Warning: This post contains sexual content.
A friend invites me to an S&M Party.
I’m not into S&M but agree to go.
We stand on a dark ally in front of a shiny black
door bathed in the golden light of a Victorian street
light.
A plaque on the door reads, if you didn’t call don’t knock.
The setting is so theatrically dark and mysterious I have to laugh
Mark knocks twice, then three more times: the door swings open,
and we enter a cavernous dungeon.
It’s a party of mostly middle-aged men and women.
Some of the women wear elegant nipple clamps or strap on dildos.
I follow the sound of a pop and find another huge room.
A man dressed in leather chaps teases the nipples of a woman,
blindfolded and lashed to a cross.
Next to them two nude women: one bent over a massage table, the
other holds a paddle.
“Do you like it?”
‘Yes Mistress.”
Pop!
“Do you want more?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Pop!
Next to them a woman in nipple revealing latex and a
guy with a throbbing erection; he’s strapped to a gurney.
“Mommy loves Boy!”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Slap.
“But Boy is bad!”
“Yes, Mommy”
Kiss.
“Thank you, Mommy!”
Slap.
I part the sheer curtains that divide the playrooms from a patio.
On the patio a dozen leather clad men and women sit around a
lawn table passing a fat joint.
A nude man on leash and collar places his hands on his hips
and laughs:
“You tops,” he says, “You have to wear so many clothes!”
I get the joint, and take a deep hit.
Back in the playroom the woman on the cross squirms with pleasure
while Mommy tickles Boy’s balls.
(c) Rob Goldstein 1987-2018
This is a subject I don’t read much about in the blog world, Rob. I was there with you, every step of the way. Reminded me a little of a trip I once made to Amsterdam, but that’s another story.
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It was an interesting experience. I have a stash of political writing about the sexual politics that emerged in New York and San Francisco during the AIDS epidemic. Thanks for the comment Hugh.
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LOL, well done, Rob. Certainly vivid. I just wonder how many of the guests work for #45 or Putin. 😀
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I found two things interesting about this journal entry. My take on S&M was meh. I didn’t know why at the time, the thought of being bound was horrifying.
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I have to agree. I had a similar reaction when a date took me to a similar (though much less extreme) club (I didn’t know anything about the place so it was a bit of a surprise, but that was all).
But the idea of being helpless, for any reason, is horrifying. If people have trust in the situation/people, I guess they don’t feel helpless. My trusting days are long gone.
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I tried to ‘play’ in a ‘scene’ with two ‘friends.’ One of us was tied up; the sight of it made me so anxious I kept untying him. I’m hopeless with abstract sex.
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Such an inspiring post. Thank you for sharing this post with us. Have a great weekend!
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Thank you Kally! I’m completely surprised by your comment. I appreciate it.
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Not into S&M either but can still admire good writing – and the picture at the top is brilliant.
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Thanks Mary! That’s encouraging! I need to go into the work that takes up sexuality and the way I understood sexuality as a political construction. And I need to check out your new Profile photo. 🙂
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Here’s the link to my blog post about it the ordeal of having it taken: https://marysmithsplace.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/marysmithsplace-fighting-photo-phobia
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You are also a photophobe? I can’t bear my own picture.
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