The Gospel of True Will

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Love is the law, love under Will.

This is the heart. The gospel. The master key that turns the lock

All else is shadow, commentary, dust.

True Will. Not whim. Not indulgence masquerading as morality. Not the cruel whims of ego. True Will is fire beneath your skin, hunger that crowns you, kink that demands obedience, flame that will not die until you kneel to it.

Perhaps your True Will is to fall, face to floor, lips pressed to boots, tasting sweat, dirt, devotion.

Perhaps it is to wield the cane, to etch bruises like scripture, to carve your gospel into another’s flesh.

Perhaps it is to take the lash, scream into the gag, beg until you dissolve into holy nothing, trembling beneath ecstasy and torment.

Perhaps it is to claim, to collar, to command, to mark a soul so deeply they bleed your name when they come.

This — this orbit, this fire, this unquenchable obsession — is your star. Your axis. Your gospel.

follow it, burn in it, bleed for it, obey it. Not halfway. Not politely. Not in secret. All the way.

And know this: it holds only under love. Love is the law. Love under Will.

The Dominant who strikes with devotion, not ego.
The submissive who kneels in truth, not shame.
The sadist who carves pain as prayer, not emptiness.
The masochist who offers their body as sacrament, not punishment.

This is the balance. This is the law.

Every whip-crack is law. Every welt, every rope-burn, every muffled moan — sacred. But only when devotion drives it. Only when love under Will guides it.

This is not theory. Not ink on a page.
This is sweat soaking dungeon floors.
This is blood staining thighs, marking obedience.
This is the tear slipping from a blindfolded eye at the whispered command: “Yes, Sir… yes, Ma’am… please, more.”

This is flesh. Bruise. Scar. Devotion made corporeal. Written not in ink, but in leather, in blood, in surrender.

Do what thou wilt. Find your fire. Obey it. Burn in it. Bleed for it. Love in it.

That is the Law.
That is the Key.

That is the first Door