Day: May 29, 2017

What sort of future do you want to build?

Reading Time: 4 minutes

Over the last few months, I’ve become aware of a website that depicts a different take on a power exchange relationship.  It seems to have elements of the old Insex shoots, as well as others that are typical to BDSM themed websites, but there’s a new twist to the site that’s come into being over the last 3 weeks.

The owner of the site and his muse, have embarked on a more Owner/pet dynamic, instead of the Master/slave dynamic they’ve been following for the last couple of years.  A bit more ritualistic than the interactions have been, the muse has been put on a strict diet, consisting of no human food; just a food supplement called ‘Soylent’ and she (or it, the site seems to go back and forth on whether the sub is an object or not, hopefully in time they’ll be more clear on terminology) has a set or rules that she’s supposed to adhere to.  The owner of the site has started to advertise a bit on FetLife, through his account, attempting to drum up business, since any fetish website costs $$, from the equipment you’re using to the bandwidth you’re consuming, it all has to have a positive balance sheet, or else you’re not going to be in business very long.  Especially if you’re doing it basically on your own, which seems to be the case here.

I mentioned it to Miss and sent her some screenshots of a live feed video that I was watching on my tablet while I spoke to her.  She seemed interested and asked me rather pointedly if that was something I was A) turned on by, and B) interested in trying.  (FWIW, Miss wasn’t too interested in the food replacement, she has an idea of meals delivered in a different manner)

Talking about A is fairly straightforward.  Was I turned on by it?  Yes.  Was I turned on in a way that I wanted to ‘rub one out’?  No.  Why is that?  Well, I don’t know you dear reader, so I’m going to be keeping that one to myself.

B is a lot more complicated.  I’ve been in the lifestyle since the early 1980s.  Experienced a great deal, and fantasized about far more.  I was around when Insex first started, and even before that, I’d spent many a day glued to my (then antiquated) computer, downloading porn on a dial-up connection. (more than once racking up $1,000 long distance bills) BulletinBoardSystems (BBS’s) were my avenue of choice back then since really nothing else existed.  After that came CompuServe, a precursor to the Internet.  It was one of the Big 4 (the others being Prodigy, GEnie and everyone’s favorite to hate, America Online) and it took a little know-how to connect to one of these systems, the concept of “plug and play” didn’t exist, so generally the people you interacted with had a bit of education and were tech savvy.  Sure there were assholes and predators, but far fewer than one sees today.  But I’m getting off topic here.

Something like what’s going on at the website isn’t a fling sort of thing, it’s all inclusive.  It’s literally a lifestyle change.  At least if you’re dedicated to it, and want to do it correctly.  Too, you’re going up against legal ramifications, since it’d be classified as ‘consensual non-consent’ if the police were to get involved.  Right now, here if I was to be put on the spot, I really don’t know if I want that sort of situation.  I’m honestly not sure I could do it.  And one thing I definitely don’t want to do is either disappoint or do something with my Miss that might be considered ‘on a whim’.  I’d like to be able to do it right the first time.  Sure there are going to be mistakes, miscues, misunderstandings etc.  There are in all relationships, of all stripes.  But I’d like to keep them to a minimum if possible.  No two people ever do the BDSM lifestyle the same way.  Everyone has their own interpretation of it.  Your Kink Is Not My Kink.  And so on.

I’m sure I’ll be revisiting this as time goes on.

 

Choose your words carefully… (or, you might want to be aware of the law of unintended consequences)

Reading Time: 4 minutes

[Author’s Note: I’m currently on vacation from work, this post was begun on Friday, May 26]

This morning Miss and I were having a discussion.  Every morning when I get up for work, part of my routine is to spend time in the bathroom.  Obviously, I don’t have to be graphic, I’m sure you, my dear reader can understand what I’m doing.  If you can’t, feel free to email me and I’ll fill you in.

Usually, Miss is awake by the time I get up for work (she’s an early riser) and we have a conversation on Facebook Messenger.  She on her phone, I on my tablet.  Over the many months that we’ve been interacting, we’ve gone through several different messaging platforms (Kik, Telegram, Signal) and I’ve been reliably informed that the next preference may very well be WhatsApp.  Unfortunately, my Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1 is old enough that it doesn’t support WhatsApp, so that may not be an option.  Unless I can find a way to upgrade the OS.

The meat of this entry is due to an exchange that Miss and I had in the course of our conversation.  A lesson if you will, about choosing one’s words carefully before expressing them.  Normally, I generally think about what I say before I say it, though when I think about it, usually it’s trying to get the gist of what I’m saying across, not necessarily the tone or how my audience is going to react to it.  Since no two people react the same way to stimuli, it’d be near impossible to make sure that no one was ever slighted.  However, this morning, that wasn’t the case.  So here I am writing about it.

We were discussing a mutual acquaintance that had recently gotten into the lifestyle, but her method of doing so seemed a little, well, ‘scattergun’ for lack of a better term.  She had joined FetLife and had put down (as people do) her interests, but they all seemed to be bent on finding a sugar daddy, or someone that would breed her, and it was definitely rubbing both Miss and I the wrong way.  Giving someone the keys to the candy store, and watching them go in a completely opposite direction that you expected isn’t something that anyone likes to see, especially when Miss took this young woman under her wing and…well you get the picture.

In the midst of this conversation, I made a comment (more of a lament) that I’d spent years looking on FetLife as well as many other places for someone in the scene that I could interact with, play with and build something with, and wasn’t able to find what I was looking for.  The fact that there are people that with very little knowledge of the lifestyle, within a matter of weeks and sometimes days find exactly what they’re looking for, boggled me.  I didn’t say it annoyed me, but really it does.  It’s a peeve of mine.  What I wasn’t expecting was Miss’ reaction to it.  Taking offense to it.  Her exact words were “What am I, chopped liver?”  Well of course not, but that wasn’t my point either.  When thereupon asked what that point was, I stated that it was a bit of frustration on my part, over time lost, but Miss reminded me that what I’m seeing are people that are jumping into a situation that will most likely not be around in a year or so, that she and I are on a long-term path, and oh btw, you (meaning me) now have what they have and perhaps you might be a little more appreciative of it.

And right there was the law of unintended consequences.  I apologized for not thinking before speaking and suggested that perhaps I needed to write this down, if not just to remember it better, but to let it sink in better.  Think before you speak, and don’t spend time feeling sorry for yourself.  Work towards a better future and be grateful for what you have.

Again, Miss, I’m sorry.