"mmpf mmf mmmfphf mmf?"
"Heh heh heh..."

Translation:
"Is this gonna hurt, SIR?"
"FUCK YEAH, boy, it's gonna hurt like hell..."


If it ain't bondage, it ain't rape... if it ain't rape, it ain't sex.


RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.


"Aw, damn, boy, why'd you go an' do that? Now I'm just gonna have to punish you some more..."

Master Biceps passed away on July 22, but He had a very powerful influence on my life. These are some of the ideas that He shared with me...

Silent are our most inward desires;
they are hidden, but for awhile, in another place so near.
The Commands of my Master echo in the Silence.
I hear Him who chains me;
Him who takes me;
Him who shapes and molds and crafts me ...
I am left gagged,
for it is the command of His Silence that is now my speech.


i was most free in a cage, and most caged while free.

Leather straps are my wrinkles;
piercings are simply healed wounds,
and markings are the map to my treasures.
Leather is but animal flesh upon animal flesh;
it is skin to my skin and texture to the Master's Desires.
i am both hunted and trapped by the whip;
it is through it that my skin releases every manscent of fear, lust, and desire!