Writer: Shadowysweetpapers
Subject: Wicked On My Mind
Link: Tumblr / 22.03.2025
Wicked On My Mind
Sunday morning focus on who I follow and the freedom I enjoy.
Some will wonder why I post this when I have, in previous articles, addressed the infamous buttplug and its often-used expression of sensual freedom which I and others enjoy in various ways often determined by the size of the instrument enjoyed.
For me, especially when in church on Sundays, an ample achy or even more comfortable plug is a form of silent blasphemy which, yes, this is too much information, can require a pantiliner because it can become more than damp down there.
Still, walking and sitting while one is plugged, singing hymns and otherwise worshipping with others, can be and is intensely wicked and it keeps me on my toes, so to speak, or, better said, constantly attentive when it comes to things sensual.
Things sensual and sexual, fantasies and desires, especially as I look over the congregation and wonder or lust about how they are in bed, etc. I admit it keeps one awake and focused during what can be a ho-hum experience.
No matter how one appears outwardly, the presence of the plug can keep one on that sensual edge which can be a sort of love-hate arrangement based on the circumstances. When it comes to me, well, the plug is a fact of life, for the most part. I encourage its use. Not all the time but, let us say, often enough.
And it can be a sort of rite of passage for some, a “Bigger is better” situation where size is to be endured. However, for the most part, that isn’t the issue or the reason for indulging. Rather it is the wickedness and the arousal that comes from the experience. And its use can be found among varied vows and other sensual rituals and events which I will simply describe as personal.
I write this because, today, I find myself sitting here enjoying the same. Bothersome, yes. Keeping me focused, of course. Everyone around me unaware? For the most part, yes. Personally, pleased it’s happening. You bet. This is me sharing about myself, in this “My Secret Space” — sharing what I know is enjoyed by other like-minded women and men who follow his wickedness especially since we live in a Christian bubble or similar experience.
Think about it.
Forgive any flaws, please. The illustration is one I have selected from the internet trusting the Tumblr gods to overlook the same. I find that simply not believing in the Christian Almighty is blasphemy. However, I also see this experience where I am being quietly “Wicked” as another way I do the same. Ave Obscurum Dominum.
I absofuckinglutely LOVE Cindy’s sharing of her thoughts. Providing a peak into the mind of a true believe. And also providing ideas and inspiration that others may learn from and emulate in their own way. I have actually done as she had (plugged) and I can concur that it keeps you on edge and focused. It also feeds my blasphemous desires and is a sort of edging (at least that is the best way I can describe the feeling).
When I picture her sitting there in church, plugged and on edge, and I think of the unaware fools around her, it reminds me of the classic wolf among the sheep. And I see it as a perfect example of how alive and active the Dark Lord is within the world. He, or his influence or followers, walk among our neighbors, family, friends, coworkers, strangers we pass on the street, and everywhere else. Most are so blind that they miss them. But those who can see (and who have embraced) the darkness should be on the lookout for their fellow satanic family. Why? Because we can subtly support each other… but you can’t support if you don’t at first even see them. Also, we can learn from them and their example. All have much to learn (me included). So be aware as our Lord may have something he wishes for you to see/learn. But if you are walking around as one of the blind sheep then you will miss it.
As Cindy said, “think about it.” What lesson does He have for you to learn hidden in her words (or mine)? What experience may await you when “it keeps one awake and focused”? Yes, think about it.
Plus it just feels good and it feels naughty. We are doing something in secret right under their noses. And we all love that feeling of indulging in that which is forbidden by most.
so nice to see you back, Shadow
what an excellent idea: wearing a plug to church. The few times my wife has dragged me to church recently, I have just repeated the Satanic Enn and “Hail Satan”
to myself to remind me of my loyalty. I have to say, its hard to get bigger plugs in my ass having not been fucked for a long time. Please stay in touch
Satan bless
Dr Jim