Got “Torture Sticks”?

Got “Torture Sticks”?

Could it be that 50 Shades of Grey really opened the floodgates?

Has kink/BDSM really become that mainstream?

I ask those questions because there’s a new line of cigars of which I’ve just become aware.[2. insert kudos and a “shout out” to ProfCedar who posted about the cigars at FetLife]  Not only is the brand name of the cigars intended to play to the BDSM mentality, the individual cigars are…

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What does it take to be a Samadhi slave?

What does it take to be a Samadhi slave?

flogging-anon-neighbor_artWhat does it take to be a Samadhi slave?

All it really takes … is all you’ve got!

My dear friend Alpha, is prone to saying that Master Michael doesn’t do anything half-assed, and that’s probably even more true than he knows.  The sweet ladies who are my submissives, Serafina and Sinnara, can also confirm.

I don’t want their submission on a part time basis I’m not interested in submission in…

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If Orange is the New Black Then Black is the New White

If Orange is the New Black Then Black is the New White

what white apparently doesn’t mean to me

I’m going to be honest here, I’ve got nothing.  It’s not so much writer’s block, as it is a difficulty changing gears.

I’ve been obsessed with cigars of late.  It’s a hobby of mine since last summer, but it’s really blossomed of late.  My cigar obsession really took off since I started sampling a variety of different offerings from online vendors.

I was…

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Somehow, she doesn’t see herself as beautiful …

Really?

What mirror has she been looking into?

A self portrait from my lovely submissive Sinnjara …

(Posted with her permission – of course.)  

Photo effects, with love, by Michael Samadhi.unnamed

Sinful Sunday

Corseted Beauty Somehow, she doesn’t see herself as beautiful … Really? What mirror has she been looking into?

Welcome to the Clitourethrovaginal Complex

I woke up one morning, earlier this week, to discover that my wife’s g-spot was gone.

Sinnjara’s disappeared too.  Gone! Poof !  Their G-spots (apparently) disappeared without a chance for me to even say goodbye!

At least that’s what I’m told.  I certainly don’t agree. You see, earlier in the week  I read an article at Salon.com with the following headline – The truth about the “G-spot”: Why it’s…

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Sending Smoke Signals

Communicate!

There are lots of ways that we, as humans, communicate with each other.

Obviously there is verbal communication, that’s what naturally springs to mind for most of us when we hear the word.  Once we are past a couple years of age, words shape our perception of things, and the spoken word is king.  As children we spent hours upon hours listening to our teachers talk, likely far more…

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Erotica Review - Submission: Erotica for Women

Erotica Review – Submission: Erotica for Women

Submission: Erotica for Women
Eyes blindfolded. Mouth gagged. Hands chained to the headboard. You’re on display, ready for him—ready to be used. And the only sound in the room is your own breathing…until you hear him close the door behind you. Let these tales give you inspiration for the next time you find yourself in a tight spot.

The excerpt arrived as a promise of the contents for the purpose…

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It’s been a long tough summer for everyone in my leather family.  As I talked about previously in a post called #$@&%*! Sciatica!?!, pain from a vertebrae literally sitting on a nerve has left me in agony since spring.  When Master suffers it wears on everyone.  No matter how hard I try, there’s just no way around the fact that when I’m in severe pain it’s going to have an effect on my girls.

At the same time I was suffering, Sinnjara spent the better part of two months moving to a new place.  All the while she was spending between three and five nights a week here with Serafina and I.  The stress of the move got to be so much that I sent Serafina to help for a couple of weeks back in July.  I hope it helped, but know it was still a stressful time for all involved.  Serafina’s had her own issues with back pain too, and I’m sure all the extra work didn’t help her chronic problems.

So, for being such a diligent slave, and for helping me through the summer (her service really has been taken up to a new level) I felt Serafina needed a reward.  When a corset sale showed up in my “in-box”, it proved to be an opportune time to act.  Not only did I find a corset in my price range (under $60) – I found one that is easily the equal of most any others in her collection in terms of it’s beauty.

The current thinking is that we’ll be adding some new protocols to give her more excuses to dress up for me.  For instance, she’ll be dressing in one of her corsets every time I have a cigar.

Another Reward for Serafina It’s been a long tough summer for everyone in my leather family.  As I talked about previously in a post called…

Bound and Delivered

bound and delivered

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Sinful Sunday

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mas·och·ism

BDSM is an enthralling dance between partners.

At times, it’s outright magical.

The submissive inside Serafina never fails to seduce my inner dominant …

The masochist inside Sinnjara never fails to seduce my inner sadist …

Both are beautiful ladies.  Different yet similar.

For a man who’s made embracing and understanding kink to be his life’s greatest quest, these two wonderful women are…

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What Do You Doubt?

What Do You Doubt?

doubt –  /dout/

verb (used with object)

  1. to be uncertain about; consider questionable or unlikely; hesitate to believe.
  2. to distrust.
  3. Archaic. to fear; be apprehensive about.

verb (used without object)

  1. to be uncertain about something; be undecided in opinion or belief.

noun

  1. a feeling of uncertainty about the truth, reality, or nature of something.
  2. distrust.
  3. a state of affairs such as to occasion…

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#$@&%*! Sciatica!?!

I’m disappointed. That’s the bad news.  The good news is, that my disappointment is internal.  I’m upset with myself.

#$@&%*! Sciatica!?!

I’m disappointed. That’s the bad news.  The good news is, that my disappointment is internal.  I’m upset with myself.