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BDSM, for some, is a kink. Merely a way to spice up their love life. To others, it is an identity, and as much a choice as ones sexual orientation. Which is to say, it is not a choice, rather it simply is who one is. To others still, it is something more, something far greater than simply self identity. To some, BDSM is a Way. It is a transcendental path to enlightenment, awareness, and actualization. Yet, in truth, BDSM has many Ways many paths. Mine is Sadism.



I am an intelligent, creative, unrelenting, and absolutely brutal Sadist. My path is one blazed by pain, yet with no small amount of perversion, deviance and debauchery. I am by no means new to this path, having been following it, learning from it, being improved by it, for well over a decade. Like any other trade or craft, Ive discovered that the more I grow, the more I know I do not know. This serves only to further fuel my determination in pursuing my path.



For those asking themselves exactly what I may mean by brutal, Ill tell you that it means precisely what you imagine it means. Whatthat means, is that I am capable of administering precisely the level of brutality youre imagining, from basic cuffs, whips and chains (yawn) to torments as may be seen on Insex (getting warmer) to far, far darker perversions. One thing I will be clear on, though, is my opinion of the difference between Sadism and abuse. Sadism is pered with the purpose of growth, both in the giver and recipient. It is done to further ones self on ones path to fulfillment (hence the screen name). Abuse is simply done for the sake of doing it. The applicability of either, as they manifest in a given method or act, is completely subjective to the individuals involved.



I am here to find slaves, select slaves mind you, who seek fulfillment in their life. By fulfillment, I simply mean that you know (or have a good idea of) whatwho you are and what you want your life to be. I welcome those who seek actualization of their desires. Desires vary from one individual to another, as does ones path to actualization.




I am not seeking the faint of heart. Age, weight, looks, etc are all considerations, but all fall far short of the most paramount requirement that being your definition of what it means to be a slave. Well see if this site will bear any fruit.



*** Yes, the pictures I have posted are pulled from the internet. They serve merely to provide a context for what you might experience. I will provide pictures of myself to you during conversations.


Ladies (and gentlemen), there are sources on the web that perform a function called "reverse image lookup." They allow a user to search the web for any other locations a given image exists, and also show if the supplied "original" image has been cropped or edited. I use tineye on any image I receive that doesn't seem right to me, and I'm usually correct in my suspicions. So, really, stop wasting people's time to get your jollies off. Go watch some porn and whisper sweet nothings to yourself about how clever you think you are. For those of you hesitant to send real images of yourself for fear of privacy infringement, do not use images you also have of various social medias (edited or not) and you're fine. Contrary to popular fear mongering, cross image facial recognition is not all that readily available. The people who do have access to it are either restricted in its use or do not care enough to "track down" random people from a kink related dating site. Caveat*** Just because I use tineye does not mean I go posting people's pictures all over the internet. Really, it does nothing for me. Such lowly, vindictive pettiness is contemptible.
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'intrate
There is an overabundance of people on this site seeking discrete extramarital engagements. This irritates me to no end. The BDSM lifestyle, to whatever degree one chooses to become involved, requires no small measure of trust and integrity, for all parties concerned. This Lifestyle, as I see it, has no place for those who would cast aside any vows of devotion and commitment to their life partner for the sake of getting their rocks off. I'm not talking about swingers, or poly households, or open relationships. I'm talking about the one's who would go begind their spouse's back just for some kinky sex. This Lifestyle, and sites devoted to connecting people within it, have no place for you. Same goes for those I have seen on here seeking to be that third person. To be clear, I do not condemn your choice to seek discrete extramarital sex, and do not presume to know your reasons and justifications. I simply do not believe this is the place for you. Go to ashleymadison
If I were dropped out of a plane into the ocean and told the nearest land was a thousand miles away, I'd still swim. And I'd despise the one who gave up. ? Abraham Maslow
It has been said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, yet trusting them not to. I don't want your love, and if you choose to give me the ability to destroy you, you can trust me to do precisely that.
As an Owner, it is my role and responsibility to seek out that which is the potential slave's ideal version of themself. Prior to accepting the slave as property, I must first learn its most deeply seated desires by guiding their introspection to an unimpeded place of no judgement or influence from the outside world. In this place, one finds clarity of their truest desires, the absolute ideal of what they wish their existence to be. If these ideals are in line with my capabilities, it is my responsibility upon accepting it as property to facilitate such an existence for the slave. This is typically done on a term contract. If the slave's ideals are in line with my own, it will be accepted as permanent property.

The Female Slave's Manifesto


by Woodburn

 

I want to be nothing for You Master. An empty, slimy cunthole, lower and more degenerate than the most burned out junkie city whore. A piece shit for You, something You wipe off the bottom of Your shoe. Nothing. The most emptiest of nothing. A dark hole of being. A woman animal craving penetration and violence. My flesh is here for You to beat upon it, to punch it, to slap it, to whip it, to bruise it, scratch it, mar it, disfigure it, re-shape it. I am just woman-meat for You to play with, Master. Use me for Your pleasure.

 

Use me. I am a fuck-puppet, a pin-cushion, a pain-pig. I am a sweet sheath for Your Cock, a vessel for Your most violent and sadistic desires, just a thing, an object You to use to vent Your rage.

 

Humiliate me, Master. I will drink Your piss and eat Your shit. Only for You, my Master will I do these things. You have brought me down to this as only You know how to do. You know that this is where a woman animal like me belongs and feels happy. I am happiest when I am the emptiest, when all my will is gone, when You hit me the hardest and call me the most vile names imaginable. I am Your pig, my Lord. Your loving, begging, woman-pig and I deserve the most atrocious punishments Your imagination can devise. Have no mercy on me and let me feel the most extreme and deep cruelty You are capable of. Let me come to You, Master, even willing to die for You, to choke for You and bleed for You if that is what will make Your Cock hard and draw the sperm from Your balls.

 

My life is in Your hands. I give it to You as I give You everything. I turn it over to You. I surrender in complete defeat to You, unconditional surrender of my heart, my body, my mind, and my soul. No one but You, Master, has ever owned or will ever own me so completely. Fuck my throat and stifle my breath with Your Cock. Make me fuck the savage pain You strike upon me. Tear into me. Fuck me all up. Put me in the hospital if You wish. Take me away from all that love me and all that I love if You wish. Render me worthless. Make me bleed and hurt my soul. I am Your complete slave. I love You even when You return my love with vile insults and wicked pain. Your sadism is perfect, beautiful and complete. It is the light that burns through me and changes me. Slam it all through me, Master, make me vibrate like an orchestra of strings wailing in agony and pain and sorrow for my lost self, wailing as I spiral downward into deeper and deeper depravity and darkness. Drag me down like the worthless piece-of-shit whore-slut that I am...down into the drowning depths of submission for You. Let me drown for You. Drown me in this addictive and mindless desire that throbs in me and never stops. Let me drink and breathe in this most perfect nothingness of surrender.


Your power over me is absolute. There are no questions to be asked. I am Your helpless lamb. Lead me to slaughter. I am Your good little girl. Punish me heartlessly and leave Your marks on me. Rope me and chain me, bind my flesh. Let Your bindings slice into my flesh and stop my blood. Numb and aching I will spread my thighs for Your angry whip. Make me pay the price, Master.

 

Reduce me to my most common denominator. Empty me of myself and fill me with All that is You. Take everything from me and leave me nothing. Leave me empty. Leave me weak. Leave me lifeless. Fuck me with Your Cock and then with Your fist as if that too were a beating, fuck me lovelessly, thrust into me as if You would kill me with each brutal stroke. Burn Your whips into me. Clamp me. Stretch me. Pierce me. Cut me. Bleed me.

 

I am Your pig and I am ready to be used. I am here to take whatever You plan for me. I live for Your pleasure. I live to drink Your Cum. Take me down, Master.
Show Your whore her place and don't ever let her forget it. And then discard me, throw me away, as if I were nothing more than a used shit-rag. Trample on my love as if it were less than meaningless and laugh at my despair.

 

This is what You have made me and this, for You, have I become.