Crushing

Crushing? What's that? Depending on your physical situation, there's a chance you won't have long to find out. But to simply give it a definition: Crushing as a fetish is when someone is smashed down by something greater in size. In many ways, this goes right along with the aforementioned macrophilia-the love of big things.

There are three distinct types of crushing that generally wisp up from the dark regions of the erotic mind: soft crushing, violent crushing, and crushing while immortal clay. Let's go over all three!

Soft crushing is probably the most popular--my least favorite, by the way. It generally has to do with someone large or fat pressing down on top of you, preferably while you are face up. It could be a giant foot or a wide ass. It is not really meant to cause harm as much as it is meant for the larger form to exert dominance. Soft crushing creates immobility through bodily pressure.

This form of silly crushing is as close as the fetish gets to romantic overtures. Bleh. R̵͙̓o̸̼͒m̸̼͛a̵̛̺n̶̖̿c̷̞̊e̵̹͐.̵͉̚ But I suppose as romance goes, it is somewhat kinky. The foot will push down as much as it can without hurting you, but believe me, you will feel the pressure. It will give you a little bit of fear without going too far. It's very... playful.

On to things less boring.

Violent crushing is a form of snuff. It means that the subject being crushed will die. He will feel every bone break and every organ squish in the experience. Why is the death needed for it to be a fetish? Why, death is more common a fetish as you may think. When enacted by a partner, it is the show of ultimate dominance. The crushing part is merely the icing on the cake.

Some people like the idea of feeling like a bug running across a floor. Someone sees the bug and steps down on it. He may let it roll a little under foot but ultimately... CRUNNCHHH! Those moments before being crushed are moments of pure forced submission. You find yourself entirely at the mercy of someone else. Of course, there will be no mercy. Perfect dominance will not occur until you are dead. And you will die knowing that you were utterly smashed by another.

I wrote a blog recently about Immortal Clay. Just as a recap, immortal clay means that your body is made up of an abstract material (ie. clay) that can be destroyed but not necessarily killed. Being crushed in this state means you will simply go flat. Under extreme crushing, the details of your personhood will be lost and you will be left as just an nondescript blob of goo. Naturally, you can be remolded or simply tossed away. Whatever the case, you won't die. You will live in that state for eternity.

Being the kind soul that I am, I much prefer fates worse than death. I have no desire to kill you. I would rather you suffer with your mind and life in tact. I am very benevolent in this way. For this reason, the immortal clay variety is my favorite of the three.

Oh! And by the way...

I̵̬̰̐̉̄t̷̰̖̬̑͠'̶̢͍͍̃̋s̵̢̻̲̝͆̽̄̕ ̵̠̖͇̤͋̾̉ş̸͇́̽̓ţ̷̛̟̦i̵͇̙͌̉̌͝ḷ̴̙͐̕l̵̳̂̈ ̶̼̠͇̈́͑̎g̸̬̉ő̴̼̣̤̫i̴̛̞͇̇̈́n̷̘͗̈́g̴̗̾́̇̕ ̴̩̞̈́̓̽͋ț̵̬͚͆̽o̸̱͈͓̐̑ ̶͖̥̀̀ḣ̷͔̖̲̔͘ù̵̪͍r̵͍̕t̴̼͖͔̆̐̋̃!̸͈͗̀̀

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Hyper Pheromones

I have to say that nothing pleases me more than seeing a person lose his mind. Literally lose it. Or at the very least its primary functionality. What is a mind really for... Let's see. There's money management. Very important. If you don't manage your money, you might not be able to afford that new elephant sized dildo everyone's been talking about. I hear they can run about $200+. There's also eating. Yes, you need your mind to eat. Can't just sit there and will the food into your stomach. Nutrition is important. I can't always be there to fuck your face. What else? Oh yes! Forming healthy bonds with friends and co-workers to ultimately develop a stable standing in modern society. Very important. I always did love a harem.

But really, all that IQ is overrated! You don't really need any of it. Just give yourself to someone who'll take care of you. Someone who will love you and do a number of interesting things to your body in exchange for your undying loyalty. I'm not talking about giving up your soul... unless your into that sort of kinkiness. Heh heh.

A new and upcoming fetish in the realm of hypnotism and mind control is something called Hyper Pheromones. It's also sometimes called Extreme Pheromones and probably a number of other things. Like I said: It's a bit new. I used to refer to cuntboys as reverse shemales at one time. Who knew the popular term would be so excessively dirty. I fucking hate vulgarity.

To explain this new fetish you have to understand the very basic concept of pheromones. Pheromones in the abstract is a chemical ejected by a living person which is intended to attract another individual in a sexual manner. (Usually the opposite sex but who really cares honestly.) I can't really call the sniffer of this pheromone a victim, and believe me, I love calling people victims. The subject, shall we say, will inhale these pheromones and react to it with a rather broad range that might consists of a long period of proper romantic courting to a rather unexpected interlude of fucking madly. Either way, the whole concept rather bores me. Sex is sex is sex is sex.

Enter the new fetish known as Hyper Pheromone. This will usually be produced from some sort of freak of nature. Possibly genetically modified. It is not normal in the least. Something we can just sort of imagine. The possessor of the hyper pheromone can produce it in a similar fashion as the regular type, but I rather like it coming forth in a more deliberate and concentrated fashion. For example, it can be "puffed" through the creature's lips. A big pink cloud right in the victims face. Or we could modify a skunk to have it come from her very stately tail. Once again, by act of will.

The result of inhaling this hyper pheromone is that you will experience no less than 3 hours of fap in precisely one full second. You will quite literally undergo an excruciatingly long and massive sexual experience in the blink of an eye. A moment after you breath in the puff, you will have an earth shattering orgasm that is entirely unavoidable. It will be a large and messy one too. If you're lucky, the shock to your system will not kill you, and the fetish is rather tailored to those with rock solid constitutions. There is no point to any of it if the heart stops beating.

I know it must seem rather unexciting for the orgasm to happen so quickly, but there is quite a lot more. You see... The puffs do not stop coming. All the oxygen is quickly being displaced around you. You may try and hold your breath, but the sudden orgasm has you gasping uncontrollably. In another moment, you breathe in another shot of the pheromones and... ORGASM! Yes, and it is just as intense and messy as the first. My goodness, but it does seem as if your balls are refilling quickly! How do they do that?! It defies proper biology! We could stop and try to figure out the science of it, but you are too busy gasping more of those puffs in to really consider anything. And yes... you just keep blowing your load all over the place.

4... Puff! 5... Puff! 6... Puff! Puff! Puff! 20...

37... Puff! 68... Puff! 91...

I'm gonna need new carpet. The floor is covered in your goo. Got plenty of it on me as well, but I don't mind. The point is that you don't really think anymore. All the time you were breathing me in and blowing your load, your IQ was steadily dropping by ten digits at a time. Not sure where it is now. Probably somewhere near 20. You don't even remember your own name. All you can think about is sex... sex... sex. I am the only person you ever see in your deteriorating brain.

J̴̛̛̪͇̗̒̌̈̂̑͋̿̅̇̔͋̅̈́͛́̌̓͋̈́̀͗̈́͑́̈́̃̓́̐̾̊̆̌̚̚̕͝͝Ủ̸̢͎͕̬͇͚͎̥͔̗̺̪͔̥̲̜̘̬͋̏͒̓̊͊̌̇̌̈́̽Ṡ̵̨̡̢̨̧̢̡̡̢̡̛̤̰̣͔̤̞̼̯̜̣̫̜̗̠̘̯̣̮̲͔̝̣̠͔̱͇̟̭̥͉͈̪̥̥͓͉͍̳̩̃̑̇̂̽͒͒̏̍̏͒͗̔́̓̓͐͊͆̊̾̄̄̂̑͗̏͐̍͊͜͝͝͠ͅͅŢ̷̧̭̾͌̉̒̾̅͛͒͜ ̴̧̧̡̜̜̥͚͖͇̰̦͔̮͎̥͕̞̼̖̱̙͖̺̥̺̰͍͕͎̥̙͌͌̇̍̽̌̑̑́̌̈́̍̏̃̏̈́̂̓̒̉̌̃͗͒̈̊̌̽͆̄̅̀̋̈́̂̌̚͜͝͝ͅB̴̢̨̧̡̡̢̨̡̨̡̛̛̤̳͔͎̞̬̞̠͚̝̲͚̞̘̻̞͖̫̖̞̹̯̣̟̻̘͕̺͍̲̪̺̙̰̜̩̮̹̜̪͓͚͖̋́̂̈̆̎̉̉̓̈͌̃̂͗̋̓̊̔̇̈́͛̂̅̌͒̂̂͊̚͠R̸̨̧̢̨͇̼̠̼̗̝̥͇͖͉̹̖͕̰͎̣̞͚̭̀̋̑̏́̊̔̎̈̑̅͗̀͐̄̒̏̀̅̄͐́͗̽͊̏̀̕̕̚̕̕͘̕̕͘͝͝E̵̡̡̞̜̞̻̻̲̺̥͍͂̋̄̄͌́̔͌̂̑̿̑̈́̂̇̈́̎͋̚͠͝ͅA̷̧̢̡̢̩̤̥̳̗̱̥͕̪̮̲͇͕͍̥͕͇̯͉̫̪͈̲̗̪̺͙͇͇͉͕̞͙̪̤̳͎̰̗̩̍̾̇̐́̌͒̾̿̇́̏̌́́̅̚͜͜͠͠ͅŢ̶̨̜̺̝̤̜͇͎͕̭͇̗͔̠̲̝̿̄̈́̈́̈́͌̆̈́͒̽̿̑́̃̽̅̓̃̓̑̉̋̍̂͑̚͜͝H̸̡̢̨̧̛̛̘͍̣̱̬͖̺̟͎̥̱̫͔͍͎̭̜̱̝̤͇̜͚̬̯̳̻̖͍̙̫̜͇͎̖͕̲͕̖͉̙͉̥̼̍͊͆͗̃̏̈́͗͛̄̄͂̃̆̌̅̂̄̀̆̂͆́͆͊̂͑͂̑͛̅̅̾́̌͑̊̐̆͌̈́̄͊̕̚ͅ ̴̨̨̨̨̨̡̢͓̙͍͍̹͖̭͓̮̜̟̱̠͕̮͉̯͔̮͓̪̭͕̥̝̥̋̒̒͆͗͋̎̊̌͜D̶̨̜̬̹̬̰̬͓͖͖̬̤͎̥̦̪̺̲͉͊̑̔̓͊͛̐̂͋͒͑̏̊͆̈́̆̌̾͑̋̃̽͐͊̏̃̿̈́̔̔͑̆͂͑͛̈̍̿͐͘͝͠͝Ȩ̵̢̝̲̰̞͉̹̱̻̭͕̩̓̂͋́̔͑̽͂̓͐̑͂̎̈́̇̾̎̋̆̔̅͋̐̊̕̚ͅȨ̷̛̝̠̞͖͇̟̙̹͓̭̣̫̤̝̞̘̥̝͍̠͍̠͈͚̈́͒͂̎͆̂͌̎͆̓̓̃͐̊̂̏̈́́̑̓͐̊͑́̀̒͊̿̿̈́̊̀̕̕̕͝͝͠ͅP̷̪͔̻̗͇̱̰̟̮̩̘̟̗̲̞̝̥̟̤̥̭͇̬̝̤̟̱͈̠̘̱̿̊́̏̄̌̄̆̃͘͜ͅ!̷̡̨̤͕͙͍̻̲̦̘͕͚̟̲̉͂̀̀̿͂̓̾̈́̊̃̆͋͂͒͑͊͊͗̔̏̀̒͒̂̅͗̀̈́͐̎̉͐̊̏͊̇̏̾͌̄̆̂͒̍́̿͘͜͜͝͝͝

There's no reason to think anymore. There's no reason to worry anymore. Just lay there and smile. Keep blowing your load all over the place. I'll take care of you. I'll always be there for you. Just exist and think about all the pleasure...

I do often write about similar things. You may enjoy my current book "Pack Rats of the Inside."
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Hypnosis and Direct Mind Control

Does it feel good to be a free and independent person in this world? Do you enjoy it? Do you like having independent thought? Many do. I like it as well. But what if that was suddenly taken away from you? What would you do? T̸̙͑R̷͍̔I̴̗̅C̴̹̒K̸̟̒ ̶̝̅Q̴̘̄U̸̺͋E̷̝̎S̶̹͋T̶̨͝I̸̚ͅO̶̲͐Ǹ̵̝!̵̺́ You'll do whatever I want you to do.

There are two mainstream schools of thought for the taking of another's mind--hypnosis and direct mind control. The most popular is hypnosis. This involves putting the subject into a trance. They can do this by having them focus on a particular object or showing them a spinning image of some type. This causes the subject to relax and fall asleep while still listening to every word spoken by the hypnotist.

Now we are assuming that the hypnotist in this case has abilities far removed from your general showman. He is out to take hold of this person's mind and never let go. Once the subject is under the trance, the hypnotist can then make any suggestion he wants, and each one of those suggestions will be obeyed.

I suppose the fun of hypnosis is that the subject is not entirely aware that he is being hypnotized. He can be set up with triggers that can cause aberrant behavior even while in public. These are most fun when the suggestions are sexual in nature. As an example: I gave one of my victims a collar with a bell around it. Depending on the number of rings, he would have to perform a different sexual act on anyone who rang his bell. He would be entirely oblivious to it until the moment he heard and had counted the bell rings. Poor fellow was arrested for tugging down a man's pants inside of a restaurant. It was, however, a pleasant surprise to hear that they let him keep the bell on while in prison.

Direct mind control refers to the same thing but it is far more focused. I usually have some sort of devise that does it for me. It can be in the shape of a pin or a hat. It is simply something that can be easily worn by the subject.

One major difference is that the subject does not go into a trance. You are merely making him respond to your orders. His mind is not shutting down or anything. He is still thinking his own thoughts. He is still a free thinker. The problem is that if I tell him to do something, he'll do it. The best part of it is that he will still be able to speak his own mind.

Direct mind control is all about losing control of your body to someone else's whim. I can tell you to jerk me off, and you will have no choice but to jerk me off. Nevertheless, you'll still complain about it. "Why can't I stop doing this?! What's happening to me?! Stop this!"

"You make an awful amount of noise for a sex slave," says I. "Why don't you suck me off instead."

"No! I won't! I--- MMF! MFFF!"

"Ah! That's better. Peace and quiet."

I actually enjoy direct mind control more simply because I enjoy the victim's complaints as they pleasure me. Of course, you can program in changes in attitude, but that isn't as fun for me. It is more fun to see my victim losing his mind as his body just does nasty horrible things for my own enjoyment. I can even make him sing. Really, there is no downside to this... for me that is.

There is yet another far less popular form of hypnosis that I am extremely fond of. I would very much love to tell you about it in this blog, but honestly, I'd much rather you bend over for me. Yes, it's okay to complain. I like it when you complain.

Y̸̛̻̖̥̺̮̦̎̎͒͛̍̔̈́̂̐͘͜o̶̢̬̯̟̘̜̬̞͇̫͌̀͜ų̷̘͓̥͕̘̯̳̪̍̈́̃́̀͝'̴̮̞̄̎͑̃r̷̙̳̈́̎͐́̂̅̔͋̋̌͠͝ę̴̥̬̥̬̓͌͑̕͝ ̶̨̺̦̲͖̹͕̟͓̳̬̘̓̊̉̿́̃̎̃̍͝͝n̶̡̧̨͈̹̲͙̥̭̰͋̄̌̀̽̒̃͆͌̔͑̾͐̂ò̷̲͎͈̙̬̐̂̈̑̌͆͂̆̈́́͝͝t̸͍͚͗̾̐͛̄̑̄̽̔́̚͝h̴̨̫̻̺͓̺̖̤͔͚͙̪̪̖̒̀̇̿͝͝i̵̟̮̮̘̭̺̙͋͛̑̀ņ̷̨̛̝̭̫͎͙̯̗̠̣͉̽͂́͑̿͋͗̋̆̆͘͝g̸̡̢̡̛̍͌̈́́́̀̈̋̆̆̚͝ ̵̱̀͆̍̈́̚b̴̢͎̤̙̔͌̐͑̉̈́̂̆͋ú̵͓̔͒̃̃̊́̌̊̉̕̚͠ţ̸̩̮͇̜̪̠̈́̿́̽̇ ̷̢̢̢̹̩͍̖̰͎̼͓͙̏͊̀̏̕m̶̨̛͈͉̼̋̄ẏ̴̛͉̭̏̆ ̶̡͉͎̘̮̗͇̻̰̂̉̓̔̓̏̑͜͠t̴̩͎̏̀͂͌̈̉͒̕̕o̷̟̠͖͕̗̘̘̹̓́͑ỹ̶̲̻̥̣̬͓̀͂̽͆̓̈́̍̿̈́̕.̴̖̈́͊͒̃̆̿͘͘̕͝.̸̢̙̱͚̰̯͎͍̗̳͐͜ͅ.̴̛̦̃͛̔̄͐̐͂̈̈̓̓̿͘

You'll have to wait for next week to hear about it. Until then, check out my new book "Pack Rats of the Inside."
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Macrophila

Feeling kind of small? In actuality, you are not actually small. You are quite normal. Everyone else just got bigger. So what does that mean for you? That's right! You're a sex toy now!

Macrophilia is a remarkably mainstream fetish that goes far beyond the furry spectrum. Imagine having a sexual relationship with someone the size of Godzilla. Seems hard right? Dangerous? It very well could be.

The idea of it is one of simple dominance and submission. Giant dominates the small. Face it. You're just a toy now. You have no chance. You will be used, and you'll be lucky if you live through it. I hope you brought your scuba gear!

Actually, you won't have any scuba gear when the dragon places your entire body directly into her vagina. Feet first. Enjoy oxygen while it is still viable. I know what you're thinking. Thank goodness I didn't go into the OTHER place. Hey! Thanks for giving me the idea! It's gonna be a tight fit!

"But that's so cruel!" you say to me a moment before your face sinks below the puckered opening.

Life isn't fair. It never was. Goodbye.

Macrophilia works just as well with male giants. I have seen it done in multiple ways. There is an artist I am fond of who will literally smash a handful of humans onto his dick and use the splattering of blood as lube to masturbate himself.

"So unfair!" you cry again.

Please stop talking. Bloody lube is not supposed to speak.

One of my personal favorites is when someone is strapped to a giant cock. And then that giant cock is shoved into a giant anus. Fuckery ensues... followed by a very sloppy filling.

"This is horrible!" a moment before you disappear inside.

I don't recall needing your opinion before sending you to your doom.

I know I make it seem like all macrophilia is non-consensual. It isn't always. I have seen relationships form between giant and small person. There are techniques to it. But still, I'd really like to see you covered in jizz before being shoved so far up some monster's anus that we'll need to give it a fire-hose enema just to recover your body. It's gonna be a blast!

Macrophilia does happen in my new book "Pack Rats of the Inside."
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Immortal Clay

To my knowledge, I do not think there is really a popular term for "Immortal Clay." When I passed the words through Google, I only found a reference to an episode of The Avengers about an impervious form of ceramic. As interesting as ceramic is, that is not what this blog is about. Unless you want it to be. Would you like me to talk about ceramic?

Immortal Clay is a personal term that I use only with myself. It refers to a fictional state of being where you, not only cannot die, but you can also be remolded in any fashion imaginable. This, of course, happens against your will. The gods that be think very little of Immortal Clay. But allow me to do a bit of explaining.

Imagine, if you will, that you were a person of a different sort. Instead of having a body filled with bones and organs, you were merely a set of shapes molded together to have the appearance of a human being. The organs still appear to exist inside of you, but none of them are really doing anything to keep you alive. You simply live regardless of them. You live because that is all you can do.

Now place your hand upon the table here. This one. The one right in front of you. Yes, that table. Place your hand upon it nice and flat. Good. I am now going to take this hammer and bang it a few times. No, wait. I need you to place your hand back. I promise you that all will go well. Yes, thank you. Now hold still as I lift the hammer up and... WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

I would advise against pulling away for the time being. Notice how flat your hand seems to be. No bones breaking through. No blood. Just a flat hand. Also you may have felt a good helping of discomfort. Perhaps something akin to pain. It hurt, didn't it? It's a wonder why you let me do it at all. Seriously, what is wrong with you?

Nevertheless, it is done and see how the action has only changed you and has not actually... injured you. The hand probably still works to a small degree, the fingers still move, and all this is attributed to the fact that you have become a being of Immortal Clay. You are a living being entirely subject to the harsh laws of physics without the privilege of dying. You also have a marvelously flat hand. You're welcome.

What is that look for? You didn't have to participate. Are you only now coming to understand the truth? Being a person of Immortal Clay forces you into a state where you are perpetually under the power of someone of greater prowess--such as a very convincing man holding a hammer. Yes, I am talking about me. You see, I am not only interested in flattening your hand. There are many other things to be done with you. And when you consider it, that hand is really marring the whole picture which is you. I don't like you anymore. Come here, and I'll do what I can to solve my problem.

What do you mean you want to leave? I really would rather you stay. Come over here. I can't just let you go with your hand looking like that. It's unsightly. I need to fix the problem you allowed me to cause. There's really nowhere you can go with a hand like that after all. Everyone will look at you and think you are some sort of freak. Stay here with me. I must insist.

Naturally, you don't have a choice. I am controlling the narrative after all. Come this way and step into this machine. There is a chair inside as you can see. Yes, I know it looks scary. It looks scary because it is scary. It's going to hurt you a great deal. Now get inside.

GET INSIDE! GET THE FUCK INSIDE!

W̵̛̖͔̖͍̘̬̾̉̂̍̑̈̿̊̊͘h̵̢̬̝̦̳̲͚̣̳̫̝̪̍̓͌̾̏̄͆̈́̓̄͊͌͝ͅå̸̞̈̽̆́t̵̡̢̪̭̯͙̲͓̰̅̉̽̿͐͂̒͆̀̏͘͝ ̶̛̟̞̯̝͓̰̭̟̤̻̖̲̯̖̙̿́͂͌̄̇̑̎̆̀͌̚͝w̸̻͍̱͚͒̽̉̉̍̎̓̌̇͛̔̄̈͆à̸̻̝̱͓͓̖̝̊͜s̷̨̛̛͉͕͖͖͈̮̠͋̉̔͌̉͐͠͠ ̶̼̊̍̉̀̒̅͐̾͛̾Ḯ̷̡̨̡͉̟̝̫̺̘̯̟̩̖͛͑̾͆̋͌̿͜ ̸̧̱̦̣͙̬̮̺̗̪̱͖̫͊̈́̔̽̇̑̊̄̄͆͂̅̑͜͝͠d̶͙̦͔̂͐̏̽̆̇͝͠o̴̬̖̝̹͍̠̱̝̔̇́̀̓́͒͌̋̋͠ǐ̸̖̥͔̖̻͖͊̈̎̔̅̓̓͗̂͊̎̾̚͝ͅn̴̨̥͕̻͇͈̙̭̪̙̟̭̖̑̀̀̚g̷̫̻͖̱͙̻̮̠̭̩̩̲̤̪̥̽?̷̛̝̰̞͇̪̜͉̌͋́̄͑͘͜͠ W̶̛̮̖̼̻̙͖̘͙̮͉̜̦͉̮̿̈́̔̿͆͊̃͂͐̒͒̃͛ͅo̵̧̡̩̗̘̹̠͔͌u̶͔̘̰̳̜̞̤̞̱̜̞̅̿͑̂͗l̵̡̛̼̮̤̃̍͋͊̈́̇͂͗̀͗̐ḓ̵̢̥̟͍̹̦̤̻̥̳̫̏͊̽̒ ̶͚̖͐̌̂̎b̵̧̡̫̯͙̟̖̜̥̦̖̥̖͋̌͂͆̓͑̈́͊͠ȩ̶̲̟̮̥̣̯̘̦͎̀͐̽̽͘ ̵̨̗͉̰̭̥͔̊͘b̶̜̞̙́̆̓͛̓̈́̅̊̅̾͐̚͠͝ȩ̶̡̞̬̳̖̥̳̥̭̝͖͉̘͐̑̇̓̿̍̿̋̆͘s̷̡̟̗͔͈͙̦̼̀̇̉̑t̵̢͔͚͍̋͂̌͊̈̈́͠͝ͅ ̴̪̬̺̬̅̒̇̍̓̂͊͛͋̎̔̃͑͝ṫ̴̢̨̳̖̭̼͕̗͙̞̏̒͘ó̴̡̬̟͛̽̎͂̚ ̴̨̥̜͕̭̻̇̈́̍̊̍͂̌̕s̷̢̨͙̖̽̏̀ṫ̴̬̦͎̝̟͙̭̟̉̈́͋͑̓͂̾̚̕̕͝ͅą̸̨̞̹͕̫͚̮͎͔̈́̈́̽̆̑̑̀̂̊̃̔̎̒̅̚ͅý̸̡̡̺͇̝͎̖̙̗͚̘̭͇̤̞͂̉͐͗̾̏̑͝͝ ̴̦̲͎͙̜̭̹͍͇̠̗̰̽̚ç̷̛̝̜̪͇̯̤͖̫̞̻̄̉͋̔ą̶̻̹͓̬̍̍͗̓̓́̽̄͛̀͘͜l̶̪̜͖̦̟͓͈̪̗͛ͅm̶̱̝̟̞͖̳̒̓̈́̄̓͑̇̆̔͒̽̔͊͂̈́.̸̱̣̜̞͈͈̳̗̤͖͉̦̦̀̔̔̉͂̈́́̉͝͝

Are you in there? Good. Now as I close the door, the insides of the room will close in on you and smash you down. Too late! The door is closed. I would highly suggest you stay seated as I press the button, but you do as you wish.

Oh! What interesting sounds you make when you are being essentially destroyed! But you cannot die, remember? You are Immortal Clay. My machine is simply mashing you about and remolding you.

As the door opens, you are still alive. You are still conscious. You can think and feel. The discomfort is somewhat passed. Breathing is hard. You don't feel like a person anymore. In fact, you are not, perhaps, a person. No, you are now a tube. A simple purple tube with a hole on one end. And you know what I am going to do with that hole? I am going to fuck it. I am going to fuck it over and over and dump my seed into you. I mean... why not? We did get rid of that pesky flat hand problem. Now you'll be useful in the world. Well, at least, useful to me. Heh heh.

Let us begin.

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Bisexuality vs. Pansexuality

I had a rather interesting argument with a friend of mine recently. By friend, I mean someone I occasionally talk to about lewdy things. Yes, I do that sometimes. I write about it too. We all get together and have profiles that mark what we will and will not do during sexual intercourse. Furries, right?

He had his characters marked as being a bisexual. I, being a player of many interesting characters, showed up as a female of which he banged many times and enjoyed every separate bang immensely. But to test his pansexuality, I would sometimes show up as male furries of various species. He did not even talk to any of those persons. This led me to believe that his claim to pansexuality was, to use a crude term, bullshit.

"Mother fuck," I said to him. "You claim to be a pansexual, yet you won't even so much look at my sexy men. And so many of them are so very cute."

"I only like certain males," he tells me.

"What sorts?" I asked with genuine interest.

"I don't know. I'll just know when I meet them."

"Then how can you claim to be a pansexual if you don't like half the men who try and speak with you?"

"Being a pansexual only means I am open to men," he explains. "I still have to find the man I am with attractive."

"Mother fuck," I said again. "Something doesn't seem right about this. Doesn't that simply mean you are a bisexual?"

"I am open to all genders," he explains.

"Okay, yes. I get that part. I am assuming pansexuality, from your point of view, simply adds in the weird genders such as hermaphrodites and shemales... and any thousands of others my brain can't quite twist enough to recall. Nevertheless, it seems to me that the upgrade from bisexuality to pansexually seems like a painfully weak movement. It doesn't even go balls deep. And my main problem with it is that, by the very term alone, it really should have gone balls deep."

I explained to my friend, "From what I understand of pansexuality is that it means that anything goes. If it has a hole, you should desire to put your weenie into it. 'Pan-' comes from a Greek word meaning 'all' or 'entire.' In other words, every fucking thing you can think of. To quote a line from the movie Blue Velvet, 'I'll fuck anything that moves!' Hedonism at its finest."

My friend listened to what I said but countered me with, "It's just my opinion that bisexuality and pansexuality is just an explanation of what gender I am okay with."

"But the word sexuality has nothing to do with gender," I say. "It just means to have something to do with sex."

"To me, sexuality just means gender."

After a snort, I reply, "Okay then. I want you to gender me so hard!"

"No, don't be like that," he says. "I don't mean it like that. To me, sexuality means gender as the noun, not a verb."

"Very well," I say. "Then I want you to have gender with me."

At this point the conversation abruptly ended. I mean it. He simply stopped talking to me. I even tried to revive it by explaining that it was only a friendly debate. But he said nothing more and so it ended. But I still have a bit more to say on the matter.

Bisexuality is all about being open to both males and females, but I am willing to throw in a number of weird genders in there as well. Even so, it's still heavily reliant on you finding the person in question attractive. Bisexuality is all about gender openness, but that is where it stops.

Pansexuality is something else. It does not even belong in the same radio button list as bisexuality. Pansexuality is pure hedonism. It means you are so incredibly open-minded that you are willing to try anything for the sake of getting your rocks off. You simply like fucking things. Pansexuality is everything-sexuality. Humans, animals, all genders, all holes. It's all fair game. And if I see your profile claims you as a pansexual, I might be tempted to put it to the test. Let's see how open you really are!

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The Fourth Wall

Have you ever heard of the term Fourth Wall? It is in reference to a stage play or a sitcom set. You always see three walls, but the fourth is omitted so that the audience has a way to see what is happening. If there actually was a fourth wall, it would be more realistic, but nobody could see what was going on. They would only see the outside of a room or house. The fourth wall is removed so that the story can be told. We simply assume it is there even if it is not.

Sometimes, although not often, a person will leave the set and walk out into the audience. Alternately he can remain on stage and address the audience as if he is aware of their existence. Another thing that may happen is that the character in the play suddenly becomes aware that he is a character in a story. He may not see the audience, but he seems to know that they are there. This surreal phenomenon is often referred to as "breaking the fourth wall." It is often done tongue in cheek and is not to be taken seriously.

But what if it was serious?

Imagine if one day you woke up, went to work, and happened to tell your coworker a joke. A moment after making the joke, you hear laughter. You turn around and, just for a moment, you see a crowd of people sitting in chairs all laughing at you. It goes away and, once again, you see only a wall. Your coworker does not seem to see what you saw. She even asks if you are okay. But you are not okay. You have just broken the fourth wall and the reality of it is now stuck in your mind.

A lot of questions come from this. Who are you? Are you real? Is anything real? Are you only experiencing life from the perspective of someone else' imagination? More questions arise.

Is this reality only a figment of someone's imagination? Is reality a story? If so, who is the author? Do we have any control over the author? If not, is the author a good person? Will he ultimately write us into a bad situation? Will we die because of the author? If so, is the author a murderer? Does it even matter? Does anything in a story really matter?

Right now, you are reading this blog. Was that a line written in a story or are you doing it? I wrote it just a moment ago. "Right now, you are reading this blog." And you were. You were reading it right as that narrative was struck. You came on here looking for a blog and you found one. I'm not sure why you are here right now. Do you? Are you dreaming? Who is the dreamer? Am I the author of your story?

As you continue to read this blog, you may consider the possibility that you may not be entirely in control. You could put it aside and do something else, but you won't. Human curiosity is what it is. You want to know the truth. But how do you find the truth? Does even the author know?

Breaking the fourth wall usually leads to more questions than answers. It breaks our perception of what reality is. It is often tongue in cheek because to take it seriously might lead to madness. Madness is real. If you go too deep into the fabric of reality, you may find it reflecting things back that are too confusing to interpret. Perhaps, in that light, it would be best not to take the Fourth Wall seriously. Joke about it. Laugh when it happens and then slip back into happy ignorance while countless people look at you and await what you'll do next.

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