Scene Etiquette - or - Don’t Be A Creeper!
This is all about how to be respectful and appreciative when viewing a scene at a club or event. And it is intended for the collective “you” – those of you in the community who are ignorant of the dynamics of a scene, inappropriate with your viewing behaviors, or just plain creepers!
You may recognize yourselves. Maybe you wandered over to the kink scene from Craig’s list – after the removal of the Personals section. Maybe you consider a night at my local club cheaper than a trip to a strip joint. Maybe you are just too new to all of this to understand the nuance of scene appreciation. Or – one last time – maybe you are just a fucking creeper!
This note was triggered by my last visit to my local club. My girl and I were meeting up with friends – a wonderful couple – to enjoy a scene together in the dungeon. We made plans to arrive early so as to get our favorite apparatus and create a hot scene for the girls.
This night was going to be a special treat. My Dominant friend and I both appreciate creative torment and sensuality in our scenes. Our girls (I may be biased) were smoking hot, and presented themselves to us in beautiful kink wear – which would not last long on their bodies. We blindfolded them and strung them up – facing each other – bodies touching – so that each could feel (and hear) the torment of the other.
So – at the onset – let’s ask. Do we do this because we are exhibitionists and want to show off our beautiful girls? Do our girls get a sensual/sexual thrill from knowing they are being exposed and tormented in front of others? And do we want onlookers for these reasons?
The answers are all yes. But here is the rub. This is only part of the overall dynamic of a scene. Most of what we do together is intimate and completely in the head space of our girls and ourselves. We get immersed in the dynamic and the flow, and we are listening and observing intently as we create the wonderful elixir of pain and pleasure which allows our girls to slip into subspace. In the process, we surf that amazing wave of Dominant desire and hunger – knowing what will come later that evening.
So why am I complaining if part of our intent is to have guests view our scene?
Because there is a difference. A huge difference. One which can throw us out of our headspace, make our girls anxious, and bring everything crashing down. And it is all about your intent, your respect, and the ramifications of your actions. After having this happen several times – I can only guess you are oblivious to this – or you are just a fucking CREEPER.
Let me try to explain – and I invite readers to provide their own perspectives.
Think of our scene as something which is intimate and personal for the participants. It is a living, breathing interlude, and we are in our own headspace as we challenge and thrill each other. If you can appreciate this, look within yourself and be appreciative. Take the scene in from a respectful distance, and be thoughtful about your actions and/or your conversation.
If you have a cell phone out – are lingering just feet away from us – and in my periphery – you immediately put me on edge. Above all – I am protective of our girls. While my club has a strict “no photo” policy – I am on alert – and you are distracting me as I assess your phone position and your hand movements. Put the fucking phone away or step away!
Above all – have respect for the space we occupy. My club has a clear delineation of “scene space” and “viewing space”. Don’t be edging into our space to get a better look at our girls’ naked bits – that just makes you a fucking creeper with no respect. You are immediately on my radar – and this is why I blindfold my girl. If she noticed you – you would skeeve her out and make her feel like a stripper being ogled at a seedy strip joint. On this particular night, I watched you move twice – into the next scene space - to get a better viewing angle of our girl’s pussies.
And as for the other creeper – when we separated our girls for individual torment – I watched you walk into the scene space next to my friend. You sat down on a piece of dungeon apparatus barely 4 feet off his shoulder – with no one else within 12 feet – and watched as he tormented his girl’s ass and pussy on a spanking bench. She wasn’t blindfolded then, knew you were ogling her, and you destroyed her headspace.
To be clear – there were many people watching our scene that night. They kept a proper distance, were respectful, and appreciated the interlude – sometimes whispering to each other. I even had the opportunity to exchange appreciative smiles at one point with a nice couple. To appreciate this nuance – I had one friend compliment me on my dragon’s tail work after the scene. I had no idea he was even watching!
I needed to say this. I hope you read my words and take this to heart. The collective “you”. And I hope by now you know who “YOU” are!
End of rant.