The artist. The art. The bond.

[Be****]

BDSM can be a wonderfully freeing experience, or it can be straight up ***. If you want to avoid the latter, keep an eye out for these worrying signs of a fake Dom/Sub , That being said, one of the key aspects of BDSM that people seem to forget is keeping things Safe, Sane, and Consensual( SSC).


Welcome to my dreams and your nightmare?
Let’s find out together, come along with me and we shall see

A Sadistic top can be cruel if given the consent, they will break you. Someone who have extremely dark and sadistic desires , deeper and more extreme than you could ever imagine😏.


***, *** and more are all there’s to adore

For A True Sadist your *** is there pleasure. ⛓️‍💥

Every fiber of my being loves to see my prey squirm in agony.
A deliciously ravishing human transaction of *** for pleasure.

I allow my inner monster crawl out from the dark corners of my mind.
He gets to ravish. Destroy. Maul.
And heal.

I’m not just a sadist to watch my prey writhe.
I’m not just a sadist to get hard.

My Sadism is just as healing as it is sexy.

What to seek in a Masochist….
Someone who’s little wild with her masochism. She wants so badly to submit to the ***, but her fight or flight kicks in every time her brain senses she's in danger - and her brain senses that a lot.

If you tie her up, restrain her, sit on her, hold her down? She'll buck against you, wreck her wrists trying to undo the knots holding them together, kick with all her might, scream into your ears, thrash until you think the furniture will break. Hold on tight, cowboy. She's an untamed bronco and she hasn't been broken yet.

She will fight until she's too tired. She will run until there's only a cliff left to jump off of. And when she can't fight or run anymore, it's then and only then that you can have your way. Oh sure, she might still buck occasionally, scream obscenities, tug at her chains...

Just stay clear of her teeth and you'll probably be ok.

As you ***t the marks on her, the sight of her flesh changing before you is captivating. She serves as your perfect canvas for crafting the dark, twisted art you both crave. Her soft cries as you strike her pale flesh are a symphony of pleasure, fulfilling her craving for *** while bringing you joy.

her craving the kiss of leather, the sharp whisper of steel—her skin aching for the artistry of a masochist’s devotion. Let MY bullwhip sing, let MY knife trace its promise, let *** be not just inflicted, but gifted to her. Today, she does not just get to feel—she gets to be marked, to be unraveled, to be written and gratified in numerous sensations.

That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see ***tings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

Beast.

[da****]

Absolutely LOVE this writing, stellar work!