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Fire Performance Self Challenge

I’ve been going through a lot of transitions in my life in the past few years. Bringing me closer to some things that I care about, and farther away from others. Fire and I had grown distant, and I am making a personal pledge to change that.

I’ve gone back to practicing 3-4 times a week, and recording regularly so I can learn from my accidental coolness, and from my mistakes.

I’m forcing myself to post some of these clips, because I have a tendency to hide in my own self criticism.

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Fire Safety

Safety is not a checklist, it is a philosophy.  Whether it’s fire or a fist fight I always approach safety from that perspective.  The first thing I always keep in my head is that the unexpected should always be anticipated, and can never be known.

Nothing brings this concept to light (har har I made a pun!) quite like fire.  Fire is a live thing, it moves, and it breathes.  Fire deserves respect, and requires a deep understanding of how it works to be anywhere approaching safe.

One of my mentors in fire performance gave me the following bits of wisdom:

“The day you stop being afraid of fire, is the day you get burned.”

“Don’t worry about if you get burned, you will get burned.”

The trick is to maintain a healthy fear of fire, and to know what to do WHEN you get burned, or WHEN you burn someone else.  With good safety practices neither you or your partner will get anything that feels worse than a mild sunburn.  Without those practices someone’s going to the burn unit, and the firemen are coming out to your house.

And safety starts with a mentality.

I’ve talked a lot about fear, but confidence is equally important.

I remember the first time I spun fire, I was terrified shaking almost the whole time, and unable to do half the moves I knew how to do out of fear.  The fire on the wicks looked so big I could not put them out on my own.  If there had been an accident and I was alone I would have burned to a crisp.

In a fire emergency every millisecond counts, hesitation is a bad burn in the making.  The bigger the fire the harder it is to smother, and the harder it is to want to smother.  It takes practice and a comfort with fire to be able to approach a flame instinctively.

It’s not about whether you have a damp towel, or how damp the towel is, or a dry towel, or duvatene, or where it’s kept during the scene, or where your safety is stationed.  It’s about being able to immediately use the towel when it is needed.

It’s not about where you keep the fuel, or how many times you tap off your torches.  It’s about being able to be comfortable handling the flame.  It’s not about what fuel you use, it’s about knowing how hot it is, how much your partner can handle, and that you know how to handle it.

At the end of the day it is about YOUR philosophy on safety, and how comfortable YOU are with fire, and how you balance that with being FUCKING afraid of it.

People who want to get into fire play often ask me how to get started.  I tell them to light a candle and study it.  Move it around, watch out the flame moves, tip it from side to side watch what makes the flames grow.  Then practice moving your finger through the flame, and then when you’re good and ready put that candle out with your fingertips after a good lick.

At this point you’re beginning to develop your philosophy on fire, and fire safety.

Then, find a mentor, attend classes, and buy the equipment.  Then with a safety practice moving around the lit torches, putting your hand through the flame of the lit torches, then lighting yourself on fire, and when that doesn’t make you shake, then maybe look for a play partner.

Now that we’re done with all that extremely important zen, here’s some of the practicalities of how I deal with fire safely:

  • 70% Isopropyl Alcohol is the only thing I will use on other people’s skin.
  • Keep all fuel 2 arm’s lengths away from myself and my partner.
  • Safety towel is kept on the side of my partner’s body opposite my torches.
  • Always check for excess alcohol, and wipe off with a different towel.
  • Always tap fuel off torches, and allow to sit for a minute prior to lighting.
  • Always check equipment prior to play.
  • No synthetic fibers on anyone in the scene or anywhere near the scene (this includes carpet).
  • No oils or perfumes, lotion or anything oily on anyone involved in the scene.
  • Never play with fire intoxicated.
  • A bad safety is a safety hazard.

The rules vary a bit depending on where I’m playing, who I am playing with, and how I am feeling.  Since I fire eat I won’t play if I have a cough or cold.  I won’t play if I’m too tired.  I won’t play if I feel uncomfortable in the environment. I won’t play with anyone I feel uncomfortable with.

Everyone plays with fire a little bit different, because we are all a little bit different.  The themes should stay the same, but the fire player’s approach to safety should suit them.

Now go light a candle.

S has been a fire performer for eight years (fire staff, double staff, fire fans, fire eating), and a fire player for three years, fire cupping for two.

 

My Response to the Curious

I received this amazing note on Collarme, and I thought it asked some pretty nice questions.  The wording of the questions has been slightly changed, and only the questions have been included in this post to keep the author anonymous.

IMPORTANT NOTE:  Remember that good old TV saying, “Don’t try this at home”?  Well, DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME.  I do not claim to be an expert on anything, and I have spent years developing my style of play.  If you are curious or have any questions feel free to e-mail me.

You and your s/o literally fight each other with bats?

We don’t use aluminum or wooden bats.  Wiffle ball bats are the standard, the thin ones give a nice sting, and the fat ones make an awesome noise and make great marks.  We also children’s bats that are foam coated, with some kind of wood shaving core.  They can hurt a lot but the bats in all cases are more likely to break before bones.

Carbon fiber rods and knives?

With carbon fiber rods, that’s pretty straight forward.  We buy them from hobby shops, we make the short ones that are often for sale at BDSM fairs, but we have also fashioned them into toy sword handles, and left them long so they can be used in fighting.

The knife fights are rather new, we’ve been playing with knives together for 3 years.  We both have rather dull knives that we know very well (through hours upon hours of play).  So we are more active when we play with them now.  But the purpose is not to cut one another.  We more play like cats play.

Are there set rules when it comes to this?

Not so much rules, but a lot of information goes into it.  We get to know the toys we use over a long period of time.  We study up on the materials, we practice, and slowly work up to using them in fights.  A good example is we don’t get frisky with new knives.  We got some nice new ones in December but they’ve rarely been used because we both need to spend time with them and get to know their weight, the blade curves, and how sharp they are.

Do u guys go to the hospital a lot? Broken bones?

Nope, we’ve never been to the hospital, and no broken bones.  I’ve strained a few fingers, and pulled a few muscles, but that’s about it.  And some minor cuts, none have required stitches, a few have required a butterfly for a day or two.

We also have a pretty extensive first aid kit.

Seriously WTF, how do you fight with knives without seriously harming each other I find that hard to believe.

Lots and lots of practice, and we avoid the abdomen at all costs.  We don’t run at one another with knives, it’s more of a close knit struggle, if there’s a lot of movement we hold them away from the body.  We both know to drop them in an emergency, and we both know when we’re caught and any movement is a bad idea.  As I said earlier we both know our main knives VERY well.  We both have two that we have used for over two years and are pretty dull.  As I said earlier we both approach this kind of fighting like two cats playing, the purpose of the “claws” is not to injure.  It’s more to find that opening when one of us is trapped, and then get in a little bit of good ole knife play.

We sterilize all of our knives with Cavicide before play, and we never use knives to break skin.  Though we sterilize them because sometimes small scratches and cuts happen.

And how do u fight with fire?

We don’t, fire play is more sensual with us.  Though sometimes I throw a bit of fear play in.  I’ve been a fire performer for eight years, and been doing BDSM style fire play for over three years.

Like a lighter and hair spray?

Never.  Hairspray is always a terrible idea.  Though I do use isopropyl in a spray bottle, and make fire balls from time to time.

Plus how do u use a knife or scalpel on a loved one.

We do love our blood play.  We buy prepackaged sterilized scalpel blades for that, and like with fire there is no fighting involved.  The cuts are superficial.  He’s a professional body mod artist, and I have had a lot of medical related training, and have been first aid and CPR certified for the past seven years (I actually have my renewals coming up next month).

We also do blood cupping which is a nice combination of blood play and fire play.  I make a teeny tiny incision in his back, and light a fire cup and adhere, and suction draws the blood out.

As I said previously we don’t use knives for cutting, knife play is more sensation and fear play based.  For blood play everything has to be sterile and single use for use to feel comfortable.

On our first aid kit, just wrote an article on that!

Our Kinky First Aid Kit

Given that we are into knife play, blood play, needles, and very violent fights first aid equipment is necessary whenever play is possible.  Even though most of the local dungeons have medical areas that are fairly well stocked, we always bring our own equipment.

Why?  It’s the nice thing to do, and sometimes we have been amazed at what venues are out of.  Our kit is also what we need for our style of play, and we always know we have what we need.

Most of these items are easy to find at your local pharmacy.

Rubbing Alcohol – We always have a bottle of 70% rubbing alcohol, prepacked alcohol wipes, and a plastic bag full of fresh paper towels.  The swabs are great for cleaning out small injuries, and prepping for any play that involves breaking the skin.  The towels and bottle of alcohol are good for larger cuts, and also for wiping down equipment.  The baggie for the towels is also great for putting the bloody stuff to take home if the venue has no designated bin for biological waste.

Latex Gloves – With any partner I am not blood bonded to, or any time I play in public we always wear latex gloves.  Remember to always take gloves off by turning them inside out, to make it super neat hold the first glove removed in the remaining glove so as the second glove is removed it goes inside the first.  And remember any time a glove touches a non-sterile item the glove is no longer sterile.

4in Gauze Pads – These cover the most amount of area and are great for putting over larger areas of cuts.  We usually use 100% cotton pads vs the non stick since we also play with fire.

Butterfly Closures – A must have for anyone who engages in knife play or blood play.  Butterfly closures are great for deeper cuts, and those just happen sometimes.  We usually keep 6-8 of these in the case.  To use these sterilize the wound first then pinch the around the wound together and apply the bandage after the skin is released the wound should appear shut.

Band Aids of Multiple Sizes – We like to get cute band aids, recently we’ve been into Seasame Street ones.

Medical Wrap, Medical Tape & Duct Tape – Of course to keep a gauze pad on it needs to be secured somehow.  Medical Wrap is nice because it is non stick, it can also be found in lots of pretty colors.  Cloth Medical tape is good, but does hold great, especially if the plan is to go back and play.  Being the sadomasochist that I am I usually secure Gauze pads with Duct Tape.  We always have a roll in the bag anyways.

For Better Sterilization – Rubbing Alcohol does not kill everything.  So we also keep Hibacleans, Hibastat, and Cavicide spray in the bag.  Hibaclens is for washing skin and is carried in most pharmacies, and some now also carry a generic version.  Hibaclens is a surgical grade cleanser.  Hibastat comes in wipes, and is good for wiping down toys, and cleaning out wounds.  Cavicide is a surgical grade spray that can be sprayed on larger areas and allowed to air dry.  Cavicide we order from medical suppliers, or through Kinky Medical.

Safety should always be the first consideration in play, especially when getting into the edgier sides of play.  It’s important to not only to have the right stuff, but also to know how to keep a sterile environment.  Please try and learn about standard precautions, blood borne pathogens, and infection control.  If edge play is also really your thing consider taking a first aid course through the Red Cross.  $70 and a few hours can give tons if invaluable knowledge.

The Other 20 Hours and 6 Days

I remember when I was first dipping my toes back into BDSM, and I was trying to imagine what 24/7 would look like.  And over the years have had many moments where it felt like I was doing it wrong.  Though then I remember a quote from the end of the movie “Secretary” that sums it up well, “All our activities melted into an everyday sort of life… until we looked like any other couple you’d see.”

Our friends even get mystified sometimes.  When we’re out at BDSM related events we’re running around with wiffle ball bats, giant plastic candy canes, mops . . . with knives stowed on belts, up sleeves, the back of my bra and garter belt.  We’re a constant fury of violence and most of the time at least one of us ends up bleeding.  We’ve been asked how we survive in the house, and they imagine sex must involve somersaults through the air.  I often wonder similar things about them, and as we spend so much time talking about the big moments it’s easy to forget the small stuff.  The ever important details of daily life.

Last night we sat out the couch and played Pokemon for an hour.  I made vegan stroganoff, he helped me with the dishes and ran to the store.  We watched and chatted about the movie “Sunshine”.  I fretted about all the furniture that we’re getting in a few weeks, and scheduling haulers.  I ranted about work, and chased the boy cat around the living room.  Pretty normal stuff, some of it is downright dorky.

Then we chatted for a bit about my idea to get a local network started for edge players.  To facilitate making and ordering equipment, and sharing skills.  We also talked about how we handle our glasses in scene, as his got bent up last weekend due to me having a Stop means Go moment.  We also compared our frames, and realized mine are much sturdier.  I’m not 100% sure but I probably got smacked on the ass at some point, and I definitely got called names.  That’s kinda a daily thing.

That’s the thing, the kink is always there, even if it is just a slight undercurrent, and it comes up almost daily in conversation.  And intimacy almost always involves violence except when cuddling (most of the time).

If we didn’t obviously love each other so much, and we were clearly so happy we’d probably scare the crap out of our families as we squabble, name call, and push each other around at family gatherings.  We can’t stop it, we’ve tried.

Though the heavy duty edge play isn’t a daily routine, if it was we’d both be dead by now.  The reality is that it takes usually a full week for us to recover from a night of all out play, usually about two weeks for all injuries to completely heal.  Recently we’ve been in a two week cycle.  We played on Saturday, we could barely move Sunday, Monday we were a little brain dead.  We’ve both been feeling various kinds of ick the past few days.  Sometime middle of next week we’ll start ramping up again.

Most of the time we do the same things all other couples do, just with a few different twists and turns.

 

A resolution of a sort

First, after a lot of thinking I decided to bring this site back.  I am kinky, it is who I am.  I prefer to only behave in a “normal” way 40 hours a week.  I’ve never stopped my antics, I just stopped writing them.  Which is silly.

Anyways, it’s 2012.  Four years ago I knew something was very wrong with my life.  I was weeks away from changing my world forever.  I had spent the four years prior taking a long winding path away from myself.  New Years 2008 I felt hollow.

This blog was started in part to document the path back to my version of sanity.  I’ve spent much of the past four years in a state of hypervigilence eying myself and my life for signs of drift.  Was I losing my kink?  Was I losing my spunk?  I stopped being as upfront, and insatiable.  I fell into a normal rhythm, then I questioned that too.

It was a lot of anxiety.  It was a lot of not trusting myself.

A few months ago I realized that I’m not going anywhere, and I have to stop watching the other shoe.  I limit my freedom daily by constantly worrying.

One thing I did after my separation was I stopped cutting my hair.  The length of my hair was a visual timeline for my life changing event.  It was a constant reminder and protest that I was not going back.

Though about a month ago my hair was done, constantly knotted from shoulders all the way down my back.  A promise to never forget became a burden.

So New Year’s eve I got it all cut off by one of my favorite sadists.  My hair is now barely an inch longer than my chin.  Just long enough in the back to get a good grip.

And I am lighter all over.

I don’t need reminders.  I know I can rely on me, on my relationship, and on my community.

K.I.S.S.

Keep It Simple Stupid, could have sworn I learned that back in third grade.  My life had gotten unnecessarily complicated, no surprise it became less enjoyable.  The radio silence here was in the hope that getting some quiet time would allow us to sort out our life.

I think one of the biggest lessons we learn growing up is prioritization.  It’s a tricky, individual and ever evolving thing.  How, why, and what get all mixed up.  All I knew was last December I felt like I was being eaten alive by drama, and that by the end of January I was tearing my hair out.  Then as if it was sent from above just for our household two massive blizzards came rolling through our neighborhood.

With no work, and no roads to travel on for over a week, one gets a lot of time to think and decide what in life is really important.

By the end of the first storm I had begun cleaning up my studio.  It had become a dump site for fishnets and toys.  The room is all the way at the back of the house so it gets no heat.  While busy with parties it was easy to give into the cold and use the room for haphazard storage.

I realized as all that snow was falling that I didn’t miss the parties, the people, the laughs, good times and shenanigans.  All I really missed was that magical little room with all my books, tech gear, 2 weeks worth of kinky outfits, toys, and 2 cases of make-up.

At first I thought I must be losing my mind, somehow cabin fever had taken a hold, maybe this obsession with being inside was to cope with the fact that for the time being I couldn’t go outside.  Though as the snow melted and the temperature rose to 70 degrees I realized that it couldn’t be cabin fever, it was a decision.

Reinforcing that I was sane, was my partner.  He didn’t want to venture out either.  We went back to a life similar to when we first starting seeing each other.  We’d go out to random venues, go have a good time, be mildly violent in public, snark a lot and go home.  It was nice.  Life was simple.

My priorities in life, in no particular order, none really having any more significance than the other are as follows:

- my career

- my relationship

- my family

- my well being

None is more important than the other because these four things agree with each other more often than not.  My partner, family and I all like my career.  My career, partner, and family all make me feel good.  I, my job, and my family all support my partner.  My well being, relationship, and career all make my family happy.  All this stuff gets along.  Stuff that keeps this stuff in balance and reflect who I am as a person are as follows:

- psychology

- creativity

- kink (S&M, power dynamics)

- a sense of adventure

Everything I do in life involves at least 3 or 4 of these elements.  At work I am adventurous, deep into psychology, and expected to be creative.  At home I play dress up, make perverse images, and play with knives.  Whenever we can we go out and explore.

At first the public scene was exciting, every new venue was an adventure.  I would see lots of new kinky things, we were constantly coming up with new ideas from what to wear to terrible things to do to each other.  After awhile though the people weren’t new and the drama got entirely too old.  Just the kink wasn’t enough, especially when it conflicted with major aspects of my life.  The group we were involved in didn’t get my career, often disrespected my relationship, didn’t even know my family, and inevitably didn’t care for my well being.

It reached a point where I didn’t even know what to write here.

Though over time I began to realize, what other people think doesn’t matter unless I view it as a priority.  While I hope to find people who support my priorities through words and actions, at this point in my life I don’t have time for those who don’t.

Marks: BDSM from the perspective of a self harmer

I made the decision to get back into BDSM when I had been clean of self injury for several years. It was a battle reconciling with the healthy masochist. While self harm literature is far from consensus, there is a pervasive idea that continuing to injure the body in any way is a form of self harm. That the self harmer needs to approach recovery much like an alcoholic in AA, with complete sobriety.

I had spent the prior two and a half years avoiding all kinds of pain. I refused to own knives, I would get upset with myself if I even had the urge to hit the wall, and I would not allow any enjoyment of accidental injury. Simultaneously I was feeling guilt about my scars that I would not acknowledge. There was a deep shame that I had ever thought it justifiable to hurt myself. After separating from my vanilla marriage I was plagued by highly erotic memories involving bleeding, bruising, aggression, and submission.

It was a crossroads, a recognition of the merging of two paths, and to continue moving forward these two ideas would have to coexist. I had to be able to be a self injurer in recovery, and a sexual masochist. In one of my first scenes that summer, I consented to a mark, due to a calculation error this mark covered my chest. I found myself in an old turmoil of coping with marks, going between pride, guilt, and shame.

As a self injurer marks are complicated, and in recovery it doesn’t cease to be complicated. As discussion of scars can be triggering, they often go unmentioned in peer support groups. Clinical professionals often have difficulty coping with the self injury of their patients, so there is no safe space to make amends with scars.

My self injury came from multiple places, one was that it verified that my pain was real. There was validation in the damage to my body, however it wasn’t completely positive. It came from self destruction, and often a lose of control. Either from spontaneously self injuring without prior planning, or not being able to resist the urge to engage in the ritual of gathering tools and cutting methodically.

Also loved ones do a downright terrible job of managing their emotions around a self injurer. It is a difficult thing to identify with. So while actively self injuring there is an ever present need to hide the injury. New marks become the center of life constantly looking at clothes to see if anything bled through. Turning the injured part of the body away from others when getting dressed. Keeping hands away when making love.

It was culture shock to see the pride with which those in the BDSM community bore marks. There was also a varied education amongst submissives when it came to coping with pain and injury. For some it was obviously healthy, a sign of trust within a D/s relationship, a sign of endurance, or a moment of healing. Others I observed undergoing serious injury with no real goal or intention, and sometimes without joy in undergoing that degree of pain.

It was then that I began to delve into me to figure out what would continue recovery, and how to have healthy pride regarding my past. I realized that my behavior in the BDSM scene had to come from a place of love towards myself. That the pain had to honor who I was, and that every partner had to honor that part of me. I also had to love my scars, I had to be ok with what was.

It is a humbling experience to approach all decisions from the perspective of self love. It is hard to look at meeting needs in a way that is positive and propels growth. It is also hard to recognize that in some ways we are all unhealthy, and that not all people are dedicated to their growth and despite our love for them, the need to love ourselves severs them from our lives. It was at this point that life became a journey, a constant acceptance between steps. It was then that masochism could be accepted as a need and a tool in working the path.

That December I had a scene that left me bruised from my neck to my toes. The scene didn’t come out of an established relationship, or mutually expressed goal. It was simply for the hell of it, to show that I could do it. There was a laugh in my step as I brushed my hair just so over my neck before work, when it hurt to walk quite right. This ritual of hiding was an old one, in a new context. It was fun, it was sexy, it came from a place of love and power.

BDSM became a place of healing. To me it remains one of the most powerful approaches to bondage. Affection shown through pain, tears and blood calls for more of the self than a kiss on the cheek. To continue on that path from a positive regard for the self and the partner is a place of strength. To continue on that path without fear and without bargaining surrender. When the elements of BDSM come from a place of love, that’s powerful.

Though I still rarely consent to scenes that involve a lot of injury. One reason is that I like to keep a healthy pain tolerance, another is I like to avoid damage to my body. More importantly I don’t wish to lose sight of the value of intention. Self injury starts from a place of “I only need to do this to get over feeling this bad”. That holds true for a little while, but then there is a recognition that self harm can assist in getting over other feelings, and that sometimes it just feels good. It takes more and more damage to get the same result. The initial task of coping becomes one of destruction. It becomes addiction.

For me to stay healthy injury in scene has to have value. Even if only I know the value, even if the value is only found after the scene is over, even if it is never spoken aloud. It has to have value. Much of BDSM involves changing our associations with control, pain, aggression and surrender. It is an ongoing process and I continue to find new demons to confront and ghosts to exorcise. Despite moments of discomfort the sum product is one of growth.

The shift in my attitude has spread to old scars, and I have no issue with my pride. To be where I am today with an ongoing commitment to progress, I had to be where I was. So much of my shift in awareness, so much of what has made moments powerful for me came from those scars. To be able to love them now, gives them value.

D/s – It’s About Trust

This is something I think anyone who has been involved in BDSM for awhile already knows, even if it is only implicitly. However, most articles I find revolve around technique, etiquette and protocol. Trust often comes up in a cursory way as something that is necessary, though not as a core component.

When I started to look for Dominant partners for play I realized I was screening in a completely different way than I had in any other relationship. I knew I was into some edgy stuff, and for safety alone it was important that I could trust potential partners to perform these kinds of play safely. The equation ended up being a balance of technical skill, maturity, and empathy.

Empathy? Yes, I used that word in relation to Dominant sadists, what good is it to be in a relationship with someone who can’t tell the difference between being really mean, and being REALLY mean. How could I trust someone like that? How good is play as a submissive if you have to keep one eye open? After a few early experiences I learned that it is important for the Dominant to be able to remain in tune with me throughout the duration of the scene. Not simply in tune with how much I was screaming, but what I was screaming about and why.

This discussion however, is still only reaching the technical aspects of D/s in relation to trust. I tend to think that because the physical acts we do with one another are so different, they get most of the attention. The emotional acts are just as important, and are also altered from a normal relationship. Likewise, a lot of what drives the erotic aspect of a normal relationship has nothing to do with technical skill, it has to do with the emotional interaction. The same is true for BDSM.

ASPECTS OF TRUST IN D/s

The submissive has to trust the submissive: the submissive needs to trust that she can tolerate the full potential of the scene. This trust in herself needs to persevere through the increasing intensity of the scene itself. She needs to believe that can get through it, and continue to be aware, in charge, and genuine with herself and her responses.

The Dominant has to trust the Dominant: the Dominant needs to trust that he knows the how his actions effect the submissive. That his understanding of the skills and tools being used is solid enough that he can gauge what of his actions will have what effect on the submissive.

The submissive has to trust the Dominant: the submissive needs to be able to trust that no action of the Dominant is going to move her past her own safe threshold. This includes physical, emotional and mental safety. The submissive needs to trust that the Dominant can read her and differentiate between good pain and bad pain, and that the Dominant with maintain empathy.

The Dominant has to trust the submissive: the Dominant has to trust that the submissive is rendering genuine responses and is in tune with herself and how she is receiving the Dominant’s actions. If the Dominant cannot trust this he cannot trust that he can gauge the effect of his actions by the reaction of the submissive.

When trust exists along all of these different points, it’s a powerful scene indeed. It also stops being about whatever tools are being used in the scene, it becomes about the emotional interchange. When I am Dominant I am aware of how whatever toys I use simply become an extension of me and my entire focus is on the submissive partner and where I want them to go. Likewise as a submissive I stop feeling different kinds of pain, I only feel the direction of the Dominant partner.

I have found that even scenes with friends or occasional play partners when these equations have balanced out there was a new implicit closeness and understanding of one another. As a successful scene is transcends the actions of those involved and becomes about getting into each others heads, and that happens because the parties involved can trust one another to go there. It’s the true location of power exchange, and it flows in both directions as empathy flows between both parties.

I wanted to add that this also translates to Switch/switch scenes, also to any gender combination. This particular binary was the easiest to work with on this particular topic. For interplay with Switch dynamics please reference those essays, and I promise to write more on that in the future.

Our Kitten, the Rapist

Rainbow Brite had a nice home on my desk, she was the girl of bondage bear, and they were very happy cuddling next to my lamp.  One day Rainbow mysteriously appeared on the stairs.  A few days later her I found her dress in my bed.  She had been kidnapped!   Turns out our kitten, Harlequin, aka Little Bit had taken Rainbow to his rape den.  All attempts to save Rainbow and return her to mistress Bondage Bear have failed.  One day I actually managed to catch the rapist in action: