Monday, 29 August 2011

Nature of D/s

These are notes from my first Protected Submissives reading assignment.

Each D/s relationship is unique. There is no one “right way”.

Following your own truth (as given to you by who you choose to lead you) is the only way to find what you’re looking for. Same “journey” analogy that is used below. It might be good to be exposed to different styles and philosophies though. Maybe Miss Forceme’s classes, or working at Sir Bellmar’s ranch, or one of the Gorean slave houses, or at SAG. Maybe Miss Crystal and Sir Grayson would allow that when I’m further through the program.

I’m not convinced that President/citizen is an example of a power exchange relationship, but maybe that’s because I’m a Kiwi. Otherwise, all of these relationships are either BDSM relationships, or are used in BDSM fantasy roleplay. In fantasy roleplay it is a stereotypical (Boss/employee) or perverted (Parent/child, Teacher/student) version of the relationship that is used. Real relationships are almost the opposite: The Boss works to empower the employee, not seduce her. Or maybe it isn’t so different. Look at the relationship that Sir Grayson and Aislinn seem to have. Grayson certainly appears to set policy – and Aislinn is given autonomy to execute that policy?

This is interesting. Talking about the heart of the power exchange. Does this hint at what motivates us, what draws us down this path?

The power exchange is symbiotic and feeds the needs of both Dom and sub.  When that balance is thrown off by a submissive unwilling to relinquish the power but clinging to the Dom or a Dom taking all the power and abusing it without providing for the needs of the submissive, the relationship can devolve into some very messy ends.

a submissive unwilling to relinquish power or a dom abusing that power can lead to unhealthy co-dependency.

What about short-term BDSM relationships? Which used to be the norm? And are still common?

t is possible to engage in these fetishes and kinks just for the excitement/gratification that they give, but that there is the possibility of much more.

Here is the second metaphor – peeling of the layers. Reminds me of the Lion peeling off Eustance’s dragon skin in Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Interesting to have a Christian motif popping up in a BDSM context. Or maybe not? Crown of thorns, piercing with a spear, crucifixion, resurrection all sound like BDSM themes. Did DBSM borrow from Christianity, or vice versa? Maybe this question is a bit deep for now. Or maybe it is all a figment of my imagination anyway.

Sounds vaguely Zen-like. D/s is a road to enlightenment?

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Protected Submissives


There are so many people and events that I meant to write about … Miss Crystal, Washington, Aaron Kelly, Trevor. But I’m getting further and further behind in my Journal. So for now, let me just say that I’ve spent most of my second life since then at Dark Obsessions. And two days ago I was accepted into the Protected Submissives program. I’m under the orders and protection of Sir Grayson and Miss Crystal. I’m wearing a collar. And I feel so happy.

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Dark Obsessions


I’d had no intention of going near the BDMS lifestyle in this second life. But I was inexorably drawn to it. Dark Obsessions wasn’t the first club that I visited. I just picked them out of the search results, and TPed in to see what I could find.

Dark Obsessions is a nicely laid out club. The hub is a hangout area, with thrones and couches for the Dom/mes and cushions and pet beds for the subs. There is a dance floor, dance poles, a “Greedy” table and stairs leading up to a well-appointed the play space.

What makes the club so special though is the people. The owner of the club is a Dom named Grayson Roux. His lieutenant is the slave manger Miss Crystal Chanda Lear. Grayson’s favourite slave Aislinn actually keeps the place running.

My first night at the club I met Edmund Tyler Blackadder. Eddie is a Dom, but is going through the club’s “Protected subs” program so that he can learn to be a better Dom to his little. I didn’t actually like Eddie very much at first, but he was good fun and we enjoyed teasing each other. Eddie was to become one of my best friends.

Monday, 22 August 2011

Gunner


Gunner is a nice guy.

I’d been away from Second Life for quite a while. Six months? Maybe a year? It was nice to be back. I felt like dancing, so picked some club at random and TPed in. I’d only been there a couple of minutes when Gunner started talking to me.

“Hey Nik”

“Hi Gunner”

“How’s it going?”

“Don't you hate it when you arrive somewhere and your hair doesn't?”

“Happens all the time. That’s why I have a hat.”

Cute and funny! I liked him straight away. We even had matching sneakers.

Gunner and I chatted for a while. I suggested that we dance, but Gunner doesn’t like dancing. This was a bit disappointing – I love dancing. But it shows integrity as well. How easy would it be just to agree? I went and danced by myself. Met a nice girl named Vrollie. She is new here, we danced and chatted for a bit until her boyfriend showed up. Gunner didn’t pester me with IMs while I was dancing. Nice – I like this guy’s style!

After the dance I went back to Gunner. We chatted some more. He even offered to go shoe shopping with me! OK, a guy doesn’t have to crawl over broken glass. We went to a surfer beach instead. Gunner liked the way that I looked in my bikini, and he looked pretty good in his board shorts as well. I was horny as hell and I liked him a lot. It wasn’t a question of if we were going to end up in bed together, only a question of when.

When was only a few hours later. I’m not sure who seduced who … there wasn’t any serious resistance either way! The sex was great. I was a little disappointed that he had to log off and go to sleep straight afterwards. I wanted to cuddle. But hey, different timezones suck. My last words to Gunner that night:

“I've got work tomorrow so won't be on until maybe late. If you are going to be online then leave me an IM. But don't wait up for me.”

Next day. No IM.

Next day Gunner had left me a message “I feel so used!!!!!! Lol”.

WTF was that supposed to mean? I felt so hurt. And the worst thing was, there was just a little bit of truth in it. I’d gone to that club looking for a boyfriend. I’d found one. Him.

Gunner and I met a couple of times after that. Just briefly. Our timezones and body clocks really didn’t work well together. It still makes me a little sad.

Gunner is a nice guy.

The Rubber Band


I was speaking with Miss Crystal after the Aaron Kelly incident. I asked about the use of pain in BDSM and she explained.
“There are a lot of tools we use to grow along our journey. As we peel off the layers that get down to who we are. Sex is a tool but isn’t one that has to be used. Pain is a tool also. There are many, all with the purpose of helping the submissive and dominant move together toward what each needs. Which is to be exactly what they are, in synergy with one another.
I asked “Yes Miss, but surely someone can be a submissive without being a masochist, and vice versa?”
 “Well yes and no. Not all like pain that’s true. Nor humiliation. But both are valid tools to push in certain directions. And properly applied, certain kinds of pain can actually produce pleasure. Even in those who don’t like pain much. When I am a sub I am not a fan of humiliation for the most part. But there are times when it’s been used to great effect to push a barrier for me that I needed pushed.”
“OK Miss. I guess I've got a theory that DS is different to SM. But that isn't really important now. I understand what you are saying.”
“Well BDSM is primarily a tool for use with D/s. the old definition of BDSM was Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism. But now it’s more commonly Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/submission, Sado Masochism. Why is complicated. But most Doms view those things as tools with which to help their sub.”
“ OK Miss, I think I'm understanding better. I met a woman once that just really really liked pain. She orgasmed when she was being tattooed.”
“Ahh I see. Well yes she's what they refer to as a Pain Slut. They really get off on that. When no, most submissives wouldn’t.”
“But it is just extremes on a continuum Miss?”
“Yes it is. One of the things I employ and have for years is using a simple rubber band. Therapists use it. You put a sort of wide but loose rubber band around one of your wrists. And each time you have a specific type of thought, you snap it. Eventually you train yourself not to think that way.”
“What type of thought Miss?”
“Well for some its negative self talk. It can be wanting a cigarette if you're trying to quit. It can be feeling anxious. Or jealous. Or angry. Or worried.”
“ Pavlovian conditioning?”
“Precisely.”
“And it really works?”
“It works. Snap it hard. Pavlov was a smart guy.”
“And how do you explain it to your work colleagues Miss?”
“It’s a rubber band on your wrist. Not that weird.”
“The snapping!”
“Well don’t do that where they can see. The ladies room if you must. Under the desk. Stick your hand in your purse... Get creative.  And try to only tackle one thing at a time. As with anything, overuse doesn’t work. So tackle ... let’s say an urge to eat between meals. Also, keep in mind that it takes 2 weeks to instil a new habit. So what i recommend is doing something like this with one thought in focus for a week, then adding a second. That way every week you are progressing on something that you can see. So yes, there's pain and for a purpose. But ... when you snap it ... notice how the sting turns to heat. If you massage it gently with fingertips ... no rubbing just touch and don’t lift up. You’ll see that heat actually begin to feel nice. Which is a start in understanding how endorphins - the body's natural painkillers – work.”
It took me almost a day before I started wearing my rubber band. That day consisted of my naïve “Trevor project”. The first band that I chose was wide and thick. It gave a lovely “swack” when I snapped it. It was fascinating that the pain didn’t appear straight away, but maybe a second after the sound. And then a few seconds late a beautiful red welt would appear. I loved that rubber band!
But alas it was too big for me. Like a belt that just can’t be resized small enough to fit. I woke up in the morning, made a cup of coffee and the band was gone … fallen off in my sleep.
My new band is thinner. The pain is different, and more immediate. Stretched back enough it gives a good long-lasting sting. I wore it to the office today. It is comforting just to wear it, even though I didn’t use it until I got home again.
When first I started using my band I just enjoyed the sensation. I felt a little guilty – I wasn’t giving up smoking, losing weight or making myself a better person. I wondered what Miss Crystal would think of such a frivolous use of her gift. But that was OK, I’d give myself a couple of days to get used to the band, and then work out what to use it for. And gradually I realised. The sensation of the band hitting my skin, the brief flash of pain, it made me happy!