More than a decade has flown by . . .

I'd forgotten this blog still existed until a note from Blogger reminded me with a notice that it would soon be deleted as long inactive. I couldn't let that happen. The memories here are too precious. Perhaps there have been no tales of the Monastery for some years, There were, alas, a great many stories that never made their way here and are now lost in the ether. choisi and I are much older than we were when these tales were created, and life has interfered with our relationship in too many ways. But the deep affection and regard we've long had for each other remains. Whoever you are who's stumbled upon this blog in these late days, be assured that we remain precious to each other, and I see no sign of that ever changing.

A special hue

One of the pitfalls of a project like this is that it is so easy to get lost in the loving talk and the gushing. Heaven knows there is plenty of gushing I can do about choisi` and I could never get tired of seeing her gush about me. I adore her and this site is, after all, in large part a way for us to make love to each other across the miles. And yet I know that after so much of it, readers must be thinking, "Can those two even tell when they need to stop at a traffic light while wearing such intensely rose-colored glasses?"

Our lives are hardly rose-colored at the moment. When choisi` wrote, "...Master gave me the greatest gift of all last night... His total trust and a clear window into His world...." she was referring in large part to things I had been unable to share with her until recently for reasons beyond my control — or at least not without betraying other obligations. At the risk of this sounding far more dramatic than it actually is, some of those things are tinged with the darkness that falls into every life.

Yet, the fact that I have at long last been able to let her in on all parts of my life — something I have looked forward to for some time — brightens those dark spots considerably. I cannot express the joy and relief of being able to talk openly with her about everything. Sharing with her makes the good better and makes what is painful easier to bear.

There is a good deal of difficulty in both of our lives right now. We each have days full of stress, with pressures well beyond the norm. I hate that choisi` has to go through what she's dealing with and I feel her concern about me and my own trials.

Together, though, our challenges become easier to face. I know that no matter how bad things get some days, I will have choisi` as my refuge. I will spend whatever minutes or hours we have basking in her love, letting my spirit heal until I'm able to go face the dragons once more. And it is my great privilege to provide the same for her.

So if you wonder if, in all these posts of dreams and adoration, we are lost in unrealistic fantasy, I promise you that we are not. But that is what this place is for. It's for the best of what we have to offer. It's for us to pour out our mutual love and support. It is a shelter, a safe house.

Enjoy it with us. And while you're here, there are rose-colored glasses enough to go around. Help yourself. The view is just lovely from up here.

Two more dreams

While choisi` was dreaming the birth of the Monastery, I was dreaming the romantic parallel. That I had such a dream at all is remarkable. I don’t believe I’d ever dreamed of an online sexual partner after the first session, no matter how passionate. I’d certainly never had a dream that referenced the online play directly. But I did that night.

For the past several weeks, choisi` had been trying to arrange a live get-together for #Masturbation regulars – something many of us thought a wonderful idea. Unfortunately, it proved impractical. But as choisi` was having her dream, I was dreaming that a taxi was pulling up to a lone house at the top of a secluded hill – the site of that gathering. Inside, I was greeted by a woman in a bathrobe who told me that everyone was out back by the pond, as I knew they would be. She told me that the rules were that we undress before going out there, and I should hurry because choisi` was on pins and needles waiting for me.

I tossed my clothes aside, stepped out the back door and started down the hill towards the pond below and the large rocks scattered around it. Before I was halfway down, choisi` spotted me and dashed into my arms. After an enthusiatic kiss, she declared that the one thing I absolutely had to do while I was there is make love to her exactly as I did in our first online session.

Already hard, I lay her back on a large flat stone and did exactly what I had described, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, stroke for stroke. She laughed with pleasure before getting lost in the moans and groans of deeper ecstasy. The others came over to watch as we spent a half hour totally caught up in the joy of each other.

Both our dreams reached a climax with the same image: My taking her as my own on a stone slab in front of witnesses. It was as if we’d shared that image as we slept, with choisi` giving it a BDSM context and I giving it a romantically kinky one.

But if that sharing made me suspect a deep connection between us, it was another dream several nights later that convinced me beyond doubt. And while this third dream was in many ways the most powerful of the three that helped launch us on our journey together, It is the only one of the three for which I do not remember details, except for two.

I do have a vague recollection that, unlike the other two dreams, this one was not overtly erotic. In it, choisi` and I were clearly lovers, but there was no sexual content. I have a clear recollection, though, of how she looked..

I had seen photos of choisi`. They were like the one you see here. And that is how I had seen her in my mind as I thought of her, how I had seen her in that first dream. But this time, her dream image was more vivid, more lifelike, And different.

The next night, upon finding her online, I described the dream and told her how clearly I saw her. But, I said, in this dream her hair was redder. And she had freckles. That is when she sent me snapshots of herself with some friends. No arranged lighting, make-up, no glamour, just choisi` going about her daily life.

He hair was redder.

She had freckles!

She was beautiful beyond my expectations, but exactly as I dreamed.

I literally had to catch my breath. I gasped, and I grinned. She could have sent me a picture on herself stark naked, glistening with sweat, fucking herself as she moaned my name, and that could not have excited me as much as those pictures of her demurely dressed, looking like...... Her! The exact Her I had seen as I slept the night before.

I knew beyond all doubt that our connection could never be passed off as a mere cybercrush This was no little online infatuation. We were paired in a way that no other relationships in our lives could replace or threaten.

What is this Monastery?

The Monastery of Dark Pleasures is a place quite literally built on a dream. It is a realm where sensuality, spirituality and sexuality meld into one. It is a sprawling building of stone and iron, built atop a cliff overlooking an ocean. It is an imaginary land that quickly became the fantasy home of choisi` and I. And it is now a home we open to you.

Here, a sex slave, though utterly owned, is also a cherished living symbol of something greater than any one person. Here, pleasure is for sharing, whether it comes through comfort or pain.

The Monastery of Dark Pleasures is a place that we continue to explore, and which continues to surprise us. But most of all, it is a metaphor for all choisi` and I gained in discovering each other.

In this blog, we'll share our discoveries, our journey, our insights, our affection, our thoughts, our fantasies, our realities, our conversations, our sexuality, our desires. And we'll share tales of our Monastery home. Whether you are here to know us better, to take voreuristic pleasure in our displays of our inner selves, or just to get aroused by blatant sexuality of our stories, you are welcome.

So let's begin with how the Monastery was born. Or, perhaps, discovered.

It began with an IRC channel called #masturbation. I had been a semi-regular there for quite some time. And odd as it may seem, I wasn't always there for the hot chat. I had come to know and like many of the other regulars. Frequently, I was there just to enjoy their company.

Regulars drift. Some come, some go. Some visit for a while and disappear, some stay. She stayed. Her name was laclaire` then, and it was probably more than a year before we communicated on anything beyond the most superficial level. But I sure noticed her. She lit up the channel when she appeared. Conversation got livelier in every way. She brought exciting things out in people. She was smart, sexy, funny.

For the longest time, we exchanged only in-channel small talk. We'd Hello and Good Night at each other and type appreciative LOLs. But even those were telling. I am fond of lobbing an obscure joke or reference into the conversation, things I wouldn't expect one person in a couple hundred to pick up on. But she'd get it, and respond with something to make me grin.

I was not alone in noticing her. She had her flock of admirers each night. Some showered her with attention merely because she had a slit between her thighs. Others were clearly smitten well beyond mere horniness. I would watch with amusement, appreciating how she gloried in her sex, but not having her as a fantasy of my own. Not, at least, yet. Still, it was clear to me that here was a very special lady, and I realized I'd like to know her better.

It happened on a slowish night in the channel. Several of the regulars were there with plenty of joking around, but nothing particularly arousing was happening. She wanted to liven things up. Why she called on me to play I still don't know. I believe it was mere whim, because neither of us anticipated what was to follow.

laclaire`> BiM47IL, come fuck me!

It was clearly meant to be sexy giggles. Playful in-channel fun-and-games. And if it had been anybody else I would have made a joke and side-stepped the invitation, because I was in a just-enjoy-the-company mood that night. But I did want to know her better. So...

I can tell you that it began with my describing kissing her inside her legs, right by the knees, and ever so slowly working my way up. Suddenly I was lost in it. So, I could tell, was she. It was no longer sexy giggles. It was sheer absolute passion. The kind you want to drown in forever. Nothing else mattered for the longest time as we were oblivious to everything else in the channel and everything in the rooms surrounding us. The keyboards and monitors became our bodies. Our spirits fucked as our physical forms reached out with our words. We ended sweaty, exhausted, exhilerated.

That night we both dreamed of the other. Oddly enough, our dreams mirrored each other in tantilizing ways. Later, we'd realized they showed the two sides of what we should be. My dream was on the sunlit, cheerful, gentle, open side of the mirror. Hers was the dream of stone and iron, bathed in torchlight.

The next night we rushed online to tell each other our dreams. I still recall, and still love, mine. Perhaps I'll tell it another time. It was hers, though, that electrified me. It was about a place I knew as soon as she described it. I was certain that her dream was just the beginning of many tales. And so it proved to be.

Now I'll let you discover this place, as I did, in choisi`s words, as our journey began.

choisi`, how the wonderful creature who all the men desired came to be mine is a miracle I am still trying to understand. I adore you. Thank you for wishing to be mine.