3/11/2012 4:41:36 PM:             Most of Y/you already know Me and perhaps W/we have shared times together, Y/you may have also seen My performances around the country or watched any one of My hundreds of films, clips or just have seen My internet presence. Either way Y/ya’ll know Me!   What E/everyone “does” and should know is that I am fair and I know what the fuck I am doing. I will “NEVER” screw anyone out of there just desserts (good or bad).   Producer/ actor/ performer/ filmmaker/ kinkster and bad boy!               I am starting a few BDSM clip stores at as many sites I can put out there. So I will be looking for partners to shoot with (interested?).             Store content can be any type of fantasy or kink Y/you’d desire.  I need boys and girls (18 and older) of all sizes and kinks who are in good health. (W/we will find Y/your niche).             I will be shooting at different locations: so W/we can come to Y/you as long as it’s in Los Angeles, CA (at least for now).             Being a partner means having profit on all scenes shot with Y/you in it (only). All monies will be split evenly, minus the cost to shoot and post. The percentages depend on how many people are in each clip shot. (ie; solo’s get 50%, 35% to shoot with Me, 25% with another Dom/Domme/Switch/slave/sub ect.).  Anyone you bring with to shoot splits Y/your share (if ya decide to share with them; this is up to Y/you).             Costs associated that will deduct from Y/your bottom line are for example: Space and/or equipment rentals, which W/we will try and have non existent. Credit card billing costs to companies hosting our content (billing cost ranges from 1-5% depending).             “All filming, photos, editing, posting of updates, accounting, and checks to be issued will come out will be covered in My percentage.”             All sales will be tracked and each model will be able see all income for there input into each clip shot.  W/we all get paid once a month and a printout will accompany every check so Y/you can see there isn’t anything being kept from Y/you that should be in Y/your pockets! (agreed?)             This partnership last as long as Y/you want it. Keep shooting and share the profits forever. Otherwise the partnership/income expires after 6 months from the time W/we post Y/your clip the first time.             All shoots give Y/you the opportunity to play with and have a memorable experience keepsake with many Legends of the BDSM community and Myself of course if you are lucky! I am still working on all the details but if you are interested in earning extra income in theses hard times (and I'm sure it'll be fun), let me know your question and thoughts on this.   So send Y/your info and interests to Me here, as I can start compiling a list and start scheduling Y/you freaks and kinksters!   Liam   PS: I also want to add, that I don’t expect to create a store with just porn as the content: I much more prefer smut and that means 'NO' sex (sorry) unless everyone’s on the same page about there own content and how far W/we want to go into any scene that W/we are shooting (understand?).   PSS: No test, No Sex, unless its Y/you and Y/your partner(s) who Y/you are blood bonded with already. “No Exceptions”!  

8/11/2011 10:33:42 AM: From: LADanisub To: sir@masterliam.com Subject: Entry 3: S.L.A.V.E. Date: Wed, Aug 11, 2010 11:27 pm S.L.A.V.E S- Submit to your Master….He chanted into my ear from behind me as i stood in front of Him, my head pressed against the leather cross. L- Live to please Him…. He demanded me to spread my legs farther apart. A- Abandon all boundaries… He said as He slid my pink lace panties down to my ankles and slid His strong hands in between my pulsing thighs. V- Vow to Him only…He whispered into my ear right as He found my pressure point of pleasure E- Emanate His will… It was a day of instruction in my journey of learning to submit to Master Liam. As W/we hung out in the pool house that day He brought each of His whips and paddles out and placed each one onto the pool table explaining the purpose each one had behind his hand. Each one was uniquely different and each one possessed a different realm of pain. i enjoyed watching Him grasp each one inside the palm of His hand. Watching the sinister sparkle in His eye each time He cracked one of the whips into the open air. I learned a lot about His life that day. He leaned against the pool table sharing some of the colorful stories that paint the picture of his life. Listening to some of the scattered parts of his life experiences that created the man who He has become today made me envision a Jackson Pollock painting, one of my favorite artists (when I look at his paintings I get lost in the wisdom, the splashes of color and the chaos that all seem to fit together to become a visual masterpiece in the end). There is so much more to learn about Him, i know this is only the beginning. i anticipate this journey to become an enriching chapter in my life, one that i am hopeful will not be short lived. At one point in the day i found myself hypnotized by the sound of His voice and the words emanating from Him. i find him to be incredibly sexy… everything about Him, the way He talks, the touch of His hands, the strength inside of Him and His uncanny ability to captivate me. Being in His presence becomes my foreplay. i suddenly wanted Him so badly….i did all day but at this moment my wanting for Him was burning inside of me. i sat across from Him on the couch, crossing my legs in the Sharon Stone pose. i wanted to pounce on Him, but i was waiting to take His lead. He asked me to follow Him into the dungeon…my body started to tingle…i knew i would be in for a treat. He walked over to the corner of the room to wooden chest of drawers filled with various sexually arousing torture devises that i have never seen before. One of the drawers had a variety of nipple clamps inside of it. i have never had nipple clams used on me before….before that day to be exact. He pulled out a pair with large black clamps on each end connected together by a metal chain. He told me to pull my tank top down and He attached one on each of my nipples and He then placed the metal chain in between my teeth. The sensation sent chills up and down my spine. i yearned for him to grasp my breasts in His hands and manhandle them…shortly thereafter He did. Next, He took out an iron posture collar which He then strapped snuggly around my neck, attached to it was a long iron pole that went down my back with metal cuffs at the end that He secured my wrists inside of. He positioned me in front of the full length mirror so i could see myself in it. i stared at myself and Him standing beside me, as i looked over into O/our reflection i felt twistedly content. He told me to place myself in the appropriate position in front of the leather cross. i craved Him with every ounce of my desires at that moment. i knew soon my craving for Him would be satisfied and i patiently awaited what He would do to me next. He held me from behind and asked, “Have I ever taught you what the word SLAVE stands for?” He told me when Miss Alice was a S.I.T. (slave in training) he gave her a task to come up with an acronym for the word SLAVE. He then started with S…submit to your Master… He chanted into my ear from behind me as i stood in front of Him, my head pressed against the leather cross. L…live to please Him, He then demanded me to spread my legs farther apart. A… Abandon all boundaries… He said as He slid my pink lacey panties down to my ankles and placed his strong hands in between my pulsing thighs. V… Vow to Him only…He whispered into my ear right as He found my pressure point of pleasure, a spot that no man has ever touch that way before. His fingers delicately rubbed in a circular motion right above my clit…the place i engage each time I make myself cum. i craved His fingers inside me so badly at this point…i craved His hard cock inside me even more. E…emanate His will…he began to forcefully finger fucked me as i proceeded to get goose bumps covering every surface of my body. He pushed them in and out with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. i believe one of the sexiest parts of a man to be his hands and the touch behind them…He has it…and He has mastered his ability to demonstrate this to me. i could hear Him unzipping His pants behind me…i knew within moments He would take me with His beautiful cock and i was turned to a point of no return. my hands were still cuffed behind my back right at the level of where his hard cock spilled out into my hands. i grasped it inside the palm of both of my hands and caressed while i felt it getting harder and harder. I could feel the tip of it exploring my sex…searching to fill my hole. He thrusted it inside of me and a sense of satisfaction fell upon my entire existence at that moment. He gripped onto my hips and relentlessly took me from behind. An explosion of desire filled my blood, my body fell into a sexual utopia. He sternly demanded me to get down onto my knees…since meeting Him i often fantasize about sucking His cock…its one of my favorite cocks i have encountered in my 25 years of life and sucking His cock brings me much pleasure. i parted my lips and took it down my throat over and over again…gagging and salivating with every stroke of my bobbing head. He told me to look over to the full length mirror to view this visual fantasy W/we were reflecting into it. What i saw was far more erotic than any fetish porn i had ever viewed, this was my reality, this was my fantasy being played in my world with Master Liam. It was exhilarating to see O/our reflection staring back at us. i continued to suck Him with my burning desire to please Him. He then released me from the posture collar and cuffs and bent me over an elevated leather stand that stood up to my waist as He continued to thrust inside of me…i gratefully took each thrust i endured…i wished the moment would never come to an end…He pulled out of me and took His shaft in His hand as i assumed the position on my knees. He came inside of my mouth. His cum so bitter sweet…I sucked every ounce of it down with pride. He told me to stand at the cross. i assumed the position and W/we played a little game of S.L.A.V.E. He said S….waiting for my reply…He pulled out the cane…1…2…my mind raced rampantly trying to think of the acronym… 3 SLAP!! i recognized the burning sensation from that cane. As it was the one i got the night on stage at Bar Sinister. “Submit to your MASTER!” L….He pulled out the cow hide cane which i had never experienced. 1…2…3 “Live to please HIM!” he sternly stated. Slap! That one packed a sting far more relentless than the wooden cane….which i never anticipated was possible. A…1…2…”Abandon all boundaries!” i quickly responded. V…1….2…i racked my brain but couldn’t find the words in time 3! SLAP! E…1…2…3… W/we played the game until i could remember each one. i liked that game! J After that W/we went outside and sat at the poolside gazebo and chatted and smoked for a little bit before it was time for me to say our goodbyes and head to work. As soon as i drove away i craved Him all over again. i got to work and didn’t know how i would ever be able to focus in the vanilla-ville that surrounded me. i put on my black cocktail dress and tied my silk scarf around my neck and headed in. Each time i greeted someone with Sir I thought of Master Liam and him bending me over and violently taking me in His dungeon that day. my mind wandered all night long ….i wondered if my co-workers could see my the turn of events in my day, as i felt that it was plastered on my forehead. Once again my day with Master Liam exceeded my expectations. i patiently await O/our next encounter…. until then i will lay in my bed with my neon green dolphin vibrator…close my eyes and fantasize upon the journey I have begun with Him and wonder where He will take me next…

6/3/2011 3:44:10 PM: Journal Entry by Master_Liam    “I’m saying you’ve already done plenty of things to regret, you just don’t know what they are. It’s when you discover them, when you see the folly in something you’ve done, and you wish that you had it do over, but you know you can’t, because it’s too late. So you pick that thing up, and carry it with you to remind you that life goes on, the world will spin without you, you really don’t matter in the end. Then you will gain character, because honesty will reach out from inside and tattoo itself across your face.” — The Big Kahuna (1999)   I might ruffle some feathers with this next gem, but here goes. There is a saying that has floated around for I don’t know how long, but I absolutely despise it. I don’t know who invented this quip… this kernel of pseudo-wisdom… and I don’t care. Because every time I hear it my ears bleed. What is this hemorrhage inducing verbal ice pick?“NO REGRETS!”Garbage. I don’t want to know the person who has no regrets. I don’t want to know the person who is unapologetic with their life.   I don’t want to know the person who has never disliked something they’ve done or said; that refuses to recognize or is unaware that their words or actions have negatively influenced a person or situation. And likewise, I do not want to know the person who has never wished they had acted or spoken when they had the opportunity, but did not; when there was an opportunity to positively change the outcome of some situation and they didn’t take it.A person with no regrets is either living their life on the surface of their soul or is a sociopath.   A person with no regrets has no substance, no character. You cannot get close to a person who has no regrets because that person cannot get close to you. I want to know the person who feels they have wronged someone and wishes they hadn’t.   I want to know the person who regrets not trying to stop that person who was hurting another. I want to know the person who has made mistakes with their life and knows it… and regrets. That is the person with more than a story… that is a person who’s life is a novel worth reading.The person who regrets knows what respect is… knows that there are boundaries in life: boundaries of possession, position, relationship, and trust.   The person who regrets knows that they must give in order to get. They understand the cost in life because peoples’ actions and feelings have value… have meaning. They know that breaking those boundaries requires compensation and amends because they have broken those boundaries before and have felt remorse for doing so.The person who regrets is the person who knows what love is… what honor is… because you have never loved if you have never regretted anything. Love is that precious; that sacred.   It is the investment of one soul into another. And regret is the honor of that bond. When you breach that investment and do not regret it, then you never loved in the first place.No regrets. That is the worst statement I have ever heard.  floggingjonny: 10 months ago| delete Truly beautiful and well written Sir. You always have a way with words, and one of the most knowledgeable people in our lifestyle. Wwe are truly lucky to have You Sir.   . Cannibal_Artist: wowza... i don't know if you remember or not... (it has been a few years now since i have been in your physical presence or since this happened) but we once had this very conversation one late evening. it was not long after i found out i was sick with cancer and i mentioned how some people said some odd comments to me trying to cheer me up and like this one 'live with no regrets'.   i broke into tears in the middle of a party, and i mean the ugly face kind of tears and you took me under your arm and asked me why i was so upset. i mentioned there are to sayings i hate the most that being one of them and the other 'keep your chin up'. i also mentioned how i have my regrets in life, mess up i have made and ill advise i have given and would never change them or i would have never learned or grown into the woman i am today. but in saying that i kept wondering if i was a bad person because i did have my regrets, lived my life on the edge, loved and lost, hurt and healed others which all feed into my life as an artist who showed my pain and love through my large scale drawings. was it wrong to love my wrong doings which didn't allow me to fit into the norm?   You sat there just a moment and then you shared a wonderful story with me on your own thought on the situation. very similar to...   'A person with no regrets has no substance, no character.... The person who regrets knows that they must give in order to get. They understand the cost in life because peoples’ actions and feelings have value… have meaning. They know that breaking those boundaries requires compensation and amends because they have broken those boundaries before and have felt remorse for doing so.' Master Liam   ...Your advise was sound and true then as it is today. i never forgot your words to me and it fed my fire deep in me to push through my treatment and to pursue my dreams of moving back east, go to an ivy league art school for my graduate studies and to claw my way to the top in the art world. i am still clawing my way to the top of the art world but i did complete the others in fine form.   but until i read this thread you posted today did i once again feel that fire burn hot once more. over the last 4 months i have not walked into my art studio at all nor have i had the slightest interested in doing any art. but something in this thread hit me hard and made me relive that moment so many years ago again. it is time to get off my hot little butt and walk back into that studio, time to stop feeling sorry for myself for dumb shit and remember the life i have lived with such pleasure and start living again the life that has gotten me to where i am now. thank you so much for posting this and i hope it can touch others in the way it has touched me; once again.. WindRider: I am struggling with this. Because I regret nothing. There has been too much pain and hate in my past that I've had to accept. Choices I've made that I've had to move through and surpass. And each lesson, each mistake, was necessary to me. And has changed me, created someone different. How could I possibly regret all that which has molded me into someone I can love and respect and enjoy being? I am sorry for any I've hurt, and I will never repeat my mistakes and cause another the same. But I will never regret it. Nor wish things might have been different. I live my life without apology because I had to survive it and life is worth too much to suffer eternally for things no longer within my power to fix.. Brandi23: Brandi23   Liam, You put into beautiful words something I've felt most of my adult life. I was married for over 20 years to an awesome man. We had 10-12 unbelievable years together, took on the world, did what we wanted, traveled, and made dreams real. Then he had open heart surgery. And then three years later was diagnosed with cancer. Five years after he was 'cancer free,' we separated and ended our marriage.   I have at least 20 regrets that span the years that illness took over our home. So many times I could have made a different choice that might have significantly altered the outcome of things. But then I think, 'Yeah, but he is alive and cancer free, so some of it was good and not to be regretted.' And that is true...but I'm nearly certain we could have achieved the same outcome via a different route. I do have regrets. Sometimes they keep me up at night. Sometimes not. But I have loved deeply, completely and fully. I felt despair, hopelessness and paralyzing fear. I have had my heart broken, felt tremendous hurt, and wished for a second chance countless times. And yet...still the regrets.   I have some lofty ambitions these days, and I am determined to go full speed ahead. I haven't flushed everything out yet, but I have a goal and I will attain it. I will forge ahead with as much dignity as possible, treating people as well as I've been treated by some, and using the lessons I've learned from others (like you) who have walked before me and made their dreams reality. Will there be regrets? Hell yeah. What will they be about? shrugs shoulders   Thanks for taking time to write this out. It speaks to a place deep inside of me, and it confirms my belief that in order to live fully and completely I have to accept that I will have regrets. You are wise and real, both traits I much admire. I hope we will have the chance to meet in person soon. We've come so close quite a few times. Peace outvelvetgirl   

5/22/2011 5:47:58 PM: **'So few of them are truly ready. They may have flirted with the trappings of a subculture and found it to be the extraordinary aphrodisiac it is. But a steady diet of aphrodisia is far too overwhelming. To survive and to thrive in this world, an applicant must need it more then they need pleasure, more then they need the companionship of peers, more then they need even the barest personal satisfaction.'~Laura Antoniou~

9/2/2010 12:51:27 AM: Polyamorous & Leather Families Polyamory (from Greek πολύ [poly, meaning many or several] and Latin amor [literally “love”]) is the desire, practice, or acceptance of having more than one loving, intimate relationship at a time with the full knowledge and consent of everyone involved. The term polyamory is sometimes abbreviated to poly, and is sometimes described as consensual, ethical, or responsible non-monogamy. The word is sometimes used more broadly to refer to any sexual or romantic relationships that are not sexually exclusive, though there is disagreement on how broadly it applies. Polyamory can refer to the practice or status of a relationship at a given time, or used as a description of a lifestyle, philosophy or relationship orientation (much like gender orientation), rather than of an individual's actual relationship status at a given moment. It is an umbrella term that covers many orientations and modes of relationship. There is fluidity in its definition to accommodate the different shades of meaning which might be covered. Polyamorous relationships are themselves varied, reflecting the choices and philosophies of the individuals concerned. Polyamory differs from polygamy, although the two terms are occasionally used incorrectly as if they are interchangeable. Polygamy more accurately refers to specific structures of recognized relationships, while polyamory is a personal outlook grounded in such concepts as choice, trust, equality of free will, and the idea of compersion, and newer cultural traditions distinct from the religious and cultural traditions of polygamy. Leather Families are those that have bonded through the BDSM lifestyle and have elected to join together as a family.  A leather family generally has structure and protocols in place as well as rituals.  The only way to become part of the family is by invitation.  Each family is different.  Most are not intimate sexually or romantically.  It is strictly a Dominant/submissive association with respect to all members of the family. Old School Leather Families earned their positions.  A dominant did not simply acquire that position because he wanted it.  He went into service to a Master in the family and learned from him such as an apprentice trained with a Master Craftsman.  The ways of the lifestyle were taught and the new dominant knew what it meant to serve another as he had experienced it himself.