Author Michael Samadhi

Lifestyle dominant, sex blogger, sex educator, photographer, artist, pansexual, sapiosexual, polyamorist, pagan/Buddhist, former political activist, and community organizer. I tied up a girlfriend (consensually) the first time back in 1980, and it's been a hell of a ride ever since.

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Club Samadhi | Sinful Sunday Week 339 | Smutober Day 7

Sinful Sunday Week 339 | Dee and Anon Neighbor | Club Samadhi

Welcome to Club Samadhi

Here on my blog, I’m partial to calling my home Chateau Samadhi. It’s also been suggested by some friends that I call my living room Club Samadhi.

My living room, when fully decked out, features a St Andrews Cross, Dungeon bed, spanking bench, and a ladderback bondage chair. It’s probably as well equipped as the dungeons our local groups put together for play parties.

When I look at some of the pictures I’ve captured playing there, the Club Samadhi name doesn’t seem like such a stretch…

Today’s image features my dear friend Dee (from a birthday play party in her honor) and another friend who is known here by the name “anon neighbor”. The back of Serafina’s head is also visible, she’s actually wielding a whip.

Yes, there’s a story that goes along with his name, it’s a moniker I gave him and it stuck.

But, since Sinful Sunday is all about the image, I get to save that tale for another time…

Kiss Molly’s lips with your cursor to see the other wonderful bloggers taking part in this week’s #SinfulSundaySinful SundayI always appreciate hearing your thoughts. Please feel free to leave a comment. ~ Michael

Adding Financial Insult to Injury | Billing Sexual Assault Survivors | from Teen Vogue

It’s So Very Wrong That Hospitals Are Charging Sexual Assault Victims

Survivors Should NEVER Pay A Financial Penalty for Rape Treatment

Karen* was 26 when her partner drove her to an ER in Boston the morning after she was sexually assaulted. She opted for a pregnancy test, pre-exposure prophylaxis anti-HIV treatment, and an IV. She assumed her insurance from her job as a certified rape crisis counselor would cover the costs.

But four months later, she received a bill from the hospital. It contained a breakdown of what her insurance covered and what she owed — and it exceeded $1,200.

Karen is not the first sexual assault survivor to get surprised with exorbitant fees. Despite the law’s intentions of offsetting medical expenses that should not have to be paid by the sexual assault survivor (and it’s not taxpayer dollars covering the costs, but rather funds from crime victim compensation programs), some hospitals are extraneously billing the patients for tests and treatments, further contributing to their distress.

In a recent study published in the American Journal of Public Health, researchers analyzed the insurance policies of 1,355 female rape survivors between the ages of 16 and 61. They found that nearly all of them paid healthcare costs — an average of about $950 — for crimes committed against them. The study found that while insurance typically covers 86% of the $6,737 average cost of rape, including for items like a rape kit — an involved exam that collects forensic evidence for a tailored treatment program or to support court proceedings should you wish to prosecute — survivors are generally left to cover the remaining amount out of pocket. Between antibiotics, sleep aids, anti-anxiety medications, emergency contraceptives, and other related treatments, the study showed some survivors accrued up to $8,900 in charges in the first month alone.

The cost is even more disheartening given that protection clauses in the law like the Violence Against Women Act (VAWA) were established to prevent hospitals and healthcare providers from billing survivors after their assault. Still, many providers in the country have figured out how to tack on extra fees, Michelle Katz, a licensed practical nurse, health insurance advocate, and author of Healthcare for Less, 101 Health Insurance Tips, and Healthcare Made Easy, tells Teen Vogue. She says that depending on the facility, physicians often charge a professional component associated with their expert reading of the diagnostic or lab work, a site fee for the cost of the room and equipment, and a technical fee for the kit itself. This begs the question: Are hospitals unnecessarily billing survivors?

Marissa Miller

Teen Vogue, Hospitals Are Charging Sexual Assault Survivors With Exorbitant Hospital Fees

I’m Outraged That Hospitals Are Charging Sexual Assault Survivors

The medical industrial complex in the United States is more about profit than it is about patients.

For some, that may appear to be an inflammatory statement. While there may be individual physicians and hospitals who buck this trend, it’s become nearly universally true.

In my work as an advocate for low-income individuals, I’m constantly fighting the heinous practice of balance billing. There are Federal laws prohibiting this exploit. Yet, I help Medicaid recipients who are getting hospital bills far too often for it to be the result of simple billing mistakes. Hospital billing departments are either completely ignorant and incompetent. Or, they are deliberately attempting to take financial advantage of the poor.

Now, thanks to Teen Vogue, I learn that sexual assault survivors are being victimized in a similar fashion.

Needless to say, I’m outraged!

I can not be more clear about this. Anytime a sexual assault survivor receives a bill for their rape treatment, they are being victimized a second time. Victimized by the hospitals and physicians who send out the bill. Clearly, the offending individuals and institutions are adding financial insult to injury…

Sexual Assault Resources

If you or someone you know has been sexually assaulted, you can seek help by calling the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 800-656-HOPE (4673). For more resources on sexual assault, visit RAINNEnd Rape on CampusKnow Your IX, and the National Sexual Violence Resource Center.

The First Spanksgiving | Smutober Day 5

It was close to 60 degrees out, comfortably warm for me, perhaps a little chilly for what would be a mostly disrobed Serafina (who I planed to drape over a convenient log,) but nothing that a good warming of her ass wouldn’t be able to overcome. It started raining, and Serafina looked at me, asking with her eyes if the rain storm would spare her bottom it’s ordeal. I growled lightly in response that she’d be wet when I was done with her anyway, so a little rain wasn’t going to even slow me down.

I think she whimpered a little . . .

Michael Samadhi

SpiritualBDSM.com, Spanksgiving Day (redux)

Misty Water-Colored Memories

Before the concept for my Leaves of Grass post came to mind for today’s Smutober prompt, I thought of a much older entry from SpiritualBDSM.com.

What better way, I thought, to portray the prompt -“leaves”- than an outdoor Thanksgiving Day spanking scene?  Fortunately, I happen to have some nice images from such a celebration.

The images are from bittersweet memories, to be quite honest. Serafina and I shared some very wonderful times together, no doubt about that. I have to believe that we learned and grew very much together. It’s also true that we saw things in each other we wanted to see, and that those perceptions were perhaps not completely accurate. Given enough time, those kinds of essential misunderstandings will eventually slice a relationship to its core.

Our time as lovers may be over, but we are still friends. She will always be family to me. In fact, despite being separated, Serafina still lives here in my home. Our old blog together still exists (obviously) and we both share access and permission for use of our shared images. Yes, it’s a complex relationship, but, I’m told that’s relatively common among polyamorous people.

I have no desire to forget the good times we shared. Instead, I intend to celebrate them. Despite the differences and misunderstandings, those days were among the best of our lives to date. Whatever the future holds, whatever our status may become, the good days are worth celebrating.

Spanksgiving Leaves

My first Spanksgiving was documented here – Happy Spanksgiving! Serafina provided the story for the post and obviously modeled as well. The photographs were mine. Adding to Serafina’s rendition of the events, I provided my own – Spanksgiving Day (redux).

I was never satisfied with the photographs. I was using a Nikon Coolpix camera rather than my usual 35mm, and struggled mightily with the white balance and with exposure. I did the best I could with my primitive photoshop skills, the results are not my best, barely acceptable IMHO.

Of course, I can now revisit old photographs, as I showed recently for SinfulSunday. Even if I can’t “fix” photos, I’m having pretty good luck using filters and photo-processing software turning my older photos into a sort of art. My creations aren’t to everyone taste, but I’ve had good feedback from some folks too.

So, without further explanation or ado, I give you two of my edited images created from Michael Samadhi’s First Spanksgiving. Images of beautiful memories. Images full of beautiful leaves…

I took my slave/wife by the hand, one more time, and led her down a faint trail that paralleled the river. I’m a large man, 6′ tall, while Serafina is just 5’2″, so if I decide to set a good pace, it feels as though I’m almost pulling her along, her stride is much shorter than mine, and she has to push herself to keep up. That’s the way I want it, I want her breathless before we even start.

Then is see what I’m looking for, a downed log – solid and secure, that I can drape my slave over for her spanking.

In a quiet but firm voice, my face very close to hers (invading her space) as I held her close in front of me, I told Serafina to pull her pants down to her ankles and drape herself over the log. She looked at the damp wood for a moment, realizing that the recent rain wasn’t going to make her ordeal any more comfortable, and then quietly complied with my command.

I got out my camera and calmly told her I was going to record the event for all my online friends.

Michael Samadhi

SpiritualBDSM.com, Spanksgiving Day (redux)

My Path and Leaves of Grass | Smutober Day 5

Smutober Day 5 ~ Mastery, Walt Whitman, and Leaves of Grass

Whitman influenced me greatly. He could be called my spiritual father.

If you are an American, then Walt Whitman is your imaginative father and mother, even if, like myself, you have never composed a line of verse.

Harold Bloom

steel engraving of Walt Whitman in his 30s from the first edition of Leaves of Grass

Whitman and Mastery

I hope by now, any existing readers of Michael’s Way understand my love of quotes.

Collecting quotes from my readings has been part of my personal path to “Mastery”. How I define that word may be significantly different than the path other dominants take. And, to my mind, that’s a good thing.

There is no such thing as a “cookie cutter dominant”, we all must seek our own paths on the road to Mastery. To me, being a Master includes far more than knowing how to use a flogger or whip, learning shibari, or developing skills for other types of kinky fuckery.

Mastery is a lifelong path. It’s about learning and growing as an individual, and as a leader.

The vision I have for my own personal Mastery is to grow into a sort of leather-clad Rennaissance man, always ready with wisdom, a quote, or song to share.

If you’ve read Frank Herbert’s Dune series, picture Gurney Halleck in today’s world… (Sinnjara says I’m far more handsome than Gurney, but she’s quite prejudiced.)

Portrait of Whitman by Thomas Eakins

With that in mind, for today’s Smutober entry, I’m sharing quotes from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.

It’s a book that’s rather infamous in my mind, as a copy of the book was gifted to Monica Lewinsky by President Bill Clinton. Regardless of what you think of Clinton, like him or hate him based on his morality, there’s really no denying that the man is well educated, well spoken, and charismatic.

Leaves of Grass was part of Monica’s seduction. So, to my way of thinking, it may also prove seductive enough to provide a nice helping of food for thought for you too, my dear reader…

This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men … re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman

Leaves Of Grass

Quotes from Leaves of Grass

“Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning – I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?”

Walt Whitman

I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

Walt Whitman

Your very flesh shall be a great poem…

Walt Whitman

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman

Renaissance Fairs & BDSM ~ Smutober Day 4

Renaissance Fairs & BDSM

BDSM & Renaissance Fairs go together like ducks and water. There are few things in life that are a more natural fit. It’s true that renaissance fairs don’t actively promote the activities there as having BDSM undertones. They are family events after all.

But, there’s no denying that dunking wenches is akin to a form of BDSM water bondage/play. Outside of a dungeon event, or play party, where else besides a Rene Fair are you going to visit to get locked into a jail or cage?

Perhaps you are a cosplayer? There’s really no better public venue (short of a cosplay convention) to show off your lovely/scary/menacing/sexy costumed self. The gladiator style leathers you picked up at last year’s IML will fit in perfectly here. So will the executioners hood that looks so scary hot on your partner in your dungeon at home.

And, that’s true for folks into roleplay too. Attending a renaissance fair is something like roleplayers wet dream. It gives the opportunity to stay in character as long as they choose.

Ren Fairs even offer shopping opportunities for kinky minded individuals. Certainly, if you wished to someday try the infamous “Samadhi sword clothes cutoff” (don’t try this at home without proper instruction) you can find finely forged bladed instruments at a Rennaissance Fair.  Items of this sort also make outstanding decorations for classic dungeon decor.

I can find pervertables almost anywhere. But, it’s also good to know that a Fair is as good a place as any to search for items that can be turned to good use for kinky fuckery. A somewhat limited selection of what could be called BDSM style toys (whips and the like are not completely uncommon) and pervertables may also be found at an SSC (or similar style organization) event.

It may go without saying, but I’ve always thought a timely reminder to sometimes be good… Strict attention to quality should never be overlooked. Anytime I’m dealing with handmade items being sold at any sort of festival or fair, I’m really quite picky. A toy serves no one well if it self-destructs after only a few uses.

Finally, it’s worth mentioning that attending a Renaissance Fair can be a good way for the shy among us to get their feet wet in a “world beyond vanilla”. Sure, it’s not quite a play party, public dungeon or BDSM festival, but it’s also a lot easier to explain to inquisitive family members asking where you went last weekend…

I think that maybe I’m dreaming

I smell cinnamon and spices
I hear music everywhere
All around kaleidoscope of color
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

Maids pass gracefully in laughter
Wine coloured flowers in their hair
Last call from lands I’ve never been to
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

Sun’s flash on a soda prism
Bright jewels on the ladies flashing
Eyes catch on a shiny prism

Hear ye the crying of the vendors
Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn
Fires flare soon it will be night fall
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

I think that maybe I’m dreaming
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

Renaissance Fair

The Byrds (1967)

Smutober 2017 – Day 4

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