What the Fuck?:
A Personal Rant Inspired by the Original Writing of @instructor144 “Let’s Talk About Kink”
I recently attended a TNG (ages 19-39) event at a BDSM club. I had been to the same club on 2 prior dates, both of which were nothing but absolutely wonderful experiences. However, this particular group made the visit anything but.
My Top and Mentor was attending as my “guest” since he is over the age limit by about 10 years. He had planned a special scene for me that included bondage, wax, and blade play (my first time with blade play at all, and with wax in that amount). At one point while he was slowly covering me in wax, a girl stood in the doorway of the side dungeon we were in and practically yelled, “Oh! What kind of candles are those? I have only ever used the kind that turn into oil!” I was right on the brink of hitting that lovely warm fuzzy high that starts my subspace experience, and her shrill voice instantly slammed my consciousness right back into reality. I opened my eyes, looked to my Top, and he just rolled his eyes, cracked a knowing smile, and shrugged his shoulders. The rest of the scene was fun for us, because he kept whispering sarcastic comments in my ear and making me giggle, but any chance of it being a “serious” experience after that was shot.
About an hour after our first scene, my Top asked if I would like to play a little more, just a simple restraint and flogging, to see if we finally could get me to my happy place. He strapped my wrists and ankles to a spanking bench, and I settled in as the rhythm of his floggers began. I lost track of time then, and for a while the only thing that existed was the steady “thwack” of my Top’s floggers working their hypnotic magic over my back, ass, and thighs.
**To give you a better understanding of the next part of the story, I should give you a little insight into my Top. He stands a little over 6 feet (or at least he always seems that way to me), a completely clean-shaven head, with a salt and pepper goatee. He has strong shoulders and a well built frame, but is not a bulky man. However, the experience of his years has given him a quiet confidence and subtle charm that immediately put me at ease the first time I met him. He doesn’t need to raise his voice or puff up his chest for others to notice him. He’s the type to offer everyone a smile and is quick to laugh. Even with his shirt off, displaying the massive tattoo covering his whole back, and floggers in hand, I still see a gentleness in him. In the short time I have known him I have developed a strange combination of feelings for him. It’s an intimate feeling, but not romantic; sensual, but not sexual; yet, in someways I also look at him as some strange kind of mentor-guru-father figure as well. I trust him implicitly.**
My first clue that there was something wrong, was the feeling of my Top’s hand being placed gently on the center of my back. The sound of his voice is what made me turn my head more than his words, which didn’t register at the time since my mind was drunk on endorphins by then. His voice seemed to drop 5 octaves and took on a stern tone that I had never heard from him. “Do you know her?”, were the words that cut through the fog as I peeked through the strands of my hair that had fallen over my face to see who he was speaking to. A woman in just a thong and combat boots was on her knees a foot away from my right shoulder, looking as if she was going to touch me. “N-no sir” is all she managed to get out before he cut her off with an even more authoritative “Then back it up!” She crawled away (literally) and I turned my head back to its original position. I can’t remember what if anything he said to me after that, but he soon returned the attention of his floggers to me again.
So, what is the point of this long-winded (I know I ramble) tale? WTF were these people thinking? I know that I am an absolute newbie to public play and any type of “formal” BDSM, but even I know better than to disrupt someone’s scene by speaking loudly or getting too close. And I damn sure wouldn’t try to touch someone without being invited to!! It just seems like there is this influx of “baby” doms and subs that have no desire to learn from “The Old School”, those with more experience, even some with formal training, or to even do some fucking research before they dive in head first!
This is not 50 Shades, it’s not a porn set, and for many it IS a hell of a lot more than a phase or a way to spice up their sex life.
💋💜SirenaK💜💋
