Recipe for Michael’s Smile | Smutober Day 8

Michael’s Recipe for Gastronomical Satisfaction | Smutober Day 8

It really doesn’t get any better than this

Recipe for a Simple Man?

What is the perfect recipe for Michael? Despite some rumors to the contrary, I’d like to believe that I’m really a simple man. Perhaps that leads to a simple recipe?

Truth be told, I’m more than a little bit of a hedonist. At the same time, I ascribe to Buddhist beliefs. They are traditions that seem to hold opposing viewpoints on life.

Most Buddhists are vegetarian. I’m a confirmed meatasaurus. Of course, I’m a non-traditional Tantric Buddhist/pagan. That makes a difference, I suppose.

Hedonists are known, in many cases, for their excesses. Buddhism teaches moderation. I tend to ascribe to the Buddhist side of the equation here. With that said, you don’t often hear that living a BDSM lifestyle is a path of moderation…

Perhaps I’m not so simple after all?

A Tantric Recipe?

When it comes to the ideal meal, a Tantric ritual called Panchamakara comes to mind. Essentially, it’s a ritual meal accompanied by intercourse. Also known as the “Five M’s”, Panchamakara is a Tantric term referencing the five substances used as part of the ritual.

  • madya (wine)
  • māṃsa (meat)
  • matsya (fish)
  • mudrā (parched grain)
  • maithuna (sexual intercourse)

As I noted above, the taboo-breaking elements of this ritual (the consumption of meat etc.) are only literally practiced by “left-hand path” Tantrics (vāmācārin), whereas “right-hand path” Tantrics (dakṣiṇācārin) oppose that interpretation of this ritual.

Obviously then, I follow the left-hand path…

These functions are the subject of the Panchatattva or Panchamakara (“five Ms”), as they are vulgarly called–viz.: Madya (wine), Mangsa (meat), Matsya (fish), Mudra (parched grain), and Maithuna. In ordinary parlance, Mudra means ritual gestures or positions of the body in worship and Hatha Yoga but as one of the five elements it is parched cereal and is defined as ‘Bhrishta-danya dikang yadyad chavya-niyam prachaks-hate, sa mudra kathita devi sarvves-hang naganam-dini’. The Tantras speak of the five elements as Panchatattva, Kuladravya, Kulatattva and certain of the elements have esoteric names, such as Karanavari or Tirtha-vari, for wine, the fifth element being usually called Lata-sadhana (Sadhana with woman or Shakti). The five elements, moreover have various meanings, according as they form part of the Tamasika (Pashvachara), Rajasika (Virachara) or Divya or Sattvika sadhanas respectively.

Arthur Avalon (Sir John Woodroffe)

Mahanirvana Tantra

Recipe for Kink

If you didn’t fully understand Woodroffe’s quote, that’s ok. It makes my eyes blur a little too.

I included it, not only to describe the five M’s, but also to illustrate how difficult it was to study Tantra before it was popularized in the West during the sexual revolution. I only know a small handful of Sanskrit terms, and I’ve been following my own Tantric path since the mid-1990’s.

I’m not a very good Buddhist, to be quite honest. I lost my spiritual mentor something like 15 years ago. Even then, it wasn’t a simple path I chose for myself.

Without his wisdom, my personal path combining BDSM and Tantra has gravitated more and more towards the kink side of the equation. I haven’t truly practiced the Tantric ritual of Panchamakara for more than a decade…

Recipe for Smiles – Michael’s Edition

Perhaps I really am a simple man after all.

Give me a nice ribeye steak, a side of good vegetables, and I’m thrilled. A glass of wine is nice, but I’m a Type II diabetic, I’d probably prefer a cup of coffee or a diet soft drink. That’s really all it takes.

And, that’s my recipe for you too – pure simplicity. No courses. No sauces or glazes. Nothing marinated.

Sometimes it’s just the simple things in life…

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

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