D|s-M Theatre | Primal Spring Seeding

Introduction

This is a show at the D|s-M theatre. This show is not for the vanilla or the weak of heart. Parts may be triggering. Prepare to get hard and wet. The purpose of this show is to shock, delight, and imagine. May this inspire you to do your own primal spring seeding.

The lights dim, velvet curtains part.

Hundreds of black-and-red prayer candles flicker. They cast long, trembling shadows across the stage. Center stage sits an altar; two bowls wait at its center, one filled with dark soil and the other with dark seeds scattered like spilled secrets. A large red male genital candle, representing Priapus, stands rigid and glistening with honey-wine and blood. Gleaming black tourmaline stones are placed to the left (shadow protection) and carnelian stone to the right (sacral fire).

I, Ostara, Goddess of Fertility, as dawn cracked, in torn red silk, steps forward, voice low and intimate, as if whispering directly into your ear.

“Welcome, my delicious, filthy mortals.
We are about to show you a secret, a full rite. Spring has come, winter must fade.

Remember, it’s just small cuts. You can ask for mercy, but you may not get it.
You are the stage. You are the actors. You are the gods themselves.
From the sacred pulse of God and Goddess, we have arrived at the First Day of Spring. Tonight, we walk every step together: the call, the preparation of the seed, the marking, the ravaging, the sealing.
Priapus milks his divine potency from his own swollen cock.
Ishtar opens her stormy cunt, dripping nectar as a living sacrifice.
Sympathetic magic in its purest, darkest form:
His seed was taken by his own hand.
Her body primed as the fertile grave.
Men, your cock is the god’s plough tonight.
Women, your cunt is the god’s altar.

STOP!!!!!
Listen. Perform. Become.”

The heavy velvet curtain drops with a hard thump… and the lights rise….

Supplies – Dark, Sexy, Accessible
(A few additions turn your space into a theater.)

• 3-Black prayer candles (shadow before light)
  
• 3-Red prayer candles (blood-lust)
  
• Black tourmaline- tumbled stone (shadow protection)
  
• Carnelian- tumbled stone (sacral fire)
  
• Red male genital candle (Priapus made literal)
  
• Optional Priapus figurine
  

Household essentials: bell, black/red scarf for binding, black/red blindfold (soft silk or satin for the submissive), bowl of dark soil, bowl for mix of black beans and chili pepper seeds, honey mixed with red wine, and a drop of blood from each participant’s finger, red lipstick for sigils.

BDSM options: Rope, ankle and wrist cuffs, nipple clamps, finger vibe, dildo, cum lube, smooth pussy plug (glass, silicone, or metal—small-to-medium size, flared base for safety; warmed gently if desired).

The lights dim, once again, and the curtain pulls…….

Scene 1 – The Call & Embodiment
The bell tolls 3 times, representing the Trinity, the beginning.

Ostara the Goddess (voice curling like smoke, gesturing with languid grace):
(A dark cloaked figure—the silent attendant—steps forward from the shadows and stands ready behind the altar.)

“Bring her forth.”

The Submissive, led by the cloaked figure, enters the stage. She was draped in a sheer gauze white sheath, clinging to her body like a mist. Leaving nothing to imagination, nipples hard and pink. Just a tease, a veil until the moment of revelation.

The cloaked figure moves behind the submissive, grips the front of the sheath with both hands, and tears it downward in one slow, deliberate rip, fabric parting from neck to hem, exposing not only her choker collar but her completely to the candlelight and the unseen audience. The remnants fall away like shed skin. She stands naked, trembling, offered to the audience for sacrifice.

The cloaked figure then takes her cuffed wrists, binding them forward, and slips the black blindfold over her eyes, tight, sealing her in darkness from this moment forward. She will see nothing. She will only feel. Only hear. Only surrender.

The Dominant enters from the opposite side, already bare, eyes locked on what is soon to be his claim. Just then, everything goes dark, complete darkness. Then, a bright white tube of light pops and forms a spotlight, a circle for which he leads the sacrifice and the beast to stand.

He hands the Dominant a bowl of warmed oil. The beast already knows what he is to do. He must prepare her body for transition. She must become fertile soil; her body must ripen to receive his seed. He pours oil into his hands and oils the sacrifice. He kisses her neck, rubs her shoulders, and she begins to relax and lean back into him. He kisses his way to her breasts and even to the place where her thighs come together. She moves her hips forward, wanting his touch. He denies her. He circles and finally cups her cunt, swiping his fingers through a now glistening slit. She is ready.

It is his turn, the beast slowly moves in front of his sacrifice and paces, growling at the crowd, warning all of his ownership. You may look but never touch! He then stands proud, his cock heavy but not yet fully hard. He repeats the oil ritual on himself. Only when he comes to his cock, does he stop as he looks into the crowd and rubs himself from base to crown, ever sooo slowly, showing that he is virile and proud, ready to become a god.

Ostara appears and circles them slowly, inspecting, judging their readiness.
“Priapus and Ishtar, vessels of the gods… present yourselves.”

The Dominant Beast Speaks, First (Priapus voice, deep, a commanding growl):
“Priapus, Beast of the Eternal Thrust… enter me now!
Fill my body with monstrous potency. Make me the conqueror who plants by force!”

The Submissive Speaks (Ishtar voice, strong in heat and aching surrender):
“Ishtar, Queen of Storm and Wet… enter me now!
Tear my body open with desire. Make me the vessel that births worlds from ruin.”

The Dom takes his sub’s hands and turns her to face him. (eyes locked, hers hidden behind the blindfold. They are hovering over the bowls.
He speaks as a god, raises his voice, “On this side, the edge where darkness of winter meets the light of the spring, the dark will dominate the light into being and becoming.
We represent the gods’ savage union.
As earth splits for seed, so we open our bodies and show you our ecstasy.
By sympathetic magic and ravaging our bodies… fertility devours a winter’s corpse.
So it is shown. So it is done.”

The curtain drops….

Scene 2 – The Preparing of the Divine Seeds

Priapus Preparation of Self
Curtain opens, Ostara, stands … (breathless, commanding, turning her head and speaking to the audience):
“First, to prepare, the Male God. Priapus.
Man, Dominant, Priapus, step to the altar. Stand proud.

The spotlight moves to the altar with the god on his knees, head bowed.
Hearing Ostra’s voice, she instructs, “Roughly, take your cock or grip the red phallic candle (or tool) as proxy, in your hand and start stroking slowly like the ocean tide slapping at the sand. Base to glistening tip. Listen to your heart beat rise as the god’s power swells your sack. It begins to feel heavy, ancient, unstoppable.
Look at his power straining your cock, then begin to edge yourself. You are charging your virility. Use the trinity, 3 strokes to your shaft and hold, over and over to the brink… then stop, no release.
Three denials, drip your pre-cum (or a symbolic drop of cum lube or saliva) onto the soil bowl.
He repeats each time, so the gods can hear:
‘Priapus offers his first seed to the dead earth.
This load will crack the soil of winter open.
On the 3rd and final edge, squeeze hard at the base of your godly cock. Hold it throbbing, your sack is full of God’s seed. Do not release ejaculate. ( Orgasm is ok if you are the practiced god and can orgasm without ejaculating, you are blessed and ahead of the rest. But, if ejaculate is released, you must start over.)
Your cock is charged now, the god’s plough, dripping, ready to ravage and plant.”

Lights go dark, and when they reappear….

Ostara (turning, eyes in the audience, the woman):
“Now the Goddess. Ishtar.

Women, Submissives, kneel wide before the seed bowl.
The beast standing growls, guiding her forward to kneel.
Priapus says, “You will see nothing. You will only hear me. Only feel me. Only surrender to me.”

Ishtar Preparation of Self
Ostara, “Your hands are cuffed, joined, so that you can pleasure your pearl and cunt as the gods would. Touch your most intimate flesh, fingers circling your clit (or use a fingertip vibrator), then push inside your slick channel, plunging fingers. Work your cunt hard, scissor deep to open yourself wide for Priapus to enter with his large cock. Keep stimulating until the storm coils in your womb.

Make sure to offer Ishtar your voice, moan loudly with every plunge; this energizes the spell and shows her how much you love her. Edge three times, no release. Your cunt pulsing each time, making it drip, making it hungry. You are creating the perfect wet earth wanting to be split open, blind, bound, and offered. Pool fluids until you can offer the soil your rain. Take your hands and mix every slick trace on the seed in the bowl.

Goddess, repeat after me:
‘Ishtar opens my fertile grove.
This nectar calls the god’s seed to root.“

Priapus kneels and, now taken over the beast, adds darkness & fire: slapping Ishtar’s thighs, pinching nipples (pulling on nipple clamps), pressing warmed carnelian to her clit. He works with her as she finishes her trinity.

Ostara, loningly watching the couple. (voice rising little by little with hunger):

(To the audience) “See the symmetry? His edged, swollen cock. Her soaked, aching womb. My preparations are complete. The gods are open and primed.
You, inside the theater now, are part of this; your hunger, I can smell it; the gods feed from it. Release it, go ahead, touch yourself, right here, right now, touch your partner, build the atmosphere. You’re here to feed the gods and the rite.”

Scene 3 – Marking & Binding

Ostara:
“Priapus, mark your goddess. He stands and helps his goddess stand, facing the audience.
He takes red lipstick, he draws his huge phallus across her breasts and belly.
Draw Ishtar’s (Venus’) star over her cunt.
Still bound and blind. He draws. When finished, he pushes his goddess face-down, ass-up beside the soil bowl. He tells Ishar, “Let me hear your voice.”
He pours her fluid mixed dark seeds into the cum soaked soil, then begins to wake her flesh: sharp, primal slaps, 3 at a time, the trinity. He scratches and bites into her ass cheeks.
Each impact cracks the winter earth wider.”

Priapus (growling):
“Plant, vessel. Feel the storm’s wake.”

Scene 4 – The Ravaging / Seeding
Ostara (sigh, voice trembling with raw need):
“Now the gods must fuck.”
Priapus mounts Ishtar like a beast claiming ruined ground.
Hair yanked. Neck bitten. Choking grip that blurs vision.
Every third thrust (trinity), he pushes in hard and holds, charging her womb.
Pain feeds the spell, the squeeze of the choker collar, the impact from his hand syncing with every stroke.
She begs. She must scream his ancient name!” Make her cum, do not stop, ride her through it.

Ostara:
“Hold the goddess’ orgasm until her body is uncontrollably shaking like laboring soil…
Then once the trembling is at its height, you will watch her breath, hard & labored like your cock.
Then roar your release, expel your breath into her, your seed is planted in soil. A violent, primal offering.
Visualize: molten darkness pouring into spring’s pink, fleshy throat.
Every drop sympathetic magic.”

Ishtar (voice breaking):
“Lord Priapus… be the plough, open me up!” He pulls her nipple clamps off. She cums…..

Their bodies keep slapping together, riding through the climax.

Scene 5 – The Final Offering & Rebirth

Ostara (voice dropping to a dangerous, velvet purr, stepping forward as the spotlight narrows like a single beam in our BDSM Sex Theatre):
“Quiet now, my breathless audience… lean in closer.
The fucking is over, but the true theatre has only just begun. Only now the rite will be finalized.
Watch, do not look away, as Priapus rises, buried deep inside his goddess, he slowly withdraws.
Look at his thick cock slide free, glistening with their cum.
Watch him gather their mingled fluids, his charged seed, her nectar, honey, and blood as it drips from her swollen, pulsing cunt.

He gathers it deliberately, palm full of release, slick and potent, then turns her body toward the audience, forcing her to face the unseen crowd on her knees, blindfold still tight, wrists bound.
He rubs his seed slowly, possessively over her exposed skin: across her breasts, down her belly, breaking Ishtar’s star. He keeps rubbing her thighs, circling her clit, pressing it into her folds, smearing his claim like anointing oil and war paint while she whimpers and arches under his touch.
Every stroke is deliberate. Every smear is public for you to see.

The theatre holds its breath as he pulls her choker collar, bringing her mouth to his coated fingers, pushing her lips, parting them, the demand,
“Clean me, vessel,” he growls. “Taste what the god has given you. Swallow your offering.”
He uses the trinity once again, slides 3 fingers deep into her mouth, down her throat, letting her tongue work over them, sucking and licking until every trace is gone, her blindfolded face flushed, surrendered, utterly owned.

He turns her again, pushes between her blades, so that her reddened, used holes are revealed. He reaches for the smooth pussy plug. He pulls on her choker collar, showing his dominance.
He teases her entrance with the tip, letting her feel the cool (or gently warmed) weight of it, then presses it slowly, relentlessly inside, inch by inch, until it seats fully, the flared base locking it in place.
“Hold the god’s seed, vessel,” he growls. “Trap what remains deep in your womb. Let your cunt become the sealed earth where fertility roots and grows.”
She clenches around the plug, body shuddering, possessed by the fullness, the denial of release, the sacred imprisonment of the offering inside her.

Ostara turns to Papirus and says, now before the god leaves your body, take your pleasure from her flesh. This is your reward. The god starts pumping his shaft, and he inserts his cock into her oiled puckered ass. He pushes in, and the fullness of the plug in her cunt makes it so tight, he will work her hole using the trinity, 3 pumps push hard, until he fills her ass. The goddess opens up to him her last offer of pleasure before she leaves this body.

She is now full of his seed, dripping, finalizing their pleasure, the rite.

Ostara tolls the bell 3 times, DING…. DING…. DING…

“I release the gods and bring forward the Dom and his sub.”

The cloaked figure appears wearing a blood-red cape and ties it around the dominant’s neck. Leaves a water-filled glass on the altar.

The Dom releases the subs’ cuffs slowly, one limb at a time, rubbing them. He leaves the collar and blindfold in place. He pulls her back against his chest. He wraps the red cloak around them both like a shroud, and forces her to drink water from his own mouth in a slow, possessive kiss.

Watch the subspace drop rise like a tide.
He moves his hands, checking every bruise, every welt, every trembling breath, then growls the final affirmation directly into her ear so the whole theatre can hear:
‘You survived the storm. You are fertile. You are reborn. You are mine.’

The Dom then carries the sub in his arms, wrapped in the cloak, off the stage.

Ostara (soft, dangerous, stepping back into shadow):
“The balance is claimed. The spring has come forth to grow the seed.

Telling the black cloaked figure,
Extinguish the black candles first, let the shadow yield to the sun.
Then the red, let lust burn eternal.

The show is over, the curtain falls. You hear only the Goddess Ostara’s voice: ” A message to all who attended, your garden, it wakes hard and drenched, throbbing, and alive. Use your garden, keep them fertile, from Goddess Fertility Day and all the days of Spring, my beautiful, filthy gods and goddesses go fuck the world awake.”

— Ostara

Perform it unbroken, exactly as written. The blindfold stays on from Scene 2 through the end, heightening the ritual feel, sensory deprivation, total surrender, the illusion of being taken and claimed against her will (consensual, non-consent edge, wink wink). The public turning, seed-rubbing display, finger-cleaning humiliation, and plug-sealing keep it intensely hot and possessive. Negotiate every edge fiercely. Safe words are sacred. Use body-safe lube on the plug, ensure a flared base, and remove gently in aftercare. Enjoy the show. 🌑🍆🔒💦