Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt?
Th'infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
Stirr'd up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd
The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride
Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
He trusted to have equall'd the most High,
If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battle proud
With vain attempt. Him the Almight Power
Hurl'd headlong flaming from th'Ethereal Sky
With hideous ruin and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire
Who durst defy th'Omnipotent to Arms
Painseeker "Astarte" Ferocious - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago

Farewell happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is it's own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. --Milton
Painseeker "Astarte" Ferocious - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago

hope you take the time to read this because it's a theory on whether or not a person can attain enlightenment through S&M.

There must be a pause to attain enlightenment. For example, in everyday life, if you were about to get into a car accident and your breathing was in, it would stay in. If your breathing was out, it would stay out. Before the two cars collided, breathing would stop. You would not remember yourself, your bank, your work, only that you could die any second. In that moment, there will be a pause. If you can be aware of the pause in that moment, you can attain enlightenment.

Zen Monk have been doing this for yrs with their students. If the students show disrespect, the Master does not get angry. He laughs and dances and is happy. But now, when the student does everything to please the Master and the Master is being Happy and talking with his student, without warning will begin to unmercifully beat his student without warning. In that moment, breathing stops and there is a pause. If the student recognized the pause, he can attain enlightenment.

Which brings me to my question. Can a Master do that to his submissive? Make the atmosphere quiet and calm, even romantic, then without warning beat his submissive unmercilessly...no safe words. (lets assume the sub has expressed interest in attempting this at some point). Do you think it could actually work? I'm curious to hear what you have to say on the subject
Painseeker "Astarte" Ferocious - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago

Yvette Karaska
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me--she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word! ~~~Browning
Painseeker "Astarte" Ferocious - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago

Like angels with wild beast's eyes
I shall return to your bedroom
And silently glide toward you
With the shadows of the night;

And, dark beauty, I shall give you
Kisses cold as the moon
And the caresses of a snake
That crawls around a grave.

When the livid morning comes,
You'll find my place empty,
And it will be cold there till night.

I wish to hold sway over
Your life and youth by fear,
As others do by tenderness. -Baudelaire
Painseeker "Astarte" Ferocious - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago