There is something about a Dungeon that just makes my belly purr. My breasts tingle and warmth pools in my thighs. I do believe it is simply the safety of Freedom.

True Freedom.

Here in the Dungeon, I can be anything, become anyone, and every single one of us in this Dungeon — in all Dungeons — know. What happens inside the Dungeon, stays inside the Dungeon.

Here, each one of us can become anything. Do anything. Be anyone.

Here we step into the deepest part of the Self and we safely — Wisely — open the Door of the 4th Level of The Subconscious Mind — For me, I walked to that Double Oak Door with my Boots, my Corset, and my lace panties and I thrust open the Door.

I turn to you. A sly smile upturned at the corner of my mouth and I walk in like I own the Place. Because I do.

Welcome to The Devil’s Dungeon. I am Satan’s Wife.

I have thought often of returning to the life of BDSM, but — in actuality — it never really leaves us. It doesn’t. It is with us always.

Being inside the Dungeon does not at all mean you cannot have Rules. Not at all. Not even a little bit. Quite the Opposite.

The Dungeon means you know those Rules and you learn exactly where those Rules are and you Enforce them. And a proper Dungeon Play Partner will honor and respect those Rules at all times. A well-trained Dungeon Play Partner will leave the Yellow Buffer Zone between Your Boundaries and their Actions.

RESPECT.

That is the First Rule of the Dungeon.

I was feeling this Power within me return. It had been so long since I’ve been here.

I loved the Energy. That is Power. True Power is just your Potential.

I snapped my fingers and black — black, Asha? — White. White scales climbed up my neck and down my right shoulder and arm. I stretched and my white Dragon Wings burst from my back. I snapped my neck, pushing my hair down my back and Descended into The Devil’s Dungeon.

And I wanted my tail, which slithered down to the ground at my will.

The Dungeon is about your Deepest, Darkest Secrets. It’s about pushing the Boundaries of who you are and finding out just who you are. It asks the Question, “Where does my Humanity End?”

And I can point to this line right here and say, “Here. At the line of Knowing and Consent. At the line of Free Will and Causing no harm to others. This is where my Humanity Ends. My Humanity Ends at the point of Knowledgeable, Mature, Conscious and Sober Consent. You can’t Properly give me Consent with a Healthy and Sound, Mature Mind within a certain range of Ethical Standards after you’ve passed through my Stages of Intimacy then the answer is, “Hell No.”

That is where My Humanity Ends.

So where is yours? Do you know? Have you ever dared venture into this world to even find out?

No worries. This is The Shadow Self.

This is exactly what we cover here.

Now — To put you at ease if you are a Beginner — This Book is rated 25+ For Adults only. I am not a Sadist. Okay… Maybe I am just a little. But I do not do Violence. Not even a little bit. Not anymore.

I do Psychological Evaluations on all my people who enter The Devil’s Dungeon and you are no exception.

(1) Are you Mentally Ill? If you are not, then you should not be here. That is for my other book series — Zen BDSM —  coming later.

(2) Are you here to escape your Truth? If you are then you are not for me. I am no one’s Delusion.

(3) Are you here because you’re starved for a taste and you’re trying to get close? Leave. I don’t placate The Malnourished. I am no one’s “Fix.” Leave. You are too Mentally Ill to be here.

If you are here to Learn, then welcome. If you are here to dabble and taste because you’re curious? Fantastic. Welcome.

 What Is BDSM?

Bondage + Domination +[Submission/Sadism] + Masochism

“Kink” is not the same as BDSM and many people in the BDSM Community distinguishes the Difference.

Wow, this is taking me back. It’s been a while since I’ve written about this world.

In BDSM, there is always a Spectrum of Submission called “the submissive” or “The sub” and is usually Lower Case to show Submission — “So submissive you’re lower case” — Domination called the Dom (Male) or Domme (Female).

Dom/Domme’s are Trained and Taught and usually began as subs.

A Master or Mistress is someone who was born this way and it is always there. You can train a Dom/me. You can’t train a Mistress.

A Proper Dom/me is one who Nourishes their Sub into a Dom/me.

If a Sub doesn’t grow, then you’re not Domming them right.

BDSM is really about exploring the lines between Animal and Man… and we do with Furries. It explores where our Carnal Mind ends and our Humanity begins.

BDSM And The 12 Ethics

True BDSM is Ethical. No Exceptions. Abusers and The Unethicals use BDSM as an excuse to abuse Victims and then they “justify” their Abuse by saying “It’s BDSM.” NO! NO, IT IS NOT! True BDSM NEVER violates ANYONE… Without their Full Consent.

TRUE DOM/ES AND MISTRESSES ALWAYS CLEARLY ARTICULATE THE BOUNDARIES BEFORE THEY GO INTO A SESSION AND THEY NEVER NEVER NEVER VIOLATE THOSE BOUNDARIES!

When you “Push the Boundaries,” you are not pushing the Ethical Boundaries. You are Pushing the Fear Boundary and challenging yourself in Courage, Trust, and Submission.

The 12 Ethics draw a VERY CLEAR BLACK AND WHITE LINE OF WHAT IS ETHICAL AND WHAT IS NOT that now permits and safely allows the Descent into the Shadow Self that Non-BDSM individuals previously could not explore.

And this Book — All of my work in BDSM stands strong by that line and makes it very clear how to do BDSM with Respect, Safety, and with Proper Education.

DON’T BE DUMB

I HATE 50 Shades of Grey. All BDSM Life stylists do. 50 Shades was written by an Outsider. And every Outsider thought they would try The Mimic’s Interpretation.

In the last 5 years, I saw more Abuse and Unethical garbage being passed as “BDSM” when it was just downright Abuse. I comforted a woman following a beating and a rape. I listened to horror-stories of Man-Rape with strap-ons that left the Man unconscious from the pain.

I have heard horror stories of ruptured testicles that have killed Men. Urethra infections from Sounding. And have seen scars from Burn Victims due to incompetent Dom/mes.

Note : NONE of these examples are BDSM and NONE of these examples have anything to do with BDSM.

The Common Denominator?

No Education.

Uneducated people — Exoterics of BDSM and The Lifestyle — not taking responsible action toward their own Education before they practice BDSM.

In 1995, I stupidly consented to my Boyfriend playing the Dom. I found out too late that he was a Woman-Hater when I was chained to a bed and sexually tortured for 6 months and locked in a room. “Consent or I’ll have you killed.”

Stupid. I learned. The hard way.

Where Did BDSM Start?

It’s always been a part of us. And is seen through all of Human Existence. BUT…

BDSM official began in the 1960’s with the novels [Anna couldn’t remember and she didn’t feel like looking them up when she wrote this, but will later].

The man who wrote the books accidentally started BDSM and he hated it. He does not comment and officially disowned his own novels.

Comic Con has invited him to speak numerous times and he just… We must respect him.

But what he did was unlock a part of Human Psychology that no one had been really Conscious of. Not out of the Closet anyway.

SSC and RACK

Safe Sane Consent and Risk Aware Consensual Kink are the two Creeds of BDSM.

In the 1960’s, the Community composed “Safe. Sane. Consent.” Later, they realized “Risk Aware” was also required. I follow both Creeds and add The 12 Ethics on there also for Ethical Debauchery.

Don’t Be Stupid. Don’t Do It.

Cock and Ball Torture (CBT). A ruptured testicle can kill a man in seconds. And you can go to prison for manslaughter. Is that worth a kink?

Sounding. A trained Doctor or Nurse can scratch your Urethra with a Catheter and cause an infection that can spread to your Bladder and kill you. What makes you think you can do better than a trained Medical Professional? Don’t do it.

Self-Mutilation. This is Mental Illness. Not BDSM.

Blood Play. High Infection risk. Not worth it. Also, if Blood touches your tools, you can’t use them on anyone else. Sweat in Leather Floggers is also something else to consider. Once blood touches your Flogger, Game Over.

My God, I missed being Flogged.

Never share Fluid-Bonded Toys or Supplies.

Knife Play

I had a Detective Police office — NYPD — who I trusted enough to do Knife Play with me. He put a blade to my throat. And even then, I felt the Fear and Adrenaline. I learned a lot.