The Apparent Trend of Telling Me...GTFOH

Apparently there must have been a convention for the opposing gender last year or maybe it is a dna based property.  But folk trying to tell me how I think, feel act and what predict about me has gotten beyond ludicrous.

The funny part is none of them know me longer term. Or even long enough to actually get the card to be able to make moves like that. I especially are entertained by females that are on social media or in bdsm that may have interacted with me and think they can get reckless with their thoughts and mouth. But that was because I tried to do that gray area shit and got what I got from it. It is all good lesson learned.

Now that is not to say there isn't someone that can talk to me like that because they know me and have been cleared to be able to do that because of knowing me.

And folk trying to tell me when to use the word female instead of woman is hilarious on facebook. That shit right there still has me dying.


Well, another chapter in the life unscripted adventures.  Plus more coming. And the alternate spot definitely gives clarity.

You guys have a great weekend. Live it fully, directly and seize each moment.

Mic Check, Mic Check...Deep Six in Effect

Well the female parental unit made it through another surgery. Time to see what else is next up on the agenda with her still in the hospital.

I have stared into the abyss for a long time now. And now it stopped staring back at me. The solitude has ran away and now there is only the inferno.

I took a step back before I got married, but to a more evolved point. A tactical plan to deal with, survive and overcome this modern day.

Not much to express here. Radio silence still the best bet for most everything. Trust, dependability and reliability are higher premiums now.

Just me, myself and I with the musical beats that feed the ABM Beast.


Make those moves right now and don't let anyone deter you.

A Short: Desecration of Chocolate...the Beginning

I always loved her chocolate skin. The deliciousness that it inspired and her curves were the fine lines that make the dick rise.

She walked in with her usual casual sexiness. So I looked down upon her. Into those deep, dark eyes. Her full lips glistened. Begging for my attention. So I kissed and tasted their succulence.

I told her to strip. And she did what she was told. No doubt expecting us to have sex and play like always. But today I am here to destroy and break her. To take away her arrogance and safety and feed upon her fear and despair.

She stood there. In all her naked chocolate glory. Waiting. Awaiting what would be next.

I moved in close. Swiftly grabbing her by the throat to choke slam her to the floor. Startled and stunned she gasped. Tried to gain purchase on what just had happened. But the slaps to the face as I called her a worthless whore and slut took her away from thoughts of understanding.

Dragging her by her twists across the cold tile floor. I feel her squirming. Which only makes me pause to slap her harder. I reach my spot as I grab a handful of her hair and put her in a reverse choke hold. Smiling at her gasps for needing breath. Whispering, "where is that dominating attitude of yours now?" I keep the pressure on until you begin the stage of passing fully out. Then I let you fall to the floor.

As you lay there I grab the red rope. Tying your titties up nice and tight. Each one tied separately around and around. Attaching the magnetic clamps on each side of each nipple. The pain flares up inside you awakening your sterilizing pain.  As you reach to pull the tope and take the clamps off you feel your titties and nipples pulled hard and fast toward the ceiling. As I tie the rope to the beam in the ceiling. You feel the strain of breast tissue and nerves being pulled and pulled deeply. your screams and tears fall upon me like cheers.

"Spread your legs now bitch!" is all that I say as you obey. To be met with a rough slap to the pussy. As my hand cups and then squeezes your pussy lips you are confused whether to moan or scream. As I pull the pussy lips apart and slap your clit. You jump expectantly.  Attaching the butterfly clamps to each pussy lips you squirm. I laugh and slap you in the face again. Making the tension on your nipples and tittles intensify again. You whimper. Only to dream again in earnest as your pussy lips are pulled separately to the sky as I attach the chained butterfly clips to the spreader bar.

You begging, "please Daddy, please" as I just watch you swinging. Tits pulled hard and taught. Chocolate veins showing prominently. Or the distended pussy lips praying up to me. You want it to stop but this is just the beginning....




The start of some short story writing. Will see the feedback before I continue.

Poetry: Are you able?

Are you able?

Are you able to?

Accept and understand

Without trying to do a plot twist

To have your own way

Control the Altered Beast

Are you able to?

Listen to what I speak

Instead of using your interpretation

With prepared notations

To attempt to tell me

How I feel

What I think

How it is wrong according to the way you think

Are you able to?

Wait..

You claimed you didn’t do these things

Are you that deep into your misrepresentation?

Or did you just believe your hype

Knowing that it wasn’t right

Are you able to?

Just be true to what you claimed from the beginning

Leave behind therapeutic analyzations

Or gender based malnourished thinking

Damn

I guess you showed me

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/14/18  ©

Beast Mode Poetry: Masochist Assassination

Masochist Assassination

I slightly turn my head

The only acknowledgement

That you entered the room

You know what to do

Stand there until I acknowledge you

I rise to look you in the face

A sneer upon my face

The choke begins

As you gasp

The blade of the knife touches your clavicle

Slicing through your shirt and bra

As you gasp

I finish cutting through your jeans and panties

As the cold air stings your skin

Your chokehold begins

Gasp bitch, gasp

You want that next breath

My soft whisper in your ear

As the depravation mask slips over your head

I am going to kill you

Each slap to the head

Staggering and disorientating you

Your arms snatch above your head

Your instinctive struggle receives

A punch to the solar plexus

You struggle to breathe

As your wrists are cuffed and you hang completely

Intermittent strikes

Between paddle and vampire gloves

Buildup of pain all over

Ass smack

Ass smack

You think the respite has begun

As the sting of each whip swing

Permeates every inch of your body

Letting the knife slice in

Leaving my marks

My design

My name

Upon your back

Fully carved in

Hang there

Trying to breathe and just catch your breath

Feeling the flow of blood

Over dried blood stains

Body bursting in pain

Then

The cold splash came

As pain flares up in every

Mark and cut sustained

Stinging and sizzling

I wish you could hear my laughter

At your screams

Single tail dances upon you

Cuts opening like rose gardens

Your nerve endings blossom anew

The tears flow

From beneath the mask

To drop upon amply marked

Tits

Your nipples clamped

Tightly in pain and suction

The sjambok

Makes the crescendo

As your screams

Reach the pitch and level that I need

Sobbing uncontrollably

Your chest heaves in

Absorbent distress

I lick my lips

Remove your hood

Wait for your adjustment to the light again

Kiss your forehead

That is Daddy’s

Good whore

Good little bitch

His little masochist

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/14/18  ©