Evolution – noun (ev-oh-loo-shun)
1. The process by which different kinds of living organisms are thought to have developed and diversified from earlier forms during the history of the earth.
2. The gradual development of something, especially from a simple to a more complex form.
Evilution – noun (ee-vil-oo-shun)
1. The process by which different kinds of sick fuckers are thought to have developed a lack of concern for the pain they inflict.
2. The gradual development of sadism, especially from a simple spanking into more and more elaborate shit until three steamer trunks are required to haul your toys around.
Munch, munch, munch…
Yeah, so we went to our local munch tonight. Good food…. good company.. An aspiring Dominant sat across from us, and we chatted at length, and as the table filled, he found himself surrounded by three aging Masters, all with a soapbox and plenty of time, and advice.. on their hands. That poor fucker! Trapped! Trapped I tell you! At least he took it in stride.
Anyway, at one point the conversation turned to how a new Dom might make the mistake of lessening their level of sadism, because he or she feels its something they can’t do to a lover.. Or not order a blow job, even if its what they want.. The general consensus was that eventually we evolve past that…. or is it devolve?.. Izrina and I spoke of this more during the ride home.. maybe we evilve?.. (pronounced ee-vilv – part of the processes of evilution).
It’s a serious issue, this evilution thing… I mean first, you have a hard time being a sadist and feeling like you are genuinely treating your pet with love.. but then you get over it. The next thing you know, your slave is saying no to Master and you are all like.. I’m sorry.. “no” doesn’t work for me. I believe the answer you are looking for is: “Yes Master, whatever pleases you. Now keep that ass in the air, while I go retrieve the canes and riding crops from the closet.”
Back before Master succumbed to evilution you could be pretty sure of what he was capable of.. now you aren’t so fucking sure… After that sick bastard gets back from the closet, not only will he beat a dead horse, he’s likely to bring down such a beating that even the infamous dead horse might have the courage to run away from it. Your slave walks into the room thinking…Look.. we both know that you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him.. oh fuck!…fuck, fuck, fuck.. Look, Look! Ok! OK!.. I’m drinking.. see me drinking like a good horse??
When did “no” start meaning “yes”? Hard to say.. Evilution is a slow process. The grin gradually gets bigger, the toys more wicked, and one day you just wake covered in marks and it dawns on you.. another victim of evilution!
Izrina read this before publishing and her critique was.. this is a short one for you.. Excuse me… I have to get something from the closet.. be back soon…..