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Gasp, Shake, Thank You

15 July 2019: This top was later shown to have been abusing his slaves. In hindsight, it was a bad sign that I was safewording repeatedly during this scene. Luckily, I still enjoyed it overall.

Original header: This post is about me being hurt and frightened. Intensely.

It made me very happy. But if it might bother you, please feel free to have some utterly misnamed Good Clean Fun instead.

Negotiation: He leans back against the pillows. I perch opposite, bolt upright. It feels like lying every time I don’t call him sir.

He thinks I’m scared my limits might be violated. It takes three tries to explain that I’m scared of begging him to forget them all.

Scening: He gives me choices. I overestimate my courage. Ten seconds in, and I’ve scared myself into emotional shutdown.

He interrogates me so patiently that it takes me 24 hours to realise how baffling my lack of reaction must have been.

His voice is in my ear, his breath is on my neck. How can he invade my mind more when I can’t see him?

He swishes a cane. I think, “That’s not going to work.” Then it cracks my flank and I’m wrong.

I apologise too much. He says, “From now on, I don’t want you to say sorry.” Argh. “I want you to say pardon instead.” What?

I fail and fail and fail. I’m devastated every time. He’s amused.

I don’t think he knows why I start saying thank you as the cane strokes get harder. It’s not because of zings, it’s the dam breaking.

I don’t scream. I gasp, variously. My throat keeps thinking it’s the Sahara. By the end of two hours he has let me drink two bottles of water.

He delivers a running commentary on the interesting noises I make. The humiliation should kill me. And it does, but oh thank God he’s enjoying me.

He waits for endless minutes while I try to find a position on the bed that works for my cursed body.

The paddle hurts more on my left. So that’s where he hits me more. The bruises are spectacular in the morning.

He has two smiles. One for everyday. The other for laughing or gentling me like a horse. Or hurting me.

I expand my repertoire of trembles. Quivers. Palsies. Whole-body shakes.

He interrupts the endless waves of agony with an order to look at him. I’m so terrified of what I might have done to deserve That Tone that I feel zero pain from the next volley of paddle strokes.

He chuckles when I safeword, keening and shaking. I melt.

More. And then – too much. Too much, too much. In exactly one breath I’ve gone silent, still and blank. The blow lands, my hands clench, and I blink at him, unpanicked. Safewords are suddenly very far away. My vanilla self copes with pain by not caring.

I’ve probably safeworded or shut down a dozen times. He brings me back seamlessly every time. It doesn’t seem to occur to him to be annoyed. I still tear up from pathetic gratitude.

He orders me to kiss his feet. I fold to the floor so fast, he probably thinks I have a foot fetish. Thank you, thank you for letting me touch you. For letting me thank you.

Aftercare: He strokes my face with two fingertips and tells me I’ve done well. What did I do? All I hear is meaningless condescension. My heart squishes with canine happiness.

I ask, “What would you like me to do differently next time?” He blinks.

I could hug him forever.

That night, I wake up after two hours. I can’t go back to sleep. I just keep reliving it. Searing pain, panic and protection. Oh God, I want more.

 

Subs Need Classes Too!

Edit: The Little Guide to Getting Tied Up has answered practically all my prayers below. I don’t even do rope and I want to memorise it. Hallelujah!

Summer is convention season. People keep telling me they can’t meet up because they’re going to be at hotels, camps or tea parties.

So I’ve been looking through BDSM class lists to see what I’m missing. And I was really struck by the SELF 19 intensives, because wow, more than half of them were for subs.

Then I was struck all over again by the fact that most of those classes were no use to me.

Bootblack mentoring? Littles’ day camp? Household management? Servants’ body language sounds intriguing – but my aim is not to imitate a four-star waitress.

Something is not right here. I am an utterly garden-variety straight female submissive. Mostly an emotional masochist, but that just gives me a way to process a lot of kinks: pain, obedience, bondage, even some service. No classes for me means no classes for most of us down here.

Do community leaders think we have nothing to learn? Where are all the classes I want?

  1. Pain Processing for Masochists
  2. Biology for Bottoms
  3. Relearning Servility
  4. Staying Safe
  5. Where Are My Limits?
  6. Peace Conventions for the Brain
  7. When Should I Get Out?

1. Pain Processing for Masochists

Apparently there are all kinds of mental techniques for managing pain. Visualisation, breathing, dispersion, storage, and more.

I imagine that some of these techniques are more fun for a top to watch than others. And probably not all of them are equally good for [cough] enhancing our experience.

I need to know this stuff. So I read Submissive Guide on pain processing. But I also need to practise! How?

2. Biology for Bottoms

Did you take Advil, ibuprofen or aspirin before the scene? You might want to tell your top.

What’s the number one serious bondage injury? Hint: It’s not cut-off circulation or suspension failure.

And why the hell couldn’t I sleep or eat properly after that intense scene? Damn sub drop.

I won’t even get into the breath play debate. Gave up on that one after talking to two doctor friends.

What else should we know? I don’t know!

3. Relearning Servility

Modern Western culture frowns on it. So I’m sure I’m not the only one who has spent decades trying not to act too submissive.

But now I want to, and I don’t quite know how.

You would think this crushing uncertainty would facilitate less-than-dominant behaviour. But in fact blundering around and freezing up have limited novelty value. And they’re no use at all when you want to tell a dom, respectfully, that something is Very Wrong.

I want confidence in my ability to please. I want grace under fire. Bring back charm school, dammit!

Edit: And not just for service types!

4. Staying Safe

I’ve never heard a 101 instructor mention the Predator Alert Tool for FetLife, let alone how to interpret the spam in the database. And nobody tells you that victims who speak up attract yet another kind of authentic-looking spam.

What about spotting danger in the flesh? There’s an excellent essay and this great project and that great project. But I have never heard of a class.

And essays are not enough. As Mollena Williams tells us, it’s really hard to translate this kind of knowledge from words into reality. Especially when your gonads are firing. We need this class yesterday.

I guess some tops would get defensive. LET THEM BEAT CAKE.

5. Where Are My Limits?

I always cringe a little when doms joke about the sub who tells them upfront that they’re not into scat. “Nobody’s going to assume you’re into scat!” they chuckle.

But once upon a time I didn’t know that. I still don’t know what you need to know about me.

And that’s because I don’t know what you expect. We are so busy embracing diversity in our 101 classes that we don’t tell newcomers about the assumptions they will inevitably encounter. Self-deception is not the way.

Maybe negotiation classes cover this. I wouldn’t know, because I haven’t been able to get to any of them.

6. Peace Conventions for the Brain

It’s practically the definition of kink that some part of us is shouting, “Yes yes yes!” while another part is screaming, “No no no!” Neurologically speaking, all brains have multiple personality disorder, but the factional divide in a kinkster’s head is off the charts.

And if you don’t stabilise your internal politics somehow, it doesn’t matter how good the scene is. You’ll end up hating someone afterwards – yourself or your top – and in either case it’s not fair.

Yes, aftercare helps. And sometimes it doesn’t. It would be nice to need less of it, right?

I have never seen a class on sorting out your head. But I have learnt so much from four months of blogging that I know exposure and discussion helps. And if it worked for me, why not for others?

Edit: Lee Harrington has an advanced class on this. Why? Beginners are the ones who need it most!

7. When Should I Get Out?

A lot of the relationship advice given to slaves and 24/7 subs is, essentially, to suck it up (FetLife login required).

If it’s worth it, then I say go for it. But when do we stop sucking it up?

Raven Kaldera has told his slave to get out in the event of insanity (Dear Raven and Joshua, p. 152). Most of us want an earlier breaking point.

I know it’s going to be different for everyone. But if I’d had some help setting a minimum standard ahead of time, maybe I could have saved myself seven years of tears, rage and declining health.

david stein has written that slaves need to be ruthlessly selfish about getting slave needs met. I wish I had realised that goes for subs too, at least this one.

Why This Gap?

I know some of these classes are already being offered. Our pedagogical neglect is not total. But it’s still pretty overwhelming, especially after the 101 level but before you start going to conventions.

What are they thinking?

  1. Subs don’t need to know anything?
  2. Subs can learn from their own doms?
  3. Subs can just attend classes for doms?

I tell you three times, this is not true.

a. Yes, tops are the ones who have to know which parts of us don’t mix with violet wands. But we are the ones who have to know what nerve damage feels like.

b. I am not content to take the chance that every top knows how to explain stuff they don’t experience.

c. Frankly, I wish I could unlearn some of what I know from attending classes for doms. I’m probably harder to mindfuck now.

It’s true that ignorance is much more dangerous to your partner if you’re a top. But painful experience has taught me that my ignorance is pretty dangerous to me, too. And if I want anyone to value my consent, I have to own the responsibility for looking out for number one.

Also, um, maybe you would like to see more of us at your events? Right now Submissive Playground looks like better value for our money.

I refuse to believe that we cannot learn from those who have gone before us.

 

What’s My Name? Of Calligraphy and Kowtowing

God I feel guilty. I promised you more calligraphy ages ago and I never coughed up.

Please release me from the promise? See, my joints are not as recovered as I thought. And work is going to eat a lot of my pain tolerance for at least the next 12 months.

But I will calligraph for you when I can. And for now, you can at least have the story behind my icon!

First, it’s not a real Chinese character. Sorry! But it’s even better. It’s a combination of the first character of Yingtai and the first letter of Abject.

Xiao Yingtai in Chinese calligraphy
Image: “Xiao Yingtai” by Xiao Yingtai

As my long-time readers know, the original icon for this website was simply a box around the A in Abject Submission. I really liked it, because for me it was The Scarlet Letter in BDSM colours. That book was about adultery in Puritan times, but it captured the totally unnecessary shame I felt about my sexuality, and the long years of hiding in plain sight.

But fifteen years ago, before attending my first munch, I wanted a name that didn’t hide my ethnicity, and I still feel that way. English is my best language, but it’s not my first language. When you meet me it is absolutely impossible to forget that I am Not American. And this website was not reflecting that sufficiently.

So I was thrilled when I realised that I could put the A of Abject into the Ying of Xiao Yingtai!

A + Ying = Logo

And the BDSM colour scheme remains totally appropriate! The most venerable classics of Chinese calligraphy are white-on-black stone rubbings.

I thought I picked the name Yingtai because it’s something everyone can pronounce. But in retrospect, it’s much more likely that I picked it because I was absolutely obsessed with the legend of Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo as a little girl. It’s our equivalent of Romeo and Juliet.

Here is my mother’s version of the Butterfly Lovers’ story, with a couple of details supplied by Wikipedia and Why Hangzhou. Warning, it’s a tragedy.

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Zhu Yingtai in scholar's attire
Image from Sina Entertainment via Baidu Tieba

Zhu Yingtai loved books. But she couldn’t go to school. In the old days, upper-class Chinese women were allowed out of the house precisely twice a year to honour the dead. School wasn’t worth the risk.

But dammit, Wansong Academy in Hangzhou was calling her name.

Zhu Yingtai’s solution was quintessentially Chinese. Having begged her father unsuccessfully, she addressed his very real concerns about her safety and reputation by disguising herself as a young man and paying him a visit. It worked. She got permission.

And on her way to Hangzhou, who should she meet but Liang Shanbo, a personable and brilliant fellow student just a little older than her?

Liang Shanbo with a big grin
Image from Sina Entertainment

They felt an instant bond. The thing to do in a situation like that was to swear brotherhood on the spot. And so they did.

At this point, my mother always has way too much fun remembering the various improbable stunts that poor Zhu Yingtai pulls when she realises that she has committed to living in close quarters with A Man. Her Modesty Is Under Threat. Liang Shanbo is puzzled but adorably clueless about his new little brother’s eccentricities.

Zhu Yingtai fell hard for Liang Shanbo, of course. They were classmates for three years, and then she got a letter from her father summoning her home.

Photograph of Liang Zhu performance
Image from Longmen High School website

Both young people were devastated, even though Liang Shanbo thought he was only losing his best friend. In the old days, you showed how much you didn’t want someone to go by seeing them off. For 18 miles on foot, in this case.

By now discretion was no longer Zhu Yingtai’s highest priority. She had a very good idea of why a young woman might be summoned home just before reaching unmarriageable age, and she devoted the entire trip to the task of hinting her gender and feelings to Liang Shanbo. (I guess modesty was still a priority, because just telling him was evidently not an option.)

And of course, he still didn’t get it. (The man must have been a -1 on the Kinsey scale.) Finally, in desperation, she proposed marriage – on behalf of her sister, whom she guaranteed to be just like her.

Zhu Yingtai hugging a shocked Liang Shanbo
Image: Watercolour based on scene from Wuxia Liang Zhu

Liang Shanbo promised to visit later and follow up. Marrying female relatives was a pretty common way of cementing male friendships. But when the idiot saw her family mansion he decided that such a rich family would never entertain a poor student like him. He went away.

Zhu Yingtai is betrothed against her will.

Liang Shanbo finds out who his best friend’s sister really is, with predictable results. Heartbreak. Decline. Death. Which is really too bad, because he has now passed the Imperial examinations and is an eminently eligible official.

Zhu Yingtai releasing butterflies from her hands
Image by DaFeng Musical Theater, Taipei via Xiao Wan. See also review.

Zhu Yingtai decides there is no longer any point in resisting the arranged marriage. But she does ask for one favour, and it’s granted. The bridal palanquin carrying her to her new husband’s house stops at Liang Shanbo’s grave and she gets down to kowtow.

(Women do not normally kowtow to lovers in Chinese tradition, but the dead outrank everyone else.)

And a miracle happens. The grave opens up. So of course, she throws herself into it. The grave closes, and two butterflies appear and flutter away together.

And they lived happily ever after.

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I agree. This is not the most wholesome model for true love.

But I do find it instructive to compare the Liang Zhu legend with Romeo and Juliet. On the Chinese side, filial but headstrong bookworm falls for brilliant but humble classmate who makes good. On the Western side, killer playboy falls for thirteen-year-old nymphet with passionate disregard for both families.

Xiao Yingtai in Chinese calligraphy
Image: “Xiao Yingtai” by Xiao Yingtai

I honestly prefer the values of my own heritage here. And not just because of the kowtowing. Which, according to my mother, I used to re-enact endlessly when I was a little girl. Hey, you have to practise paying your respects to your true love, right? [cough]

In all seriousness, it’s not the self-immolation that resounded with me when I picked this name. It was the terror of discovery. I don’t know when I stopped trying to repress all signs of submissiveness in vanilla life. Thank God I’ve stopped being afraid like that.

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At this point, the observant reader may have noticed that I didn’t name myself Zhu Yingtai, but Xiao Yingtai. Literally this means Little Yingtai, but a better translation might be Yingtai the Younger.

It sounds ridiculously conceited to my ears. This is really the kind of epithet that should be bestowed by others. But my Chinese simply isn’t good enough to morph it as demanded by our actual naming conventions. And I am a cultural mongrel. Taking an ethnically correct name and feeding it into a different naming tradition makes sense, right? [cringe]

The Love Eterne (1963) DVD cover
Image: The Love Eterne from YesAsia

If you want more of the Liang Zhu legend, you are in luck. It has inspired countless plays, films, operas and more. (One wonders about the origin of Yentl, too.) Perhaps most accessible to non-Chinese speakers is the Butterfly Lovers’ Violin Concerto, a triumph of cultural fusion which retells the legend in traditional Chinese music using Western musical instruments.

I was delighted to discover that you can buy a subtitled version of the old film I learnt my kowtowing from, The Love Eterne. Apparently I was not the only obsessed fan; it was a box-office sensation comparable to Gone with the Wind.

Deep kneeling bow by apprentice geisha (maiko)
Image courtesy of Conveyor belt sushi (CC BY 2.0)

If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go order it now so I can brush up on the kowtowing. It’s such a shame that none of my doms has ever allowed me to present like this.

But I live in hope!

For Chinese learners: Liáng Zhù (梁祝), Zhù Yīngtái (祝英台), Liáng Shānbó (梁山伯), Xiǎo Yīngtái (小英台).

Am I Just Selfish? Service vs. Control

When I first found out about service subs, I was politely un­compre­hend­ing. No sex, no sensation, no humiliation even, why bother? Surely it would be less trouble to go to a nice restaurant and get served/hired? More authentic, too.

Over time my confusion changed into awe and guilt. Probably because I tried to convert a vanilla partner, and that forced me to confront a lot of hard truths about my kink. I really didn’t want my body worshipped with gentle caresses even if that made him happy. Heck, I didn’t even want to do the dishes.

And there are subs out there who pay for the privilege of cleaning your house? Who don’t function well with excessive praise?

Um. Not me. You want to know what I’m like?

‘Good domming’ can be cynically defined as figuring out what your bottom wants, then convincing them that they are only doing it to please you. – IPCookieMonster’s FetLife profile

That’s me. I am ashamed to admit it. But I want what I want, dammit!

And if you want something else … ouch, ouch, ouch.

Two things have helped me work through this guilt.

One, I discovered that I do enjoy service in my own limited way. I love front-desk jobs, I love setting up devices with exactly what you need, I’ve even managed to enjoy critiquing a dom’s writing as long as I’m not forced to argue back and am allowed to say “sir” a lot. It’s nice to be useful.

I’m still not sure how much of this is coming from my vanilla side versus kink. But I’m not one of those who believe that never the twain shall meet, so that’s okay. At least for my conscience.

What helped even more, though, was the second discovery: I’m not the only one who wants what I want. Service subs are like that too. In fact, it can be terribly frustrating for them to get a dom who plays my kind of games, according to Raven Kaldera’s slave Joshua Tenpenny:

In a relationship with a control-oriented dominant, there are often extended periods of “training”, with either no end goal, or an impossibly high end goal. This is very frustrating to a service-oriented sub, whose self-esteem is often strongly based in their ability to meet (or even exceed) their dominant’s goals. By their perception, they are constantly in a state of failure. Continual micromanagement and correction, rather than being comfortable, can become an ongoing reminder of this. Desperation for praise and success can lead to unhealthy (and perhaps self-harming) behavior.

Constant micromanagement and correction? No endpoint? Sign me up for this!

But apparently this is so bad for service subs that david stein has gone so far as to call it unethical (How to Do the Right Kinky Thing, p. 3):

“Training” that continues indefinitely at the whim of the trainer tends to be exploitative. – david stein

He’s right, of course. If the sub doesn’t know that the dom is putting scare quotes around “training”, any rational thought process will terminate in frustration or despair.

But some of us irrational types like being constantly pushed further. We actually live for that state of desperation, we get a kick out of providing entertainment through our suffering. Or, at the very least, the boot on our necks.

Control, not service. The journey, not the destination.

I’m grateful to Raven Kaldera and Joshua Tenpenny for putting a name to this dynamic. I am surprised that they don’t draw a parallel between this typology of subs and their rather similar typology of doms.

When they talk about what subs want, it’s control versus service. When they talk about different styles of dominance, it’s ‘parental’ versus ‘celebrity’ dominance (with the caveat that most doms do some mixture of the two).

No, they’re not talking about age play. To explain what they mean, they describe going to a restaurant.

A very ‘parental’ dom handles all the money, orders for the sub, makes them finish everything on the plate, and drives them to the restaurant and back.

A hardcore ‘celebrity’ dom, on the other hand, expects the sub to chauffeur them, know how to order for both of them, handle payment and figure out the tip, and they both leave when the dom feels like it regardless of whether the sub is done.

Yikes. That’s scary, this celebrity business. All that responsibility, all that potential to get it wrong. I’d be happy to have all that terror used against me, but somehow I think that’s not the point. As with service, the idea is that the focus should be on the dom’s needs and wants.

And that makes sense to me, too. I would need some of that in a long-term relationship, or I’d feel like dead weight.

But this kind of thing only started to sound manageable to me after Eric Pride’s class on perfecting service within a Master/slave household. He said that experienced slaves become very good at questioning you about exactly how you want a task done. It’s like they’re reading off a list of questions in their heads.

Now that I can aspire to. But I’ll take training – or “training” – over initiative any day. Patient, sadistic, quixotic, anything. I know the real work has to get done some time, but I’m still selfish enough to want to be played with.

And, thank heavens, most doms do have a little bit of playtime in them.

 

I Stand Corrected: Four Months of Blogging

Last week my blog was four months old. And I am stunned to realise that I’ve learnt more about my kink in four months of blogging than in a year of intensive reading before that.

Unfortunately, that means that I’ve said things on this blog that I no longer believe. It’s time for me to correct myself.

Here’s what this blog has done to my head.

  1. My Virgin/Whore Dom Complex
  2. Shame Guilt Violation
  3. Fiction Reality Is a Better Outlet
  4. I Can’t [Cough]

1. My Virgin/Whore Dom Complex

I think I used to have a virgin/whore complex about doms. Seriously.

I knew there were some evil predators out there. But my sadists were tortured saints who protected me from themselves and beat themselves up about it. I remain in abject awe of the strength needed for this struggle, and I didn’t know a single dom who wouldn’t try to keep me safer than I could myself.

And now I have had online interactions which leave me shaken, because it has become clear that those kinksters – man and woman, dom and sub – simply do not care about being ethical. Which means they aren’t, because it’s not something you can do without trying.

You’ve met the type. They talk a really good game. They sound cool and sincere, and they make you think your convictions are naive and hypocritical. At the same time.

Once I would have said they were not nice, but not necessarily unethical. But now I’m starting to think that nice and ethical have a lot to do with each other. Not nice is a warning sign of worse.

Hmm. I don’t think I’m over my virgin/whore complex yet. The lines have just shifted.

2. Shame Guilt Violation

I used to take it for granted that I would hate myself afterwards. Logically, of course, I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong, at least by my own standards – but the shame would come crashing down every time. So much shame that I was surprised how hard it was to explain where it came from.

It was only after reading about self-injury by abuse survivors that something clicked. Very, very slowly, I began to entertain the possibility that this shame had nothing to do with guilt, and everything to do with violation.

And I think I could not have understood this until I had experienced kink that didn’t feel like violation. Quite the opposite. I am so grateful to the wonderful people who gave me those experiences. You know who you are.

3. Fiction Reality Is a Better Outlet

I used to think that reading fiction was a safe outlet for my kink. No axe murderers, no breaking my heart, no making a fool of myself. No risk, right?

Wrong. It turns out that my most unhealthy kink experiences have all happened on the page, in someone else’s imagination.

It’s ironic. Kinksters often say that too much fiction is bad for you. But they also say it’s because you acquire ridiculous expectations of your partners in real life. And that has not really been my problem.

For me, the divide between fiction and real life is this. When you play with real-life kinksters, you are getting an experience filtered through their conscience, such as it is.

But in fiction? That’s where people let the id come out. Uncensored, unreasoned lusts and monsters. A surprising number of brilliant kink writers have not made peace with their kink. They don’t even believe that’s possible. They would never do it in real life.

So instead they send their creations to play with our minds.

I think some readers are strong enough to take that. Not me. Thank God for kink writers who are friends with their conscience. We need more of them.

Though more real-life kinksters wouldn’t hurt, either.

4. I Can’t [Cough]

I used to think I would never play in public or outside a relationship. I literally didn’t think it would work on me.

Learning otherwise has been [cough] fun.

What Just Happened?

So that’s what I’ve learnt in four months of blogging. For comparison, here’s what I learnt in a year of reading before that:

  1. Consent alone is not enough.
  2. Scary things do happen in our community.
  3. Male subs have it tough.
  4. My fantasies are very much about my real life.

If you’re keeping score, it’s four against four. But blogging wins hands down. It taught me way more about putting my kink into practice.

How on earth did that happen? How could I have learnt more from writing than from reading? Surely ideas have to come from somewhere?

But maybe reading about the ideas was not enough. Blogging has forced me to interact. And then I had to make sense of the new experiences before writing them down. I couldn’t just forget them as is my wont. Those conversations with myself were critical.

I think perhaps learning only occurs when ideas collide. And the blogging community has been a heck of a bumper car ride.

I hope it was good for you too?

 

What Would Eric Pride Do?

Eric Pride has left the community in the wake of pro-consent movements, stating that we have started tearing each other apart instead of standing by each other. I am sad that he is not who I thought he was.

This post is part of the Eek! series.

As you may recall, I recently volunteered to demo bottom for an interrogation class by that diabolical genius, Eric Pride.

En route to negotiation, knowing I was nervous, he casually mentioned some terrifying implements of pain. Then he stepped back to better enjoy my reaction. The man is a sadist, no question about it.

So how can I explain why I never felt … leered at?

The answer is, I think, something I never expected to see amidst bacchanalia, 24/7 slavery and some truly sadistic mindfucks. It’s not just ethics. It’s ethics and restraint at a whole new level.

1. What’s a Hug?

Some people hug without thinking. Some ask permission before they hug. Eric Pride asked permission to hug after each demo scene.

I’m pretty sure we had all given him permission to do far worse. I know I had. So why did I say no?

I thought about it for days and I still couldn’t figure it out. Or why he’d even asked. It’s not about within-scene versus out-of-scene boundaries – he scared me before negotiations, remember?

But I did sign up to be scared, the more the better. A hug is different – it’s real-life intimacy. And he understood, even if I didn’t, that I had only consented to play.

2. 100% Consent to Mindfuck

I have always taken it for granted that you don’t do mindfucks on someone who hasn’t consented to them. And I could see practical reasons to avoid the panic, bondage-snapping and self-injury that might arise from messing with someone’s phobias (Edge, The Ultimate Guide to Kink, p. 412).

But during the mindfuck class, Eric Pride said he doesn’t even fake violations of hard limits. This confused me. One of the demo scenes was faked Russian roulette. Isn’t death a hard limit?

This only started making sense when I remembered that he always plays with a safeword, even in mindfuck scenes. And Mr Pride’s mindfucks are extremely convincing. If he hit a hard limit I would absolutely safeword, assuming I could. But if it looked like I was going to be stabbed to death, maybe I wouldn’t. Because he wouldn’t … right?

It’s about consenting to a certain level of fear (lots of it), not to mortal injury. But still 100% consent, every moment of the scene.

Just after Eric Pride’s class on managing breakups in the scene, I told someone about an ex, mentioning his shortcomings as euphemistically as I could. 24 hours later I was ashamed of myself, because the breakups class had shown me a better way.

And now I have finally done it. I sat down with my ex and we agreed on a story to tell our friends, both his and mine. It’s a very short story: we decided to stop being bad for each other, and it took us this long because we were good for each other in so many ways.

But now I have a new friend. And the lines of tension started ebbing from his face as soon as he heard about this idea. Thank God it wasn’t too late.

Edit: An excellent summary of the breakups class is now available!

Conclusions

Here are my takeaways from that weekend of classes.

1. Ethics is not just about right or wrong. It’s about doing the very best you can for people’s feelings.

2. Clear separation between kink and vanilla space is part of being serious about consent. It’s the opposite of Creepy Dom.

I have been working on (1) for some time now, just not at this level. But (2) wasn’t even on the horizon, and I can see that I’m really bad at it.

I hadn’t expected to learn about being an ethical sub from a dom. My failing, my lesson. But one that I’m glad to learn.

Do you have any stories of high ethical standards to share?

What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant?

– Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 43

 

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Consent Alone Is Not Enough: Guest Post by david stein

I asked david stein if this important essay has been posted anywhere outside FetLife, and he promptly gave me permission to repost it here.I don’t deserve the honour. This is the man who originated “Safe, Sane and Consensual” and much more.But let’s seize the chance to read the essay here and now, before I manage to convince him it deserves a worthier home.

Photograph of david steinThe following was inspired by a thread about BDSM and Violence in the Gay Male BDSM Mentoring Group, but it goes way beyond the scope of that thread or group, so I’m bringing it here. Some of my points have been made by others, but I don’t believe they’ve all been brought together before in one post or essay.

I believe that most of us in this group are united in desiring at least some forms of BDSM to be accepted both legally and socially as healthy erotic expression rather than prima facie evidence of criminality or depravity. Furthermore, I think most of us see the consent of the participants as at least a key part of what distinguishes the BDSM activities we promote and defend from those we find at best dubious and at worst odious.

Where we differ is usually in how we understand “consent” in BDSM contexts, and the resultant arguments have grown pretty heated. I think this is largely because we’ve been trying to make “consent” do too much work, especially when we call on it to prove that a BDSM scene or relationship is not abusive. Then we have to add such qualifiers as “adult,” “informed,” “uncoerced,” and “clear-minded” to distinguish legitimate consent from the kind often found precisely in abusive relationships, whether vanilla or kinky.

Even if we get all that sorted out to our satisfaction — no small order! — we still have to deal with the not insignificant number of cases where people not only consent to being harmed but seek out someone to kill them by hanging, torture, or some other kinky snuff scene. “But that’s not BDSM!” you say? If the only thing that distinguishes BDSM from abuse is consent, why not? I’ve never seen a good answer to that question, because there isn’t one. Consent alone is not enough. Even when they don’t express it, people always rely on some additional criterion in making these judgments.

CRITERIA FOR ETHICAL SM

Many years ago, I made a stab at expressing the criteria for ethically defensible SM (the umbrella term BDSM hadn’t been invented yet). What I came up with was “safe, sane, and consensual” (see my essay at https://boybear.us/history.htm). Well, we all know how that worked out! It was a crude first approximation, but so many people in the scene — and, especially, coming into the scene — liked it that the phrase became enshrined as a “credo.” SSC’s very vagueness is a big part of its appeal, because everyone can read it as giving an imprimatur to their way of doing SM — and use it as a club to beat up anyone whose play involves things they don’t approve of. No wonder a lot of heavy players and folks in edgier relationships, like M/s and O/p, run the other way at the mere mention of “community standards” in BDSM. Who needs a kinky Moral Majority or Family Research Council for D/s?

[Jargon note: SM = sadism & masochism, SSC = Safe, Sane and Consensual, M/s = Master/slave, O/p = Owner/property, D/s = dominance & submission.]

But crude as they are, “safe” and “sane” at least point toward the kind of criteria needed to supplement “consensual.” The former points toward the outcome of the scene or the ongoing quality of the relationship, while the latter points toward the state of mind of the participants, and in particular their intentions. Given that, I think we can discern the schema of at least an ethical BDSM scene or play session. (By “schema” I mean an analytical abstraction, not something that anyone actually says or writes down before playing!) It’s more challenging to construct an ethical schema for an ongoing M/s or D/s relationship because of the much longer or open-ended time frame.

So-and-so, being adults of sound mind, freely agree to engage with each other in such-and-such a scene with the intention that when it’s over both (or all) will be glad they did.

Instead of prescribing various specific qualities to make a scene “ethical” rather than “abusive” or “exploitative,” this schema focuses on the criteria of consent and good intentions. Whatever the type of BDSM activity, as long as these criteria are both met, it’s hard to see how anyone could be faulted ethically even if the aim of mutual satisfaction is not, in fact, achieved, or is achieved only partially. Accidents or mistakes by a Top or Dom are not ethically culpable unless they’re willful or negligent, and the same can be said of a bottom or sub’s mis-estimation of his/her pain tolerance or ability to handle some other effect of play. (Like “freely,” the phrase “being adults of sound mind” is not an additional criterion but a clarification of consent since these are requirements for any sort of consent to be fully valid.)

A THOUGHT EXPERIMENT

The following deliberately simple but not unusual scenario for an SM scene between two men may clarify what I’ve been talking about:

Let’s say that Tom and Bill know each other through mutual friends, and at a play party Tom says to Bill, “I’d like to flog you.” Bill responds, “Great! Let’s do it!” Tom leads him to a vacant St. Andrew’s cross and tells him to strip while Tom sets out his gear. Bill looks over the array of straps, floggers, and whips but doesn’t say anything. Tom asks if Bill has any medical or other condition he needs to be aware of. Bill says no, and Tom gestures for him to stand facing the cross. Raising one of Bill’s hands toward the dangling leather restraint, Tom asks, “Okay?” and Bill nods, so Tom buckles the cuffs onto both of Bill’s wrists and ankles. Finally, Tom says, “Your safewords are Slow and Stop.” Bill says okay, and Tom selects an implement and begins the scene.

I believe this scenario is fairly typical, at least among gay men at play parties and runs; some scenes will require more negotiation, some even less. The question is, what exactly did Bill consent to? There was explicit consent to “being flogged” as well as to being restrained by leather cuffs and to the choice of safewords. But nothing was said about how long the scene would last or about which implements would be used, in what order, how heavily, or where on his body. How broadly may Tom interpret Bill’s consent?

According to one common interpretation, Bill has agreed that Tom may do anything he wants until Bill uses his safeword; the whole onus is on Bill to object if Tom exceeds Bill’s limits. But by then it may be too late — Bill could be scarred or traumatized for life before he pulls himself together enough to scream “Stop!” or whatever the safeword is. If this scenario is typical, why doesn’t that happen more often? Why is it, in fact, rare for safewords even to be used in such circumstances — and even rarer for serious injury to occur?

I think it’s because Bill’s consent is based on something equally important: his understanding of Tom’s intentions, which he intuits based on his prior acquaintance with Tom and the context of the encounter. There’s a whole raft of unspoken but perfectly reasonable assumptions both Bill and Tom make about how the scene is going to go, and it is these assumptions that qualify what appears to be Bill’s almost limitless consent.

UNSPOKEN INTENTIONS

If Tom and Bill were complete strangers, it’s unlikely their agreement to play would have been arrived at quite so swiftly. They would likely have spent some time feeling each other out in terms of experience, interests, mutual friends, attitudes, and so on. And if they clicked, they’d be among guys having some degree of experience in SM; there might even be monitors to facilitate safe, responsible play. Above all, given that they’re at an event they paid to attend and not in a dark alley somewhere, they can reasonably assume that neither wants to risk having their time together end in a hospital, police station, or law court.

I think we can go even further in teasing out the unspoken intentions in the scenario. Bill agreed that Tom would be his Top in a flogging scene. So it’s not going to be an electrotorture scene or an interrogation scene or a fisting scene. It may involve some bondage, if Bill agrees, but it won’t be a bondage scene. It’s not a humiliation scene or even a Dom/sub scene, just a straightforward flogging scene between friends. No one knows how far it will go, because that will depend on how Bill reacts to what Tom does as they go along. They will dance together, Tom leading and Bill following, and go where the magic takes them until one or the other has had enough.

Neither of them assumes that it can end only when Bill says “Stop!” Tom may recognize before then that Bill has had all he can safely take, or Tom may reach his own limit and not wish to go any further. Each wants his partner to be satisfied; that’s what makes what they do “play” and not “abuse,” “exploitation,” or something else one-sided. In fact, Bill’s safewords only work because Tom intends to honor them. He has consented to be bound by them as a last resort if he fails to recognize earlier signs that Bill needs him to slow down or stop. Despite what some ignorant “guides” to BDSM imply, the bottom’s failure to use a safeword never excuses the Top from paying attention to other verbal and nonverbal expressions, body language, and so on throughout a scene.

CONTEXTUALIZING CONSENT

It seems, therefore, that most of what Bill’s consent means is supplied by the context (which should not surprise anyone who’s studied how language works). He is not agreeing to a transaction in which he and Tom exchange specific goods or services. (A flogging scene could be the subject of a transaction, but that’s not what I’m talking about here.) Rather, he is agreeing to risk a certain kind of experience — specifically, to allow Tom to lead him on a journey of pain and ecstatic release. It is not necessary for Bill to see a map of the journey even if Tom was able to draw one up. It’s enough to believe that Tom intends to be with him all the way and to bring him back safely. And Bill’s trust is enough for Tom as well.

Even using a safeword is not necessarily a withdrawal of consent. It may simply be the last act of the drama, bringing it to a close. More often, though, it is a discordant note signaling a breakdown of trust because a limit was crossed. Let’s suppose that Bill, toward the end of the scene, is flying high from the bone-rattling thuds of a heavy buffalo-hide flogger. All of a sudden, Tom throws a bullwhip at his back. As the whip slices through previous welts from the floggers, Bill screams, “Stop! Red! What the fuck?” This is not a good way to end a scene! Either Tom made a bad judgment call about how Bill would react to bringing in a singletail, or he got carried away and stopped caring. Whether it was a well-intentioned mistake or selfish negligence may determine whether the two can remain friends afterward — and how badly Tom’s reputation will be harmed by the incident.

Sorry to have gone on so long, but I hope it’s clear how intimately consent and intention are intertwined even in this deliberately simple situation. When it comes to ongoing BDSM relationships, it gets more complicated very quickly. But in any case, we can’t understand what makes normal, healthy BDSM play and relationships different from psychopathology and abuse by focusing on consent alone.

First, Do No Harm: Guest Post by david stein

Today’s guest blogger is david stein, the gay slave who originated the phrase “Safe, Sane and Consensual” way back in the 1980s.(Brief recess to retrieve our jaws from the floor.)More recently, he authored the incredibly valuable non-fiction resource Ask the Man Who Owns Him: The real lives of gay Masters and slaves and the embarrassingly hot novel Carried Away.

None of this is why it was so hard for me to stop calling him mr. stein.

What gets me is that he didn’t stop there. he has responded to criticisms of Safe, Sane and Consensual by acknowledging its inadequacy. Last month he revised his essay How to Do the Right Kinky Thing: Ethical Principles for BDSM for the Leather Leadership Conference in Philadelphia. We have permission to repost that PDF freely as long as his byline is included. I’m honoured to be the first to post this revision.

I am particularly in awe of david stein’s patient work answering our questions on FetLife forums. He says things you don’t hear elsewhere. And he tackles the hard stuff. It’s easy to forget that universal ethical standards are a sore spot for some in our community. It’s rare to hear about alternatives to consent as the “master principle”. That’s why I’m so grateful to have permission to post this.

The following exchange is from the FetLife Masters and slaves forum (note: all FetLife links require login). It started with a question posted by SimplyMichael:

Based on some recent threads this seems like a good time to bring this up. On some level, this group preaches acceptance of others kinks and practices, “we” also reject that there is one right way to do this…

BUT

Is the corollary of that that there is NO wrong way to do this? Clearly we all value some concept of consent, even if it is CnC. I don’t think anyone here supports genuine abuse or actual rape but is there a point at which the cultural norm should go from “yeah, that isn’t for me but I can see how that is working for you” and moves toward “WTF? Whatever that shit you are doing is some fucked up dysfunctional/abusive/self destructive shit” ?

AND

How do you feel it is best to communicate that, or do you feel that people should remain silent? Do you feel they should be told they should stop and grow up, or what? Or do you believe no matter what people do, nobody should ever point out that what they are doing is fucked up shit?

Photograph of david stein@SimplyMichael is asking some very good, if difficult, questions that should be of interest to everyone involved in “whatever it is that we do,” but especially to those who engage in M/s or BDSM education, community organizing, or activism. However, it’s unfortunate that he framed the issue in terms of individuals judging other individuals. The most immediate and persistent issue of judgment we all face is that of judging (that is, evaluating an option in order to make a choice of action) our own desires and those of prospective partners. What makes us feel that it is okay, say, to want to own another person? Or to be owned by someone? What makes us feel that a prospective Master or slave can be trusted to do the right thing in a dicey situation?

This is an area i’ve been concerned with for decades, even before i coined the phrase “safe, sane, and consensual s/m” in 1983. Unlike many others, i don’t think it works to define what it is we do as ethical, as when folks say (i’m paraphrasing, not quoting anyone specific), “If it isn’t safe, sane, and consensual, it isn’t BDSM” or “If the Master doesn’t protect the slave’s interests, it isn’t M/s.” There really are some nasty, fucked-up folks who do bad things to others under the guise of BDSM or M/s, and we can’t brush that away by claiming “that has nothing to do with us” or “that’s not what we do.”

Why not? For two reasons. First, it’s damned hard, or even impossible, to come up with a definition for either BDSM or M/s that includes only behavior and relationships that “we” (however “we” is defined) approve of and excludes all those we don’t; the process will always be more or less arbitrary and subjective. And second, simply trying to draw such a charmed circle will outrage many folks who value precisely the unconventionality and “outsider” quality that kinky sex and relationships have had for decades.

Only if these points are accepted, i think, can we face the genuine challenge of articulating ethical principles that can apply to M/s and BDSM as they are rather than as we might wish them to be. In other words, the corollary of “There is no one right way to do M/s (or BDSM)” is NOT that “Any way you do it is equally valid and good; no one has a right to draw any distinctions or to criticize anyone else for anything at all.” No, the correct corollary is that “Some ways are better/safer/more satisfying/more praiseworthy than others.”

Of course, as i suggested above, our first responsibility is to learn to make such judgments for ourselves before we presume to judge anyone else. But as a community — or, more accurately, a whole series of interrelated communities defined by different interests, backgrounds, etc. — we do need to engage in more serious discussion about what factors make some ways better/safer/more satisfying/more praiseworthy than others.

My own experience and thinking have led me to the view that the “master principle” of ethics for BDSM as well as M/s is “First, do no harm.” We are all, i think, much more accustomed to assessing risk (in advance) or damage (after the fact) than we are in evaluating the positive results of anyone’s “pursuit of happiness,” even our own. What “feels good” or “makes me happy” is very idiosyncratic, while harm and damage are usually much clearer to the eye. Any particular case may still be a difficult one involving “gray areas” where arguments can be easily made on either side, but on the whole i think we can be less skeptical of someone’s intention to “do no harm” than to “do good” to someone else, especially in a context where the primary motivation is self-serving, as it is for nearly all Masters and Dom(mes).

Last month i presented on these issues at the Leather Leadership Conference in Philadelphia, and i’ll be doing so again at the Master/slave Conference in the DC area over Labor Day. If anyone wants a PDF of my handout in Philly, just ask; if there are too many requests to handle easily, i’ll find a way to post it on my profile or elsewhere. By no means do i feel that “First, do no harm” is the last word on the subject, but i believe it has to be the first one if we’re to generate more light than heat.

with respect and best wishes,

Sir Brian’s slave david

That’s just one of david stein’s forum replies. You see why I find it ridiculously educational to stalk his FetLife profile.Thank you so much to both david stein and SimplyMichael for permission to post this content (the link, strikeout and two paragraph breaks were added). If you have a FetLife account, you may also wish to check out the rest of the thread.But if you want my advice, the PDF of david stein’s Philly presentation is more bang for your buck. Four pages, no login, and so much more than you’ve seen in this guest post.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQ_itEUIUDo

 
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