Thoughts on Dark Scenes
The brain is wandering with the seasons today. As Fall approaches, I start thinking of darker scenes. Those visions and fantasies in action that push Western psyche past Taboo — into squirm and fear.
I have visions of shifting one or two witnesses into cluster-fuck overdrive.
Planning? Yes. But I’m one who strives for simplicity. I won’t make something into a Circus Sideshow unless that benefits the scene itself. That’s sometimes done to cover a Dom’s lack of skill – cheap paint covering a bad build. Simplicity adds to the impact itself.
Now. Where will the wander lead?
And which scene comes first?
After watching a scene, a friend of mine was putting her “toys” back into her box. There they were… a pair of Leg Irons. My feet shot out, my mouth salivated, my pulse raced. They were a birthday present from her husband. She grinned ear to ear and was all to happy to accommodate my wish. She then realized her matching wrist irons were in the car! 5 minutes later I was “in irons”, and in my mind, my own personal slice of submissive heaven. As I moved around the party, socialized and smoked, I could not help but grin ear to ear. Feeling the cold chains on my skin refreshing. Being teased, touched, and paddled a few times playfully. Is this what it feels like to “play” at a party? Why in the hell has it taken me so long? This was my 5th event, and I must say it was a night full of “Firsts” for this cat.
