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bdsm poetry by me

bitch
you better make your mouth slow and sweet like molasses
or you gonna get smacked in the motherfuckin glasses
 
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rosco rathbone said:
bitch
you better make your mouth slow and sweet like molasses
or you gonna get smacked in the motherfuckin glasses

Shouldn't this be posted in the personals forum? :D
 
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zipman7 said:
Shouldn't this be posted in the personals forum? :D

It's addressed "To Whom It May Concern"....that makes it bdsm poetry...
 
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rosco rathbone said:
It's addressed "To Whom It May Concern"....that makes it bdsm poetry...

LOL okay then, I didn't want you getting in trouble with MissT!
 
Obsessive oral exegesis

Sometimes I like to take a look through old porno pictures stored on my hard drive. This is one of my all-time favorites and I've never been able to figure out why.

Things I like about it:

She's fully dressed and he is naked, which reverses what I think of as the usual clothing-imbalanced oral domination order (ie. man in suit with cock out, undressed woman on knees) to great effect. Somehow, the fact that his hairy body is on display while she is covered strikes me as "Middle Eastern" in a good way.

She has on some sort of African-looking tribal muu-muu which completely disguises the shape of her body.

He is furry, greying, and out of shape. Always far more perverse than a young, toned male-body.

Above all, I love her nearly-shaved head. This works so well with the way he is grasping her cranium; as if it were a pumpkin or other spherical object.

There are no "blowjob theatrics" in the photograph, but subtle clues tell me that it is an intense suck, such as the way her hand (with somehow incongruously painted nails) is wide-spread upon his thigh, indicating either a "holding-on-for-dear-life" quality or a position allowing her as much stability as possible, which I see as indicative of a desire to maintain a level of pleasing oral ministrations despite the fact that he may be forcing her head around or yanking it (admittedly am projecting here).

There's something disgusting about his furze-rimmed, animilian crimson balls. It works perfectly with the way his cock is framed entering her head and swelling out her cheek, and the obvious effort of suction in her facial muscles. I don't know why, but unlike many if not most photographs of blowjobs or oral dominations, this one seems to me certain to end in an ejaculation. I see him clamping her head in a viselike grip and squeezing a ribbon of vile dogseed from that red nutsack into her laboring throat, as her big eyes roll wildly.


rizzco
 
This one is just an all-time classic of gnomery. I don't know what evil genius is responsible for it, but it might be my favorite depiction of a blowjob ever.

The disgustingly skinny, skanky blonde is probably intended to be some sort of prostitute, but she is a mere accessory to the focus of the picture. I don't know where they found the character she's blowing, but he is beyond perfect. What mad wardrobe director had the inspiration to put him not only in tight tight jeans and a huge puffy jacket-but gigantic 80's-style high-tops? The combination of the shoes and pants reminds one unavoidably of the garb of medieval peasantry-the hose and big elf-shoes with curly tips that are found on gnomes and malevolent elves in the paintings of Bosch and Breughel. The tightly-cinched sweatshirt hood with its creepy, too-pointy flamelike top seems to be concealing a cranium more in keeping with a representative of demonkind.

Finally, we come to the emotional centre of the composition: the hideous, cretinous face of the gnome, with a wooden puppet-nose seemingly carven by a master of the perversely macabre. The grimace of malevolent ecstasy, of hideous ABANDON, seems to me to come straight from the nightmares of a gargoyle carver. It has often served as an inspiration to me; a reminder that the ugliest things are the most intensely sexual.


rizzco
 
On second thought, that picture was almost certainly taken somewhere in Mitteleuropa. The woman's tracksuit is a dead giveaway, as are certain other klews.

Somehow fitting, methinks. After all, it was this region that gave rise to most of the dark, malevolent folkloric images-Baba Yaga, Rumplestiltskin- that come down to us today in kandy kolored form in the products of the Disney corp.
 
breakdown

Quote: "I've often dreamed of opening a "sexual soup-kitchen" in order to satisfy the malevolent needs of the unwashed, the homely, obese and unsightly persons, or those with unattractive personalities."




Plan: to think my fantasy through more carefully.

Outline of scheme.

1.Obtain the sexual services of a woman sufficiently attractive to serve as bait. Great beauty would not be neccesary, but someone on the attractive end of the spectrum would be far preferable. The more attractive she was, the greater the disruption causable would be, at least that's how I imagine it. Negative point: too much beauty would tend to make gnomes gnervous.

2.Draw the attention of gnomes to the sexual availibility, under my tutelage, of the bait. Possibilities:
2a. Advertise on the internet, such as on personals sites (kinky
or not) or possibly through a website dedicated to the
purpose, created by me). Also word of internet mouth, Yahoo
groups, and possibly other venues as yet unknown by me.
2ai: Advertise under my own auspices, ie "Fuck my wife".
2aii: Advertise under her auspices overtly ie "My "Master"
wants you to fuck me, contact him".
2aiii: Advertise under her auspices to various degrees of
covertness. This is actually the most attractive
possibility to me. It would let me witness a breed of
seduction from behind the scenes, emerging when
the time was right, or not at all as it suited me. This,
I think, would be the ideal approach given that one of
my main goals is to participate or siphon off, somehow,
vicariously, the power of female attractiveness.

2b. Make connection through real-life interactions such as while
hanging around at bars & grills, BDSM clubs or randomly in
the street. This has, by far, the greatest raw fantasy-power
potential but seems too risky and dubious. I'd be up for it in
a second, but it would require a partner of exceptional
poise.

Now the tricky part. How to identify the men I want.

I think I have an instinctive feel for them. They break down into several types, whom I divide along a spectrum based upon what I see as their sexual-self awareness and confidence. The most sexually self-aware and confident do not need my help, and so are of little interest to me as far as the fulfillment of this fantasy. In the beginning stages, I think it would be best to remain in the shadows as it were while my bait feels out the gnomes internetically. I will that way be able to monitor emails chats and such. Although this fantasy spilts into many diverging roads, and nearly any form of frustrated, horny, pervy man is an erotic possibilty, I think, in order to keep it simple, that I need to focus on men who either have some stated interest in perverse, kinky or BDSM sex, in some way, such as perhaps rape play. Yet now the fantasy splits again and I find myself contemplating the possibility of manipulating, from afar, men who have profess familiarity with the creeds of perversity.

I need to stay on track. The more I think about it, the less the fantasy has to do with the woman. It often seems that I'd have a much easier time fulfilling this if I didn't have to operate through the medium of another, if, in short, I WAS the woman myself. This wouldn't be satisfying, either, though, since it's my own male self-consciousness that is energizing the whole thing.

It's all too possible that something with this many ins and outs would simply go off the rails. I think I am aiming too high in fantasy and need to restrict things to a simple basis: come one come all, all horny gnarly fucks wanted to sperm in my woman. Looks not important, in fact, ugly looks are better, just treat her bad. I have seen websites devoted to this kind of thing. One of them featured a quite-pleasant looking English woman of about 40. For the most part however, as far as I've seen on the internet, "slut and pig exchange" means just that, as if only fat homely middle aged woman were bait possibilites, which may in fact be true.

Alright, I've run out of steam and ended up farther from the starting point than when I began. I think I need to initiate a correspondence with a wiser old head in the ways of sexual soupkitchenry. A perverse mentor if you will. Inquiries have already begun in this direction.


rixxzzco
 
Intriguing fantasy, but in all the words I'm not clear of the object/objective-- or the hierarchy of them.


Although this fantasy spilts into many diverging roads, and nearly any form of frustrated, horny, pervy man is an erotic possibilty, I think, in order to keep it simple, that I need to focus on men who either have some stated interest in perverse, kinky or BDSM sex, in some way, such as perhaps rape play. Yet now the fantasy splits again and I find myself contemplating the possibility of manipulating, from afar, men who have profess familiarity with the creeds of perversity.

I need to stay on track. The more I think about it, the less the fantasy has to do with the woman. It often seems that I'd have a much easier time fulfilling this if I didn't have to operate through the medium of another, if, in short, I WAS the woman myself. This wouldn't be satisfying, either, though, since it's my own male self-consciousness that is energizing the whole thing.


OK, 1)is the prime goal 'to manipulate certain men'?
2)to work with, harness, the power of female attraction?

Is 2) a means to 1)?

Here's what I don't get, why it's
a) sexually needy/unfulfilled/rejected ones
b) kinky ones


3) Do you want to call forth, manipulate and direct the desperate sexuality of reject-males?

3a) Is it to do with their sexuality or more with their being humbled or humiliated, hurt in their pride.

4) Why does it matter about kink? There are many 'vanilla' men very desperate and needy for sex, a simple bj. or hj.

5) If it's just 3), is that for the effect on the males, OR what's sometimes been assumed--as a slap in the face or degradation or 'use' of the female with such scurvy types.

6) Does the kink, then, just make the guy even more disgusting in his sexual leanings and habit?

7) Again is it the depth of degenerate male impulse that interests you, or more the unleashing of them on the female:
not only is she degraded by desperate fucks, it's those that want to shove it up her ass and then come on her face.

8) Is the aim of all this just to 'stir the pot'-- in accord with your soup kitchen analogy? to unleash a lot of desperate and kinky male sexuality?

9) Does that become a kind of commentary on female attraction and sexuality-- that it draws forth such a volume of degenerate sexual, male-practice?

Speaking of soup kitchen, a book of some years back, by a Swede was on (or titled) 'sexual minorities'. He noted how they spend inordinate time and money on their habits. He discussed setting up government run 'centers' with females or males that would provide the required services, no muss, no fuss, no outrageous fees. Think for instance of the cost for a male to get peed on by a female: probably a couple hundred. If there were a "Minority Sexual Service Center" such an act is pretty quick, easy, and inconsequential.

Somehow I think the Swedes goals were pacific, toward social harmony; I'm guessing you're more after socio-sexual chaos.
 
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OK, 1)is the prime goal 'to manipulate certain men'?
2)to work with, harness, the power of female attraction?


1 leads to 2 and vice versa. Both are important really. It's impossible at this point to break this down further, would meerly lead in circles.



3) Do you want to call forth, manipulate and direct the desperate sexuality of reject-males?

3a) Is it to do with their sexuality or more with their being humbled or humiliated, hurt in their pride.

4) Why does it matter about kink? There are many 'vanilla' men very desperate and needy for sex, a simple bj. or hj.


I don't make sharp distinctions between vanilla men and chocolate men. The flow of my thought, is that there really isn't that much difference. Thus, I'd get the same kick from fucking with a "beginning BDSM" guy as I would from fucking with a totally non-kink identified horny fuckhead who shared on some level, the same malevolent characteristics. I guess I am mainly interested in the moment when the "desperate sexuality of the reject-male" kicks over into its(possibly) revolutionary doppelganger, sexual malevolence.

3a) Is it to do with their sexuality or more with their being humbled or humiliated, hurt in their pride.

I can't draw the lines you are drawing here. Sexuality is intrinsically bound up in issues of humility, humiliation and pride to me. The idea of "their sexuality" discussed as seperate from their pride and their place in the power spectrum (ie issues of humbleness) simply makes no sense to me. That said, I am still fumbling in the dark with these loaded issues.

5) If it's just 3), is that for the effect on the males, OR what's sometimes been assumed--as a slap in the face or degradation or 'use' of the female with such scurvy types.

This seems to be the heart of the matter. First of all, the "scurvy types" are, as you know: everyman. You, I and all the rest of the fools. The focus goes back and forth for me in fantasy, but I seem to find far more "richness" in the idea of use-of-the-female-object as a method for contemplating and experiencing multiple male sexualities......*giggle*....I'm reading Greil Marcus's Lipstick Traces and, chameleon that I am, the faux-French-abtract-theory voice is irresistible at this moment......

6) Does the kink, then, just make the guy even more disgusting in his sexual leanings and habit?

....and yet, it's really the disgustingness of the kink, that makes the humiliation of the woman more perverse, and thus, makes the kink kinkier, and so forth in a ever-constricting loop.

I'd have to say that each side of the equation feeds the other. I need to do what I can to humiliate the female object (and I seek hyper-self-aware objects that are oh-so easily complicit in their own humiliation), but in the end, I am a man and it's men and their doings which fascinate me. If deprived of either side of the picture, I'd feel less-than satisfied.

Now, thinking on this, I realize that all-in-all, I don't care so much about the female object: as long as she's a perfect experimental assistant; by which I mean that she feels the humiliation and is self aware about it in the proper neverending spiral.

I am interested in this Swiss idea. No doubt, they were thinking of something harmless, involving the humiliation-of or pain-of males. When I can go to Sweden or whereever it is and pay a couple of hundred kroner or what have you to beat the face of a woman black and blue with no more hassle than if I were purchasing a cuckoo clock or a box of chocolates; then I will admit the possibility that the hygenico-perverse Norwegians have caught up to the state of the art of my thought.

rizzco
 
For this, my 1000th post, I shall say to the invisible female at large who looms over me: choke on my venomous emissions.
 
Hmmm

a question, then?

Perhaps you are joking about the choking, but I wonder, how do you feel when a gal chokes on your "emissions?"

Anytime that I have choked, I am always embarrassed and feel like I have done a half assed job of it all.
 
Mon capitane,

I am in awe.

Often with hetero dominant males that I've known, I wonder if that dominance could be expressed in a non-sexual form over other males and achieve a similar "rush" of power. This especially comes up in fantasies where I know the man in question has an incredible hatred for men of his past, and I imagine him bullying them, degrading them, forcing them to be his inferiors in a manner that provides him with nothing but the knowledge that they hate what he is making them do. Hell, I don't even LIKE the thought of submissive males, and that fantasy gets me hot; it's so utterly based upon what the dominant male gets out of it. The other is merely a tool.

However, I doubt that this appeals to you for much the same reason why submissive males do not turn me on; I have, for whatever reason, always associated masculinity with dominance. When I see a girl I want her to be conquered. When I see a man I want him to win. (Insert comment about this being purely my little quirk of character and I'm not trying to insinuate that Dommes are doing anything wrong. It's purely me.) So is this the case, O Rosconious One?

Incidentally, I love choking on cum. I feel like a virgin, unfamiliar with the cock which is now pulling out of my used mouth. I wish T would laugh at me when I'm trying to wipe up the spillage afterwards.
 
Fascinatin' as ever.

The ever-present female who looms, do I detect a more overt nervousness within the city walls?

While I myself have a same-but-opposite reaction to masculine traits/feminine traits as Quint (and as we know, there are masculine women and feminine men to thicken the stew) I have to say I appreciate something else in Rosco's analysis and that's the reveling in the aesthetically plain ol' bad. High tops and all.

It's not the frustration or the beta status of the gnome that is as compelling as his general unsavoriness. This interests me.

I don't really have much to say, but I'm reading along at this juncture, my sense of visual decorum rather erotically jolted.
 
The reference I mentioned. No, I'm not sure if, under the Swede's proposed setup you could beat her face black and blue, but you could stage the fantasy as well as you could elsewhere (w/o significant real damage).

Author: Ullerstam, Lars
Title: The erotic minorities. Introd. by Yves de Saint-Agnès. Translated by Anselm Hollo.
Published: New York, Grove Press [1966]
Physical descrip. xix, 172 p.
Subject : Sexual perversion
 
Awed One (Quint)


Often with hetero dominant males that I've known, I wonder if that dominance could be expressed in a non-sexual form over other males and achieve a similar "rush" of power. This especially comes up in fantasies where I know the man in question has an incredible hatred for men of his past, and I imagine him bullying them, degrading them, forcing them to be his inferiors in a manner that provides him with nothing but the knowledge that they hate what he is making them do. Hell, I don't even LIKE the thought of submissive males, and that fantasy gets me hot; it's so utterly based upon what the dominant male gets out of it. The other is merely a tool.

However, I doubt that this appeals to you for much the same reason why submissive males do not turn me on; I have, for whatever reason, always associated masculinity with dominance. When I see a girl I want her to be conquered. When I see a man I want him to win.


The man bullying other men of more desperate sexual need, making them plead to enact their depravity and thereby causing them to hate him....makes me a little nervous, as in "Wyoming, where the men are men and the sheep are nervous."

Since the debased one is precisely labeled 'everyman', the scene has homoerotic overtones. The debaser cannot truly be that damned superior, but hates his perceived weakness brought out by woman. Safely, he causes the other to wallow in it.

One may take your argument of the universe-endorsed dominance of the male, and stand it on its head, just like the notion of mother respect. Precisely because of these facts, it's trangressive and hot to come on mom's face or have the daughter pee in the face of pop, the standard bearer of male excelence.

Further, from the pov and experience of the male, this 'privilege' /expectation you speak of--imbibed from mother's milk-- causes the fall to be greater; the most vertiginous of debasements; hence its trangressive erotism.

I can't directly speak of the female experience, but I'd speculate that--if she's got the 'nads for it--lese majesty has its rank erotism, not unlike the kick she might get from God wiping her ass.
 
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Hey Pure,
to be fair I don't think Quint would deny any of the heady femsupreme possibilities you mention, it's just not the way the erotic landscape pans out for her. Which is fine, dandy and understandable.

Just like how, in my world, somewhere there's a big ol' Domme drag queen with all our names on her.

I hope.
 
Ascendant One,
There's no explaining a kink, and nothing critical of Quint, or how she gets off, was intended. I merely wanted to show that some of the same premises could yield a different erotic conclusion.
 
Some of the archetypal possibilities of RR's scenes:

A classic oedipal triangle pits son against father. Son is after the mother and sex. Father reigns supreme. He is attacked as an obstacle.

The Laius legend, however pits the murderous father against the son(Oedipus) so as to preclude any challenge. The mother and daughters belong to the father.

In this (RR's) Laius variant, the father takes on the son, by pimping the daughter to him. This is the degrading way in which the father asserts ownership of the daughter. The idea, more or less stated by RR, is to direct and control the son's desperate sexuality, indeed his whole being. Again, as stated by RR, the daughter is mostly a means to get at the son, though she suffer some abasement in being so used.

In a Sadian system, the daughter is pitted against the mother; mother is the main figure. The primary aim is for the former to defeat and sexually [and reproductively] neutralize the latter. The secondary aim is the sexual enslavement of father and the use of brothers as allies or fuck partners.
 
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Re: bdsm poetry by me

rosco rathbone said:
bitch
you better make your mouth slow and sweet like molasses
or you gonna get smacked in the motherfuckin glasses

Nice. Do you beat your dog daily too? The FBI is going to love this.
 
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lancemanyon said:
Nice. Do you beat your dog daily too? The FBI is going to love this.

LOL

Yes, in these days of global terrorism, I'm sure the FBI will be very interested to learn that Roscoe has turned to poetry! :rolleyes:
 
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lancemanyon said:
Nice. Do you beat your dog daily too? The FBI is going to love this.

I'd never hurt a dog or any other animal.

A piece of fuckflesh is another matter.

The FBI has already dismissed the charges brought against me for Interstate Misogyny and Felony Incitation to Sexual Violence in the days of my old Yahoo club Wifebeaters Anonymous. I doubt if there's anything new here.
 
Pure said:
The Laius legend, however pits the murderous father against the son(Oedipus) so as to preclude any challenge. The mother and daughters belong to the father.

In this (RR's) Laius variant, the father takes on the son, by pimping the daughter to him. This is the degrading way in which the father asserts ownership of the daughter. The idea, more or less stated by RR, is to direct and control the son's desperate sexuality, indeed his whole being. Again, as stated by RR, the daughter is mostly a means to get at the son, though she suffer some abasement in being so used.

This makes me L'anti-Oedipe, I suppose.
 

This makes me L'anti-Oedipe, I suppose


Or we may simply call you Da Loose One.
 
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