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I'm The Dirty Artist, I love being creative in and out of the lifestyle. Now if only this silly site has away to change names with out making a whole new account. Since starting in this lifestyle I have found that I am a Daddy Dom, with a sadistic side and a hell of a lot of primal tossed in. I find it intoxicating to take my girl from cuddles to leaving her a quivering mess covered in scratches, sweat and mutual cum, then take it back to cuddles. I do like to toss floggers and use my bare hand to turn asses red at the drop of a hat. Knives, marks, blood, are arousing, leaving a mark on willing flesh is so satisfing.
I'm a fiend for rope and tying things up in pretty packages and then doing fiendish and devilish things to them. I am an artist and know my way around a camera both above and underwater. My girl and I have opened up our relationship to explore further all that life can bring us. This means that we are looking for people to enjoy life with, and to explore the dynamics of poly love knows,no bounds. We do play together and separately and no I'm not interested in a sub male. Friends are always welcome.
Looking for a unicorn, well maybe not an actual unicorn but some one who is open to exploration, likes rope, likes edges because when you stand on the edge that is when you can see the world. Say hi and lets have fun. |
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So interesting to see who views you, especially interesting when you see two beautiful subs from 2 different states, look exactly the same, in the same pose, outfit, and surroundings. It was astounding. |
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Whips and chains make even the most boring job fun. |
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Anybody want a good refreshing beating? |
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As I wander on to this site I seem to see the same thing in every submissive woman's profile, references to random, useless, pointless email demands and one liners. Damn, I feel for you ladies. Makes me glad I only have moobs not boobs. Back to your regularly scheduled perving. |
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Boo, time to scare up some kinky fun. |
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Who doesn't love a sub dancing under the guidance of a whip? |
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Tucking my babygirl into bed always brings a smile to my face. |
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Life is amazing get out and live, experience all that there is because no body makes it out alive and there is no do over when it's done. |
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Recipe for a good time rope, a Dom, a switch and a sub stir, blend, cum repeat until asleep. |
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Had some fun in my studio, created some very interesting new toys. Now just time to let them dry, fire, glaze fire again then test them out on willing subjects. |
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A design drawn on skin, sharp steel slicing fine delicate skin, red liquid flowing deep satiated sighs, impermance made forever. |
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Fun times isn't that what life is suppose to be about? Living life, taking what comes along, finding the joy in the little things. Rope, blades, implements of impact, happy little subs flying in sub space, satiated Doms in Dom space, primals lust eased from a recent prey take down, these are the things that make this world balance, and make life fun. |
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So a new year is here, oh yay oh yay oh fuck. No news is news and on the down side there is always beer on the upside always rum and knowing what is going on takes communication. So know your spot or you my have no spot. See spot run see jane tied up see Dick in jane. fuck fuck and look a duck.
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I. Kilmister, M. Burston]
[Motor Music Ltd.]
If you squeeze my lizard
I'll put my snake on you
I'm a romantic adventure
And I'm a reptile too
[CHORUS:]
But it don't make no difference
'cos I ain't gonna be, easy, easy
the only time I'm easy's when I'm
Killed by death *4
I'm a lone wolf ligger
But I ain't no pretty boy
I'm a backbone shiver
and I'm a bundle of joy
[CHORUS]
But it don't make no difference
'cos I ain't gonna be, easy, easy
the only time I'm easy's when I'm
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death
Killed by death
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Yeah ya just need to listen to the philosophy of Lemmy
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If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, it's still the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades
Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split, it's
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades
You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I don't wanna live for ever,
And don't forget the joker!
Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades
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People talking but it ain't the truth
Lyin' ain't no substitute
You ought to be ashamed of yourself
Try to put the blame on somebody else
Ain't no reason I know
To stop you reaping what you sow
You must know right from wrong
Don't make out, you don't know what's going on.
A man's gotta do it right
And if we gotta fight all night
That's alright. I got time.
And fighting liars suits me just fine
A man oughta tell it true
According to his point of view
And whatever you want to be
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me
People talking round and round
Whisper rumours try to bring you down
You can't make shit into gold
And nothing's over 'til the story's told
People talking all around the world
Eating facts and throwing up words
Turn around so I can see your face
I don't care if you need your space
Chorus.
A man's gotta be a man and you can see just what I am
There ain't no room for mistakes
Everybody knows the moves they ought to make
A man's gotta tell the truth.
And if it's good, he don't need proof
And whoever you think you see
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me.
People talkin' but they just don't know
Ain't got no pride no more
Want to be on TV so bad
They give away all the honour they had
Ain't no way I can see that people gonna listen to me
But I know what I know
And I'll see more than you'll ever show
A man's gotta play the game
And save the worth of his name
Cause waiting out there on the edge
Is everything you need to make a fool of yourself
And if you want to know the score
It that's what you're waiting for
Don't look at me, I won't tell
You better get out and see yourself
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me
Don't lie to me
You know I hate that shit baby
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me
Uh-huh honey, can't you see
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me.
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This is it!
Breaking up or breaking through,
Breaking something's all we ever do,
Shoot straight, travel far,
Stone crazy's all we ever are,
But I don't care for lies,
And I won't tell you twice,
Because when all else fails,
Dead Men Tell No Tales
Shooting up away and back,
A bit of guts is all that you lack,
Far behind the stable door,
I know you've met that horse before,
But I don't care for sky,
And this sure ain't no lie,
At the end of all the tracks and trails,
Dead Men Tell No Tales
You used to be my friend,
But that friendship's coming to an end,
My meaning must be clear,
You know pity is all that you hear,
But if you're doing smack,
You won't be coming back,
I ain't the one to make your bail,
Dead Men Tell No Tales
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Another day another monkey learns kung foo
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So anyone want to be tied up? I got some new ideas I want to try. So if you want to be a guinea pig, raise your hand high.
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I guess I have a new title, rigger. Hmmmm I think I might like this one.
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Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tits RIP
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Wow, been a damn long time since I put words on this here electronic paper. Not much to say, staying busy in debt to the chinese dry cleaner (I'll have my soul back one day damn you's double or nothing) Recently have become fascinated with rope. Ah the beauty of it tied across the skin, the intricate designs that can be made, the versitility of it, the pure and simple art of it. So now I'm just in need of twisted little things to become pretzels, or funyuns or what ever else I can shape them into with a little pressure and well placed knot. So if ya willing I'm able. Now off to find a 3 legged toad with jade eyes for that damn bet.
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Oh an anyone with info on local scenes, let me know, I'm interested, and looking forward to meeting living breathing beings.
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To what is the point? Beginning to wonder why stay in a lifestyle that just makes life more difficult. or is it not the life that makes it difficult but those in the life. One day it might change but till then why bother. Well, to all a good day and if the art doesn't change you then it's not art.
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To catch the butterfly, is an act, a show of force. To have to butterfly give itself up is true ownership. |
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What's the point to lying? Whether its to yourself or others, be truthful. People will like you and if not then they can f off. But then it seems that is the way with most on here. Hide behind and within lies, so much so, that your sky is pink and your ground is mauve and yet you still say it's blue and green. To thine own self be true. |
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Gripping her tightly, forcing her to do those things she turns from but yearns for. The thrusting penetrates deep in to her soul, offering up the sweet release she desires and he delivers. |
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As the june bug crawls to it's death one can only hope the days stay warm and bright, but we know the dark cold breath is just but around the corner. |
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In the land of milk and honey, the farmer starves because no one needs him now. Want to be king go the land of the blind and pluck one eye out. I've realized that time is a something needed to make a flower blossom. So when you need it just wait. ramblings of a deadman. |
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To gaze upon the upon her below me stills the tumultuous waters. Her servitude worshiping me and my faults as I worship her by trying to change them. end scene. |
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Tried to think of something profound to type today. Came up with this, all is nothing. |
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And along came a crow, who sat down upon the dead man's head, and turned to me. "It's time to head on, so just leave find new pastures, there is nothing here left for you." spake the crow as he pulled tender morsels from the deadmans frozen face. "but" stammered I "there must be something here for me, I have yet to explore all avenues" "Ahhh but I have" crooned the crow, "and as the crow flies I have seen all that is left and all that ever was, so follow my advice, only misery remains" and with that the crow flew of leaving behind only me and the dead man, minus a few pieces that the crow found to his liking.
Christian. |
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Wow, and I mean wow. To all future subs who are interesting, and interested, please, and I stress this, do not bother with me or my time, if you are A) not looking for something real, B) have unresolved issues, C) are speaking to others and move in with them while in the midst of moving forward with me D) just plain fake. Thank your for your time in advance. |
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In the morning I wait, In the evening I wait, At midnight I wait. I wait for her, my prey. To be devoured body and soul, to take her essence and make it mine. Shaping her, bending her, wielding her as a weapon against the rising insanity of my world. Caressing her, protecting her, shielding her from those who would damage the work of art she will become. Live, die, enjoy the middle. |
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Well I still search for the one to shape and mold, and while there have been encounters, and dates nothing seems to mesh. Must be me, being an artist always makes things that much harder, as they say I need that one special woman or just a bunch of average ones (rip Bill Hicks). But then again maybe it's them, this seems the better road to take at least for my ego's sake. I won't tell you to bow down or kneel before me because you don't know me, but when you do, you will do so for the shear joy of it. Smile, and make art or at least enjoy it. |
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Ya know this is now for the birds. |
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Well, been on hear for a long time, and just wonder does anybody actually exist.? |
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Well I have recently relocated to the gulf coast from the great metropolis of hattiesburg. Yep still searching for that one to mold and shape into a work of art. la di. |
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Well got a new job so picture had to go for a while |
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The elevator is used for drug deals and contract fellatio.' la de da. and da de la. |
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