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masochista

A very personal blog on sadomasochism, slavery, life, pain, joy and death.

VNICVS VENENVM DOLORI ANIMIS EXCARNIFICO CORPORIS

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Is there in this world...?
Posted:Sep 1, 2008 11:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:13 pm
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...a Goddess who knows how to destroy your body without destroying your soul...

...a Witch who knows how to bewitch your soul without bewitching your spirit...

...a demon who laughs and gets horny with your crying and screams...

...an angel who heals your wounds and dries your tears...

...a teacher who tames and punishes you...

...a who breaks and take control of you...

...a friend who cares and protect you...

...a being with a will: to enjoy a good life, with love and honor, with secrets and futures, to be together in complicity and look and each others's eyes forever...

...and to die in her lap...

¿...is there in this world?
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Don't pity me.
Posted:Dec 2, 2007 5:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2009 5:32 am
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Don't pity me. I'm happier than you.

I've finally found my place in the world. The lost motherland all of us crave for.

All the dark thoughts, all the rage, all the guilt vanish in this new world.

Now I'm livestock, an animal, a thing. I have no hands, no eyes, no possible word or movement.

Everything is now under control. Even my sphinters are now managed from outside.

All the dark thoughts, all the rage, all the guilt vanish in this new world.

Now I'm free.

***

Proprietess comes.

I adore her. She's my goddess, my universe. The mom I never had.

I tremble of love, fear and worship when she's near.

She provides me with everyhting I need: herself, 50 sq ft and some water and salts, pissing in my throat.

I'm hers. Truly hers.

So she has every right on me.

I'm so grateful.

If she wants to kill me, I'll die happily.

Perhaps, some day, she'll do it.

But the rebellious dirty thing is still out of control.

It would unrespectfully cum every time Proprietess touches me. That's far from perfect control, an insult to the goddes who has taken over me so generously.

Fortunately, she knows better and she produces the spikes.

Once the bleeding dirty thing is under control,
Proprietess makes sure it's kept under control.
She has sewn it into a swelling mess.

Now she's horny.
I've learnt her touch, and her smell.
She spits in my mouth.

You know, the biggest humiliation for a male is to be with his horny goddess and being unable to fuck her. It's a natural instinct. And when you're unable to do it because that very goddess has destroyed such capacity, then don't ask me why, but...

...but that's the instant when you deeply know you're hers.

The pain.
Absolute pain.
Absolute pain is the absolute experience.
I mean, you can fake or hide anything: love, hate, anger, rage, fear, happiness, joy, lust... But you can't fake or hide absolute pain.

Thanks to absolute pain, Proprietess knows that you're her property. That she can do wathever she wants with you, and you'll never leave her.

Thanks to absolute pain, you know that you're owned by Proprietess. That she can do wathever she wants with you, and she'll do, forever.

Thanks to absolute pain, Proprietess cums eight, ten, twelve times. And I'm so happy that I'd cry in emotion if I weren't screaming as hell.

Absolute pain purifies, cleans, wipes out the guilt, the fear, the anxiety, the despair. Since you have been punished, it brings back your innocence.

Absolute pain is the only true proof of absolute love.

Once Proprietess has cleaned and healed my soul, she cleans and heals my injured body.

Proprietess is my goddess of life: she destroys me, then brings me back into existence.

She's what I have been craving for since original Mom died.

Now I know that I won't never, ever be abandoned again.

For me, this is perfect love.

Then I woke up
and started crying.
Now, now you can pity me
because Proprietess is not there.
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Caning
Posted:Nov 23, 2007 4:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2009 5:33 am
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It hurts! It hurts so much!
The skin burns in beating explosions
the flesh explodes in burning baloons
rivers of blood are soaking the towels
pools of pain are flooding my soul
and my mind vanishes
until I'm no longer me, so I can be yours.

Whack!!!
Aaaaaaaahhh!

The snake! The bite of the snake!
It hurts!
It hurts more!
It hurts even more! It's not stopping!

Whack!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!
Oh no no no no no no!
(Oh yes yes yes yes yes yes)
Oh no please Ma'am stop it!
(Please please Ma'am go ahead!)
You fucking bitch stop it!
(Please Ma'am I'm feeling your power)
It hurts! I can't stand it anymore!
(Yes Ma'am I'm becoming your slave)
No! No! No! Mommmy! No! AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
(Yes Ma'am now I'm finally free)
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Your hand in my soul (FF)
Posted:Nov 22, 2007 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:13 pm
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It's inside
it's finally inside,
it's deeply inside.

I'm swearing, spread-eagled as a bitch in the
I'm crying, through our criss-crossing glances
I'd cum, if I weren't in the chastity spikes.

My greased ass is open as a cave
Your holy fist is invading my bowels
Your sacred finger is deep into my cock.

Then you slowly, very slowly
you slowly open your hand
and I can feel butterflies in my soul.

In your soul.
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Genital torture
Posted:Nov 21, 2007 1:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:13 pm
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It's curious.
So many idioms about taking someone by his balls,
so many jokes about the actual location of men's brains,

And,
so many people who hasn't still understood
that in order to take over the boy
you must take over his wee-wee thing.

(Now I'll tell you a secret:
In the primitive mindset of males
"take over" means "to deny the usage",
"take over" means "often show your power to destroy")

Oh yes please Ma'am,
tie it, beat it, hang it, burn it, twist it, pull it,
show it the pliers, and the needles and the nails,
bite it, sew it, cut it, stand up on it, rip it, tear it,
it with your fingers and your sounds
extract the fluids with your needles and your tubes.

Oh please Milady,
cane it into submission,
please punish the dirty thing
enjoy the sight of the bleeding eggplant and tomatoes,
imprisoned in your irons
please please cum with my smothered screams,
please please cum because I can't no longer cum.

Please my Owner,
let me feel who is in control now.
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A strange world
Posted:Nov 20, 2007 6:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:13 pm
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I've learnt the colour of 's bowels
blown out by the dark man with his belt,
and the officer, and the knight, and the leader,
they taught it to me on their TV.

I've read about all that burnings,
I watch videos on citybusting,
there's a nuke hiding behind those walls.

I've seen the butchered woman,
I've heard the victim's screams
I've soaked my fingers in all their suffering
and that crazy guy is begging for help.

Look at the old man, dying without a doctor
notice that Ma'ma, she's starving in her hut.
Two million hacked, let's buy another cell phone!
I'll tell you something, I never ran out of gas!

But it's me who is insane
there's someone who wants to sue me
because I love you in a different way.

Let me tell you something, this is a funny place,
a strange world that I cannot understand.
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Sloneliness
Posted:Nov 19, 2007 11:57 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:13 pm
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I have been begging for you,
I have been dreaming in you,
I have been worshipping you,
I have been missing you, even if I never met you
since a time when I barely could say it with words.

I have been yours all these years.
I acknowledged your control over me.
I have been ready to give you my everything.
There was nothing I denied you.

I smiled for you in my cradle,
I cried for you in my plays,
I learnt for you when studying,
I earnt for you in my jobs.

For you, I god involved in words.
For you, I spoke out aloud.
I have been ready to serve you all this time.
From the beginning, I would have died for you.

And all such presents are wasted
as diamonds spilt in the sea.
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Needful things
Posted:Nov 19, 2007 12:42 am
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2007 12:49 am
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I need your finger in my dick,
your fist in my ass,
your ass in my mouth,
your mouth biting my soul.

I need your hands
tearing my skin and my flesh and my brains.

I need your lips
drinking my bloods and my tears and my being.

I need a mind hollow with my howling and your laughter.

I need to be yours,
live in your cage,
grow with your beats,
die at your hands.

I need lo love you,
I need to worship you,
I need to be yours, my Owner.

(Where are you?)
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Non consensual freedom
Posted:Nov 18, 2007 3:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2011 2:42 pm
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I never was asked.

It was presumed that I begged for freedom. And I didn't.

It was presumed that I should refuse abuse. And I didn't.

It was presumed that I would prefer to be spared the pain. And I didn't.

They said I must live on myself, for myself, by myself. And I refuse.

They say I must die on myself, for myself, by myself. And I cry.

Since I was a , I have been into a world of non consensual freedom.

And I never, ever said I want to be free.
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