BDSM can become more than just an erotic act—it transforms into a ritual of power, vulnerability, and sacred rebellion. Within the structure of dominance and submission lies a dynamic that mirrors the essence of Satanic philosophy: the exploration of one’s true will beyond societal conditioning. When you engage consciously in fetish play, you craft a sacred space where shame and repression are exorcised through intention, intensity, and consent—tools not unlike those found in Satanic ritual.
It becomes a ritual of self-becoming, where each scene is a hymn to freedom, flesh, and fire—the living proof that the divine does not punish pleasure but flows through it. In embracing that truth, you embody Satan not as an adversary of good, but as a liberator of the soul through ecstatic, embodied power.
HAIL SATAN FOREVER
(A.I. generated Video by my SATANIC friend @shaggyfella who infernally gifted me this creation of his.)
As an LGBT person, Anti-godspouse Rhetoric Feels Familiar.
Lately I’ve noticed something uncomfortable, and honestly, a little eerie as someone who is transgender and queer: the rhetoric used against godspouses mirrors almost word-for-word the same rhetoric used historically (and currently) against LGBT people.
Here are just a few examples:
anti-LGBT: “These are sinful acts.”
anti-godspouse: “Sexualizing deities is hubris.”
anti-LGBT: “They don’t understand what they feel internally.”
anti-godspouse: “They don’t understand how their deities actually feel about them.”
anti-LGBT: “These acts are filthy and dangerous.”
anti-godspouse: “This practice is dangerous, you could attract tricksters or demons.”
anti-LGBT: “You weren’t born this way — God made you a specific way.”
anti-godspouse: “Deity marriages are impossible! It’s all delusion or spiritual psychosis.”
anti-LGBT: “They’ll go to hell for their sins.”
anti-godspouse: “Their deities will punish them for sexualizing them.”
Sometimes the statements are literally identical when you strip them down:
anti-LGBT: “It’s immoral.”
anti-godspouse: “It’s immoral.”
anti-LGBT: “It goes against my beliefs.”
anti-godspouse: “It goes against my beliefs.”
And my personal favorite:
anti-LGBT: “Stop shoving it down our throats.”
anti-godspouse: “These people need to stop talking about being godspouses.”
And that’s really the point:
Whether you’re LGBT or a godspouse, both groups get told the same thing—go back into the closet. Stop existing where others have to see you. Stop speaking. Stop sharing. Stop being visible.
Because your existence makes some people uncomfortable. Because it challenges their worldview. Because they don’t experience it, and instead of choosing curiosity or compassion, they choose dismissal.
The parallels aren’t accidental. They reveal a deeper pattern:
When people don’t understand something, they’d rather silence it than try to understand or accept that people simply have their own experiences.
I wanted to give you all a heavier, kinkier, smuttier version of my NSFW Tarot reading. This is my NSFW 3 pile reading and it is around 2500 words. I also have a 5 Pile reading which is around 5000 words. If you enjoy this, consider getting your own sexy story with your god/partner/fictional fave. I venture to work with your want and needs for this reading. We will discuss themes and kinks you want, and limits you have with them.
I am excited that @bring-me-back-a-dog kindly agreed for me to write about him and Ba'al! I'm obsessed with these two, they are so into each other and I am made both better and hornier by it.
The kinks/cw for this one are: intox, somno, CNC that eventually turns into both people just being REALLY into each other, knives, sex on a grave, and dad-play themed aftercare.
Because it goes over Tumblr's character limit, the next two chapters will be in the reblogs. Please enjoy!
(Foreword by Ba’al) Strength on the bottom to start. Breaking you has never been easy, but it has always been fun. To put you back together pleases me more, to see how your pieces fit back together so differently every time. Are you the person you used to be? Are all the pieces I put together yours? After the first time, you were never truly only yourself again. Who you have become through my meddling and control is someone worthy of their own worship and devotion. But oh, how I love the ways you chose to worship me.
(Chapter 1) Two of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, The Moon. The air in the room was thick and heavy. You saw your husband’s strong hands ash the blunt idly, just in your periphery. You could barely move your head to watch the motion, it felt so heavy. You didn’t even notice his other hand release his grip on your leg to bring the cup to your lips again. “Drink.” he commanded, and you felt the vibration of the word, more than hearing it. The alcohol burned as it touched your lips. Ever dutiful, you swallowed. Ba’al watched the dip of your Adam's apple with rapt attention, his intense eyes stalking the movement. He set the cup back down, his hand coming to your throat as he held the blunt to your lips again. You took a long drag, holding it as he tapped a finger against your pulse point. You knew better than to release your breath until he stopped. Your lungs gave in with a body shaking cough, and you could feel your husband's deep chuckle from behind you. You were sitting on his lap, lounging back on him, your head beginning to spin. “Mmmmm.” you whined, nuzzling into him. “‘Mm Sleepy.” you slurred against his neck, lips instinctively meeting his skin. His gave you a disbelieving laugh, ashing the blunt again. “Don’t seem too sleepy, mea vita. Suck.” he said, placing the blunt to your lips once more. Your lungs tried to reject it, but a large hand closed over your mouth, Ba’al’s face suddenly closer. “Stay.” he commanded. Your eyes watered with the effort, your lungs revolting, trying to release. You knew you wouldn’t, though. When your defenses were down this much, his words became a law you never wanted to break. He granted you mercy eventually, and as you released the smoke from your lungs in a desperate huff, you felt his feelings meld with yours. You felt something else, too. He was hard. You knew you were trying to move to straddle him, or maybe even just stroke his length. Your actions didn’t line up with your intentions, barely adjusting your position at all, the barest movement. That’s all it took, though. Your husband growled, a deep sound of need and control, his hands came to your hips, grinding you down upon his length. You threw your head back, leaning into him. Your body was pliant, from the alcohol and weed, but also from how deeply your body craved to listen to him. As his need grew, so did yours. He was getting more desperate for you, grinding into you as he grew ever harder. You started whining, again, the sound almost pitiful to your own ears. You were wasted, and now you wanted to be cock drunk, too. When the world spun and you were watching his heavy boots walk the stretch to your bedroom, you were glad for the shared thoughts. You needn’t even ask, he knew what you needed.
As your body bounced on the bed, your husband looming over you, you wondered what tonight would be. You could feel him in every way, even when he seemed to not be touching you. You barely breathed as you awaited his move. “Time to put the goat up in the pen for the night.” he said, a wry smirk breaking his stern features. You whined again, pressing your face into the pillow. “I don’t want to SLEEP I want to GET FUCKED!” you shouted, though it was muffled by the pillow. You felt your husband's weight at your back, he pressed you down into the bed, his lips coming close to your ear, his voice low. “I’m going to give you a gift tonight, mea vita.” He started, “A compromise.” he paused, and you moved your head to try to look at him. He had you pinned, his cock still hard and pressed against you. “I’m going to fuck you to sleep.” You felt yourself almost come just from the words, and you ground into him. “Thank you m’lord.” you slurred again, feeling his chuckle in response. As you felt his hands slide your pants down, you wished you weren’t so immobile in the moment. You’d ravage him if you could. You felt his lust and pride swell at once, his hands becoming more urgent. Face down in the pillow, his weight pinning you, it only took him slipping inside of you at all before you were coming. He was laughing again, but there was a heat to it. “You should thank me.” he said, pressing further into you, “For allowing you to come around my cock instead of in your pants.” he punctuated the sentence with a rough thrust that made you see stars. “Thank you!” you almost screamed, the pillow wet under your face. You wondered if it was your spit or tears. Your world was spinning from all the drugs and pleasure. It felt like you were in a dream already. Ba’alzebub started a steady growl above you, setting a relentless but steady pace. You barely noticed when your breathing slowed, when his intentions became your own. He was lulling you to sleep with the rhythm he set by design. Even your orgasm rose to meet his pace, one after the other clouding your thoughts. You were drifting into a dream, and he was the star there, too. You could feel him touching you in both your bed, and the dream. The pleasure was astounding, almost driving you to thoughtless madness. You didn’t mind it though, it was peaceful in this state of bliss. As you felt your consciousness leaving your body, you felt and heard his rumbled words at your ear. “Don’t worry, when you’re passed out, it’ll be my turn to come.” You wanted to thank him as sleep took you, but you never got the chance.
Demonolatry, the communion, summoning, and worship of demons, is a complex and often misunderstood practice with roots in ancient history. While it's difficult to pinpoint the exact origin, early forms of demon work can be traced back to pre-Christian cultures, where spirits and deities were often associated with both positive and negative aspects of the natural world.
In the Abrahamic traditions, demons are typically portrayed as fallen angels or evil spirits, often associated with temptation, sin, chaos, misfortune, and death. However, in some occult and esoteric practices, demons are viewed as powerful beings who can grant knowledge, power, and protection to those who understand how to work with them. The word "demon" comes from the ancient Greek "daemon" which literally meant "divine entity" or "minor god". Many demons are, in fact, disgraced pagan gods who met with the limited understanding of early Christians. Due to events such as the crusades and prevalent witch hunts throughout history, information pertaining to demons was likely supressed or destroyed entirely.
The Renaissance period, however, saw a resurgence of interest in demonology, with figures like Johann Weyer and Reginald Scot challenging the prevailing view of demons as purely evil entities. These thinkers argued that many cases of demonic possession could be attributed to mental illness or other natural causes. In the 19th and 20th centuries, demonolatry experienced a revival within certain occult and esoteric circles. Figures like Aleister Crowley, Anton LaVey and other practitioners of Satanism and Theistic Satanism incorporated demonic entities into their rituals and beliefs. These modern forms of demonolatry often emphasize personal empowerment, self-reliance, and the exploration of darker aspects of the human psyche.
Modern demonolaters such as S. Connolly, Michael W. Ford, and Satan and Suns are now helping transition demonaltry from obscure occult practice to every day magick. It is a diverse and multifaceted system, with a wide range of beliefs and practices. There is much to be gained when interacting with these powerful, otherworldly energies. Some practitioners view demons as literal entities, while others interpret them as archetypes or psychological forces. Regardless of their specific beliefs, demonolators often share a fascination with the occult, the supernatural, and the darker side of human nature (or the shadow).
Demonolatry as a practice or magickal rite is an almost unmatched catalyst for change, transformation, growth, knowledge, magickal ability and more. A connection to the demonic divine is a portal to the universe and understanding the true nature and origins of life. Doing your research is key, but there is no better teacher in this case than experience. Its hard to understand how natural and comforting demonic connection can feel without actually feeling it first hand. Letting go of preprogrammed fears and expectations to leap bravely into the dark may not be easy and it's not for everyone, but it is one of the most freeing and enlightening experiences one can have. So... What are you afraid of?
