark master riding his fair submissive maiden. I often believe, bdsm is a way for us to get in touch with our subconscious, our inner self and in doing so, acquire a unity of self. The deep trans, the flow, the liberation and finally the deep satisfaction comes after unleashing of our primordial subconscious forces in form of sexual energy. And that in my opinion, is a worthy claim for this work of art to hang in a master's dungeon or a CM profile if you will.

You just came home - I was waiting for you all day to log into CM and check my profile. Like a spider waiting for his quarry to tangle herself into his web, I, too, wait for you to fall for me. 

Sounds bold and confident? I know :-)

To inflict pain for any reason other than to give pleasure is to the only true perversion