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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…

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Unmasked ~ Sinful Sunday Week 337

Sinful Sunday Week 337 – Unmasked

I’ve been trying to let my images speak for themselves for SinfulSunday, but there’s a story with this one I want to tell…

Today’s image has been floating around on a hard-drive since 2014.

A very different version was shared back in August of that year, for a long past SinfulSunday

I think it’s a powerful image.

It was pretty well received at the time too, I got some pretty cool comments…

Fuck me backwards with a bottle brush this is HOT… I am totally a biceps and shoulder woman and when they are leaning over me in a menacing way then I am basically a big puddle of juice beneath them.

Mollyxxx

There are few more really cool comments, including one from Curvaceous Dee – a woman I’ve had a crush on longer than I’d like to admit.

As gratifying as all the comments were to me (perhaps more now in retrospect than even originally) – a lot of water has passed under the bridge since 2014.

In all honesty, I’d almost completely forgotten about the photograph in the intervening years.  Then, as I was looking through my old blog the other day, I saw the image again.  It peaked my interest.

So, I looked back through my photo archives for the original.  Three years later, I saw completely different potential.  It’s safe to say my photo editing skills have changed dramatically in the intervening years.  So has my eye for what does and doesn’t look good.

I’m not sure the new image is necessarily any better than the original.  It’s just different.  Very different. Some will undoubtedly prefer the more mysterious…

Hopefully, some will also find appeal in the new unmasked version…

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St. Andrew’s Cross in My Livingroom?

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My St. Andrew’s Cross was a gift from a friend.  Covered with something like 10 coats of hand rubbed black lacquer, the cross is massive.  It’s built into an elevated base, about 5’x5′.  It’s arms reach upward almost to the height of my ceiling.

Of course, the cross isn’t what you likely notice about this Sinful Sunday’s image.  I’m sure your eyes were drawn to the lovely submissive who is on the cross.

Her scene name is Dee.  I have played with her off and on since 2012.  I’ve become more than a bit of a hermit of late, so it’s been ages since I’ve seen her.  But she certainly remains a valued and dear friend.

I hope you find her as lovely as I do…

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A Conversation With Alpha

A Conversation With Alpha

We had a small celebration of sorts yesterday.

One year ago today Serafinas was officially collared as my slave. We could neither afford, nor did we have the energy to put together anything big this year to celebrate, so we simply invited our very dear friend Alpha Bull down to visit.  Our friendship with Alpha is by far the deepest we share in the community, which itself is significant.

But, the invitation was full of other meaning as well.  In addition to giving the formal toast after the ceremony, Alpha was the man chosen to bring a blindfolded and nearly naked Serafina down the aisle to me, on a leash. To top everything else off, Alpha had given us a case of Naked Wines as a gift at the ceremony, and I’d promised to share one bottle with him on the event’s anniversary.  I’ve actually held back the entire case, thinking that as long as the wine holds out, we can sample a bottle every year on the collaring’s anniversary.

For yesterday, Sinnjara supplied a very delicious Rye Whiskey she picked up just for the event, as she’d once heard me mention that Rye was one of Alpha’s favorite drinks.  Serafina slaved over the stove for two consecutive days to produce a chocolate cake-pie and a Lemon Meringue pie.

Me? I supplied the cigars.  Sinnjara smoked a Tatiana Mocha Caramely, Serafina had a CAO Cherry Bomb Cigarillo, while Alpha and I savored the pairing of Sinnja’s rye whiskey with a Joya De Nicaragua Antaño 1970 Lanceros.

Also, mirroring my efforts at the collaring ceremony, I grilled meat.  I’ve been cooking meat over a grill since the 1970’s, I did it professionally while supporting myself as a youth.  It’s not only something I’m good at, it’s a joy for me to do as well.  Slow cooking meat over a grill is almost as relaxing as enjoying a fine cigar.  Pairing the two together (not to mention the addition of Sinnjara’s Rye) is always an outstanding experience for me.

000169colorAs we were sitting around discussing the news, the topic of rape play came up.  It seems that a mutual friend of ours acted out a rape fantasy with a lady at the Kinky Kottage, so Alpha was sharing the story as he knew it.

Now let’s be honest, rape play isn’t an everyday topic here, but, truth told, it’s relatively common as a fantasy.  I’ve seen estimates that more than 50% of women have, at some time in their life, fantasized about forced or coerced sex.  The popularity of what I call “bodice ripping” harlequin style romance novels is proof positive that it’s not an uncommon fantasy at all.  Certainly, it’s a marketable niche to say the least.

Now I do want to be clear about one thing – in talking about “rape play” – we are discussing a special niche within BDSM, the realm of consensual non-consent.  Because rape and force fantasies are so common, a lot of protocols have been developed within the community to try and make fulfilling the fantasies relatively safe.  Even with that said, any kind of consensual non-consent is edge play.  It’s not anything to be taken lightly, or to be done without some serious forethought.

I have a very dear friend who hopes to live out rape fantasies.  I’ve pledged to help her live them out, and I’m not the kind of man to give my word like that lightly.  But, because she has become a dear friend, I’ve begun to wonder if my role in fulfilling her fantasy will only end up being advisory. I may have to help organize her rape, but not be able to take part myself.

Why?

000179BWWell, the proposition was put forth yesterday, that for a lady to really have her fantasy fulfilled, it’s best done by someone she doesn’t know, a stranger.  It’s pretty logical if you think about it.  If Dee and I feel affection and sexual attraction for each other, it’s not like anything I do with her could be realistic enough to fulfill the fantasy.  Oh I could hurt her, she could struggle, we could have some really nasty rough sex that verged on the non-consensual.  That sounds like a good time to me.  But seriously, how can it be non-consensual if there is any kind of preexisting attraction?

It can’t!

That’s one key difference between real life and fantasy.  In the real world, a high percentage of rapes are committed by individuals who might be considered friends, or at least part of a shared social circle.  While there may be women who fantasize about being raped by a friend, that’s not how the fantasy usually works . . .

It was such a fascination conversation that we had, I’d like to continue it here.  What are your thoughts on consensual non-consent and rape play?

A Glutton for Punishment

A Glutton for Punishment

This entry is part 33 of 35 in the series Sinful Sunday

Count for me . . .

No, you missed one!

Sorry . . .

 

 

We start over now.

What’s that?

You missed one again!

 

Over and over,

Until it’s perfect,

A glutton for punishment.

 

You know I wonder,

Did you do it deliberately?

Pain Slut . . .

 

S.A.M. I Am,

A rose by any other name,

Would still prick just the same.

 

a glutton for punishment

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With Dee and Gatekeeper – circa 2013 (photo by Serafina Samadhi, photoshop and text by Michael Samadhi)

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