The Joy of Kink is Live!

The Joy of Kink is Live!

Joy of Kink! It’s Here

JoyOfKink.com Opens Primarily Due to Sinnjara’s Technical Work

The Joy of Kink is finally open!

I’ve still got months of work there restoring old articles going back to 2011 from both MichaelSamadhi.com and SpiritualBDSM.com.

Some will be completely rewritten, showing up at Joy of Kink completely transformed from their previous posting. Others will remain “as is”, outside of some loving restoration as they are transferred. Over time, many of the old articles will disappear from this site, redirected to the Joy of Kink.

Joy of Kink logo

Welcome to the Joy of Kink, a sex-positive website dedicated to exploring kink, BDSM, fetish, Tantra, and alternative sexuality in all its guises.

Source: Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome | Joy of Kink

By no means am I giving up on this domain.

This site -MichaelSamadhi.com- will be all about sharing the news and stories I’m reading. I have a few other purposes in mind too. Please bear with me as we clean up all the “virtual dust” from the construction.

There’s still a long way to go in the renovations behind the scenes for Samadhi Chateau’s virtual homes, but the Joy of Kink is up and looking good…

Friday, October 6th, is Boobday! | My First…

My Boob Day Debut | Friday, October 6th

I’m really not the soft and cuddly type. I have my lil’ girl teddy bear moments, for sure. My fantasies, on the other hand, go much darker.

I hope my BoobDay debut is OK. Believe it or not, this is my version of a tender moment with Master Samadhi.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.

William Shakespeare

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Boobday is a body-positive meme where women share images of their bodies in order to show that there is beauty in all of us. With confidence comes power and with power comes confidence.

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

Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

Image edited by Michael Samadhi
from Bound Gang Bangs (Pom Pom Girl gets Gang Banged by Basketball Coach and Team) starring Emma Haize.
Story by Michael Samadhi and Sinnjara Samadhi

Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

The old abandoned factory Master found was perfect for their fantasy. She’d been blindfolded and left kneeling on the cold concrete floor. Hands tied behind her back. She’d given her Master consent for this scene weeks ago. Every day since she wondered when it would happen. If it would happen. Now it’s here. And she’s ready. 

Squirming, breathing, testing the rope binding her wrists. Feeling an intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation. Knowing there will be more than one man coming for her tonight…. Breathing deeply of the dank, stale air, she tries to control her fear. Yet, excitement coursed through her. Her face was wet from tears, but her cunt was just as wet as the blindfold.

Time has stopped, or so it seems. It could be racing by for all she knew. Down here in the factory basement, it wasn’t like the sun would have given her clues anyway. But, the damned blindfold, everything was black. Her brain was getting weird, fuzzy. The tears have stopped too. At least the blindfold was drying off. She concentrates on listening for clues as to what will happen next. Fears of unknowns still haunt her.

Why did she have to tell him this fantasy? Why did he always have to twist things so she wouldn’t know for sure what would happen?  “It has to be MY way,” he told her time and again. She fucking loved him for it. Except when she hated him.

Frustrated to be left like this, anger beginning to rise, there’s no choice but to let emotions go. She screams loudly, “JUST GET IT OVER WITH!” Words echo off the cold cement walls. There’s no reply. Not a voice, not even a whisper. She listens intently, but not even the sound of shuffling feet can be heard. The dank air doesn’t stir. The scream still echoes in her ears. She feels alone. And, in feeling so alone, she also feels small. So very small.

Her imagination takes over. Fear and excitement building still, all at once together. Finally, she hears footsteps and several voices coming close…

I also created an unofficial Smutober entry for “door” based upon a wonderful quote – The door is there…

Are you participating in Smutober?

I’m taking part in the festivities…

Are you participating in Smutober?

It was a late night, or perhaps it was an early morning, I”m not exactly sure.

Staring at my computer, slumbering with my eyes open, I was startled back to awareness by Sinnjara, my consensual slave.

“Master, do you want to participate in Smutober?”

She had been hard at work (like a good slave) on Michael’s Way, using her tech skills to bring my ideas for the blog to life.  Of course, I was hard at work too, in a different way.  It’s said that coming up with the vision for a project is the hardest step.  Invoking executive privilege, it could be said, perhaps, I was working hardest.

Perhaps…

I replied with what I considered, at the time, to be witty repartee.  “Smut-cobra fest?  Why would I want to blog about promiscuous snakes?  Anyway, I always cheer for the mongoose…”

“No Master, it’s SMUTOBER!” she said.

“Oh… OK… OK…  What is this Smutober?”

I probably gave up my “cobra gambit” a little too easy.  While I do enjoy joking around, now I was actually curious!

Every day during October we shall be giving our erotica authors, sex bloggers and other creatives a prompt to inspire them. We are hoping they’ll use it to create & share flash fiction, excerpts, photos, recipes, poems and more from their interpretation of the theme…

Feeling Daring? Why not pick a day that appeals to you and join in the fun yourself!

Smutoberfest

with a little help…

There are a few more details that can be found here ~> Welcome to Smutober!  It all seems simple enough, and it sounds like fun too…

I participated in a month-long blogging contest back in 2014.  So, this won’t be my first rodeo.

I’m hoping to manage an entry for each day.  But, I also know how difficult that can be to accomplish.

Sinnjara has asked some dear friends of ours to help.  Folks I consider to be part of my Leather Family, even if it’s not formally designated or declared.

Our friends are pretty kinky too.  They even have kinks/fetishes that aren’t on my list.  Not only is that ok (it’s great in fact) – it’s just a little unusual.

I’ve learned from them.  And, through that knowledge, I’ve grown.  Beyond being grateful for their friendship, I am grateful for that opportunity as well.

So, I expect we will somehow, between us all, be able to fully participate in Smutober.  Even if I sing out of tune (a common occurrence) ~ I’ll get by with a little help from my friends…

Will you participate in the Smutober festivities too?