The Blurb

Both ski socks and flip flops are pretty everyday objects (if you are the kind of exciting person who, like me, likes to go to snowy mountains and tropical beaches, not if you are a boring recluse). Most of what I write about will, I suspect, seem slightly crazy to your average 'vanilla'. But, to me, kink is so integrated into my life that I sometimes don't notice that it is a bit odd.

Ski socks and flip flops are also both totally contradictory to each other. This, in part, reflects the fact that I go by the online psuedonym 'Walking Oxymoron'. But it also explains me very well. I do not look like someone who you might imagine to be a sexual deviant. When out and about, I don't act any differently from anyone else. In fact, I like to think that I appear fairly innocent and demure.

This blog is about the other side of me - my dark side. Specifically, the emotional side of it. Behind the whips and canes and other fun things is a variety of very normal 'vanilla' feelings. They just choose to display themselves in some unconventional places...

Saturday 16 July 2011

Ultraviolence

'Ultraviolence' is a term that seems to be banded about with increasing frequency within the scene. I have heard people say that it is becoming the 'fashionable' way to play - and not always without distain. More often than not, when ultraviolence is mentioned, my name is soon to follow. I do enjoy pain, and I love the fear and adrenaline that is associated with a vicious, bare-knuckled beating. Lilith plays on this, often appearing slightly maniacal. Very Clockwork Orange.  I have never referred to the way I play as ultraviolence myself. I feel that this description is a little narrow, and creates the impression of a one way interaction wherein the victim is helpless and weak, unable to contribute to the way in which the scene plays out. However, that is an aside. What is important here is that when people see Lilith and I play, quiet at one moment and teeth, fists, sticks, tears and blood flying at the next, it would not be unreasonable for them to compare it to 'the old UV'.


Following a recent event at which Lilith and I played, an observer (not formerly known to us) posted a blog on our play. They raised some interesting questions around our style of play, including: How did I, as the submissive, know that I wasn't being abused? How could she, as an observer, know whether it was OK and whether I was enjoying it or not? Is UV appropriate within a public play space?  The blog became quite widely read, and both Lilith and I posted our own responses to it. Rarely for such forums, it turned into a well balanced, informative debate. The organisers of the event therefore decided to invite Lilith and I to talk at a public forum on the topic of ultraviolence and public play, and to answer for ourselves some of the questions that were raised in the forum. 

The first thing that became obvious to me (and that I have suspected for a while) is that, as a 'hardcore masochist', I am a surprisingly rare breed. I have described the feelings that I get from pain before; the way it spreads across my entire body, rendering me incapable of thinking about anything else, hitting in waves that can sometimes be akin to orgasm. As I explained this, there were a few people nodding along and understanding. But there were far more who seemed not to understand how I could compare pain and pleasure this directly. In fact, it seemed that the level of pain that I had taken was one of the more controversial aspects of the play that was in question. This surprised me. 

The exhibitionism side of the play seemed much more widely understood by the crowd. Again, this surprised me. Until that point, I thought that I had encountered far more masochists than exhibitionists. The idea that the maniacal grin could excite me and add to the scene, although clearly not some peoples' 'thing', was accepted without much question.

The topic of abuse got people talking, particularly the question 'how do we, as a collective, define abuse?' It seemed that, having heard Lilith and I speak, people were ready to accept (and even to defend) the fact that, however abusive our play looks, it is actually a very precious part of a loving relationship. We also both pointed out that we both have experience of abusive relationships which, from the outside, probably looked very loving and caring. As an outsider, it is incredibly difficult to tell how a relationship works just by watching play. So what should one do if one suspects that the play that they are witnessing is abusive? The general consensus was that one should leave the players alone but talk to the DMs, who can then make a judgement based upon how well they know the players concerned. On one hand, I agree. I would be incredibly annoyed if someone tried to interrupt my play without good cause and without getting their facts straight first. I also feel that people should be trusted to look out for themselves - everyone has a brain that they are perfectly capable of using. On the other side, I know how easy it is to be manipulated. I wish that someone could have told me just how abusive my ex was when I was with him. 

One of the best things about the debate was the support that I felt we had from a wide range of people, regardless of whether or not they felt that 'our kink was their kink' or not. In general, people felt that, if they were to see us playing again, they would feel at ease that we were able to play in a public space, with all of the extra safety nets that that affords should something go wrong. Many said that they would probably leave the room, but others said that they couldn't wait to watch us play later in the evening. Which we did, with great gusto :)

A job well done by the kink community methinks. 


Friday 8 July 2011

Discipline and Punishment

As part of my growing exploration of my inner submissive, I have recently realised that one of the things that I really crave from a dominant is discipline. I am quite competent at self disciplining, allowing myself treats when I have done something that I am proud of and getting incredibly angry with myself and making myself feel guilty when I don't. But the problem with self disciplining is that, when I am having a bad day or feeling lazy, it doesn't work. I am good at talking myself out of things and making excuses. I then get annoyed with myself, which makes me feel awful and creates a Catch 22 situation. So, a few weeks ago, I asked Lilith whether she would start to take on some small parts of my inner disciplinarian. I knew that I would probably try to bend the rules, finding where there can be wriggle room, but I also hoped that, with her in charge, the wriggle room would be limited and I wouldn't get away with my usual excuse-making tricks.

This isn't the first time that I have tried to do this with a partner. In the past, it has never worked. The rules have always been established on their terms, and I have rapidly grown to resent them. Consequently, I did everything I could to rebel against them, and always succeeded. The punishments that were delivered didn't phase me at all, and acted more as an encouragement than a deterrent. I really enjoyed being punished, be that physically or emotionally. It made me feel powerful - punishment was a signal that I had executed a successful rebellion. Although I was hoping that the same wouldn't apply this time, I was expecting it all to fall flat again.

Unlike previous attempts, all of my rules are set by myself following discussion with Lilith. They are pretty simple, and based around my life goals. I must ask permission before eating sweets or chocolate and do some form of exersize at least 3 times a week. Because these simple things are a) achievable and b) things that will directly benefit myself, I actually want to follow them. The first few weeks therefore went very well. But, as always, I eventually got to the point where I needed to test the boundaries and regain control through rebellion. So I sent a message saying that I wasn't going out for a run. Then, later, another requesting biscuits. The response was that I could only have biscuits if I had been for a run. I kept pushing, but Lilith stuck her ground and eventually I just ate them anyway, despite having not persuaded her to say yes. Quite a small thing, but rather significant in terms of shattering the dynamic of the relationship.

The reaction was strong, and pretty much what I expected. A restriction on communication (I was ignored for a period of about 12 hours) and a rather too large number of strokes with a strop (I HATE belts and strops with a passion, and not in the good way). In the past, I would have shrugged a punishment like this off easily, and I was expecting to do the same here. But it really got to me. I felt annoyed that I had broken our agreement, and I could feel that she was genuinely angry, which I really don't like. She was using the fact that my punishment was also impacting on her against me, and it worked. She asked me to try to stop myself floating off into masochistic space as she beat me, but rather to stay in the room and experience the pain as pain. In the past I would have ignored this, but in this case I really wanted to make right and tried incredibly hard to do this. I wasn't 100% successful, but that is not the point. I really genuinely wanted to show that I was accepting the punishment as punishment.

It would be a lie to say that I didn't enjoy the process. Not only did I enjoy the imposition of rules and boundaries, but I also enjoyed the emotional masochism. I am still not convinced that this will continue to act as a deterrent for a long period of time, because I know that I have the ability to enjoy it if I want to. However, I have also seen the other side - the much more effective, unpleasant side. I can now choose how this will go forward. Either I can take the whole thing as I have done before, do as I like and enjoy the punishments, which will ultimately ruin the dynamic that we have worked hard to create. Or I can do as I have already started to do. I recognise that I do not need to rebel because it doesn't benefit me. I know that I can't talk my way out of my rules, and I don't want to. And I know that punishment CAN be unpleasant, and that, by accepting it as genuine punishment rather than a reward, I can experience it in a way that I do not enjoy.

It frustrates me that I have to make this decision, but I think that it is unavoidable. Like anything in ds, if I wish for something to happen then I must consent to it. In this case, if I wish to experience discipline I must allow myself to be moulded by rules and punishments rather than to see them as a challenge to be beaten. I am rather worried that I won't be able to do it and will slip back into my old ways. But I know that I don't want to. And that I will want to be reminded of this blog and disciplined appropriately if I do!