[Note: I didn't feel this document vulgar enough to mark with the Forbidden Love symbol. However, it does contain _very_ dark thoughts. If you are offended by anything having to do with S&M (Sadism and Masochism), I strongly advise you to avoid this article.]
[S&Mers, this article describes what I would consider to be some very "advanced" ideas. If you know anything about S&M, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't, read the alt.sex.bondage faq before going any further. If you're offended by the concepts contained therein, don't bother coming back to this article. It is far more disturbing.]
3/7/96
An open message to Madonna:
Madonna, I want you to hurt me. You only hurt the ones you love, don't you? Don't tell me you were just playing a character. I've heard that line before. Please, I'm begging you to torture me some more. Have you ever heard of something called "edge play"? Of course you have, what am I thinking. I'm willing to bottom if you want to be a top. I'll do anything for love.
Don't you want a slave, or have you got enough of those already? I can make you my slave if that's what you want. Surely, you must be somewhat interested. Don't you want to even meet me? Or am I the serpent in the Garden of Eden? Actually, if you're wiser than Eve was, you'll stay away. I won't lie to you and say I can make you a God. You already are a God. Or a Goddess. One of the two.
I'll be gentle if you will. I won't hurt you. I'm sly and crafty. If you'll just let me in the door, I'll make you serve at my whim. Don't worry, everybody needs to have somebody they can trust. I can caress you better than you've ever experienced. Just touch my hand. You'll see what I mean. If I'm too sensual, too passionate, too evil, or too pushy, turn me away and I'll leave. I can find others, but you're my first choice.
Then, as we get closer, we can hurt each other more. You can use me as a punching bag and beat me until I turn blue. I will use you as my sculpture, my work of art. It'll be fun. When I was young, my mom told me never to seek after pleasure. Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of a mother. Love me.
Come on. We could be beauty and the beast with a twist. We could switch roles every now and then. And it wouldn't just be like one of those silly romances where beauty and the beast fall in love and live together forever. Sometimes, one of us could play Gaston (like in the Disney version) or the enchantress, or any of the other characters. I know you like to engage in fantasies. I'll play out any fantasy you want. It can be real, at least for a while.
Of course, if you really want to torture me, you'll keep giving me orgasms just like you are right now. That's right. Just ignore me. Don't even acknowledge my presence. Leave me wondering for the rest of my life whether or not you've really seen any of this. That would truly be an act of sadism. And it's the easiest for you as well. Just think, you could have me doing contortions all the time without even speaking a word or moving a muscle. The easiest screw over you'll have ever done on somebody. Maybe you could write about it when you do your autobiography. Oh, right, doing that would end the torture, and you don't want that, do you? I guess you'd just have to grow old never having lived to tell anyone about how you tortured a man without ever seeing him. But don't worry. Others will know, because I'm telling them for you. If you like me to express your thoughts for you because you're hiding them inside, I'm happy to do so. I just thought you might want to have some say in how history thinks of you.
Well, my erection is dieing down now. Maybe you will have to enter my presence if you want me to be tortured. Then you could inflict it any way you like. Either way, I think I'm bound for a happy life. I shall feel the lash of your whip on my back, and you shall worship at my feet. I'll take you to heaven, hell, earth, the universe, and anywhere else you want to go. Or if you want, we could just enjoy a night at home. Now I know I'm in love.