Religion, Sexuality and BDSM

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For some people, what I am going to talk about is going to be uncomfortable so I want to open with this: I’m using this blog as a platform for my thoughts and as such, you don’t have to agree with them. Hopefully, you can still go on to read them, maybe even have your mind changed. But these are my thoughts as I’ve lived my life and my experiences.

I was raised Catholic. I was taught BDSM and such dark thoughts weren’t proper. I come from a conservative family and should I visit my parent’s with my pet, we still have to sleep in different beds as we are not married. Though I am religious, I don’t strictly follow everything the bible tells me to. If I did, I couldn’t live an open and free life, that’s plain and simple.

But you know why this is? Because man has engineered religion that way. Now, I don’t want to spark a religion debate. Do whatever  it is that makes you happy. My belief is ancient and simple: Treat each other with kindness. Believe in God. Believe that he accepts you how you are because that is how he made you.

So, embrace who you are. Love who you are and never ever hide it.

A reader contacted me outside of my blog and expressed both her interest in being with another woman and her fear for going against her religion. Yet, that desire still remained. Perhaps I’ve been ‘unplugged’ too long, or maybe I adhere to a very loose but basic spirituality. Would God want you to be in that turmoil? I can’t answer that question and neither can anyone else but the man himself. Yet wouldn’t you think that He would want you to embrace yourself and ascend? I mean, isn’t this THE THING? Isn’t our humanity, our very life, just our time to walk to either ascension or eternal damnation? I’d like to think that the path to ascension is the one I am on, the one YOU are on. If you’re reading my blog, maybe you’re already half way there.

It angers me, you know? To find someone so afraid of taking that step, in this example – to explore their sexuality – because they were afraid of their religion, which is essentially years and years of teachings passed down from parent to child in an endless cycle of guilt and fear. Is that religion? Is  that God and love? To me, that feels like a trap. To me, I don’t stick to a lot of the bible states because I believe in my spirituality and my right to stay good and kind and just. I most certainly will mock-rape my pet but I’ll also be kind to my fellow man at the grocery store or take my time to look after my pets.

I guess what I am saying is: Be yourself. Don’t be afraid to walk that path or otherwise it will come out of you in negative ways. That I’ve learnt in my life. And doesn’t that sound counter-productive? You avoid doing what you believe is ‘negative’ and it backfires?

You were made how you are for a reason. Listen to your heart, disappear into your desires and remember to be kind. Otherwise then you really will go down the dark forest and you risk the chance of becoming repressed.

As always, my email is open 24/7. Questions, comments – if you want to, send them my way. I am always here to help and to chat. Until then, I’ll leave you with this tantalising imagery.

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The Contract, Part II

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Note: This is the lengthy second part. So take your time, relax in bed or where you like to read. Hopefully it will wash over you, like the sensations Ariel is about to feel.

Ariel squirmed on the spot – but it was no use, the sea witch’s tentacles held both her arms and legs in a dangerously tight grip.
One tentacle slithered across Ariel’s forehead, brushing her red hair out of her eyes.
Even tied up and at the mercy of the sea witch, Ariel found the sentiment curious. It almost seemed like the witch was interested in more than just taking her, as the sea witch put it.
That was when Ariel noticed she was being lifted upward. Her instant reaction was to use her fin but when her legs kicked away, she had to remind herself she was now human.
With that thought, fear seemed to wash over her – a warm and tingly sensation.
“What are you doing?” She stammered.
“I told you to hold still” The sea witch barked.
A tentacle lashed out across Ariel’s left breast, striking the nipple.
Ariel shrieked at the burning sensation. Both being struck and being lifted in the air made her uneasy. Suddenly, she wished she were on dry land, being comforted by her sweet prince. Maybe this was nothing but a terrible dream?
The sea witch started moving ahead, dragging Ariel away through the cave as if she were a rag doll.
“Please…just let me go. Let me go to him. I don’t like this – let me go to him.”
The sea witch spun back to face her, her eyes fierce. Ariel shrunk back at the sight.
“What is it about this man? How can you possibly have such undying love for a human you’ve never met?”
Ariel felt the tentacles lift her and turn her overhead. Suddenly, she was facing the bottom of the cave. She heard the sea witch chuckle to herself from behind her and felt a cool wind gently kiss her pale behind.
“Such a sweet little pussy. I cannot believe the incantation even provided you with that nice tuft of fur, sweetie. The human will love that…after I am done with you”

It was these words that brought Ariel to tears instantly. They just came in a second, like a light bulb switching on. She could feel the tears roll down her cheeks and across her lips.
“Please. I don’t know if I can do this..”
Ariel thrashed around, tried to kick her legs free of the tentacles but it was no use, the grip was secure.
The sea witch growled at this. The noise sent shivers down Ariel’s body – that same fear mixed with…she’s never felt anything like it before. Excitement? Was it excitement?
“We had…an agreement”
The witch ran her tentacle up alongside Ariel’s ass, stroking the curves.
“And you shall honour that agreement”
At this, the sea witch slid her tentacle into Ariel’s ass forcefully.
Ariel was knocked forward, the air leaving her new set of lungs. Yet, the tentacles held her in place…and somewhere, a vague and faint thought: Excitement.
Ariel felt dizzy as the tentacle opened her ass up, sliding in and out, working forcefully.
There was pain. Throbbing around her ass and coursing through her body…and yet, that excitement remained. A dull ache between her legs that spread down to her ass.
Ariel withdrew into her mind, trying to think of the dry land, of her sweet prince, as she stared at the ground.
She closed her eyes as her body quivered and shook at the mercy of the sea witch.
Withdrawing into her mind eased the pain of her ass but that frightening arousal remained, like the distant rumble of thunder in the storms above the sea.
With her eyes closed she could see him – the prince, in his dashing white suit. Then everything changed. She could see the sea witch, her hips thrusting into her ass. Ariel could hear her moaning loudly in that deep and husky voice of hers.The sight was almost enjoyable –

NO.

Ariel thrust her eyes open and away from the thought. It was then she realised that she was the one moaning, not the sea witch. A mix of horror and excitement washed over. It was warm and frightening and…delicious.
No, Ariel thought. I must try to fight this. I love my prince.
She tried to wriggle free, but that was hopeless. Each thrust of the tentacle in her ass made her legs weak and her mind was only growing fuzzier by the second.
“I hope you are wiggling in arousal, sweet thing” The sea witch cooed lowly.
“Please…my prince”
A tentacle lashed at her ass, sending Ariel forward into the muddy grounds of the cave.
Her breasts scraped against the cool rock, her hard nipples dragging along the bottom of the cave. The sensation stung but with it came a tinge of pleasure.
Her breasts were now covered in the cool mud from the bottom of the cave. Such sensation only served to make Ariel’s nipples ache out.
The tentacle lashed out at her ass again…and again. Each strike harder and harder, all the while the other tentacle worked at her ass, sliding in and out. In and out. In and out.
The sea witch was uttering a language Ariel hadn’t heard before.
“Fucking little bitch” The sea witch muttered.
Ariel could feel the skin tearing away at her breast, yet the sensation only seemed to bring more of that excitement to her. The feeling of having her nipple being dragged across the cold rocks below heightened this.
The pain she felt in her ass and across her cheeks heightened this further as well.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted in the air again. Her vision swirled around to face the cave wall this time. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts not even making sense. She tried to escape within her mind to her prince but she could only be present in the moment now, a slave to the witch. A slave to this…desire.
Her vision blurred again as she was moved around so that she was face to face with the sea witch.
“You will look at me when I am talking to you” The sea witch barked. “I want to see your face as I claim you”
“Take it out of me…please”
“No”
Ariel squirmed on the spot. “It’s doing things to me.”
“No.”
“If you cared about me –“

The air was taken out of Ariel so hard she squealed out loud. She would’ve almost certainly fell forward if it weren’t for the tentacles holding her in place.
That was when she looked down and noticed it – the writhing, throbbing tentacle filling up the warm spot between her legs.
Ariel could no longer think straight or concentrate on withdrawing into her mind. All she could focus on was her body being used as an instrument as she was suspended in mid air, tentacles sliding in and out of both her pussy and her ass.
She watched sea witch throw back her head and moan loudly. Ariel found the sight beautiful in a way.
It was oddly hypnotic seeing the witch sway her hips into Ariel. The feeling itself, the tentacle filling up her pussy and tearing out again, was unlike anything Ariel had ever felt. She found a noise escaping her lips – a drawn out grunt – and she couldn’t help but throw her head back and concentrate on the tentacles invading her body.
Horror gave way to pleasure. Ariel found herself welcoming the tentacles, rocking her hips into them.
There was pain, yes, but there was a different sort of pressure building. It sent goose bumps traveling down across her nipples, making them throb.
The sea witch moved Ariel towards her upon seeing this, and brought her mouth to Ariel’s left breast.

Ariel was surprised at the cry that escaped her lips as the witch brought the nipple into her warm mouth.
At this, a tentacle lashed towards the sea witch herself, and the witch’s black top went floating away into the darkness of the cave, revealing her pale and large breasts.
Ariel glanced at them and became captivated at the view of the witch’s small nipple, which was growing hard in that moment.
The sea witch lifted her mouth from Ariel’s nipple and at once, Ariel was propelled forward.
She came to rest between the sea witch’s breasts.
“In this moment, you are mine. So please me”
Ariel opened her mouth without thinking and the witch’s nipple slipped into her mouth. The taste was salty, alien to Ariel. But it stirred a hunger within her. She didn’t want to stop. She had to keep going.
As the tentacles played with Ariel, Ariel sucked and the sea witch spoke in that alien tongue.
“Ooooh, you fucking whore. Yes. Yesss” She hissed.
The two of them writhed around together, connected. They moaned together, first one at a time, each at a different rhythm – then in unison.
Ariel was in a daze, surprised to find she was dutifully working her mouth on the nipple as she was swaying her hips into the witch’s tentacles.

She no longer felt pain, not in her ass, not in her pussy. There was no dull ache of pain, only pleasure. Only the pleasure rose, stirring across her ass and up her back in waves of shivers. It rose and it rose and Ariel felt her whole body quake with something…something of which she had never felt before. She found her breathing became tight and tried to take a breath but her chest was tighter.
Her cries were automatic, coming out from some primal instinct she had never felt before. They became more frequent, higher and higher and louder and louder. Ariel felt urgency, she felt her legs trembling. She felt ––

It hit her. A sharp jolt of pleasure, the pain of the tentacles keeping her arms and legs tightly in place. Ariel’s orgasm washed over, leaving her trembling and whimpering. She collapsed across the chest of the sea witch, trying to catch her breath.

The sea witch smirked down at her. “Oh, you precious thing. My plaything. Your first orgasm…mmm.”
Ariel tried to speak but nothing could come out. Her whole body ached. The pain was coming back. But this time, it brought with it something else. A certain sadistic glee.
“I am not done with you, you understand.”
Ariel nodded. She understood now. The fantasy of the dry land was far away, a dream she once had. Nothing more. She belonged to the sea witch. She was the instrument, Her instrument now. What that led to, she didn’t know. But it was for the witch to decide.
“I-I…u-understand..”
“Good girl” the witch said softly, sliding a tentacle across Ariel’s cheeks.
At that, the witch stretched down, kissing down her stomach. The touch was cool and soft and tender to Ariel.
That was when the sea witch lowered her mouth upon Ariel and began to feast.

Note: Thank you for your positive thoughts. It means the world to me, each and every one of them. Now that you’ve read it – and hopefully haven’t skimmed – I want you to write below how you felt while reading it and what state it left you in. I love hearing reactions so please, humour me.