KarenLovesPain

You know, it's probably a good idea to write a little something every once in a while so people don't get bored.  So, here's a little something ...

Something.

... I hope that will tide you over until I get around to writing a little something again.

:-)

OK, all you "Big Bang Theory" fans, Sheldon type geeks, and Penny luster-afters, here is THE PHYSICS OF SANTA CLAUS ...

I. There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per house hold, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

II. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second.

This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second -- 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional Reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.

III. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional Reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" Reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them -- Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

IV. 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second crates enormous air resistance -- this would heat up the Reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of Reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the Reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire Reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to forces of 17,500 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

V. Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

My Dream

I've been having a recurring dream for the past few months.  I don't have it every night but it does seem like it's been at least once, and sometimes twice, a week for about the last dozen weeks or so.  It's really weird.  This is the dream ...

I suddenly find myself lying naked in the valley between two perfectly straight, parallel, and very VERY high sand dunes.  I hear a faint sound that I can't identify.  It's a drone of sorts.  I get up and start to climb the sand dune on my left.  It's hard to climb because the slope is so steep.  My legs sink into the sand half way up to my calve and I have to lift them up high before I can bring them down in front of me again and slowly work my way up the dune.  The drone gets louder and louder the closer I get to the top.

When I finally manage to work my way all the way up, and can see over the top of the dune, I'm shocked by the sight.  The ground at the top is still sand, but it's perfectly flat.  The sky is completely overcast with a layer of clouds that seem to be only about 30 feet or so overhead.  There are naked bodies hanging in front of me by the wrists.  The people's toes just bearly touch the sand and they're all stretched under their own weight.  The ropes tied around their wrists extend all the way up to the cloud layer and disappear into it, so I can't see what the other ends are attached to.  And, there are millions and millions of naked bodies hanging there in perfectly straight and neat rows.  When I look to my left and right, the front row of bodies extends all the way to the horizon in both directions.  When I look between the bodies in the front row I can see that there are rows and rows behind the front row, and those rows seem to extend to the horizon in front of me as well.

The drone I hear is the combined moans and groans of all these millions and millions of naked and hanging people.  There are both female and male bodies that are staggered female, male, female, male, as far as the eye can see.  And, the air is very thick with the smell of suffering sweat and sexual musk.  It's so thick that it's almost as if there is a light mist in the air made up of sweat and sexual fluid vapor.  The smell is overpowering but not entirely offensive.  In fact, it sort of arouses and stimulates me.

I climb the final few feet up the dune and stand on the flat area in front of all those bodies.  I can't believe what I'm seeing and I feel terribly afraid.  Suddenly, a woman to my right lets out a piercing shriek, goes into spasms, starts to cry, and begins to swing a bit from her rope.  As I look at her, I see a long, gastly looking, raised, red welt slowly begin to materialize across her hairless mons.  I don't know what caused it.  I start to walk toward her when a man on my far left lets out an even louder scream.  I look at him and see an equally terrible welt start to appear across his chest.  Another woman lets out a screech of pain.  I can't tell who it was.  It's coming from deep within this forest of naked and hanging flesh.  I stand there horrified.  I don't know what's happening.  It's as if these people are being struck by invisible bullwhips, but I can't even hear it crack across their flesh.  The welts just suddenly appear for no reason. 

As I stand there watching, it starts happening more frequently.  More and more people let out howls and cries of pain, start to swing from their ropes, and lash marks appear.  With every second, it seems like the rate at which this is happening increases.  The soft drone of moans and groans starts turning into a loud chorus of screams and shrieks.  It's mass torture.  Millions and millions of people are going through agony in front of me at the same time.  I don't know what to do.  I want to help them but I don't know how to stop it.  People hanging near me beg and plead with me to make the pain stop, but I don't know how.  I start walking toward the front row thinking that maybe I can somehow untie their wrist ropes and that would stop it.

As I start taking steps forward I realize that the sand is very wet and I realize why.  It's saturated with the combined sweat of all those people as well as the ejaculations of the men and the vaginal spew of the women.  All of those people are having orgasms.  I look at a man in front of me as he lets out a cry and a hideous welt develops across his belly.  A big glob of white manstuff squirts out of his penis in an arc as he shudders in pain, and it plops into the sand where it slowly disolves into the grains of sand and adds to the stickey goo I'm walking on.  I watch fluid gush out of a woman's ladyhole as she's struck by the invisible bullwhip.  It too splats on the sand and seeps in. 

Everything builds and builds and builds.  More and more and more people are being welted.  More and more and more sweat is dripping off their bodies and into the sand.  More and more and more sexual juices are being squirted and spewed into the sand.  I press the palms of my hands to my ears trying to block out the sound of millions and millions of screaming voices.  I'm terrified now.  I don't know where I am or what's happening.  I turn around and I'm going to run back down the sand dune and hide way down in the valley I came from where the sound wasn't so terribly loud.  But, I can't.  When I turn around there is a brick wall behind me that goes on forever to my left and right, and it's so high it disappears into the low hanging clouds just like the ropes holding up all those bodies.

I feel like I have to get out of there and my only choice is to go forward through all those naked and hanging bodies.  The sand is so stickey and my feet make a sort of slurping sound when I pull them up out of the goo.  I try to carefully move between the bodies, but they're hanging very close together.  There's only a couple of feet of clearance on any side, and when being struck by the lash makes them swing the gaps between the bodies almost disappears.  I have to time it so that I move from row to row when the gaps between swinging bodies opens up side enough so I can pass between people without having to touch them.  I go deeper and deeper into this mass of hanging bodies until I'm surrounded by them.  I don't know where I'm going or how to escape from this place, and the screams of so many millions have my anxiety level so high that it's off the charts.

Then, a swinging body bumps into me as I try to pass it.  I look up and feel like I'm about to go into shock.  It's my sister.  Her nakedness is criss-crossed with hundreds of those ugly lash marks.  She's in agony.  Tears are streaming out of her eyes.  She looks right at me and pleads with me in the most heartwrenching way to save her.  She lets out an ear piercing howl as a welt appears across her breasts and as her vaginal fluids stream out onto my chest and it stings my skin.  I'm shaking all over and feel desperate for some way to help Sara.  I wrap my arms around her waist.  I try to lift her up and I shout at her to try and untie her rope, but I can't lift her up enough to put some slack on the rope so she can do this.  I jump up and down as best I can in the stickey sand trying in utter futility to somehow reach the rope myself.  I'm in a panic.  I start to bellow for someone to help me cut her down eventhough I know it won't do any good.  I can't stop crying for Sara and I feel like my heart is breaking.  Then, Sara looks down at me and tells me that I'm in danger and that she's doomed.  She tells me to run but I can't make myself leave her.  I'm all confused.  I don't know what to do.  She's letting out cry after cry as more and more welts appear on her flesh.  A man hanging next to her is struck and I feel a blob of his manstuff hit my back.  It burns.

Sara is screaming at me to run but I don't want to.  I feel like I'm starting to get hysterical.  I beg Sara to forgive me but I'm so freightened that I do start to run.  I don't try to carefully squeek between the bodies anymore.  I push them out of my way.  I run and run and run until my legs feel like their aching from the effort of pulling my feet out of the stickey sand.  I push my way past thousands of naked bodies and as I do manstuff and pussy juice gets all over my body.  It makes my skin feel like its on fire.  Finally, I'm so exhausted I just can't run anymore.  I drop into the body fluid soaked sand gasping for air and I pass out.

Suddenly, I find myself hanging by my feet in the front row of bodies with my wrists tied to my neck.  The insanity has died down and everything seems to be a bit calm again.  The soft drone of moans and groans is back and all of the bodies are just hanging there limp again.  The brick wall is gone and I see a head rising up over the sand dune.  A naked figure slowly rises up out of the valley.  It's a woman.  She stands there in shock, just as I did, when she see all those bodies hanging in front of her.  I'm the only one hanging upside down and that catches her attention.  She looks directly at me and I realize it's my mother.  She recognizes me quickly and lets out a scream as she drops to her knees crying.  Then, I let out a scream as I feel the invisible bullwhip dig into my flesh.

That's when I wake up with my heart pounding in my chest.  Like I said, I've had this dream a couple of times a week for the last few months and that's why I remember the details so clearly.  I don't know what it means or why I'm having it.  It's weird.  I suppose I should call it a nightmare but it really doesn't seem that way to me.  In a weird sort of way, I actually like that dream.  Again, I don't know why, I just do.  Weird, huh?

Jiggle Boobs (Sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells")

Bashing her sweet ass
In a fit of sado lust
Shatter her like glass
While you got her trussed
Belts 'n whips you add
Making her skin red
What fun it is to lash her bad
Until she feels half dead

Oh, jiggle boobs, jiggle boobs
Bouncing with each swat
Oh what fun it is to ride
On a naked, tortured twat
Oh, jiggle boobs, jiggle boobs
Bouncing with each swat
Oh what fun it is to ride
On a naked, tortured twat

Listen to her scream
As you slice into her back
Split her at the seam
Whack 'n whack 'n whack
Give her cunt a smack
Smell her suf'rin sweat
Her flesh will ripple with each crack
You love it I'll just bet

Oh, jiggle boobs, jiggle boobs
Bouncing with each swat
Oh what fun it is to ride
On a naked, tortured twat
Oh, jiggle boobs, jiggle boobs
Bouncing with each swat
Oh what fun it is to ride
On a naked, tortured twat

Tis the season to go shopping.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Got to do some yuletide cropping.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Buy a bullwhip and a tawse.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Then a slave who's really saucey.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Take her home and hang her naked.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Beat her hard 'cause she can take it.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Cut her down when she's been broken.
Fa, la, la.  La, la, la.  LA, LA, LA.
Now her voice is softly spoken.
Fa, la, la, la, la.  La, la, la, LAAAAAAAAAA.

Heh.  Heh.  Heh.

MERRY XMAS EVERYBODY

SHE DRIVES ME WILD!

I lust after her!  She makes me drool from BOTH sets of lips!  I fantasize about being with her!  I day dream about suffering alongside of her in some hot, dark dungeon torture chamber.  I imagine the two of us being stuffed together into a cramped cage after we've both been tortured, to huddle together and cry on each others shoulders.  I hoard ever image and every video clip of her that I can find on the InterNet.  She is my idol and my ideal.  I stare at those photos for hours and play those clips over and over and over and over again.  I envy her and would love to have her life instead of my own boring existence.  She is marvelous, wonderful, magnificent and there just aren't enough superlatives in the English language to describe her.  I would give anything in this world to meet her, to play with her, and to share myself with her.  I have one clip of her where she is lying on her back with her legs up and spread apart.  She's being beaten right on her pussy with what I think is a flogger.  You can see her labia actually jiggle a bit as the tails strike her flesh.  She doesn't scream as blow after blow lands.  I can almost feel the piercing sting in my own loins while I watch that clip.  I wish I had the whole video instead of just a few seconds of that flogging.  I'd love to watch the whole thing.  Everytime I look at it I get aroused and stimulated both masochistically AND sexually.  I want to drop to my knees and lavish her beaten lady flesh with tender licks and kisses.  She's a masochist's masochist.  Who am I talking about?  I'm talking about the one and only Madison Young!  I love you, Madison, wherever you are.

Honk If Madison Makes You Horney.

Something I Think About ...

A couple of years ago I came across a few photos on the InterNet that hit me like a sledgehammer.  I couldn't take my eyes off them.  I was hypnotized by the sight.  I absolutely loved those images.  Ever since I saw them I've taken to standing in front of the full-length mirror behind my bathroom door trying to imagine myself as the woman I saw in those photos.  To me, what I saw was the ideal slave look.  Here is how I envision myself ...

I'm completely stark naked.

From the top of my head to the soles of my feet my body is utterly hairless.  Even my eyebrows have been shaved off and my eyelashes plucked out.

I have a thick, locked, iron collar around my neck, locked iron shackles around my wrists, and locked iron shackles around my ankles connected by a short hobble chain.

The strip of flesh between the nostrils of my nose are pierced and I have a large cow ring in it.  My nipples are also pierced and ringed.  And, I my clit is also pierced and ringed.

My butt has had a livestock brand of ownership literally burned into the flesh with a red hot iron.

I'm not wearing any makeup and there are no traces of deodorants, creams, or any other products on my body.  All you can smell when you get near me is my natural scent.

My nakedness glistens with an icing of sweat and rivlets of it run down my skin.  I'm criss-crossed with dozens and dozens of vivid, thin, red and scarlet, whip stripes.  And, tears are leaking out of my eyes and running down my cheeks.

That's the image.  I ask you now, isn't that HOT!  I think it is.  That's how I try to imagine myself when I stand naked in front of the mirror.  I would love to look in the mirror and actually see myself that way for real.  I think that is an tremendously erotic and even sensual look.  I get myself aroused every time I think about it.  Do you also think I would look good that way?

Pearl Harbor Day

Today is Pearl Harbor Day, that "day of infamy" that passed through history long before we were born, and yet a day that even those of us who weren't yet alive still remember.  It was a day when the isolationist giant, America, was shaken from it's sleep by the bombs and torpedos of a militaristic foe whose soldiers were eager to commit suicide in the name of their emperor.  It was the day America was violently dragged into history's greatest and bloodiest conflict, and the day America came of age and matured into the role of a global superpower.  It is a day and a battle cry that we, even those of us who were still but a far off twinkle in our father's eyes, should carry on and never forget.

REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR ... because there are still suicidal foes roaming the earth who would strike future blows against us in the misguided belief that God prefers death to life and war over peace.

REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR ... because we must always have that front line of brave soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines standing in harms way, ready to absorb that first blow on behalf of the nation at large and ready to move out and strike back.

REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR ... because even civilians aren't exempt from attack and we must never forget that everyone is vulnerable when we assume we can afford the luxury of keeping one eye closed.

REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR ... because freedom isn't free.

Today, the now calm waters of Pearl Harbor are invaded only by tourists, but two enduring symbols of America's participation in the Second World War are still present and represent the beginning and end of our involvement in that struggle between
dictatorship (be it political or religious) and independence.  Below the surface rests the remains of the battleship U.S.S. Arizona and the tomb of the thousand plus men who went down with their ship on Sunday, December 7th, 1941.  And, not far from that memorial, floating proudly on the surface at the end of her mooring lines, is the battleship U.S.S. Missouri on whose decks the Japanese signed the instrument of surrender on the 2nd of September in the year of our Lord nineteen-hundred and fourty-five ... her sixteen inch guns ready to defend the Arizona and symbolizing the defiant statement "never again".

"O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

Overused Analogy . . .

Oh God ... No .... Please ... Please ... Please ... No More .. No More ... I Can't Take Anymore ... You're Killing Me!

How many times do I have to read that same old overused analogy.  You're the sadistic artist.  My body is your blank canvass.  You're going to paint me with the whip.  When you finish you're going to hang me on a wall and display your handiwork.

Great God Almighty, EVERYBODY is using it.  If you think it's origional, trust me, it isn't.  Do you have any idea how many emails I've gotten that use it?  A LOT!  It's boring.  I stop reading as soon as I hit that part of an email.  It's an instant turn-off.  It's like starting a novel with the sentence, "It was a dark and stormy night ..."  Creative writing instructors cry when students turn in a story that starts out with that line. 

Can you please be a little more origional and imaginative.  Give me an analogy that will tickle my masochistic clit with a cruel feather.  Maybe, you could equate me to the prey that you, the sadistic Tigress or Tiger, silently stalk, pounce on, sink your fangs and claws into as if I were just a piece of meat on the hoof, and then consume in a feeding frenzy of cruel lust.  But, don't use THAT one either.  Come up with something DIFFERENT that will attract my attention and turn me on.  Please, no more of this sadistic artist stuff.  Ok?

A Lifelong, 24/7, TPE Relationship

People have been contacting me over the last few months asking me if I would consider a lifelong, 24/7, TPE relationship.  Well, the answer to that question is probably yes, but it's not really one of my main goals in starting my Collar Me account.  That sort of thing means making a VERY serious committment to the slave lifestyle, and I just don't know at this stage if it's what I really want.  Oh, sure, if something came along that was just too good to pass up I just might be persuaded into making that kind of serious committment, but it would have to be something VERY special, VERY desirable, and VERY appealing.  I'd have to feel a VERY strong attraction to the dominants or dominant involved, and feel a VERY intense and VERY all-consuming NEED, and not just a mere urge or an impulsive desire, to be with them forever.  It could happen, but truely SPECIAL relationships are probably one in a million, so finding one isn't my real objective. 

You see, I have VERY strong masochistic instincts, as well as a deep and compelling NEED to give myself to dominant sadists in a selfless and self sacrificing way.  I like intensity and severity.  I like HARSH cruelty where the people I'm with have no respect for me, aren't easily moved to pity, and are reluctant to ease my pain and suffering by having mercy on me or granting me relief.  I like being with people who torment, torture, abuse, defile, and dehumanize me with such gleeful joy that they make my anguish and misery both prolonged AND profound.  I like being with people who turn me into a pile of utterly trashed and wasted meat, lying in the dirt at their feet in a puddle of my own sweat and pee, so spent and drained of every last bit of strength and energy that I can't even raise my own nakedness up off the ground under my own power.  I like being with people who reduce my body to a state of sheer exhaustion and leave me with every joint aching, every muscle sore, and my flesh so completely covered with welts, cuts, scratches, black and blue blotches, and bruises of every kind that it's hard to find a patch of skin anywhere, from my shoulders to knees, that hasn't been marked up in some way.   I like being with people who subject me to such vile and perverted sexual attrocities that I feel dirty and filthy beyond imagination, and to the point where I feel as if I can never get clean again no matter how often I shower or how hard I scrub myself.  I like being with people who, after they're done with me, actually do have me believing that I'm a sub-human life form that crawled out from under a slimey rock, a disgusting and revolting creature of no earthly value, an insignificant insect that deserves to be ground into pulp under the heel of an oppressive boot, and a worthless pile of lowlife trash that should be thrown into a cesspool and left to rot.

NO!  I am NOT kidding.  That IS the way I like it, want it, and need it.  THAT is what truely satisfies my masochistic urges.  But, I doubt that anyone could tollerate that kind of treatment for anything longer that a week or two.  I can't even begin to imagine being in a situation where that was a daily occurrance day after day, week after week, and month after month for years.  That kind of intensity and severity on a daily basis would eventually ruin my body and destroy my mind--assuming, of course, that I could even survive it for very long.  And, some of the people who have contacted me so far have said that that is exactly what I can expect on a daily basis if I give myself to them.  I just can't picture myself in that kind of relationship, and I know it would be way too much for me to bear eventhough I do have strong masochistic inclinations.  That's why I'm mainly interested in finding people who want OCCASSIONAL encounters in the context of a CASUAL relationship.  I want that severity and intensity only periodically and NOT as an inescapable part of my day to day existence. 

So, I just thought I'd make this journal entry to give people who want to contact me a clearer picture of what I'm seeking.  In short, I'll let you vent your sadistic urges on me to the extreme, but ONLY occassionally--when my own masochistic needs are at a high level and I'm prepared physically, psychologically, and emotionally to endure extreme levels of personal pain, suffering, hardship, misery, deprivation, and abuse.  I'm NOT looking for that as an everyday thing, and that's why I'm not looking to make any kind of serious committment to voluntary slavery.  But, as I said, I don't rule out the possibility of something serious for the RIGHT people and situation.

What Is Masochism?

Is Masochism a mental disorder and a self-destructive disease of the mind, or is it the sign of a colorful and healthy mind easily bored with the same old experiences, and eager to experiment with the full range of sensations these things called "bodies" are capable of producing?

Is Masochism a pure preference, and a choice that people make of their own free wills, or is it almost something genetic, and a path chosen for you from birth in which you have no say?

Is Masochism a selfless and self-sacrificing act of surrender to the will and authority of another, or is it a selfish act submitted to because of the masochist gets personal gratification out of surrendering?

What do YOU think?

Things That Turn Me On . . .

-- Standing stark naked in front of fully clothed dominants, with my legs spread apart, holding my labia wide open to expose my clit and ladyhole, and knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt that the people ogling my body see me as nothing more than a cheap piece of dirty meat with holes in it--and hearing them tell me so right to my face.

-- Hanging naked by my wrists from the ceiling, with my toes just bearly touching the floor, and having the dominant who just whipped me to the point of nearly hysterical crying be so turned on by my suffering that she or he stradles my hip, grinds her or his sex organs against it, squeezes my nipples and pulls my boobs into elongated cones, wrenches my head back to bite my neck, and brings herself or himself to orgasm on my tortured body.

-- Being forced to crawl through the dirt behind someone, naked and on my belly, like a whipped dog, worsipfully kissing every inch of hallowed ground that person blesses with the touch of her or his divine feet.

-- Running naked outside, and as fast as I can, in a big circle, with my boobs flapping around, my flesh rippling as my feet hit the ground, and a glistening icing of sweat covering my body and running down in rivlets, while dominant people watch me and hit me with long and thin switches as I run past their seats.

-- Talking off all my clothes in front of complete strangers (people I've never met before in my entire life), and standing naked in front of them while they feel me up, stick their fingers in me, and examine me as if I were a just a cow at a livestock show that they were thinking of buying.

-- Being in pain and looking around me to see everyone with big smiles on their faces, and hearing them giggle at the way I scream from the tortures being inflicted on me, listening to them chuckle when my body spasms and contorts, and having their laughter echo in my ear when I plead pitifully for mercy and beg pathetically for relief.

-- Standing naked on a high embankment alongside a busy, major highway so people riding by can clearly see me.

And others.

:-)

I suppose . . .

I suppose many people would say that we masochists are an unfortunate group of creatures, cursed with a disease of the mind and condemned by Mother Nature to a life of pain and suffering.  I suppose that even many sadists, the very individuals who need creatures of my kind, call us stupid for allowing our bodies to be tortured and abused by other people.  Is masochism a curse?  Is masochism a disease?  Are we stupid?  I suppose all of those things would be true were it not for the utterly enormous amount of personal satisfaction and personal gratification we masochists get out of the ordeals we not only welcome with open arms but actively seek with a burning need in our bellies.  People who don't have the masochistic gene have no idea what it is like to be inside the body of a masochist as she or he is being tortured.  They have no idea what this thing we call "subspace" is like.  Oh, sure, we describe it over and over again, but to really understand and appreciate why the quest for that state is so compelling, or why it is such a powerful and almost all-consuming motivator, you have to experience the lash for yourself.  It really isn't something that can be accurately described.  But, for those of us who have felt the fangs of the black, serpentine lash sink into our bare flesh, we know we aren't cursed, diseased, or stupid.  We extract so much pleasure from the time we spend in the dungeon torture chamber that we often feel it's the non-masochists who are missing out on one of the most incredibly fulfilling things that can be done to the human body.  For one thing, the personal orgasms I experience when I'm approaching pain saturation far FAR surpass anything I've ever experienced from so-called "normal" intercourse in both intensity and duration.  I almost think that once anyone, masochist or not, has had their first pain climax they'll never be truely satisfied by ordinary sex again.  I suppose non-masochists wouldn't be able to understand why what they think of as a curse is really more of a blessing, and why what they think of as a disease is really more of an addiction.  And, I suppose sadists can't appreciate the fact that while they think they're using us it's often we who are using them.  As the old saying goes, "you can't say you've seen the valley unless you've looked down on it from the mountain".  Does that pretty much sum it all up?  I suppose so.

I came across this while surfing and  thought some of these were so true.

You Know You're Kinky When...(2)
Author: Alkallah © `1998
Whenever possible, permission to use a joke is gained from the author.

...you keep fake hanging plants around the house, just so your mother will never know what all those hooks in the ceiling are really for

...someone refers to a serial killer as sadistic and you roll your eyes, because the man has nothing on you.

...you realized you've charged more in lingerie than you get paid in a year

...you have more toys than your kids

...you take up macrame, just to learn some new knots

...you start rating your CDs by how interesting it'll be to beat someone to

...someone asks how long you've been doing this ponygirl routine, and you snort and start to stamp your foot

...your favorite dessert is hot crossed buns...and you don't eat sweets

...someone says they have a leatherman, you almost say "me too!" before you realize they are talking about the tool gadget on their belt.

...you watch a movie where someone gets tied up and scream at the screen, "Gimme a break, 3 minutes max to get out of that!"

...you join the SCA just so you can learn to make your own chainmail and work with leather!

....you speak of crop rotation with someone, and they aren't a farmer.

...you try to get arrested, just for the handcuffs , body cavity search, humiliation scene and time in the cage.

...you can't pass a candle factory without drooling (or wetting your seat)

...your kids ask you about conditioning leather....and it takes you a minute to realize they are talking about their baseball gloves.

..."chain letter" has a whole different meaning to you.

...you haunt the dollar stores for "pervertibles"

...you've got a toy chest bigger than the one in your 6 year old son's room.

...the local Leather hobby shop offers you a business account.

...your children ask if they can borrow your "costumes" for Halloween.

...your body piercings set off the metal detectors at the court house.

...you need two separate packing and moving crews....one to pack and move the furniture and belongings, and the other to pack and move the "furniture" and "belongings".

...you choose your new house based on it's location: convenient to the leather store, easily directed to by your friends and the local ambulance drivers, and just a mile from the emergency room.

...you become a locksmith to avoid having to make embarassing calls at 2 A.M.'

...the local Home Depot has set you up with a business account...and you are not a contractor or an electrician.

...you move to another city, and the hardware store in your old hometown goes out of business because you don't buy there anymore.

...you say Vanilla like it's a bad word.

...your idea of getting a jump in the morning is to hook up the other end of your nipple clamp to the car battery.

...you nearly cause an accident pulling into the lot where the sign advertises FREE TODAY HOT WAX before you realize it's a car wash.

...your attitude is "electricity, not just a utility, but a way of life".

...you spend more time on your knees than a Catholic priest.

...you consider filing a lawsuit for false advertising when the pizza place has a sign for HOT GREEK-STYLE SUBS but they wouldn't bend over to please you.

...you chose your last car based on the location of the garment hooks.

...the hospital lists you as a triage center, since you're better equipped than the ER.
...you sit on Santa's lap to tell him the toys you want for XMas, and get a free trip on the North Pole.

...you buy clothespins in the supersize family economy bags, and you don't have a family or a clothesline.

...there's enough rope in your bedroom to scale Mt. Everest.

...you find yourself wandering through the wax museum's medieval torture chamber making comments like "gimme a break, my Dom's grandmother could get out of that!"

...getting tattooed and pierced is merely foreplay.

...you bought a souvenir replica of the Washington Memorial because you were too cheap to go to the adult store and get a real butt plug.

...you think Hannibal Lecter is a snazzy dresser.

...someone tries to talk you out of your blind date by saying he's sick and sadistic and you perk, god i hope so!

...you think VA stands for Vanilla Anonymous.

...turning the switch on has precious little to do with making the lights come on when you enter the room.

...the first thing you check when looking for a new car is whether the trunk can hold a bound submissive or two.

...you take advantage of the needle exchange program in your city and you have never used intravenous drugs in your entire life.

...when you're told your brother-in-law is pussy-whipped, it takes you a moment to realize that doesn't necessarily mean he's transgendered.

...someone calls your wife a slut and you thank them.

...your favorite letter of the alphabet is O.

...nose to the grindstone is an orgasmic abrasion fantasy.

...investing in stocks and bonds means refurbishing the play area.

...your children think your primary language is acronyms.

...you overhear your neighbor training his dog to sit, beg, play dead, roll over; and find yourself obeying quicker than the dog does.

...you need to rent a U-Haul to get your toys to the play party.

...your toilet seat is leather.

...your children are named Dom, SAM, Sissy, and Autoerotic Asphyxiation.

What does NASCAR stand for?
Non-Athletic Sport Centered Around REDNECKS
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A man and his wife go to their honeymoon hotel for their 25th anniversary. As the couple reflected on that magical evening 25 years ago, the wife asked the husband, "When you first saw my naked body in front of you, what was going through your mind?"

The husband replied, "All I wanted to do was to fuck your brains out, and suck your tits dry."

Then, as the wife undressed, she asked, "What are you thinking now?"

He replied, "It looks as if I did a pretty good job."
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As an airplane is about to crash, a female passenger jumps up frantically and announces, "If I'm going to die, I want to die feeling like a woman."

She removes all her clothing and asks, "Is there someone on this plane who is man enough to make me feel like a woman?"

A man stands up, removes his shirt and says, "Here, iron this!".
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The newlyweds are in their honeymoon room and the groom decides to let the bride know where she stands right from the start of the marriage.

He proceeds to take off his trousers and throw them at her. He says, "Put those on."

The bride replies, "I can't wear your trousers."

He replies, "And don't forget that! I will always wear the pants in the family!"

The bride takes off her knickers and throws them at him with the same request, "Try those on!"

He replies,"I can't get into your knickers!"

"And you never bloody will if you don't change your attitude."
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How are women and tornadoes alike?

They both moan like hell when they come, and take the house when they leave.
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There was an elderly man who wanted to make his younger wife pregnant. So, he went to the doctor to have a sperm count done. The doctor told him to take a specimen cup home, fill it, and bring it back the next day. The elderly man came back the next day and the specimen cup was empty and the lid was on it. Doctor: What was the problem? Elderly man: Well, you I tried with my right hand...nothing. So, I tried with my left hand...nothing. My wife tried with her right hand...nothing. Her left hand...nothing. Her mouth...nothing. Then my wife's friend tried. Right hand, left hand, mouth....still nothing. Doctor: Wait a minute. You mean your wife's friend too?! Elderly man: Yeah, and we still couldn't get the lid off of the specimen cup.
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A guy walks into a sperm donor bank wearing a ski mask and holding a gun. He goes up to the nurse and demands her to open the sperm bank vault. She says "But sir, its just a sperm bank!", "I don't care, open it now!!!" he replies. So she opens the door to the vault and inside are all the sperm samples. The guy says "Take one of those sperm samples and drink it!", she looks at him "BUT, they are sperm samples???" , "DO IT!". So the nurse sucks it back. "That one there, drink that one as well.", so the nurse drinks that one as well. Finally after 4 samples the man takes off his ski mask and says, "See honey - its not that hard."
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There are four kinds of sex :

HOUSE SEX - When you are newly married and have sex all over the house in every room.

BEDROOM SEX - After you have been married for a while, you only have sex in the bedroom.

HALL SEX - After you've been married for many, many years you just pass each other in the hall and say "FUCK YOU"

COURTROOM SEX - When your wife and her lawyer fuck you in the divorce court in front of many people for every penny you've got.
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This beautiful woman one day walks into a doctors office and the doctor is bowled over by how stunningly awesome she is. All his professionallism goes right out the window...

He tells her to take her pants, she does, and he starts rubbing her thighs.

"Do you know what I am doing?" asks the doctor?

"Yes, checking for abnormalities." she replies.

He tells her to take off her shirt and bra, she takes them off. The doctor begins rubbing her breasts and asks, "Do you know what I am doing now?", she replies, "Yes, checking for cancer."

Finally, he tells her to take off her panties, lays her on the table, gets on top of her and starts having sex with her. He says to her, "Do you know what I am doing now?"

She replies, "Yes, getting herpies - thats why I am here!"
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This couple were in bed getting busy when the girl places the guys hand onto her pussy. "Put your finger in me..." she asks him. So he does without hesitation, as she starts moaning. "Put two fingers in...", she says. So in goes another one. She's really starting to get worked up when she says, "Put your whole hand in!". The guy's like, "Ok!". So he has his entire hand in, when she says moaning aloud "Put both your hands inside of me!!!". So the guy puts both of his hands in! "Now clap your hands..." commands the girl. "I can't", says the guy. The girl looks at him and says "See, I told you I had a tight pussy!".
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A dog, a cat, and a penis are sitting around a camp fire one night. The dog says, "My life sucks, my master makes me do my business on a fire hydrent!". The cat says, "I don't think so, my master makes me do my business in a box of cat litter." The penis outraged, says "At least your master doesn't put a bag over your head and make you do push ups until you throw up!"
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A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, "Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!". The woman says, "Me too, you've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!"
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A couple just got married and on the night of their honeymoon before passionate love, the wife tells the husband, "Please be gentile, I'm still a virgin." The husband being shocked, replied, "How's this possible? You've been married three times before." The wife responds, "Well, my first husband was a gynecologist and all he wanted to do was look at it. My second husband was a psychiatrist and all he wanted to do was talk about it. Finally, my third husband was a stamp collector and all he wanted to do was...oh, do I miss him!"
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On their first night together, a newlywed couple go to change. The new bride comes out of the bathroom showered and wearing a beautiful robe. The proud husband says, "My dear, we are married now, you can open your robe." The beautiful young woman opens her robe, and he is astonished."Oh, oh, aaaahhh," he exclaims, "My God you are so beautiful, let me take your picture. Puzzled she asks, "My picture?" He answers, "Yes my dear, so I can carry your beauty next to my heart forever".

She smiles and he takes her picture, and then he heads into the bathroom to shower. He comes out wearing his robe and the new wife asks, "Why do you wear a robe? We are married now." At that the man opens his robe and she exclaims, "oh, OH, OH MY, let me get a picture". He beams and asks why and she answers, "So I can get it enlarged!"
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John just graduated from clinical psychology and opens his first office. After some successful advertising he is astounded to have nearly 300 people wanting to be in group therapy. John decides to rent a big hall and invite the entire group. To break the ice, and to get the therapy started, John decides to ask a show of hands how often the attendees had sex. He first asks for a show of hands of all the people who had sex almost every night. A modest number of hands were raised. He then asks, how many had sex once a week? This time a larger number of hands were raised. John then asks how many had sex once or twice a month? Again a few hands were raised. After John polled his group several more times he noticed one guy sitting off to the side with this huge beaming grin on his face. John noticed that the guy never raised his hand, so he asked him how often he had sex. The guy said, ?Once a year!? To John's dismay, he responds, ?Why are you so happy getting sex only once a year?? The grinning guy responds, "Tonight?s the night!"
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Three guys go to a ski lodge, and there aren't enough rooms, so they have to share a bed. In the middle of the night, the guy on the right wakes up and says, "I had this wild, vivid dream of getting a hand job!" The guy on the left wakes up, and unbelievably, he's had the same dream, too. Then the guy in the middle wakes up and says, "That's funny, I dreamed I was skiing!"
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One day Mr. Smith, the president of a large corporation, called his vice-president, Dave, into his office and said, "We're making some cutbacks, so either Jack or Barbara will have to be laid off." Dave looked at Mr. Smith and said, "Barbara is my best worker, but Jack has a wife and three kids. I don't know whom to fire."

The next morning Dave waited for his employees to arrive. Barbara was the first to come in, so Dave said, "Barbara, I've got a problem. You see, I've got to lay you or Jack off and I don't know what to do?" Barbara replied, "You'd better jack off. I've got a headache."
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A blind man interviews for a job as a quality controller at the local wood mill. The manager calls the blind man into his office and asks him how he expected to do this job since he was blind. The blind man replied he would do it by smell. The manager decides to test him and places a piece of wood in front of him. The manager asks, "What is it without touching it?" The blind man replies, "That?s a good piece of fir." "Correct,? says the manager, ?now try this one." "That?s a bad piece of willow," says the blind man. "Correct," answers the manager.

With that, the manager decides to play a trick on the blind man. He get his secretary to lift up her dress and put her crotch in the blind mans face. "I'm confused,? says the blind man, ?Can you turn it around?" The secretary turns around and puts her ass in his face. The blind man says, "Oh, you?re trying to fool me! But I know exactly what kind of wood that is. It?s the shit house door off a tuna boat!"
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Construction worker on the 5th floor of a building needed a handsaw. So he spots another worker on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he can't hear him. So the worker on the 5th floor tries sign language.

He pointed to his eye meaning "I", pointed to his knee meaning "need", then moved his hand back and forth in a hand saw motion. The man on the ground floor nods his head, pulls down his pants, whips out his chop and starts masturbating.

The worker on 5th floor gets so pissed off he runs down to the ground floor and says, "What the fuck is your problem!!! I said I needed a hand saw!".

The other guy says, "I knew that! I was just trying to tell you - I'm coming!"
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One day an at home wife is alone and the doorbell rings.

She opens it to a guy, "Hi, is Tony home?"

The wife replies, "No, he went to the store, but you can wait here if you want."

So they sit down and after a while of silence the friend says "You know Sara, you have the greatest breasts I have ever seen. I'd give you a hundred buck just to see one."

Sara thinks about it for a second and figures, what the hell - a hundred bucks! She opens her robe and shows one to him for a few seconds. He promptly thanks her and throws a hundred bucks on the table. They sit there a while longer and guy then says "That was so amazing I've got to see both of them. I'll give you another 100 dollars if I could just see the both of them together."

Sara amazed by the offer sits and thinks a bit about it and thinks, heck, why not? So she opens her robe and gives Chris a nice long chance to cop a look.

A while later Tony arrives back home from the store. The wife goes up to him, "You know, your friend Chris came over."

Tony thinks about it for a second and says, "Well did he drop off the 200 bucks he owes me?"
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A kindergarten teacher one day is trying to explain to her class the definition of the word "definitely" to them. To make sure the students have a good understanding of the word, she asks them to use it in a sentence. The first student raised his hand and said "The sky is definitely blue". The teacher said, "Well, that isn't entirely correct, because sometimes it's gray and cloudy".

Another student says, "Grass is definitely green." The teacher again replies "If grass doesn't get enough water it turns brown, so that isn't really correct either."

Another student raises his hand and asks the teacher "Do farts have lumps?" The teacher looked at him and said "No...But that isn't really a question you want to ask in class discussion." So the student replies, "Then I definitely shit my pants."
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Wife : "I dreamt they were auctioning off dicks. The big ones went for ten dollars and the thick ones went for twenty dollars."

Husband : "How about the ones like mine?"

Wife : "Those they gave away."

Husband : "I had a dream too...I dreamt they were auctioning off cunts. The pretty ones went for a thousand dollars, and the little tight ones went for two thousand."

Wife : "And how much for the ones like mine?"

Husband : "That's where they held the auction."
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The queen of England was visiting one of Canada's top hospitals, and during her tour of the floors she passed a room where a male patient was masturbating.

"Oh my god!", said the Queen, "That's disgraceful, what is the meaning of this???"

The doctor leading the tour explains, "I'm sorry your ladyship, this man has a very serious condition where the testicles rapidly fill with semen. If he doesn't do that five times a day, they would explode and he would most likely die instantly."

"Oh, I am sorry" said the Queen.

On the next floor they passed a room where a young nurse was giving a patient a blow job.

"Oh my God", said the Queen, "What's happening in there?"

The Doctor replied, "Same problem, better health plan."
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A little boy and his grandfather are raking leaves in the yard. The little boy sees an earthworm trying to get back into its hole. He says, "Grandpa, I bet I can put that worm back in that hole." The grandfather replies, "I'll bet you five dollars you can't. It's too wiggly and limp to put back in that little hole."

The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair spray. He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board. The boy then proceeds to put the worm back into the hole. The grandfather hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray and runs into the house.

Thirty minutes later the grandfather comes back out and hands the boy another five dollars. The little boy says, "Grandpa, you already gave me five dollars." The grandfather replies, "I know. That's from your Grandma."
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Dirty Little Matt is sitting in the back of math class, obviously not paying any attention, when the teacher calls his name.

"Yeah teach?" he replies.

"If there are three ducks on a fence and you shoot one of them with a shotgun, how many are left?" asks the teacher.

Matt answers "Well, teach, if I shoot one of them with a shotgun, the loud noise is gonna make them all fly off."

"No, Matt, there will be two left if you shoot one with a shotgun, but I like the way you're thinking." the teacher responds.

"Well, teach, I've got a question for you... There are 3 women that come out of an ice-cream parlor, one is biting her ice-cream cone, one is licking it, and one is sucking on it. Which one is married?"

The teacher, a little taken back by the question answers, "Well, uh, gee Matt, I guess the one that's sucking on the ice cream."

Matt replies "No teach, the one that has the wedding ring on her finger, but I like the way you're thinking!"
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A woman posts an ad in the news paper that looks like this...

'Looking for man with these qualifications; won't beat me up; or run away from me and is great in bed.'

She got lots of phone calls replying to her ad but met someone perfect at her door one day. The man she met said, "Hi, I'm Bob. I have no arms so I won't beat you up and no legs so I won't run away."

So the lady says, "What makes you think you are great in bed?"

Bob replies, "I rang the door bell didn't I?"
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Three sisters wanted to get married, but their parents couldn't afford it so they had all of them on the same day. They also couldn't afford to go on a honeymoon so they all stayed home with their new hubbies. That night the mother got up because she couldn't sleep.

When she went past her oldest daughter's room she heard screaming. Then she went to her second daughters room and she heard laughing. Then she went to her youngest daughter's room and she couldn't hear anything.

The next morning when the men left the mother asked her oldest daughter, "Why were you screaming last night?" The daughter replied "Mom you always told me if something hurt I should scream."

"That's true." She looked at her second daughter. "Why were you laughing so much last night?"

The daughter replied "Mom you always said that if something tickled you should laugh."

"That's also true." Then the mother looked at her youngest daughter. "Why was it so quiet in your room last night?"

The youngest daughter replied "Mom you always told me I should never talk with my mouth full."
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A depressed young woman was so desperate that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the ocean. When she went down to the docks, a handsome young sailor noticed her tears, took pity on her, and said, "Look, you've got a lot to live for. I'm off to Europe in the morning, and if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take good care of you and bring you food every day." Moving closer, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and added, "I'll keep you happy, and you'll keep me happy."

The girl nodded yes, after all, what did she have to lose? That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. From then on, every night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made passionate love until dawn.

Three weeks later, during a routine search, she was discovered by the captain. 'What are you doing here?' the captain asked. She got up off the ground and explained, "I have an arrangement with one of the sailors. He's taking me to Europe, and he's screwing me."

The captain looked at her, "He sure is lady, this is the Staten Island Ferry.'
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A boy is at school and he hears the older kids talking about pussy, and their bitch. The boy confused by this goes to his mother. "Mom", the boy asks, "What's a pussy?"

The mother being startled by this thinks quick and finds the closest dictionary and opens it up to a picture of a cat and says "Son, that is a pussy." the son then asks "What's a bitch?" The mother again thinking quickly opens to a picture of a dog and says "Son, this is a bitch."

The son walks away still confused, and sees his father watching television. The son walks up to his father and says "Dad, what's a pussy?" The father doesn't want to miss the baseball game so he quickly whips out his Penthouse magazine to the centerfold, grabs a marker and draws a circle around the vagina and says "Son, this is a pussy!"

The son, now starting to understand what the older boys are talking about asks "Then, what is a bitch?"

The dad replies, "That's everything outside the circle!"
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One Christmas Eve, Santa Claus comes down the chimney and is startled by a beautiful 19 year old blonde. She said "Santa, will you stay with me?",  Santa replied, "Ho Ho Ho gotta go, gotta go, gotta deliver these toys to good girls and boys."

So she took off her night gown, wearing only a bra and panties, she asked "Santa, now will you stay with me?"

"Ho Ho Ho gotta go, gotta go, gotta deliver these toys to gook girls and boys."

She takes off everything and says "Santa, now will you stay with me?"

Santa replies "Gotta stay, gotta stay, can't get up the chimney with my dick this way!"
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A woman and her little boy were walking through a park in New York and they pass two squirrels having sex. The little boy asks his mom, "Mommy, mommy, what are they doing?" The lady responded, "They're making a sandwich." Then they pass two dogs having sex and the little boy again asks what they were doing. His mother again replied they were making a sandwich. A couple of days later the little boy walks in on his mother and father and said "Mommy, Daddy, you must be making a sandwich because, Mommy has mayonnaise all over her mouth!!!"
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This guy wakes up out of a deep sleep and, feeling real horny, nudges his wife awake and asks, "Why don't we get it on, eh?" She replies, "I have an appointment at the gynecologist tomorrow and you know I don't like to make love the night before." So the husband agrees and rolled back over and started to go back to sleep.

A few minutes later, he nudges his wife again and asks, "You don't by any chance have a dentist's appointment tomorrow, do you?"
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Two five year old boys are standing at the toilet to pee. One says, "Your thing doesn't have any skin on it!".

"I've been circumcised.", the other replied.

"What's that mean?"

"It means they cut the skin off the end."

"How old were you when it was cut off?"

"My mom said I was two days old."

"Did it hurt?", the kid asked inquiringly.

"You bet it hurt, I didn't walk for a year!"
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A teacher was wrapping up class, and started talking about tomorrow's final exam. He said there would be no excuses for not showing up tomorrow, barring a dire medical condition or an immediate family member's death. One smart ass, male student said, "What about extreme sexual exhaustion?", and the whole classroom burst into laughter.

After the laughter had subsided, the teacher glared at the student, and said, "Not an excuse, you can use your other hand to write."
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A woman is in the delivery room giving birth, the doctor tells her to push. She does and the baby's head pops out. The doctor says, "Oh! Your baby has slanted eyes." To which she replies "Yeah I heard them Chinese men were pretty good, so I decided to give them a try.?

The doctor shrugs it off and tells her to push again. This time the baby's body comes out. "Holy Shit, your baby has a white body," the doctor says. "Yeah I heard them white men were pretty good so I decided to give them a try," she said.

The doctor shrugs it off again and tells her to push again and that will be it. So she does and the legs come out. "Holy Shit! Your baby has black legs," the doctor said. "Yeah I heard them black men were pretty good so I decided to give them a try," she said.

So the doctor shrugs it off again and ties the umbilical cord and slaps the baby on the ass, it starts to cry. The doctor turns to the woman and asks, "How are you going to deal with a baby who has slanted eyes, white body, and black legs?" The woman replies "I'm just glad it didn't bark!"
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Who I would love to meet through this profile.

What Is Torture?  Torture is a sex act.  What is pain?  Pain is a narcotic and an aphrodesiac.  What are sadists and masochists?  Sadists and masochists are lovers who give each other sexual gratification through the giving and receiving of pain.  Is it homosexual for a sadist of one gender to torture a masochist of the same gender?  Of course it isn't homosexual.  Sadomasochism is a genderless form of sexual interaction where the pain caused by the sadist induces an orgasmic rush in the masochist and where the masochist's suffering induces an orgasmic rush in the sadist even if the sex organs of one never touches the body or sex organs of the other.  If you don't agree with those statements then we are probably not compatable partners.  I am a sexual masochist.  What does that mean?  Well, for one thing it means that I'm pain orgasmic.  When I'm in enough pain for a long enough period of time I climax.  My sex organs don't even have to be directly touched or stimulated for pain to induce an orgasm in me.  It just happens spontaneously.  When I'm being tortured I reach a point where I suddenly go into orgasmic convulsions and the vaginal fluid just spews ut of my ladyhole.  And, I can't control it either--nor would I ever want to control it or prevent that response from happening.  A pain induced orgasm is incredibly intense and lingering.  I worship and adore sexual sadists.  I love men and other women who, like me, are sexually atune to pain and who respond sexually to pain.  That is to say, I love sadists whose bodies are capable of experiencing spontaneous orgasms just by looking at my tortured nakedness and by watching how I suffering.  If you are a sadist who responds that way then I want to meet you most of all.  It doesn't matter if you are a Mistress or a Master.  If we can share simultaneous and spontaneous orgasms together simply because you are torturing my body then I want to be the instrument of your pleasure and gratification.  That is what I'm seeking most of all--sadists who orgasms to inflicting pain just as I orgasm to enduring pain.

The Slavegirl
-- by  karen --

Strip me.
Whip me.
Beat me.
Eat me.
Treat me like a filthy whore,
Use me 'till I'm good and sore.

Bash me.
Trash me.
Waste me.
Taste me.
I'm a piece of female meat,
Born to lick your toilet seat.

Kick me.
Stick me.
Gag me.
Drag me.
I'm a thing without a brain.
I'm a thing that lives on pain.

Sell me.
Smell me.
Prick me.
Lick me.
Torture me until I scream,
Split me open at the seam.

Cut me.
Gut me.
Rake me.
Stake me.
I'm a worthless milking cow.
I'm a stinking lowlife sow.